Song Beiyun

I am a Hong Kong reader. In the early days of this book, many people misunderstood it as a novice novel, but in fact it was just the initial hesitation and escape of the protagonist when he traveled through time. It also allowed readers with different abilities to understand the different faces and compositions of this fictional ancient society. The protagonist is more rational and smarter than anyone else. He understands that time travelers are not omnipotent, that reforms in ancient imperial society will lead to rivers of blood, that one wrong step will implicate everyone around him, and that the butterfly effect caused by his intervention is terrifying. Therefore, he has been actively escaping, but at the same time, he passively conducts various small experiments, cooperates with the Xu family to make money, and is fully prepared for future possibilities. Until the chapter where he meets the Wise Chicken King, the protagonist finally begins to face the torrent of history, and the plot begins to slowly unfold, with the protagonist becoming the "big villain who changes the future." _ This book is excellent in terms of the overall situation, the arrangement of personnel and interests, the control of people's hearts, the cruelty of political struggle, the importance of intelligence, etc. From the relationship between kings and ministers, national diplomacy, to the relationship between family and lovers, and the involvement of different positions, the author has written each character's flesh-and-blood personality and the story they carry. The most rare thing is that after the main plot unfolds, the plot of each chapter is compact, the content adjustment and rhythm are just right, and the speed can be maintained at the same time. I did not feel tired or watery after reading hundreds of chapters at a time. - What impressed me the most was that the young people who had been buried by the social atmosphere were discovered and protected by the protagonist, and a place was provided for them to perform and conduct scientific research. For the sake of the entire civilization, these young people were willing to use their own bodies to conduct experiments with Zhao Xiang to fight against smallpox. The "Young China" in the plot moved me for a long time. Also, when the expedition returned, the two survivors brought new varieties of food to the Song Dynasty to overcome famine. However, due to the dangers of the expedition, they ate the dead team members to satisfy their hunger to complete the mission of saving the people. After receiving the honor and recognition from the court, these two people chose to commit suicide on the spot. This shocked and saddened me. - I am looking forward to the subsequent plots of fighting against the "Little Ice Age", economic war, and opening up the Silk Road. The protagonist and the emperor brag that the dream of landing in England and flying the white flag in France is difficult, but it is not impossible, but it will take many years according to the current development progress. - So what I want to say is that there are many archaeological discoveries buried in China and the West around the world, which are difficult to study and lost due to the destruction of time, such as the astronomical spar, the Greek fire-breathing weapon, the Viking's impurity-free forging, those astronomical and navigational instruments found in a sunken ship in an ancient country, and the lost glass that shows different colors of light. Glass... Etc., And some of these things still existed in the era when the protagonist traveled through, so maybe the author can use the archaeological discoveries and unsolved mysteries around the world today to enrich the civilization and technology of this world, and also give the protagonist more ways to speed up the progress of scientific research, and bring about exchanges and collisions between different civilizations, so that the future world view will be bigger and the goal will be higher. - After reading this chapter, many people are asking why this book is not popular. I also hope that more people will discover and appreciate this novel, but at the same time, I am afraid that many trolls will ruin this novel. And I haven't tried to find such a good book in a book shortage for a long time. I don't have a monthly subscription, but I hope this spur-of-the-moment message can make more people understand this book and let more people pick it up and read it. (It's about the same speed as Da Feng's Watcher and The Crown Prince is Fierce. There are many dialogues between men and women that female readers also find interesting.) - This is the first book I've read by this author. The writing is very good, not too deep and tiring to read, nor too depressing and confusing. After each incident, the dialogue and plot will soon let the reader understand and understand the "why". I don't know if this novel will be like "Sword of Dawn" in the later period, which will be about the struggle and greatness of civilization. I hope this book can continue to be written and will not be finished hastily. I hope the author will pay attention to his health. Come on, author. 🌹👍🎁

Actually, I quite like it when the witty words come out, because that's how the protagonist is not lonely. Some people always want to travel through time or something, show their talents in that era, and want to be the leader. But what I think about more is loneliness. There is no one who can understand you, even if it's just a toy. No one picks up on the funny jokes. As time goes by, the loneliness will become more and more serious. Even if you have a charming personality and many friends, you still cannot fully integrate into that era. Your extra memories are the source of your wealth creation and the root of your incompatibility with that era. When I was reading Jie Yu 2's novel, the protagonist in his novel was surrounded by an animal he met when he first came to that era. He pinned all his modern feelings on this animal, and his heart longed to return, no matter how earth-shattering achievements he had in that era. However, he still does not belong to that era, so whenever the animals around the protagonist die, the protagonist will be heartbroken because he knows that he can never go back, and he "gives up". At that time, he finally belongs to that era, not because he doesn't want to, but because he has no choice. Returning to this novel, I think the most colorful thing should be the author's witty words. For animals, after all, no one has color, and animals still have no spirituality. Whenever the protagonist starts to do something, there will be someone who can immediately understand what it means. The protagonist's sense of belonging to this era should have some witty words. They both express their hometown feelings for each other. Hopefully the author-protagonist will take kindly to the wise words.

I read the comments before reading the book, and I realized that any die-hard fan would be awesome if he opened so many trumpets. I would like to buy one for a dollar to play with. A lot of people who commented have registered accounts for thousands of days. When they clicked on the information, there were only a few comments on this book and a few on this chapter. If you like to talk so much, why are you mute in other books? Basically, I subscribed to this book as a reward. The art of shadow clone is really fun

When I get older, when I think back to the absurdity of the past, it is still the wicker that reflects the morning sun, sweet and tender. "After you left, I truly understood the fragrance of love. For ten years, life and death were confused, clashing day by day, and collision every night." This is probably what Song Beiyun would say when Jin Ling'er passed away in my heart. She is the most gentle and tolerant character in my feelings, and also my favorite female character. Seeing her leaving, I suddenly closed the book and couldn't bear to end the story. The story of Song Beiyun is over, and I seem to be stuck in it again, just like when I first read Siyuan and Ajian. Come on, I feel like I need to adjust before reading a new book. Song Beiyun's writing is quite good. It can be seen that he has worked hard to accumulate his writing style and his thoughts on time travel in the previous books, as well as his efforts to constantly absorb new ideas. The part about Chang'an in the middle period made me dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, but it also had a completely different breakthrough in the development of the world line. It was full of emotions and tears, and was full of touching. The end of the last dozens of chapters is full of Tongzi's sense of mid-life crisis. I want to say a few more words, but I really can't help much. I can only sit here and read the book, think about it, and chat, just like Yan Shu and Song Beiyun sitting and stopping by the lime pool. You and I are both mortal, born between heaven and earth. In the next book, I hope to see you who are not confused. Come on.

When I saw the protagonist going on a mission to the Liao Kingdom, I couldn't stand it anymore. There were too many descriptions of women. I was tired of it. The technological crushing appeared only halfway through the movie, and it only hit those two times. It was not that satisfying. Women are women every day. Just that plot is used repeatedly. If there is no woman around the protagonist, why can't he write? In the previous part, the main character wandered around slickly, and it was good to focus on technology and collect some harems. Halfway through, it was time to start exerting force. Women are still short in the women's field every day, but what about technology? What about gaming? If you don't have a game, you can just crush it and feel happy. I just interact with those women every day. I can't watch anymore. I have no idea what the protagonist is doing. I regret booking all of them.

To the little shepherd boy: All the votes I have here are for you (there are only a few for my low level). Although you are not the best among the authors I follow, you have the most books in my bookshelf. Although some books are pirated for some reasons, there are no reorders (ashamed). But I really like your style. From Yang Yun's naivety to the crippled Zhijian and Toriko's broken mouth, as well as various vivid characters such as Hammer, these are the biggest motivations for me to pursue your books. Although in terms of novels, I think the storytelling of your book is not that good (the plot is often messed up here and there.), The characters are really vivid. Come on, I wish you better and better, and take care of yourself.

You think, if one day Song Beiyun said to Xiaoyu: I want to be the emperor. Did Xiaoyu secretly execute Zhao Xing?

Hey, how is my Master Sword Immortal doing? Is it also a harem line?

What is the name of the book I recommended that is full of big sisters? I can't find it.

Hey, I just read Chapter 9, and I don't know what the rest of it will be like. Anyway, the plot of these nine chapters is really good, and the writing is good, especially in terms of the relationship between the male and female protagonists. Based on my personal character, I almost exploded on the spot. Song Beiyun was saved by Ah Qiao when he was 7 years old, and he grew up with her. It is understandable that he likes other people, but I don't know what you think. If she is the woman you like, are you really free to beat and scold her? It's not like you can be beaten or scolded at will. Is it true that you can't have any temper at all? The ancients thought that all things were of inferior quality, except reading. But we readers are modern people. Although studying is still very important now, we don't take it so seriously. After all, they all joke about how it is better to get a good pregnancy. What's more, the male protagonist traveled to the past. After all, he was born in 985 and 211. He can make a lot of money just by doing anything. I feel that it is very annoying to be urged to study all the time. I personally can't look down on this kind of woman, and I won't look down on you if I meet anyone. In my high school liberal arts class, there are so many beautiful girls in the class who like to chatter and make trouble, but I don't care about them. Either I am straight or you are innocent and you make me unhappy, so I don't want to care about you, no matter whether you are a boy or a girl. Are those current licking dogs really without any backbone? Are you really that greedy? There are some people I met in college who call girls, girls, girls every day, and ask for girls even when playing games. Are they really convinced? Is it true that if you lick the dog to the end, you really have everything? Moreover, isn't it possible for the male protagonist to practice martial arts or something like that? Do you have to be a weak scholar? Of course, I didn't look at the back part, so I don't know what's going on behind it.

I'm a fan of old books. I've been chasing Mu Tong's books since the beginning of Sword Immortal, so I can only read pirated copies because of my financial constraints. But Mu Tong's books are really good. This year's Song Beiyun is a masterpiece. Personally, I think it can be adapted into a script. However, there are many retarded people who make comments on individual forums to belittle Mu Tong and slander Mu Tong. It really pisses me off. I won't say too many here. I hope Mu Tong doesn't care about those retarded people and stick with it.

I'm not going to read it anymore, I'm just saving it and will come back to it when I have more written in it. Recommendation votes will continue every day, and I will be notified every time a bucket breaks out!

The author's VIP group account is for Qiuli Cream

A very refined and elegant historical novel, even if you drive a car, you can be very sneaky 😏😏😏

I just finished reading Guide to Surviving Earth, and I'm here again. I've also updated two more 👍👍👍👍

Like a dream, sleeping under the cherry blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River in spring The wind in the south of the Yangtze River is soft in April, and the cherry blossoms and snow fall all over the steps. The jade pillow lazily rests on the temples, and the fragrant blanket half covers the face. Quietly tired, lightly tired, I wake up from my dream and am covered with fallen flowers.

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Reading suggestions for newcomers: The author is a reading companion of a little shepherd boy. On the poisonous novel app, his name is the companion reading of an old shepherd boy. Book friends call him Cask. Since the novels written by Cask are all related to each other, he jokingly calls Cask the creator of the "Cask Universe". Barrel Universe: "Earth Survival Guide" is the prequel, "Special Incident Task Force" is the main story following the Survival Guide, "Odd Savior", "Monster Manager" and "My Sword Master" are a trilogy with coherent plots. "The Ruffian Saint" and "The Tiger Teacher" are works with independent plots in the Tub Universe. The new book "Marin's Age of Steel" (toxic novel), and now has been linked to "Earth Survival Guide". The new book "Song Beiyun" (Qidian Novel) is an independent work (thanks to Mr. Bucket for his personal correction). "My Demon is Amazing" (poisonous novel) is an independent work, eunuch. "Guardian of Flame" is an independent work, unfinished, and now it is difficult to find traces (thanks for the reminder in the comment area)

I really can't figure out what the plot point of Fo Bao Nu is. Is it a bad idea? Is the peaceful evolution of the Liao Kingdom really better than the transformation of the war? If the inherent class is not broken, there is no way to escape from the dynastic cycle. The Song Dynasty has begun to establish a constitutional monarchy. Different ideologies will have to be fought sooner or later. When the technology tree reaches the first war, the Song Dynasty industrial system comes out. A modern army with faith and equipment can crush the feudal dynasty with firepower. In theory, if the logistics are sufficient, you can fight to the Seine River. I really can't figure out why you are so fond of the Fobaonu and why you must have peaceful evolution. It is too inconsistent.

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From Li Guo to Gu Tao and then to Monkey King, Song Beiyun has finished raising Gu Tao and now he still can't escape the follow-up update Come on, Bucket, I will support you with the next official version 😡

I don't know if the readership will be deleted, give it a try

Let me remind you that all the dishes in this book can be made at home. No matter how busy you are at work, don't forget to eat well.

I made a picture for the boss,

Don't subscribe to this book when the plot is in the middle and later stages, it's not interesting.

Today is a special day, May 20th. Taking this opportunity, I want to say to you: Baby, I declare you. How should I put it, in the past two years of joining the group, we have gone through a lot of ups and downs, including right and wrong. But no matter what it is, you silently support me and protect me. Slowly, you walked quietly into my heart from a passerby; slowly, I was filled with joy when I saw you, but I missed you like crazy. From the excitement at the beginning of the fight, to the feeling of loss when the chat was silent; from the ambiguity of watching people eating melons, to the helpless hesitation of leaving after the show. I only hope that your warm and reliable chest will accompany me on the road ahead. Yuyu, I declare you, clumsy and enthusiastic. Fish, I declare to you that thoughts are short but love is long. The last one: Yuyukou me.

I am also a person with a brand, so everyone should be respectful when speaking 😆

Beiyun Yi Geng is fine, but Marin has to express his feelings, right? 😫

There is a village two hours' drive from Nanjing called Xiaolianzhuang. It is sparsely populated with dozens of households. The most eye-catching thing is the courtyard composed of eight large tile-roofed houses slightly higher in the center. Just after the rainy season, it was dawn, and there were a few small spots scattered outside the quiet village. These were tenants farming on the edges of the fields, and most of them were employed by the landlords in the village. What broke the tranquility was the crisp sound of horse hooves. It was not urgent, but it was extremely powerful when stepping into the muddy water on the roadside. The "squeak" sound of the carriage's mortises and the falling wood paint indicated that the carriage had been there for many years. Despite this, the landowner is the only one who can use the carriage in this village. Sitting outside the car was the servant driving the carriage, driving the carriage slowly. The car was simple, with two people sitting there. Suddenly, a clear voice said softly: "Aunt Hong, why don't you bring Brother Yusheng with you?" The speaker was a six-year-old girl, wearing plain clothes, with a delicate appearance, and her deep black eyes shining with innocence. The one on the right is a woman's family. Although the clothes are not gorgeous, they are still silk and satin, clean and tidy, and slightly rich. She is the hostess of the village, Aunt Hong. "Brother Yusheng wants to study hard at home, so I won't take him to the market this time." The girl is the daughter of a carpenter in the village, named Qiaoqiao, but her father is not a good person. Her mother ran away with someone else, and her father didn't care. Now she is working as a maid with the hostess. Qiaoqiao is very happy, because there are not many opportunities to go to the city to go to the market. For the boring rural areas in this era, things in the city will definitely interest the children who are naturally playful. "Brother Yusheng is really at a big loss this time." Aunt Hong chuckled, but didn't say anything. The carriage drove slowly. It was already dawn, and there were more and more pedestrians on the roadside. When they got to the city, they had to queue up to enter the city. In a side alley in the city, there has been a lot of rain recently, and the ground is damp. From time to time, a mouse or two ran past the ditch next to it. In the innermost part, there was a huddled figure, not big, only six or seven years old, with a haggard face and a thin body. Suddenly, Song Beiyun's crouched body moved. Before Song Beiyun opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was coldness, and then he smelled a musty smell. He slowly opened his eyes, but felt that he couldn't move even though he wanted to move. My mind is very confused, and I still haven't figured out what's going on. I look at the bricks on the road and the mice that run by from time to time, and my eyes are confused. After a long time, Song Beiyun's eyes regained clarity and he struggled to get up. Maybe he had rested for a while. Although it took some effort, he still managed to stand up. Looking at the torn linen clothes on his body, feeling the discomfort of his dirty hair, and looking at the surrounding buildings, Song Beiyun understood that he might have traveled through time, and that he was in a very bad situation. Extreme hunger reminded Song Beiyun all the time. He had no choice but to drag his malnourished body slowly out of the alley. Outside the alley is a wide street, with bustling crowds passing by. From time to time there are cries of hawking and people coming in and out. In this era, it is already very lively. Looking for the smell in the air, Song Beiyun walked to a steamed bun shop for an unknown amount of time. However, he was penniless and couldn't help but be in trouble. When the waiter selling steamed buns saw Song Beiyun walking over, he waved a broom at him like a plague god. Song Beiyun subconsciously leaned to the side, hesitated, and whispered to the waiter: "You let me eat, and I will help you make a lot of money. I promise not to lie to you." It may be the first time to speak with this body, and it is a bit unfamiliar. After hearing this, the waiter looked at Song Beiyun in confusion. Song Beiyun repeated what he had just said, and continued: "I know a lot, I understand everything, I can read, read, write, arithmetic, physics and chemistry. If you don't believe me, I will show you." Now he was almost starving and couldn't care so much. He said everything that should be said and shouldn't be said. His saliva splashed out as he spoke. Maybe he was very hungry and secreted too much saliva due to the smell of steamed buns. The waiter still looked at Song Beiyun with a strange look on his face and said a lot of words. Song Beiyun was confused and couldn't understand what he said. He suddenly remembered that the language of this unknown dynasty was completely different from the Mandarin pronunciation he knew. This is so difficult for Song Beiyun. He has not inherited the original knowledge of this body and cannot even communicate. Song Beiyun looked around in panic, trying to find a writing tool, but where was it? , And the waiter in this kind of store may not be literate yet. The waiter in the shop, perhaps feeling sorry for Song Beiyun, took out a piece of dead dough from under the table, threw it to Song Beiyun, and pointed to an alley on the street. Song Beiyun quickly caught the small ball of dough that had been there for who knows how long, and walked slowly towards the alley, putting the dough into his mouth as he walked. But as soon as it was put into his mouth, it felt hard at first, and he had to chew it hard. It was a bit bitter. Song Beiyun, who had never eaten such a thing before, subconsciously vomited it out. It's not that Song Beiyun's taste is so tricky. The slightly moldy noodles are just like the old man eating daddy. His body instinctively drives him to vomit, sighs, and throws the remaining dough to the ground. Song Beiyun came to the small alley pointed by the waiter. The alley was not a dead end. There were streets on both sides. There were more than ten figures sitting or lying in the alley. They were all beggars with yellow faces and thin skin and tattered clothes. Most of them were holding grains and straw under their bodies. Song Beiyun found a place to sit against the wall and sighed, "Am I going to starve to death just after time travel? What a shame for a time traveler." After saying this, he closed his eyes. Maybe he was too tired and fell asleep again. At the end of the day, Qiaoqiao and Aunt Hong, who were attending the evening market, had just come out of the temple after offering incense. They planned to buy some buns to give to the beggars on the roadside, do some good deeds, and accumulate some merit for Yusheng, so that he can gain fame in the future. Taking a carriage to a shop, Qiaoqiao chatted with Aunt Hong, bought dozens of steamed buns, packed them up, and walked to an alley not far away. This alley is full of beggars all year round. Such gatherings of beggars can be seen everywhere in the city. There are often some wealthy families giving porridge to these good deeds. Qiaoqiao held the steamed buns and distributed them one by one. The bustling sound woke up Song Beiyun. He suddenly looked at the steamed buns handed to him, subconsciously took them in his hands, and then gnawed them while holding them. Suddenly it felt like a ray of light had been injected into the darkness, and delicious steamed buns were eaten under extreme hunger. Song Beiyun had never experienced this feeling in his previous life, but now Song Beiyun felt like he had seen something called hope. This is what people eat. Although the taste is incomparable with the steamed buns made by adding soda and refined flour in later generations. I looked up and saw a six or seven-year-old girl holding a few steamed buns in her hands. After she finished speaking, Song Beiyun continued to distribute them to the people next to her. Song Beiyun hadn't taken two bites when he suddenly heard a low cry. Song Beiyun looked around and saw a stray wild dog coming out from the other side of the alley. He probably came because of the smell of food, or these stray dogs knew that people often distributed food in this place. The hungry wild dog grinned, revealing its sharp teeth, and saliva dripped on the ground from time to time. It probably felt that Song Beiyun was the smallest and the easiest prey to attack. The wild dog slowly and tentatively walked towards Song Beiyun. Although other beggars also discovered the dog, it seemed that no one was willing to meddle in its own business. The weak Song Beiyun looked at the approaching wild dog and did not even have the strength to escape. With a crash, a rotten brick hit the wild dog's feet. The wild dog was frightened, groaned twice, and ran away with its tail between its legs. Song Beiyun discovered that the girl who gave him the steamed buns was standing not far away, making fierce expressions and driving movements. She must have smashed the bricks just now. The girl walked towards him again. Although he couldn't understand what she said, it should be words of comfort to him. Then she stood up and planned to leave. Song Beiyun panicked when he saw this, and subconsciously pulled the girl's hand. The girl was a little helpless, struggled a few times to no avail, and then said something to Song Beiyun. Song Beiyun had a headache. It was really troublesome not to be able to communicate. She suddenly remembered the words, searched around with her eyes, and picked up a small stone. The stone bricks that had just rained were scratched with stones, and there were obvious marks. Song Beiyun wrote in words: "I am living here, and I can read and write, and have many other things. Can you take me away?" A girl like Qiaoqiao was originally illiterate, but because of Yu Sheng, she could read a few words, and only a few. She couldn't read all the words Song Beiyun wrote. She thought for a moment, broke away from Song Beiyun's hand and ran out. Seeing that the girl had left, Song Beiyun lowered his head in disappointment and thought, wasn't the literacy rate low in ancient times? If you can write, can you make a living? It seems to be a lie. There were footsteps again beside Song Beiyun, and he saw that the girl was leaving and returning, and there was a woman next to him who might be his mother. The girl must have said something to her mother. The woman dressed as a married woman looked at the writing at Song Beiyun's feet. After looking at it for a while, she picked up the pebbles next to her and wrote "Where did you come from, why did you know how to read, and why are you still living here, and why do you lack strokes and strokes in your writing?" Song Beiyun recognized the words she wrote. Although some of the words she wrote were slightly different from modern traditional Chinese characters, most of them were similar to traditional Chinese characters. Song Beiyun had no choice but to rewrite traditional Chinese. Although he could not write all characters in traditional Chinese, at least he could write in traditional Chinese as much as possible. After thinking about it for a while, he wrote back: "I have forgotten where I came from. Literacy was taught by others. I also know many other skills. Take them away and I promise to let you No regrets" The woman read the words written by Song Beiyun, and then looked at Song Beiyun. The malnourished body was very thin, but the skinny face had a pair of firm and deep eyes. The girl next to her suddenly said a few words. The woman smiled and nodded in agreement. The girl hurriedly ran to the carriage and said a few words to the servant before getting on the carriage. The woman also got on the carriage. The servant walked towards Song Beiyun, helped him to lean against the outside of the carriage door, and carried the carriage out of the city. Seeing that he finally no longer had to starve to death outside, Song Beiyun ate steamed buns again. He felt a little relaxed and fell asleep in a daze. In the carriage, Qiaoqiao coquettishly said, "Aunt Hong is so kind." Aunt Hong said with a smile, "Look at him, he is pathetic, and he is literate at such a young age, and he is about the same age as Yusheng. He is really useless when he takes him back, so he can be a book boy for Yusheng." When Aunt Hong got out of the car, she said to Qiaoqiao: "It's probably because of the cold. Qiaoqiao, go find the old miracle doctor." She then told the coachman, "Take him back to the yard first." During this period, the relationship with Qiaoqiao also became very good. The three of them often played together in the mountains. After all, they were still children and had a lot of fun. Earn seeds are coming, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. I don't know why, but the weather is extremely hot today. I don't know, I thought it was the heat. Qiaoqiao and Song Beiyun had just come back from outside. When they passed by Tiankan, they found someone suddenly fainted in the field. Song Beiyun and Qiaoqiao ran over quickly, and several people working nearby noticed that they also gathered around. Song Beiyun walked over and found that the man was pale and sweaty on his forehead. Thinking about the weather and the long hours of work, it was not difficult to guess that he was suffering from heatstroke, so he hurried over to pinch Renzhong. "Who has reached the water? Qiaoqiao, go and borrow some salt from someone nearby." Qiaoqiao listened without asking, ran to someone nearby and borrowed some salt, and returned soon. Song Beiyun slowly mixed the salt with water and fed it to the old man suffering from heatstroke, then put it on the ground to let him have a good rest. He should be fine soon. After a while, two people suddenly rushed over. One of them was dressed as a farmer, and the other had a steamed bun with white beard and white hair. He was carrying a wooden box, but his steps were strong and vigorous, not at all like an old man of this era. Everyone hurriedly greeted "the old miracle doctor is here..." And stepped aside to let the old miracle doctor come in. The old man knelt down and felt his pulse, and said: "It's summer fever, but it should be relieved, and it's not a serious problem." At this time, Qiaoqiao said: "We gave him salt water, is everything okay?" The old man smiled: "This summer heat disease The disease is mild, and although it will not be life-threatening immediately, it will become difficult to tell after a long time. What is the reason for adding salt? " "I didn't add it, it was Song Beiyun who asked me to add it." She was so upright that she sold Song Beiyun immediately. The old man then looked at Song Beiyun, "Are you the one my wife brought back some time ago?" "You were cold at that time, and he was the one who healed you," Qiaoqiao said to Song Beiyun. "Uh... Yeah" he paused and said, "I'm suffering from heat stroke. I've lost water and salt in my body. Isn't it common sense to replenish water and salt?" "Is it common sense?" The old man nodded and said to the people around him, "Since everything is okay, I will go back first." After giving Song Beiyun a deep look, the old man left. Another month later, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. On this day, Song Beiyun suddenly ran to the yard and walked outside with the clothes he was doing laundry. "Hey, hey, hey, Song Beiyun, what are you doing? Let go." "Don't ask, just follow me. I'll show you something good." Song Beiyun turned around and smiled at Qiaoqiao. Took Qiaoqiao to a bamboo forest, where there was a small tent covered with thatch. Song Beiyun asked Qiaoqiao to wait outside. After tinkering in the tent for a while, she came out with a bowl. "Bingbing is cool, sweet shaved ice, give it to my beautiful Qiaoqiao" Qiaoqiao looked at Song Beiyun's bowl, exuding a hint of coolness. It was filled with broken ice slag and light yellow liquid, smelling a faint floral fragrance. Qiaoqiao quickly took a bite, and immediately gritted her teeth and frowned. This was a symptom of suddenly eating too much ice. Song Beiyun quickly told Qiaoqiao to eat slowly. "It also has honey added. Brother Beiyun, you are so awesome." This girl is now Brother Beiyun. She usually calls him by his first name. "Just like it, I'll make you a thick popsicle later, and I'll watch you eat my popsicle," Song Beiyun said with a smile. Qiaoqiao didn't understand and asked curiously, "What is a popsicle? Is it more delicious than this one? By the way, where did you get the ice?" Qiaoqiao was very curious. Song Beiyun pulled Qiaoqiao closer to the hay shed and demonstrated to him the process of making ice. This was the saltpeter Song Beiyun had finally obtained this month. Although it was a little troublesome, the finished product was still good. Qiaoqiao was surprised, "Song Beiyun didn't expect you to know a lot." "It's necessary, and it doesn't matter who I am, I am a man who wants to conquer this world." "Strategy?" This was the first time Qiaoqiao heard this word. At this time, an old man walked in outside, "I asked who is doing these things here, it turns out to be you." Then he suddenly said seriously to Song Beiyun, "Song Beiyun, are you willing to study medicine?" .....

Reading the table of contents seems like a master's style, but the author is not yet a master. Is it okay to be so perfunctory? Why not make a table of contents seriously?