The Sword Dynasty
342 Respect for the Elder
Sympathy and compassion are the emotions that normal people have. However, long journeys are full of dangers. Even some practitioners often pay attention to their physical strength and spirit. No one wants to get out of the way, and put more burden on themselves out of thin air.
Watching Zhang Yi stepping forward to take care of the old man, the majority of the caravan did not feel admiration and shame, but instead showed a disapproving or slightly sarcastic expression in the corners of their mouths.
Because they can all see that the old man is not just suffering from heat stroke or eating unclean foods and caused such vomiting, but the old man's body is too weak.
The body is too weak, and this will happen repeatedly during the long journey, and may even die.
As long as the immediate care is taken, it will naturally be impossible to ignore it in the future, and taking care of this old man will become his own affair.
The most important thing is that this old man's temper is still very weird. It is likely that the Yan Chao soldiers who were captured and detained in the battle with Da Qin and forced to do many years of hard work in the early years against the caravan in words The people in China are extremely disrespectful, and often rely on the old to sell the old, very unhappy.
Zhang Yi didn't have any superfluous thoughts. An old man was unwell and needed to be taken care of. If he could do anything, he would naturally have to reach out and help. This is as simple as eating food for hunger and drinking water when he is thirsty.
He didn't show any unpleasant color because of the bad smell, and wiped off the vomit on the old man's chest extremely carefully.
After drinking a few sips of warm water, the old man in a gray robe with a dry face and dry hair seemed to have some hay on his head at any time. Finally, the old man was able to breathe normally and panted, but the water was tumbling in the belly, between the chest But it was another time of boredom, regardless of Zhang Yi was helping him to wipe, directly vomited again and again.
Taking Zhang Yi's practice at this time, even if the old man is a practitioner of the same level as him, he stabs a sword at this time, even if the two are close so close, he can respond in time, but he is helping with one hand On the back of the old man, because he was afraid that the action would be too violent and cause the old man to fall from the horse, he just closed his hands and turned his body slightly, so that his sleeves and the robe on the side of the body were splashed. Young man's vomit.
Even so, Zhang Yi did not feel any disgust in his heart.
However, what he did not expect was that the old man was angry, looking at the water sac in his hand, and said angrily with the accent of Yan Di: "I am so sad in my belly, you still feed me to drink water, Do you think I vomited enough?"
Hearing the anger of the old man, the people around the caravan who had been unable to avoid it were all frowned, thinking that the old man was completely unknown.
Zhang Yi was also stunned, but did not have any anger. Instead, he bowed slightly and apologized. He explained softly: "The vomiting is too strong and it is easy to lose water. In this sultry summer heat, the body is more unbearable."
The old man retched several times, and the sounds in his abdomen and throat made those around him silently looking down, feeling a little uncomfortable.However, the old man sneered again and said in unclear words: "If that is the case, you should find me herbal water or brackish water. Why is it just this kind of lukewarm water!"
The old man's tone made many people around him angry, but Zhang Yi was born with no angry emotions. He was startled and said, "Mr. is right."
"I will clean it for you first, and then I will help you flush the salt water."
He said this apologetically, and then helped the old man wipe the robe and the saddle under him.
Looking at Zhang Yi's so conscientious attitude, the old man's face was a little stiff, but his physical discomfort made him have no good mood, and made a meaningless and vague voice from the throat, and turned his head heavily, not looking at Zhang Yi .
The Qin people, especially those in Guanzhong and Changling, eat soft but not hard, and have little ability to tolerate those who can’t get used to it. Looking at the reaction of the old man, the leader of the caravan, Luo Zhongjing, a four More than ten years old, with a solid body and short hair cut, a man with an obvious scar on his left cheek suddenly narrowed his eyes and sneered. He said, "There is no distinction between good and bad. If you behave like this, why don’t you care about him? In decades, we Qin people have killed fewer Yan people?"
Hearing this, the old man with a slight eyelid because of his physical weakness suddenly became angry again, screaming: "You have collected my money, are you Qin people all unfaithful?"
Luo Zhongjing looked directly at the old man and sneered: "Need me to return the money to you now, will I leave you here?"
The old man was pale and speechless.
Zhang Yi smiled bitterly at Luo Zhongjing and whispered: "After all, the old man is respected."
Luo Zhongjing said with a sneer: "I think it's an old disrespect."
Zhang Yi opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but the leader of the caravan turned his head very sternly, and his voice was slightly cold: "I just met each other, and my husband is very human. I wait for natural respect and want to rely on it. The power of the sir is just that this man had an insult to me in Daqin's words, and now it is not good or bad. I can't wait for it. If the sir misses him, he wants to take care of him all the way, then all his things will be We have nothing to do."
Zhang Yi felt a bit bitter in his heart, and looked at the paler face of the old man, but he couldn't bear it anymore, but hesitated and nodded.
There is no longer any obvious change in Luo Zhongjing's look, only intentionally or unintentionally, but the distance between him and the rest of the horse gang and the old man is further extended.
Seeing being cut apart by the rest of the horse gang, the arrogant arrogance of this old man from Yandi disappeared a lot, and it seemed even more wilted, but his eyes were moving, looking at Zhang Yi, who was always on his side. Li is always indifferent and unhappy.
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The twilight was getting darker and the eyes were getting blocked. Under the leadership of the experienced coach leader, the coach took a rest on a gentle slope and buried the stove to cook.
Knowing that the old man in the caravan had been extremely repulsive to the old man, Zhang Yi set up a tent a few feet away from the bank's outermost tent, and took some herbs around the tent to get rid of mosquitoes.
Looking at Zhang Yi's care for this Yandi's old man, most of the caravans couldn't understand it. However, due to the awe of a practitioner, after the food was cooked, some people still took two copies and sent them to Zhang Yi's camp. prior to.
The food on the way to the caravan is naturally very simple. The staple food is just the dried sweet potato, and the chopsticks are some gravy soup made of dried meat scraps and wild vegetables.
"I want to drink broth soup, not potato soup."
Looking at the food delivered to him, the elderly Yandi who had been resting for a long time showed a domineering and unreasonable side, directly pulled a food box containing gravy soup, and then poured another gravy soup into it. In the food box in his hand, he drank himself.
Zhang Yi frowned slightly for the first time, but he was not angry, but only worried: "Your spleen and stomach are very weak, so you can only eat less to nurse yourself, but eating meat is not good."
The old man Yandi didn't seem to hear Zhang Yi's words at all. After drinking all the minced meat soup in his food box, he turned around and said coldly: "You are Qin people, I am Yan people, why do you want Help me this way? Who knows what your heart is for...but no matter what you think, I advise you to rest in peace, I have no extra money in my body, I just want to die and die in my hometown, and then follow you Qin The man’s caravan suffers."
"I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding." Zhang Yi looked at the old man with indifferent eyes and said sincerely: "Respecting the old and respecting the old is only my duty."
"There is no free banquet in the world."
The old man sneered, saying, "Since you say respecting the old and respecting the old is your duty, then I am very tired now, and I want to have hot water to take a bath. I think they are a little scared of you, presumably you will It’s a rare cultivator. It’s not impossible to get some hot water for me to take a bath. You should also understand that, due to my physical condition, without hot water bathing, I am afraid that there will be poison sores, and death is inevitable on this way. "
Zhang Yi glanced at the old man, not angry, but felt that what the old man said was indeed true.
He glanced around, then nodded and said, "So please wait."
"What is he going to do?"
The caravan looked puzzled at Zhang Yi, who was busy.
They saw Zhang Yi borrow the iron pot to cook the soup in the caravan and began to boil water, and then went to a hard rock on the slope and started to move the sword.
Between the flashes of sword light, large pieces of stone flew up.
After the water in the iron pan boiled, Zhang Yi poured the filtered cold water into the excavated stone pit, and then poured the hot water.
After trying the water temperature, he walked towards the old man.
At this time, all the caravans finally reacted, and spent so much effort, even using the true yuan, which is precious to the practitioners, to serve the old man in the bath.
"Is there something wrong with his brain?"
The leader of the caravan, Luo Zhongjing, could not help but scold it out.