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

Gu Qing cannot evaluate whether other people's choices are right or wrong. Everyone has their own reasons for the choices they make. He does not understand the pain of others and instead tries to persuade others to live by giving him chicken soup. This is also a kind of moral kidnapping.

The five-year-old child looked at his mother, whose face was covered with a white cloth, grinning and crying. A widow hugged him tightly and 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 arrange the woman's funeral. Gu Qing walked up to the child and stroked his head.

The haze of his past life suddenly shrouded his mind like a dark cloud.

Children are ignorant, but Gu Qing knows very well how difficult it is to live in this world with nothing.

Facing this orphan, Gu Qing didn't know what to do for him. The only thing he could do was to call the widow holding him aside, take out a handful of copper coins from her arms and give it to her, so that the child could live with her in the future.

The family treats him as their own child, and Gu Qing is in charge of the money and food he spends.

The widow took the money with great gratitude, wiped her tears, turned around, hugged the child, and dressed him in mourning clothes.

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

The Tang Dynasty was still prosperous, but wars occurred every year. The aftertaste of the prosperous age gradually abandoned the ordinary people, and it only existed in the singing, dancing and drinking banquets of the powerful.

Xianyu Zhongtong was about to leave, and Gu Qing sent him and his entourage to the entrance of the village.

It was impossible for Xianyu Zhongtong not to know what happened in the village last night, but when Gu Qing sent him off, his expression was still calm, as if he had slept too hard last night and really didn't know anything.

Okay, just pretend you don't know.

Powerful officials always know what expressions they should show on what occasions.

Originally, he only planned to say a few polite words of farewell to Xian Yu Zhongtong at the entrance of the village, and then the two of them waved, but for some unknown reason today, Gu Qing suddenly wanted to say a few more words.

"Uncle Xianyu, regarding the Nanzhao Kingdom's intention to rebel..." Gu Qing hesitated, speaking very slowly, because he only remembered some fragmentary fragments from the history books of his previous life, and at this moment, he said every word to Xianyu Zhongtong

, maybe it will change history.

If only fewer people died, it would be a great merit.

"How is the Lord of Nanzhao?" Xianyu Zhongtong looked at him. Gu Qing now had an extraordinary status in his heart. He no longer regarded him as an ignorant young man, but as a peer who could communicate on an equal footing.

"Why did the leader of the Nanzhao Kingdom rebel? And if the Nanzhao Kingdom really rebels, how should Uncle Xianyu deal with it? Please think twice."

"Oh? My dear nephew, there is something in his words. There is no harm in speaking out. I always value what you say."

Gu Qing hesitated for a long time and then said slowly: "Why did the leader of Nanzhao rebel? Please just listen to Uncle Xianyu's words and find out before it is too late to make arguments. The leader of a small country will not be able to do anything unless there is a huge event."

Would you dare to commit such a treasonous act and dare to take the initiative to rebel against our country, the Tang Dynasty?"

Xianyu Zhongtong nodded: "Lao Cheng's theory of planning a country is not bad. I will remember it."

"The second thing is that if Nanzhao really rebels, the emperor will definitely order troops to be sent to Jiannan Road. Uncle Xianyu will definitely be the commander who leads the army to put down the rebellion. Forgive my foolish nephew for the offense. Uncle Xianyu is a scholar, and he will not write articles or memorials.

By the way, it may be difficult to lead troops to conquer the rebellion, so my foolish nephew’s suggestion is...please ask Uncle Xianyu to decline the imperial edict and ask Chang’an to select another general who is good at conquering and fighting.”

Xianyu Zhongtong's face looked a little ugly, but he still said: "I will remember it."

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

"Third, if it is really impossible to refuse the appointment of Chang'an, Uncle Xianyu must remember not to kill Nanzhao. If the other party wants to surrender, he should accept the surrender. The most important thing is to not let the leader of Nanzhao bypass the Tang Dynasty border.

, colluded with Tibet and formed an alliance. If the two countries formed an alliance, our soldiers of the Tang Dynasty would be in danger."

Xianyu Zhongtong nodded calmly. Although what Gu Qing just said made him feel a little uncomfortable, but thinking about it carefully, every word Gu Qing said made sense. However, Xianyu Zhongtong asked himself that he was indeed incapable of leading troops in war. He was a scholar without any battle experience.

To lead troops to put down a rebellion, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Gu Qing said again: "The last thing is the use of sand table. Uncle Xianyu must have understood the purpose of the sand table. After arriving in Yizhou, you can quickly order the soldiers to inspect the topography of the border between Tang Dynasty and Nanzhao and make a sand table. If the war starts, at least it will be more effective."

One point chance of winning."

Xianyu Zhongtong said that he had remembered it all, and then said: "Yesterday, I advised my nephew to help me share my worries. My nephew tried to push me around. Why did I suddenly give me these suggestions today?"

Gu Qing smiled: "Just think it's a whim of the foolish nephew. I wish Uncle Xianyu a victory and a triumphant return to the court."

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Xian Yu Zhongtong left, and Shiqiao Village once again returned to its previous peace.

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

During the season change, Gu Qing fell ill.

The sudden fever surprised Gu Qing. In his previous life, he had always been in good health and rarely caught a cold every few years. Unexpectedly, he fell ill only half a year after coming to this world. This body was the fault of his previous life.

Lying on the bed in a daze, his forehead was very hot, but his consciousness was still there. Gu Qing knew that he needed 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 exploded. The villagers came to his door one after another carrying all kinds of things. They came to visit his bed like a cartwheel. All kinds of meat and fish were piled high on the bedside. Gu Qing felt

It seems that I have made a small windfall.

Song Gensheng's father Song Gen was invited by the villagers to see Gu Qing. Three fingers were placed on Gu Qing's wrist, with a worried and hesitant look on his face. Gu Qing's eyelids twitched.

This expression is so familiar. In his previous life, when he was faced with a multiple-choice question that he didn't understand at all during a school exam, Gu Qing had this expression. The rest of the process was based on luck.

"My nephew's illness is probably caused by internal fire that has been suppressed for a long time, qi deficiency and typhoid fever... right?" Song Gen said anxiously, peeking at Gu Qing's expression from time to time, as if asking for Gu Qing's opinion.

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

Song Gen smiled sheepishly and said, "I think it's right. Well...what do you think, nephew?"

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