After discussing with Huangfu Song, the potter said goodbye to his mentor in the art of war, and walked towards his tent while thinking about the conversation of the right talent.

The Baibo army was stationed in the Baibo Valley of the West River, that is, in the territory of Bingzhou, and from Luoyang to the north, it had to pass through Hanoi County, and Wang Kuang, the Taishou of Hebei, was a die-hard supporter of Yuan Shao, and when he first attacked Dong Zhuo, the two of them were stationed together in Hanoi.

The potter's heart played Wang Kuang's little ninety-nine...... Perhaps, many matters such as the logistics and supply of the crusade against the Yellow Turban have to fall on Wang Kuang's brain...... And those who are qualified to order Wang Kuang to help him do this, only Yuan Shao can do it at the moment.

But how to solve the problem of insufficient soldiers and horses?

There are only 10,000 soldiers and horses under his command, but the Baibo army has 150,000 or 60,000 people, even if these more than 100,000 people are fishing in troubled waters and have fewer elites, but the number is really there, and a good tiger can't stand a group of wolves...... If his 10,000 people fought against the White Polish Army on a single line, they would be trampled to death.

In fact, the potter fell into a misunderstanding at this time, he habitually used numbers as a horizontal comparison of strength and weakness, but after trying his best, he will find that his opponent is sometimes not as terrible as he imagined.

Just when the potter's mind was still running rapidly, he saw Mi Fang running over to him in a hurry, panting as he ran.

"Huh? What's the matter, why are you running in such a hurry? The potter looked at Mi Fang strangely.

Mi Fang smiled, rubbed her hands and said, "You're back, there are two pieces of news to tell you, one good and one bad, do you want to hear that first?" ”

The potter rolled his eyes and said, "You are a person, sometimes you may not even be able to distinguish between good and bad things...... Tell the good things first. ”

Mi Fang touched her nose and said hesitantly: "That general Dong Zhuojun named Xu Rong has been in a coma for so many days, and finally woke up!" Hey, but it's enough to toss those medical officers in our army. ”

The potter's face showed joy: "This is really good news, so his life is in danger?" ”

Mi Fang nodded vigorously: "The medical officer said that his life was saved, as long as Xu Rong turned around and did not harm his body, there should be no problem...... It's really thanks to your good prescription, Childe. ”

When the potter heard this, he felt very relieved in his heart, and he did not waste his efforts to recall the prescriptions of "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions" and Guizhi Tang, but he never thought that these medical officers were really long-faced.

"And what's the bad news?" The potter asked Mi Fang curiously.

Mi Fang's old face suddenly pulled: "The bad news is that Xu Rong is harming his body." ”

The potter couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, and said, "What did he do?" Chop your hands or stomp your feet? Could it be that he committed suicide by seppuku? ”

Mi Fang shook her head and said, "That's not the ...... The problem is that when this guy opened his eyes, he knew that he was in the enemy camp, and he was blind and disfigured in one eye, and his will was quite depressed, and he was silent and did not eat or drink, as if he had the idea of dying. ”

The potter laughed a few times and shook his head helplessly.

If you really want to commit suicide, what is the way to cut your veins and wipe your neck? Even if you don't have a weapon in your hand to commit murder, there is still a way to bite your tongue and kill yourself...... Do you have to starve yourself to death by starving yourself to death on a hunger strike?

Not to mention the crime, and the odds of failure are too high, right? …… It's clear that I still don't want to die.

If you don't want to die, it means that there is still a way to get it...... I'm afraid that he will be bent on death, and he won't even give himself a chance.

"Take me over to see, he is in a lonely mood now, he was originally a generation of famous generals, and he became disabled, and it is normal for him to be a little unable to think about it, and he will be enlightened by me."

Mi Fang immediately led the way and led the potter to the tent where Xu Rong was resting.

Xu Rong was lying on the bed, his right eye was still tightly wrapped in a white cloth, his face was sallow, his cheeks were sunken, extremely thin, and the remaining left eye was staring at the top of the tent in a dull manner, his eyes were straight and lonely.

The military doctor standing next to him was holding a bowl of rice porridge in his hand and was looking at him helplessly...... No matter how much you persuade you to eat, the gods will not be able to save it.

Seeing the potter and Mi Fang coming in, the military doctor was at a loss with the bowl and didn't know how to salute.

The potter shook his head, signaling that it was okay, and reached out to take the bowl of rice porridge from the military doctor's hand, and came to Xu Rong, looking down and quietly observing his disfigured half of his cheeks.

"If you don't eat, you want to go on a hunger strike?" The potter asked.

Xu Rong squinted at the potter, and said slowly: "You are the one who saved me?" ”

The potter showed a warm smile and said, "Down here is the potter, the eldest son of Xuzhou Thorn Shi, the general guessed well, the person who saved you is me." ”

Xu Rong's one-eyed frowned, and said hoarsely in a low voice, "Why did you want to save me?" What else can I save from being like this? It's better to be dead! ”

The potter can somewhat understand Xu Rong's current mood, he lost his eyes, his appearance was ruined, and he became a disabled person, and the iron-beaten man couldn't accept it psychologically for a while.

The potter shook his head lightly and persuaded: "The general is too extreme, one eye is missing, but you still have one left, and your face is ruined, but a manly man, why do you need such a beautiful face?" The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years...... Isn't it better to be alive than anything else? ”

Speaking of this, the potter turned his head to look inside the tent, and a bronze mirror facing him on the table not far away, on which his handsome face was vaguely reflected.

That's the way it goes...... But it's still quite eye-catching to have a good look, at least it's comfortable to get up and look in the mirror every morning.

Xu Rong stared at him with one eye, noncommittal.

The potter uses a spoon to pour porridge out of the bowl and puts it under his lips to gently blow the hot air.

Xu Rong watched the potter's movements, and said slowly: "Don't waste your efforts, I won't eat ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the potter smile and show a mouthful of small white teeth: "You think too much, I didn't tell you to eat." ”

The potter shoved the porridge from the spoon directly into his mouth.

The corners of Xu Rong's mouth twitched involuntarily, I don't know if it was because his eyes hurt or he was angry.

In front of Xu Rong, the potter slowly blew the porridge in his mouth, and put it into his mouth one after another.

Xu Rong's only remaining eye glared at him fiercely.

Half an hour later......

"Tao Gongzi ......" Xu Rong said hoarsely, "Can you not be in front of me...... Eat! ”

The potter smiled and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It's delicious...... You don't want to taste it? ”

After saying that, he handed the spoon to Xu Rong's mouth, and the fragrance of rice porridge drifted into Xu Rong's nostrils with the heat, and the potter saw Xu Rong's Adam's apple roll in an instant, and his face showed a trace of longing, but it disappeared in an instant.

The potter understood that this man was really greedy.

The wound on his eyes is not healed now, and he has just come out of the danger period, so he needs nutrients and energy all over his body, how can he not be hungry?

What supports him is still holding his mouth is nothing more than the so-called dignity...... Everyone will have dignity, but it should not be shown at such a time, not to mention that the potter did not deprive Xu Rong of his dignity.

"Eat, eat to have the strength to talk about something else." The potter mouthed Nunu at the spoonful of porridge Nunu.

Xu Rong took a deep breath and said, "Xu doesn't eat the food that comes from him." ”

Behind the potter, Mi Fang couldn't help but be angry when she heard this: "You are so rude!" Do you know how much effort my eldest son wasted to save you? Sun Ce wants to kill you for his father Sun Jianxue's shame! Hiding you Yuan Shao and almost finding trouble with my son-in-law, my son-in-law finally ......"

The potter suddenly turned his head, his face was slightly unhappy, and he shook his head at Mi Fang: "Brother Mi, don't say what you shouldn't say." ”

Mi Fang swallowed the words back into her stomach angrily.

The potter sighed, sat on the edge of Xu Rong's bed, and said thoughtfully: "In the Book of Rites, Qian Ao called out to the hungry people, saying 'Wow!'" Come to eat!', the hungry people don't eat, they come to eat, Qian Ao apologizes, and the hungry people die without eating. When Zeng Zi heard it, he said, 'Its thanks, edible'. ”

Xu Rong looked at the potter in confusion: "What are you talking to Xu about this?" ”

The potter raised his eyebrows and persuaded Xu Rongdao: "Since Zeng Zi has said, 'Thank you, you can eat', then you see that I am polite to you, and you can't eat some of this meal, right?" ”

Xu Rong was dumbfounded when he heard this, and grinned after a while, as if the potter was amused.

"Tao Gongzi, you are clearly sophistry, Xu Mou didn't mean that."

The potter smiled and said, "Then what does Your Excellency mean?" ”

Xu Rongchang sighed, shook his head and said: "Your Excellency and Xu are in the opposite camp, Xu is not greedy for life and afraid of death, after eating your meal, wouldn't he be the one who betrayed the Lord and defected to the enemy?" ”