If the Water Margin

Chapter 163 Fishy Wind

Huang Hu sneered, took off a waist card from his waist and handed it to Pan Jinlian. This is the waist card of the new army. With this, it can be unimpeded in most places in the half-day castle. Of course, I will specially tell my men to come directly to see me at any time with this waist card. Huang Hu put his mouth close to Pan Jinlian's ear, and he seemed to be able to smell the smell of the woman covered by his clothes: "But I remind you that the relationship between the new army and the original soldiers of the half-day castle is not good. If an ordinary cook holds the waist card of the new army and wanders around elsewhere, it may lead to death. In addition, this waist card is only effective in half a day, and it has no effect for the heavily guarded Zhaimen. What Huang Hu said is half true and half false. This waist card can't get out of the door of the half-day castle, but it can also be unimpeded in other places of the half-day castle. It's just that Huang Hu is unwilling to give Pan Qi the freedom to move on the half-day castle, so he deliberately said so that she will take a little consideration when using it.

Pan Qi took it in his hand, looked at it briefly, put it in his arms, and then said to Huang Hu, "Ok, there's nothing else. A quarter of an hour is coming soon, and my body can't support it. Just wait for my news." After saying that, Pan Qi directly turned around and separated the crowd and walked into the room without giving Huang Hu any chance to talk back.

Huang Hu felt so boring. Originally, he came to the gang at noon to shake the prestige, but he didn't expect it to be just such a conversation. He shouted sullenly at the new soldiers next to him, "You check some lunch and take it back. I'll go back first." Then the yellow tiger also walked through the crowd and walked towards his station.

Is today's words and deeds inappropriate? Huang Hu thought about it. Even if Pan Jinlian is the leader of the gang, is today's behavior at noon a little too respectful to him in the eyes of outsiders? Alas, I can't help it. Time is running out. Anyway, I will leave this place in a few days, and then I will never come here again. What does it matter to the mortals here talk about me? Everything will end in a few days, but Huang Hu is looking forward to it. Who is Pan Jinlian's last name?

Pan Jinlian

When Pan Jinlian woke up, it was already night. She felt that her body was weaker, and even her breathing strength had become a burden. She looked around anxiously. Fortunately, the hairy eggs were still there.

The hairy egg is squatting by the stove, chewing a dead grass in his mouth. He looks very much like the poor kids Pan Jinlian occasionally saw through the gate of the courtyard when she was a girl. They had nothing to do with the dead grass in their mouths. When they saw Pan Jinlian, they would whistle one or two loudly. At that time, Pan Jinlian wanted to take a closer look at the faces of those poor children. Although Pan Jinlian knew that she could not have any intersection with such people, when she was young, who didn't want to look at the people who please her and hear compliments and praise? However, the girl's etiquette always forced Pan Jinlian to lower her head and pretend to be shy. When she finished her mouth, her face was almost crimson because of holding her breath. When she looked up again, the teenagers with dead grass had blown across the whole street like the wind. I don't know which girl's door to blow again. With that distracting tone.

Since she was seriously ill, Pan Jinlian has been unable to control her identity as Pan Qi. The disguise of a man was almost stripped away by illness and powerlessness. Sometimes, when she is conscious, she even forgets that she is playing a man and wants to learn. Inertially touch the hairpin on the head and the earrings on the ears. Pan Qi's identity only appears in the most horrible dreams when he is sleeping.

Of course, although Pan Jinlian doesn't want to admit it, she has to admit that she can be Pan Jinlian back entirely because of hairy eggs. The hairy egg is like a real man, with the power of wisdom. Pan Jinlian will inexplicably have a sense of dependence. Although she repeatedly warned herself that the hairy egg is like a candlelight to a moth. Although it seems bright, it will kill her life in the end, but what can be done? Pan Jinlian can't see any other men she can rely on here. She doesn't even have a choice. She has tried to forget her gender and rely on herself, but how can it be possible in this vaguely serious illness?

Just like now, Pan Jinlian saw the hairy egg from her blurred vision. Her first feeling was that she wanted to jump over and hold him tightly to enjoy the warmth from his body. This hug will bring Pan Jinlian an incomparable comfort of dependence and confidence.

Of course, Pan Jinlian did not do so. On the one hand, because of reason, her current identity is a man. Whether it is a human skin mask or a variant suit, it has covered her feminine characteristics. A seriously ill man who suddenly hugs another man will only be regarded as a madman and become a laughing stock of everyone. Now he is the leader of his husband. In this hell, he can be said to be a high-ranking position and can't stand such tos and threats.

On the other hand, Pan Jinlian no longer has the strength to jump. After the not long negotiation with Huang Hu, Pan Jinlian almost forgot how she returned to the white case. She only remembered that her limbs were slowly disobedient, and she could not pay attention to anyone's shouts and movements at all. When she returned to the dead grass of the white case, she was uncontrollably and drowsy. Go to sleep and don't know anything anymore. Until now.

Pan Jinlian opened her empty eyes and looked at the surrounding scenery. She tried to make up for what happened during her sleep through reasonable imagination, but in any case, she couldn't remember that she also wanted to be called Huang Hu, but her dry throat could not make a sound. Pan Jinlian was very anxious, and her breathing became rapid.

Maybe the rapid breathing sound attracted Mao Dan's attention. He turned his head and smiled at Pan Jinlian: "How did you sleep?"

Pan Jinlian nodded, and she couldn't make a sound, which made her very anxious. Pan Jinlian rubbed her nose a few times, indicating that she wanted to smell the thing that made her wake up like noon. She missed that feeling so much that she could talk and walk like a normal person. Pan Jinlian suddenly thought that her life requirements seemed to be getting lower and lower. When she was a girl, she always fantasized that she could marry a hero. This hero was not only very martial, but also must be rich. She could be a hero's wife and a rich wife. She could buy whatever she wanted to buy. What. Later, he was sold to that large family, and his request became a concubine who wanted to become a concubine to be married by the Ming media. At that time, he also knew that it was absolutely impossible to do a formal house. After that, after marrying Wu Da, the requirements at that time further metamorphed into that Wu Da could be better for himself, at least ** to think about himself a little. When I heard that Haisha was coming to seek revenge, the only thought at that time was to avoid her and live in another place, even if there was no man. After arriving at the half-day castle, the request turned into just a little hope of freedom. Now, my greatest hope is to be able to stand up.

"Do you still want that thing at noon?" Mao Dan was stunned for a while before saying. His tone was full of uncertainty.

Pan Jinlian nodded vigorously. There were not many actions she could do, and she was the best at nodding. The hairy egg's words are full of **, and the normal conversation and walking** at noon is really too big.

"That won't work." Maodan shook his head and said helplessly, "In fact, you should also understand that that kind of thing is burning the rest of your life. Negotiations with the leader had to be carried out at noon, and anyway, when you finally fled, you couldn't be in your current state. You had to rely on that thing and hold on for a while. Now it seems that you can't get any medical treatment before you leave the half-day castle, so we must use it sparing, do you understand? Mao Dan's tone sounded like a loving father talking to his little daughter, which made her feel very warm.

However, if you don't use medicine, you can't say anything. Pan Jinlian opened her mouth several times and finally didn't have the strength to say it. There are some things that must be told to Mao Dan. For example, the waist card in his arms has not been given to him. In that position, he must be taken by himself. After all, it is the position of the chest. With the shrewd hairy egg, there will be any mistakes if the disguised clothes are not good. Moreover, how could Pan Jinlian allow a man to be casually** on his chest?

She shook her head vigorously. She hoped that Mao Dan could feel her anxiety. Pan Jinlian didn't want to wait silently for her ending.

Mao Dan looked at it for a while, and finally his expression changed, showing a compromise. I can't help it. Now your illness is too serious. You probably can't say more without medicine. Then use a little more. This time, you can only use half a quarter of an hour. I have to let you live for the next half a day. Mao Dan stopped here: "But I really can't guarantee that you can enjoy freedom alive." He said this and took out a small bottle from his waist. The bottle was dark all over. There was a honey wax lid at the mouth of the bottle. The hairy egg gently opened the lid, put the mouth of the bottle half a foot away from Pan Jinlian's nose, gently slapped the mouth of the bottle twice with his hand, and then quickly took off the bottle and closed the lid. Reinstalled on the waist.

Pan Jinlian is not unfamiliar with this series of movements of hairy eggs. He did the same at noon. Pan Jinlian breathed greedily. She hoped that the pungent smell would come soon. After the hairy egg was filled in the bottle, Pan Jinlian smelled the smell she had been waiting for for a long time. I can't tell what it feels, but it's definitely not a pleasant taste. It seems to be the fishy smell of fish, turtles, shrimp and crabs that have been rotten in the tank for decades. The smell directly hit Pan Jinlian's brain through her nose. After a few blinks, Pan Jinlian felt the smell in her mind. The embolus was opened, and her limbs slowly regained strength and intuition. She quickly turned over and sat up, twisting her already stiff neck.

The smell in her nostrils is dissipating little by little. Pan Jinlian understands that after the smell dissipates, she will lose this healthy feeling and lie in the dead grass again like a cripple.

"What can you smell?" Pan Jinlian is very interested in this. The effect of this thing is really good. Is it a medicine that can cure her disease, but it is hidden by hairy eggs. With this, she can control herself. Pan Jinlian doesn't know any medicine, but she thinks that since Maodan can even take out such a mysterious thing, he may You can cure yourself. So you must know what he smelled for himself.

"What can I do if I tell you? I know what you are thinking, but this thing really can't cure your illness. It's just moving your future time to use it now. How can something with such a good effect have no side effects? Normally, you will be in a better spirit every night, but tonight, you can't even speak. Don't you think about why? There was a sarcastic but uncut smile on his face.

"Is it because of the medicine smelled at noon?" Pan Jinlian suddenly realized that it was true that if it was normal, there was no problem to sit up alone when he was a little better at night, and even if he was strong, he could stagger to talk to others, but just now, he could only nod and shake his head, and it was difficult to move one of his fingers.

"Yes, you believe it now. I can also tell you that after you just smelled the medicine, you will be more tired tomorrow. However, the dosage just now is very small, which will only affect the morning. By the afternoon, your consciousness will almost recover. When Mao Dan said this, he looked cold, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

This made Pan Jinlian feel a little uncomfortable. She hoped that this man could give her a little warmth and comfort as she imagined, and support herself to survive with some gentle words and encouragement. But... why do you have a reason to ask for hairy eggs? In the eyes of Mao Dan, I'm just a man who has to face some alone. Pan Jinlian had some bitter thoughts.

"Don't look at me like that, as if I owe you anything." The hairy egg scratched his head. OK, OK, then I'll tell you what's in the porcelain bottle. In fact, you are completely superfluous. Even if you are not sick and in a healthy state, you can't make it independently. This thing is called 'antler wine'. It is to cut off the horns on the deer's head, then boil them in water until the antlers are boiled, and then boil three bowls of the boiled antlers into a bowl to filter out impurities and add a little of my special thing. I won't tell you about this thing. It just enhances the effect. What's more, you definitely don't have I have heard of it. Anyway, that's what it is. Although the effect is good, I can tell you clearly that it is poisonous. If a healthy person has nothing to smell, the toxin will soon deposit in his body and die in a few years.

"How can you, the little cook on the castle for half a day, understand this? These should be the only things that those alchemy Taoists have. Pan Jinlian stared at the hairy egg tightly. She wanted to use herself to know the truth as much as possible when she was awake. She also knew that there was not much time left.

"Pan Qi, I think you shouldn't ask more about some things, because you won't get the answer you want if you ask." Mao Dan smiled and said, "It's normal to occasionally have one or two antlers in a half-day castle. Let's make some of these pasta every day, not to mention the tonic ingredients? It's reasonable for me to boil the antlers, even if it's accidental. This statement is flawless. I think you should be satisfied, right?"

Pan Jinlian understands that this must not be true. But as Mao Dan said, the reason in front of her is completely justified, and she can't find any flaws to refute. She had to nod helplessly.

(There is a more popular name for antler wine, which is mainly composed of ammonium carbonate. Of course, it will also add some messy spices. The main ingredient that produces the taste is ammonia. If you still have an impression of the chemistry class in middle school, you should still have some impression of that taste.

This thing appeared more often in the Victorian era in Britain. It is a necessary prop for gentlemen to save "fainting" ladies. Of course, most of those ladies also pretend to be dizzy to maintain their petite image. It's similar to the girl who went out to eat with her boyfriend today.

The method of distilling with antlers is indeed true, and it is precisely because of the discovery of this method that smelling salt has become popular. It should be pointed out that similar things have rarely been used in Chinese history, because it is poisonous after all.

Similar things are still used in some industries.

The article slightly crosses the role of smelling salt, considering the problem of special additives for hairy eggs. Of course, the extent of exaggeration is not large, and I think it is still within the scope of the facts allow.)

"I'm done. Now it's time for you to say it. Have you got what I want?" Mao Dan put away the joking smile on his face and regained his true color.

"I got it." Pan Jinlian took out the waist card given by Huang Hu from her arms and handed it to the hairy egg. That's it, but it is said that it is a place on the mountain that is a little disgusted with the new army, and it is risky to use. Also, you can't leave the village with this waist card. Pan Jinlian said the last words. She doubted that Mao Dan wanted this waist card and was going to leave the castle alone for a long time. After all, with such a burden, it was far less easy as to escape alone.

"I believe that I can't go out." Mao Dan smiled and said, "However, the new army is a man from the village. No matter how dissatisfied he is, he dare not disrespect the person holding the new army's waist card, even if he is just a cook. It seems that your leader friend doesn't want us to act by ourselves without his hands. Mao Dan's last words are more like talking to himself.