Chapter 102 Morning Exercise Speaker
In the hot summer, the low hills are covered with dense vegetation, making the foot of the mountain seem much cooler.
People come in and out of the two entrances of the "Rejuvenation Sanatorium", crying and laughing, reflecting the various aspects of life.
Bao Zheng was wearing a long black robe, standing by the road, quietly looking at the people at the entrance, a rare tenderness showing on his solemn face.
The fishmonger Qiang brought his daughter out of the sanatorium. Looking at his daughter with black hair and a pale complexion, he was so surprised that he couldn't believe it. He touched his eyes several times, fearing that he was dreaming.
My own daughter was skinny, bald and yellow some time ago, how come she has become a little beauty after all these changes?
If his daughter had not held his hand and called him daddy sweetly with her voice unchanged, the fishmonger would not have dared to recognize his daughter.
In fact, it took the fishmonger’s daughter such a long time to recover, which was already a very long time.
Normal patients can recover and pass away in three to five days.
The main reason was that his daughter’s health was really poor. In fact, the disease had been cured long ago, and the rest of her time was spent repairing the damage to her body.
"It's okay, it's really okay." The fishmonger gently stroked his daughter's head, and then he asked the woman in a white robe next to him with some trepidation: "Doctor, do I have to pay for the medicine after I'm discharged from the hospital?"
"I told you it's not necessary, let's go." The woman said fiercely, "Standing here, blocking the way, preventing other patients from coming in."
The fishmonger pulled his daughter aside awkwardly.
He didn't care about the woman's attitude at all. This nursing home saved his daughter's life and made her plump and white. What did it matter if he was scolded a few times?
The fishmonger Qiang walked aside and pulled his daughter back. When they passed by Bao Zheng, the latter heard the conversation between the father and daughter.
"Girl, when we get back, we'll put up two plaques. One for the current official, and one for Master Lu. Kowtow to them three times every day. Remember, they saved your life."
The little girl with a pale face nodded seriously and agreed.
Bao Zheng lingered on the front door of Huichun Sanatorium for a while and saw many family members of patients waiting outside. They were carrying food boxes or clothes and trying to talk to the woman in white robes guarding the door, as if they wanted the latter to do something convenient.
"Although the family members outside are worried, they have no sorrow of parting with death. The people coming out are full of joy, as if they were reborn. Master Lu's actions are truly meritorious." After observing for a while, Bao Zheng retracted his gaze and walked up the hill while saying, "Captain Zhan, you are familiar with Master Lu. What kind of person do you think he is?"
"Master Lu has a straightforward personality. Although he understands the bitterness of the world, he still has a pure heart." Zhan Zhao, wearing a sky-blue uniform, was about half a step behind Bao Zheng. He held a long sword in his left hand and acted as a guard. "In my opinion, he is a good person. Although he has a bit of a self-centered mindset, he actually cares about the world. It's just that many times, he encounters... some resistance."
After hearing what Zhan Zhao said, Bao Zheng smiled and said, "You can just tell us that our civil officials obstructed him. I am not the kind of person who cannot be persuaded."
Zhan Zhao smiled awkwardly.
Bao Zheng stepped onto the stone steps of the low hill, walked up slowly, and asked again: "Captain Zhan, if Tianlu Zhenren changed his temperament, would you take action?"
Zhan Zhao was stunned for a moment, then said, "Prefect, this is not fair."
"How is it unfair?"
"Lu Xiaolang has not changed. Your assumption has already determined his personality." Zhan Zhao has always admired Bao Zheng, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that Bao Zheng, whom he used to regard as a role model, actually said the wrong thing sometimes: "If someone asks me this, what should I do if the prefect changes his personality one day! I will definitely say that the prefect is honest and upright, how could his personality change drastically?"
Bao Zheng was stunned when he heard this. He turned around and looked at Zhan Zhao, as if he was meeting the latter for the first time.
Zhan Zhao looked Bao Zheng in the eye with dignity, without the slightest sign of fear.
"That makes sense. It is true that I was wrong." Bao Zheng left, shaking his head with a wry smile, "I am a scholar, but I can't see as clearly as a warrior."
Bao Zheng knew that he had made a mistake by casually speculating on other people's future.
People do change, but right now Lu Sen hasn't done anything wrong, and there isn't even any sign of it, yet he and his group are already worried about his future behavior.
It's true that I have nothing to do after eating, and I feel bored.
After all, he was a civil official, and after all, he had been in the court for decades. Bao Zheng quickly realized his "mistake" and adjusted his mentality.
About half an incense stick of time later, he met Lu Sen.
The meeting place was still the pavilion, but Bao Zheng looked at Lu Sen's attitude and found it much more friendly.
Even Lu Sen could feel that Bao Zheng's attitude had become much better this time.
That vague sense of defense seemed to be gone.
"This time, I asked Captain Zhan to meet with Master Lu to apologize." Bao Zheng didn't waste any more words and said straight to the point: "Regarding the previous incident, it was indeed our fault. Please forgive us, Master Lu."
As he spoke, Bao Zheng stood up, clasped his hands together, and bent down slightly.
The other party was his elder, so Lu Sen had to stand up and return the greeting, but he was not in a good mood facing Bao Zheng in the present, so did not say anything.
After sitting down again, Lu Sen asked expressionlessly, "So after Bao Fuyin apologized, he still wanted me to go to the north?"
Bao Zheng shook his head: "If Master Lu doesn't want to go, then don't go."
"So generous?" Lu Sen was a little surprised.
This doesn't seem like the attitude of a civil official who would use "people" to death.
"I've thought about it. Master Lu has no duty to guard the border." Bao Zheng smiled and said, "I just heard that the Khitan envoy Xiao Jieshuang offered a high price and was very sincere. He hoped that Master Lu would go back to Liao with him."
"true."
Lu Sen did not find it strange that Bao Zheng knew about this. After all, this was the capital city, not the territory of the Liao Kingdom. If the civil officials wanted to know some information, they could still do it.
"No matter what Master Lu thinks, I hope Master Lu will not go to Liao." Bao Zheng clasped his fists and bowed again, saying sincerely: "As long as Master Lu does not bully the people and disrupt the world, he can do whatever he wants from now on. I can guarantee that the court will never hate Master Lu again in the future!"
Lu Sen glared slightly!
After finishing his words, Bao Zheng bowed and left.
Even half an hour later, Lu Sen still had a surprised expression on his face.
"Prefect Bao is really generous this time." Lu Sen drank a sip of honey water and sighed, "With his cautious personality, he said these words. I think he has made a great decision."
Zhan Zhao, who was sitting opposite Lu Sen, also smiled and said, "Prefect Bao has always been generous in his work. He is just too worried about the common people."
After he sent Bao Zheng back to Kaifeng Prefecture, he turned back and apologized to Lu Sen.
Under normal circumstances, Zhan Zhao would not bring other people to visit Lu Sen, but Bao Fuyin had done him a favor and was also his superior. Since the latter had spoken , Zhan Zhao had to help.
Lu Sen knew Zhan Zhao's dilemma and did not blame him.
The two chatted for a while, and suddenly there came another visitor to Aishan. It was Pang Meir, who came to play with the two sisters.
Since a woman had come, Zhan Zhao naturally stood up and said goodbye.
After Lu Sen sent Zhan Zhao away, he returned to the third floor and gave the lawn and pavilion to the three women, allowing them to have fun there.
I started to study the recipe myself .
After all, the recipe system is too complicated, with more than 10,000 formulas, and Lu Sen is not an artificial intelligence, so it is impossible for him to remember them all after just one look.
So every once in a while, he would sort out the recipes again and again to see if there was any that he could use right now.
After taking a look, I found that there was a recipe that could be used and the materials were not difficult to obtain.
Sound transmission speaker: can amplify the sound so that people within a certain range can hear it clearly without sounding harsh.
It seems to be useless...but what if it is combined with your own jukebox?
Lu Sen originally intended to change the character and concepts of the Song people. Screening films did have an effect, but music can also be very inspiring.
If you play inspiring music like "Steel Torrent", "Tank March", "Serve the Country with Loyalty" etc. every day, after a while, you will be inspired to be more passionate.
Lu Sen thought about it and felt that this could be tried, so he began to look at the materials needed for the recipe.
After writing it down, he said something to Yang Jinhua and took Heizhu to the market to do some shopping.
When Lu Sen's back disappeared in the mountain path, the three women withdrew their gazes.
Although Zhao Bilian was not very smart, she could always ask some key questions occasionally: "Mei'er, you have been a 15-year-old for a while now, do you have a good match for me?"
"No rush." Pang Meir smiled.
Although Pang Meir didn't seem to care on the surface, Zhao Bilian's question actually made her feel sad.
She had secretly vowed before that she would find a man better than Lu Sen and then show off in front of her two sisters.
But now, looking around from a high place, it seems that there are no unmarried men in Bianjing City who are more talented than Lu Sen in both civil and military affairs, or even have half of Lu Sen's temperament and talent.
"How can I not be anxious?" Zhao Bilian said with wide eyes, "If I have a husband, I can have fun with him every day. It's really fun. And I heard that this kind of thing will become less and less every day. I also heard that men are getting weaker and weaker. If you wait for two or three more years, you will have two or three less years of happiness in the future."
Yang Jinhua was stunned at this time. She really didn't expect that Zhao Bilian would come to such a conclusion.
Pang Meir's face turned even redder. If someone said such vicious words in front of her, she would definitely slap the person in the face a few times on the spot.
But Zhao Bilian... forget it.
As sisters for so many years, don’t you know that Bilian sometimes has some problems with her brain?
"You, you, you..." Pang Mei'er was furious and couldn't help but stretch out her hands to pull Zhao Bilian's cheeks hard: "You slut, you actually said such obscene words to an unmarried girl like me, you're asking for a beating."
Zhao Bilian screamed in pain.
Pang Meier pulled and pinched Zhao Bilian's face, and asked hesitantly: "It's strange, Bilian, why is your skin getting better and better?"
"It may be because I eat fairy fruits every day and soak in hot springs every night." Yang Jinhua explained.
But actually... she knew what was going on. Eating fruit and taking a bath was just a secondary reason. She didn't dare to tell the real reason.
Zhao Bilian's cheeks were in so much pain that she knocked away Pang Mei'er's hands and said, "Mei'er, I still think it's better for you to marry the official. This way we can be together forever. Sisters of one mind can break iron with one strength."
Yang Jinhua felt a headache: "Bilian, sisters working together can break metal, but this is not the way to go. You should read more books."
Pang Meir's face turned red with anger, her teeth itched with hatred, and she wanted to pull Zhao Bilian's face again.
"That means sisters working together can grind an iron rod into a needle!" Zhao Bilian suddenly said.
Yang Jinhua was drinking water to calm herself down, but when she heard this, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she choked on the water and started coughing.
Pang Meir didn't quite understand what it meant at first, but she suddenly remembered the drawings in the picture book her mother had stuffed in her not long ago. Her face immediately turned red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone.
Yang Jinhua finally swallowed the honey water, coughed twice, and asked seriously: "Bilian, where did you hear such erotic words?"
It's no wonder that Yang Jinhua reacted like that. She was afraid that Zhao Bilian would be entangled with some other wild man, so she said these disgusting things.
Once such a thing happened and was known to outsiders, her husband would certainly be criticized. As the eldest wife, she had the right to deal with such matters and even had to make sure that such things disappeared in the bud.
"My husband said that," Zhao Bilian said as a matter of course, "I woke up the day before yesterday morning. You were sleeping soundly at that time, and my husband was lying by the window, looking very tired, and he read these words."
Oh... that's what the master said, so it's okay.
At this time, Pang Meier stood up, lowered her head and whispered: "I'm going home first, and I'll come to play with you guys in a few days."
After saying that, Pang Meir walked out of the pavilion and left the hill without looking back. She looked very hurried and nervous, as if something scary was chasing her.
When Lu Sen came back from shopping, he found that Pang Mei'er was not there, so he asked, "Where is the young lady from the Pang family? Why don't you invite her to come for dinner?"
Pang Meir is actually a foodie. Every time she came to visit us, she would eat some raw vegetables from Aishan before leaving.
He left early this time, so Lu Sen felt a little strange.
"Well, she is in some inconvenience." Yang Jinhua smiled dryly.
Oh...menstrual period, I understand.
Lu Sen didn't think too much about it. Next, he synthesized a sound transmission loudspeaker and hung it on a tall tree in front of the yard, with the mouth of the loudspeaker facing the city of Bianjing.
The next day, he attended court for a rare occasion.
Under the surprised gazes of the civil and military officials, he clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, I recently made a little gadget that can play music for the whole city to hear, so I thought of sharing the joy with the people. Starting tomorrow, when the sun rises, I will play a piece of music so that the whole city can enjoy it together, okay?"
Zhao Zhen thought about it and said, "It's a good thing to share the joy with the people. I certainly won't spoil the fun and stop it. OK."
Lu Sen chuckled: "Thank you, sir!"
