Zhang Hong bowed his hand, shrank his neck, and walked slowly forward. Yu Fan followed by and looked at Zhang Hong for a moment.

"Is it cold sir?"

"The autumn is getting stronger and the night is cold." Zhang Hong chuckled softly: "After the age of forty, neither the body nor the mind can keep up with you young people."

"If you don't go into the tent and talk, I will take my pulse for you."

Zhang Hong looked back at Yu Xiang and thought for a while. "Okay, I'm really a little curious, just to learn about Zhongxiang's medical skills." As he said that, he reached out to invite Yu Xiang to enter his tent.

Zhang Hong and Yu Fan were both Changshi, each with a separate tent, not far from Sun Ce's tent, but in two directions. There were two tents next to Zhang Hong's tent, one was occupied by the waiter, the other was occupied by the guard, and the other was the tent farther away was Huang Chengyan's tent. The lights were on in Huang Chengyan's tent, and I thought I hadn't slept yet. A little further away was Mi Lan and Yin Ying's tent, and the lights had turned off and were pitch black.

The two of them entered the tent, and the waiter who was lying on the side was dozing off quickly. Zhang Hong asked him to prepare some tea and snacks and ask Yu Fan to take a seat. Yu Fan did not sit down, but took the oil lamp and took a closer look at Zhang Hong's face. Then he sat down and rolled up his sleeves. Zhang Hong stretched out his hand, Yu Fan put his finger on Zhang Hong's wrist, closed his eyes from the curtain, and after a while, he slowly withdrew his hand and put it in his sleeves.

Zhang Hong withdrew his wrist. After a while, the waiter came in with tea and set it on the table. Zhang Hong poured a cup of tea for Yu Wan and poured himself a cup. The tea fragrance was everywhere, and the warm and moist tea mist lingered between the two, even his face became a little ethereal, blurry, as if it was real and illusory. Zhang Hong was in a daze for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Yu Fan opened his eyes, picked up the teacup on the table, and raised his hand to Zhang Hong. "Mr. He Xi, you have a long life. It is not surprising that seventy is not surprising, eighty is also expected."

"Is that true?" Zhang Hong said with a smile: "But I have always felt that I was not energetic in the past few years."

Yu Fan smiled slightly. "That's because the gentleman is too tired. First, the winner is not determined, and the gentleman is worried about the general's safety. After the winner is determined, the gentleman is worried about the general's advance and retreat. The work is exhausted, the gentleman feels that fatigue is reasonable. Now that the advance and retreat are clear, the gentleman can rest assured and will get up soon."

Zhang Hong stroked his beard and slightly slighted his head.

"However, I still want to remind Mr. Mr. Don't stay at his desk for too long. Some documents can be left to young people to do. When you are young, you work too hard on your writing, your eyesight and mental strength are too exhausted, leaving hidden diseases. Pay attention to keeping warm in autumn and winter, don't get cold, and don't be greedy for coolness in summer, especially avoid sweating profusely to avoid excessive loss of heart fire. After years of maintenance, exercise moderately, you will definitely see a peaceful and prosperous era."

Zhang Hong's eyes showed a little surprise. "Zhongxiang, did you guess, or did you really draw the conclusion from my pulse?"

Yu smiled. "Some of it is reasoning, but mainly pulse."

"Can I still see the hidden diseases I left when I was young? I was unhappy a few days ago and asked Zhang Zhongjing to take the pulse in Bencao Tang, but he didn't say these things."

"He may not have seen it, or he may have seen it and said nothing. However, even if he saw something, he was not sure. The gentleman was very sensible and could see everything. His hidden illnesses back then had almost recovered. Ordinary doctors could not see it, and even if they saw some clues, they would not dare to make it lightly."

"Are you more accurate than Zhang Zhongjing's pulse break?"

"Zhang Zhongjing practices medical skills, and I practices medical skills. He treats the disease, but I treats the disease before it." Seeing that Zhang Hong was still suspicious, Yu Fan put the two tea cups together and said, "Sir, look at these two cups, which one is hot and which one is cold?"

Zhang Hong reached out and touched it, carefully identified it. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Fan said, "Is it cold and you are so hot?"

Zhang Hong showed surprise. The two cups were poured tea at the same time, and the temperature was almost the same. He touched it for a long time before he could barely recognize it. How could Yu Fan tell it out like this?

Yu Fan smiled proudly and pointed at the tea fog. "It's actually very simple. You can tell by looking at the tea fog. Hot tea fog is more and more thick, flows fast, herbal tea is less and light, and flows slowly."

Zhang Hong turned his head and stared at the tea fog above the two cups for a long time, and said, "Zhongxiang, I think there is no difference in this tea fog. Could it be that your eyesight is better than mine and you can see it clearly?"

"Sir, of course, this has something to do with eyesight, but it also has something to do with ordinary observation. Some subtle differences are hard to describe, and they can only rely on feelings. For example, how to evaluate whether a teacher writes a stroke or a stroke? Another example is how to evaluate whether a teacher writes a essay, word by word, whether it is clear or not, how to carefully appreciate it? These are all feelings. To practice this feeling, you not only need to have good eyesight, but also pay attention to it in your eyes and mind, so that your body and mind can be united and appreciate its subtleties."

Zhang Hong sighed: "Zhongxiang is indeed a good person and speaks it thoroughly. So, do you determine that my hidden disease is because you are more sensitive than Zhang Zhongjing?"

"He and I have their own strengths. He has a lot of experience, but I feel accurate. He wins in his beauty and I wins in his depth. His medical skills can be learned, but my medical skills are difficult to learn."

Zhang Hong deeply felt the same. "It is easy to be broad, but it is difficult to be deep. Zhongxiang is worthy of being a five-generation master. It is both broad and profound, and it is also clear and changeable, and its realm is not comparable to the ordinary."

"Sir, I am humble. If someone in this world is worthy of being a soulmate, I will be one of them."

Zhang Hong smiled and pondered for a moment. "Zhongxiang, if you are in Lidu of Jiangdong, where do you think is better?"

Yu smiled. "Yangxian."

"Yangxian?" Zhang Hong was surprised.

Yu Fan took out a map drawn by silk book from his arms, spread it on the table, and moved the oil lamp over. Zhang Hong looked in and saw that the map was centered on Yangxian, drawing most of Danyang and the coastal counties along Kuaiji, marking out three important water systems, Lishui, Songjiang and Zhejiang. Lishui entered the river, Songjiang and the sea, and Zhejiang went deep into the hinterland of Shanxi. It can be seen that Yu Fan’s plan in Yangxian Lidu was not a joke, he had made careful plans.

Yu Fan said the plan of Yangxian Lidu, which was basically the same as what he said to Sun Ce. Compared with Wu County, Yangxian has few natives, large expansion space, convenient water and land transportation, and mountains to defend in case of emergencies. In Yangxian Lidu, there are dozens of county towns within 300 miles, which can form a radiation effect. Whether it is the transmission of government orders or the dispersion of goods, they have greater advantages than Wu County.

After hearing this, Zhang Hong pondered for a moment and smiled slightly. "Zhongxiang, your plan is worthy of heaven and earth, not man."

"Sir, please give me some advice."

"In Jiangdong, if the world is peaceful in the future, Yangxian will be the capital. This is indeed a relatively advanced decision, but it is in line with the future situation. It can be said to be the time; Yangxian has established the capital, transportation, geography, and population are relatively balanced, and it can be said to be the right place; but if you give up Wuxian and establish the capital in Yangxian, it will be proposed by you, Kuaiji, what will the people of Wuxian think? They will not agree. Wuhui is the foundation of the general. If you have internal conflicts, the impact will be very bad, and you can be said to have lost people."

"What sir means is that if you don't consider human factors, Yang Xianli can do it?"

"At least it's worth considering, but people..."

Yu Xiang looked at Zhang Hong with a smile. "Since that's the case, I won't say it, sir."

Zhang Hong was stunned, stared at Yu Fan for a long time, pointed at Yu Fan, and shook his head helplessly. "Zhongxiang, you are too much."
Chapter completed!