Chapter 3 New Land Law (I)

When Dorgon opened his eyes, it was already five days after he fainted.

"Are you awake?" The one who appeared in front of Dorgon was a silver-haired old woman with wrinkles on her face but a smile on her face. It can be seen that the smile in the old woman's eyes was completely sincere from the bottom of her heart.

"Old man, where is this place?" Dorgon felt a weak feeling, as if he had no strength at all.

"Come on, young man, drink some porridge first. You have been unconscious for five days and have not eaten." The old woman said, holding a bowl of porridge with a hint of steaming.

With the help of the old woman, Dorgon drank most of the bowl of porridge and regained some strength. At least he became much stronger when speaking.

"You are you who saved me?" Dorgon asked gratefully.

"No, my old woman's back touches you a big guy." The old woman replied while cleaning up, "It's my old man who saved you, I went out to collect herbs."

Seeing the old woman's hands and feet were very quick, Dorgon couldn't help but sigh that if he reached this age, he would probably be worse than this old woman.

"How old is this year?" Dorgon lay in bed with no trouble, so he thought about finding out how to save his old couple. He must repay these two old men well if he has the chance in the future.

"Young man, the old woman doesn't know what your name is?" The old woman did not answer, but asked about Dorgon's situation.

"My name is Dorgon." Dorgon was so anxious that he gave himself a pseudonym. Although he saved him, his identity was really sensitive and he didn't know where he was now, so he naturally didn't dare to tell his real name bluntly.

"Are you a Mongolian?" the old woman asked.

"Yes, yes." Dorgon nodded quickly.

"Soldiers?"

"How do you know?" Dorgon was shocked and immediately realized that he had already put on a clean coarse cloth clothes, and his weapons and armor were all in it and his seals that could prove his identity were gone.

"Young man, don't worry, this is the Helan Mountains. Don't say you are hiding here alone, even a hundred thousand troops can hide." The old woman saw Dorgon's face change, and thought he was worried that he would be exposed.

"Helan Mountains?" Dorgon murmured for a moment, not only was he secretly miserable in his heart, but he actually ran to the Helan Mountains thousands of miles away. This was exactly what God wanted to do to others.

"Doer, don't you know that the water you drank in that small lake is poisonous?" The old woman asked. If it were nearby Mongolians, no one would know that some lakes in the desert could not be drunk casually. If you drink it, you would vomit and diarrhea and die immediately. Experienced Mongolians can recognize it. Of course, the nearby ones she thought was not ordinary.

Dorgon said with a bitter smile: "I don't know, I escaped from the east. When I saw the water, I couldn't take care of anything."

"So that's the case. No wonder you drank a stomach of poisonous water. Fortunately, my old man happened to pick herbs and pass by there, otherwise there would be another dry bone by the lake." The old woman turned the gauze cart in her hand, shook her head and sighed.

At this time, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from the yard. It was the old man who saved him and the old woman's husband who had returned.

Sure enough, an old man with strong spirits and gray hair walked into the house with a medicine basket and a medicine hoe in his hand.

When the old man saw Dorgon, who was half leaning on the bed and looking pale, turned around and put down the medicine basket, smiled and said, "I'm awake."

Dorgon hurriedly looked at the old man gratefully and said, "Thank you for saving your life. Doer will definitely repay you and the old lady's kindness in the future."

"There is no need to repay you. This is your life. If I meet you a little later, I can't save you even if I want to save you." The old man waved his hand at him.

"No matter what, Dorgon will never forget his life-saving grace." Dorgon said sincerely.

"I don't think you have accent from us?" the old man asked in confusion.

"The old man is as careful as his hair. Although I am also a Mongol, I escaped from the east." Dorgon hurriedly said. Although he is a Jin man, he also has Mongolian blood in his blood. It is nothing wrong to say that he is a Mongol.

"Last time I went to the market to sell medicinal materials, and I heard that there was another war in the east and many people died." The old man said to himself, obviously believing Dorgon's words.

"Which movie is from Mongolia?" the old man suddenly asked.

"Yes..." Dorgon casually said the name of a tribe.

"You don't look like an ordinary soldier?"

"I am a centurion." Dorgon hurriedly explained.

"No wonder, although the clothes on your outside are the outfits of ordinary Mongolian soldiers, the underwear inside is not something that ordinary soldiers can possess, at least they are just an officer." The old man smiled happily, as if he was very satisfied with his eyesight and wisdom.

No one would doubt this sentence when a person is old and mature. Although the old man in front of him seems to be just an old man collecting herbs, he might be a hermit hidden among the people. These people are usually those who are knowledgeable and have insight into the world.

"My name is Zhuge Qing. This is my wife. You can call her Aunt Zhuge. In order to avoid natural disasters and man-made disasters, we have moved here for more than 20 years. On weekdays, I go up the mountain to hunt and pick herbs. Your aunt is spinning and weaving cloth at home. People in the mountains rely on the mountains to eat the mountains. Although life is hard, it is still possible to live. If I hadn't been to find special herbs that only grow in the desert this time, I might not have encountered and saved you!" The old man said while washing away the dust on his face.

After hearing this, Dorgon secretly thanked that his life was recovered, and it was completely God's will. However, Zhuge Qing's life-saving grace must be repaid. If it weren't for him, even if God's will let Zhuge Qing meet him who drank poisonous water, the right to save or not is still in the hands of others. Therefore, although it was God's will, the life-saving grace was real.

"Young man?"

"My uncle, my name is Doer."

"Doer, I have removed the poison of the poisonous water in your body for you, but my body is still a little weak. It will be better to cultivate for a while." Zhuge Qing smiled.

"Uncle, Dor has a question, why is the water in that small lake poisonous?" Dorgon asked for advice.

Zhuge Qing smiled and explained: "This is your first time in the desert, right?"

Dorgon nodded.

"The desert is short of water, but it does not mean that there is no water. In fact, there are still many rivers and lakes in the desert. Generally, living water, that is, the water flowing is not poisonous, but there are a few exceptions. The poisonous water source is generally stagnant water. Which small lake you encounter is stagnant water. This kind of small lake is usually formed by rainfall in the desert, and later gradually becomes one lake after another. As for why the water becomes toxic, there are many reasons. Some are because of soil, some are because of the highly toxic animals in the desert die in the lake, and then form toxic poisonous water. Some are toxic water lakes.

There is no grass growing around and the water is dark. This can be judged immediately. This may be poisonous water. People and animals will die if they drink it. Although what you encounter is a poisonous water lake, it is not the kind that will kill people immediately after drinking it. Usually, there are herbs around this lake that can be suppressed and interpreted. Of course, if you have no experience, you may die faster if you eat it in a confused way. I have been to the lake you encountered, so I know how to save you. Otherwise, even if I find you, I will be powerless." Zhuge Qing explained one by one.

"It turns out that there is so much knowledge here. Listening to my father-in-law's words is better than reading for ten years." Dorgon said.

Zhuge Qing was stunned and then laughed: "Doer, if you were an ordinary Mongolian soldier, I might even doubt your identity. Your Chinese language does not have to be inferior to us. Moreover, when you were just now, old man, I almost thought you were a scholar. It seems that although you are a centurion, your identity will definitely be good in any of your movies."

"It was time for my father to speak. In fact, Doer is the son of Taiji. My father admires Han culture, so he hired me a few Han teachers to teach Chinese. This time, the Jin army was approaching, so my father asked me to join the war as a centurion. But I knew that Doer was not good at learning skills and his subordinates were defeated, so he fled in all directions. Somehow he got here." Dorgon explained.

"So that's how it is." Zhuge Qing nodded understandingly. Since he had such an identity, he naturally could not tell others at will. At that time, he would not only bring him the death of himself, but also cause trouble to the two elders. Therefore, Zhuge Qing did not continue to ask, who has no secret of his own?

According to Dorgon's guess, the brother was afraid that he could not find him, so he stayed at Zhuge Qing's house to recuperate while thinking about how he should go back. The news here was too closed. Just relying on the vague news that Zhuge Qing found from a market dozens of miles away, he could not judge the situation of the battle between Jin and Meng at all, so he didn't know which way he could go back for a while.

The injuries on Dorgon and the poison in his body were kept in Zhuge Qing's home for nearly a month before it was almost done, but he still couldn't exercise vigorously, let alone rushing to the horse.

To return to the Later Jin Dynasty, Dorgon faced two major problems. One is the mount. If there is no horse or Dorgon's foot strength, it will take at least three months to return to the Later Jin Dynasty. In addition, the road may not be calm and there may be danger at any time. He always has to pass through the territory of Chahar Mongolia. He felt that even if Huang Taiji personally fought this time, it may not be able to destroy the Chahar Mongolia. The two countries have such a great hatred. Chahar Mongolia will not let him go. There is another way, which is to continue to go south, cross mountains and ridges, cross the Great Wall, pass through the Ming Dynasty and then return to the Later Jin Dynasty. This road is longer, but the danger coefficient is small. If there is no good foot strength, relying on his legs alone, I don't know if he can go back to Shengjing. Maybe Shengjing is already guessing whether he has died.

The second problem is that he has no money. He has no money for thousands of miles. Although Dorgon is good at riding and shooting and relies on hunting to maintain his food and drink along the way, if he chooses the second path, it is hard to say whether he can return to Shengjing alive if he has no money. The Central Plains is not as good as outside the pass, and he does not want to beg for his life to return to Shengjing all the way.
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