There are so many hardships in life. Some people choose to grit their teeth and live, while others choose to end it as soon as possible.

Gu Qing cannot judge whether others’ choices are right or wrong. Everyone has their own reasons for their choices. Instead of understanding other people’s pain, he instead makes chicken soup to persuade people to survive. This is also a kind of moral kidnapping.

The five-year-old child grinned and cried when he looked at his mother covered in white cloth. A widow hugged him tightly and she burst into tears. The child's eyes were still clear and innocent. He didn't know that he had nothing in his life.

Feng Aweng sighed and directed the villagers to handle the woman's funeral. Gu Qing walked up to the child and stroked his head.

The haze of the previous life suddenly enveloped his heart like a dark cloud.

The child is ignorant, but Gu Qing knows very well how difficult it is to live in this world without having anything.

Facing this orphan, Gu Qing didn't know what he could do. The only thing he could do was to call the widow who was holding him aside, take out a handful of copper coins from her arms, and let the child live in her house in the future, treat him as his biological child. As for the money spent, Gu Qing took care of the money and grain.

The widow thanked her for taking the money, wiped her tears and turned around to hold the child, putting on a mourning dress for him.

Gu Qing turned his head and left. He didn't like such a scene. The scars that were about to heal in his heart would always be forcibly torn apart, causing bloody pain.

The Tang Dynasty was still prosperous, but wars happened every year. The afterglow of the prosperous era gradually abandoned the ordinary people, and it only existed in the singing, dancing, and banquets of the powerful.

Xian Yu Zhongtong was leaving, and Gu Qing sent him and his entourage to the entrance of the village.

Xian Yu Zhongtong could not have known what happened in the village last night, but when Gu Qing sent him, his expression was still calm, as if he slept too hard last night and really didn't know anything.

OK, just pretend you don't know.

The powerful officials always know what kind of expressions they should show on what occasions.

Originally, they only planned to say a few goodbye to Xian Yu Zhongtong at the entrance of the village, and then the two waved their hands, but for some reason Gu Qing suddenly wanted to say a few more words today.

"Uncle Xianyu, about the intention of Nanzhao to rebel..." Gu Qing hesitated, speaking very slowly, because all he remembered was a bit fragmented in the history books of his previous life, and every word he said to Xianyu Zhongtong might change history.

I hope that fewer people will die will bring immeasurable merit.

"How about the lord of Nanzhao?" Xian Yu Zhongtong looked at him. Gu Qing had a extraordinary position in his heart. He no longer regarded him as an ignorant boy, but a peer who could communicate equally.

"Why did the Nanzhao rebel? If the Nanzhao Kingdom really rebels, what should Uncle Xianyu do? Please think twice."

"Oh? There is something in my uncle's words, it's okay to say it bluntly. I have always valued what you said."

Gu Qing hesitated for a while and said slowly: "Why did the Lord of Nanzhao rebellion? Please don't just believe the words of one side. It's not too late to find out clearly. If the lord of a small country does not have a great deal, he will never dare to do such a big rebellious act and dare to take the initiative to rebel against our Tang Dynasty."

Xian Yu Zhongtong nodded: "The old man made a good idea of ​​planning the country, and I remember it."

"Secondly, if Nanzhao really rebels, the emperor will definitely order Jiannandao to send troops. Uncle Xianyu must be the commander who leads troops to quell the rebellion. Uncle Yu is a literati. It is no problem to write a memorial. But if you lead the troops to conquer the rebellion, you may be difficult. Uncle Yu's suggestion is... Please ask Uncle Xianyu to reject the imperial edict and ask Chang'an to choose another general who can conquer the war as the commander."

Xian Yu Zhongtong's face looked a little ugly, but he still said, "I remember it."

Gu Qing knew that these words made him feel uncomfortable, but he still had to say what he should say.

"Third, if you really cannot refuse the appointment of Chang'an, Uncle Xianyu must remember not to kill Nanzhao. If the other party is willing to surrender, you should follow the situation and accept the surrender. The most important thing is to never let the Nanzhao ruler bypass the border of the Tang Dynasty and collude with Tubo. If the two countries join forces, our Tang soldiers will be in danger."

Xian Yu Zhongtong nodded calmly. Although Gu Qing's words just made him feel uncomfortable, when he thought about it carefully, every word Gu Qing said was reasonable. Xian Yu Zhongtong asked himself that he was indeed unable to lead troops to fight. A scholar with no experience in combat led troops to suppress the rebellion, and the result was unimaginable.

Gu Qing said again: "The last thing is the use of the sand table. I believe Uncle Xianyu's Mubin has already understood it clearly. After arriving in Yizhou, you can quickly order the soldiers to surround the border terrain of the Tang Dynasty and Nanzhao to create sand tables. If the war begins, at least one more chance of victory."

Xian Yu Zhongtong said that he had written down everything and immediately said, "Yesterday, he advised his nephew to share his worries, but his nephew was ruling around. Why did he suddenly give me these suggestions again today?"

Gu Qing smiled: "Just treat my foolish nephew as a whim. I wish Uncle Xianyu a victory and a triumphant return."

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Xianyu Zhongtong left, and Shiqiao Village returned to its previous peace again.

The weather is getting colder and it is early winter. The lush world has become bleak. The withered yellow leaves are dancing in the wind on the bare branches. The vast world is full of loneliness.

During the season change, Gu Qing fell ill.

The sudden fever surprised Gu Qing quite a bit. His body had always been very good in his previous life. He had a rare cold in a few years. Unexpectedly, he got sick just half a year after coming to this world. The pot of his body was the one in his previous life.

Lying in a drowsy bed, his forehead was very hot, but his consciousness was still there. Gu Qing knew to drink more hot water and sleep more, but the villagers refused to let him calm down.

When the news of Gu Qing's illness spread, Shiqiao Village was in an uproar. The villagers came to his bed with all kinds of things and came to visit him like a wheel fight. All kinds of meat and fish were piled up at the head of the bed. Gu Qing felt that he had made a small fortune.

Song Gensheng's father Song Gen was invited by the villagers to treat Gu Qing. Three fingers were placed on Gu Qing's wrist, and hesitated with a look of trepidation. Gu Qing's eyelids were twitching.

This expression is too familiar. When I encountered multiple-choice questions in the school exam in my previous life, Gu Qing had such an expression. The next process was to be confused by luck.

"My nephew's disease is probably due to internal fire suppression for a long time, and his qi deficiency and typhoid fever...?" Song Gen said nervously, and occasionally glanced at Gu Qing's expression, as if asking Gu Qing for advice.

Gu Qing sighed weakly: "Uncle Song, what does the word 'bar' at the end of your sentence just now mean?"

Song Gen smiled embarrassedly and said, "I think it should be right, cough, what do you think of it?"

Gu Qing suddenly wanted to know how many abnormal deaths of villagers in Shiqiao Village over the years, and how many of them died after Song Gen took a vein and prescription.
Chapter completed!