[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Chapter 36 Can Drink 1 Cup None

But when Bai Mi stared carefully, Guo Jia had returned to his usual appearance, with a loose and casual demeanor, as if the strange gentleman just before was just his illusion.

Perhaps it was because he had been watching for a long time, which caused Guo Jia to turn his gaze, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Bai Mi Duo stared twice, making sure that only the breeze, bright moon, and bright clouds were imprinted in those dark eyes, and asked cautiously, "Sir, are you in a bad mood?"

"It's not good, but it's not bad either. If Brother Bai can ask Yuan Diyun to give Jia a jar of wine, Jia will definitely be happy."

Bai Mi said helplessly: "I'm afraid that Mr. Bai has drunk too much, and he doesn't know where to lie down on the spot, even if someone looks for it, he won't be able to find it."

Although complaining in his mouth, Bai Mi still went to the residence of "Mr. Yuan" with the heavy blue cloth bag.

When Cui Song heard about Baimi's intention, he was silent for a long while: "Where did you get the delicacies from the Immortal Banquet, it's just a cup of widow water."

Bai Mi was a little skeptical, but she was a little disappointed when she saw that Cui Song didn't look like a liar.He took out the cloth bag entrusted by Guo Jia from his arms, and handed it to Cui Song.

Cui Song took it, puzzled.

"Sir asked me to exchange this thing for a jar of wine with Mr. Yuan."

As soon as Cui Song heard the word "wine", Cui Song had a feeling of "as expected" while losing his voice.Thinking of Guo Jia's wild and unrestrained drinking, he felt a little pain in his liver: "Brother Guo wants to drink again?"

Even if Guo Jia's body is covered with alcohol dehydrogenase (a substance that metabolizes alcohol), it's not enough for him to drink fast, right?

Cui Song really wanted to say no.However, when he hadn't seen Guo Jia's drinking capacity earlier, he had promised to give all the wine to the other party, and although he and Guo Jia had hit each other, they had known each other not long ago, so it was not good to interfere in private affairs, so he had no choice but to press no , opened the blue cloth bag, and took out the contents inside.

A wooden tablet and a silk book.

What did Guo Jia do for him?

Cui Song unfolded the silk book, only to see the flying characters on it, which recorded a prose similar to travel notes.The article is well versed in the way of storytelling, the words are witty and vivid, the plot is wonderful and fascinating, it whets Cui Song's appetite, as if returning to the days when the college entrance examination ended at the beginning of the summer vacation.

He read the entire article in one go, and saw Guo Jia's signature at the end of the article.

Cui Song: ...

Followed by a line of small characters -

But Mr. Bo smiled, can you have a drink?

……

Guo Da jokes are very good at playing, right?

Cui Song stuffed the silk book back into the cloth bag and opened the wooden tablet.

On the wooden tablets are the same handwriting, which describes the living habits and characteristics of the major foreign tribes inside and outside the Guan.

He read it carefully, put away two things, and welcomed Baimi into the house.

He found a palm-sized wine bottle and filled it with a wine spoon.

Then dipped his fingers in ink, and left the same five characters on the bamboo board——

Can you drink a cup?

Bai Mi took the wine bottle and the bamboo board back to the business.

When Guo Jia saw the reply, he put the wine bottle on the desk, picked up his pen and went to the yard, leaning against the big stone platform to practice calligraphy.

A few days later, Bai Mi came to find Cui Song, with an unbelievable horror on his face: "Mr. didn't even drink that jar of wine."

Cui Song was also very surprised: "Did you really not drink?"

After further questioning, I learned that Guo Jia has been writing with his wrist hanging on the stone platform for the past few days.

Cui Song was puzzled.Could it be that Guo Jia finally realized the harm of alcoholism, determined to correct this bad habit and devoted himself to learning?

Then I heard Bai Mi continue to say: "I think, Mr. is a bit strange these few days."

Cui Song thought to himself, is it not surprising that the alcoholic stopped drinking?

Bai Mi thought for a long time, then hesitantly answered, "It seems that I'm in a bad mood."

not in a good mood?

Cui Song recited these four words, thinking that he hadn't seen Guo Jia for a few days, so he walked with Baimi and came to the big stone platform.

As Bai Mi said, Guo Jia was sitting on top of the stone platform, holding a pen hanging from his wrist, writing like flying, with a serious expression, he didn't notice the arrival of the two of them at all.

Cui Song stood and watched for a while, seeing that Guo Jia was concentrating on writing without other distractions, so he left silently without disturbing him.

For the next two days, Guo Jia still lived in seclusion and rarely went out except to go to the kitchen in Mazhai to get food.

Occasionally meeting each other on the road, they just nodded and passed by in a hurry without stopping.

From this, Cui Song confirmed that something was really wrong with Guo Jia these few days.

At first he thought that Guo Jia was in a cold war with him, but after thinking about it carefully, his behavior last time was not inappropriate, and with Guo Jia's disposition, it is impossible for him to get annoyed by such a trivial matter.

Recalling Guo Jia's expression and demeanor, it is more dignified than angry.

Cui Song asked Bai Mi about all the conversations on the first day of the abnormality, and finally delineated the scope and determined that Guo Jia's abnormality was related to the "Double Ninth Festival".

Concerned about it, Cui Song ate a mouthful of the corn he brought from the kitchen, endured it, and finally did not spit it out.

Probably because of the heavy rain in the past few days, the food was damp, and the rice in the past two days was full of musty smell, which was really hard to swallow.

Cui Song silently recited many times, "This is a troubled world where there is not enough to eat, not a modern day where there is no need to worry about food and clothing", "People are going to starve to death, who cares if the moldy rice contains aflatoxin will cause cancer, and will it cause cancer if eaten?" Will be poisoned", endured the nausea and barely took a few mouthfuls, and when the hunger was slightly relieved, I immediately put down the dishes and rinsed my mouth with clean water.

As a young man with a big appetite and a strong appetite, Cui Song's only choice is to tighten his belt and eat wild vegetables while daydreaming about all kinds of modern delicacies... The hardships in it have strengthened his determination to study hard. A thick thigh, the determination to eat meat.

That night, Cui Song went to sleep hungry.In his dream, a large table of delicacies was placed in front of him, salt-baked chicken, dry-roasted shark's fin, braised spring bamboo shoots in oil, West Lake vinegar fish, rock sugar soft-shelled turtle, crystal fried hoof... He swallowed, and was about to sit down to eat, but There was one person sitting at the table.

The demeanor is elegant and slow, and that face looks familiar no matter how you look at it.

As if noticing his arrival, the man raised his head and raised the hand that was not holding the chopsticks: "Hi~"

Cui Song looked terrified.

The other "Cui Song" put down his hand and quickly picked up his chopsticks and crystal hoof: "I just greeted you like you did here, why should I be so surprised?"

Cui Song came back to his senses, sat down at the table, picked up the wooden chopsticks on the chopsticks pillow and began to pick up vegetables.

"Are you the deity?"

"If you are, I am."

"Why can we meet in a dream?"

"Dreams are next to reality."

"..."

"This joke is a bit cold, don't worry about it, let's read the file again," another "Cui Song" said, "Why can we meet in a dream--I have also considered this issue, and through these few days I have learned about your era. If it is explained by metaphysics, it may be that we still have a little connection with our respective worlds, so we can pass through each other, spanning thousands of years, and meet in the strange form of dreams; if it is explained by science, it is probably quantum mechanics The theory of decoherence[1] is precisely because of the premise that we travel through each other, so we can observe each other, and at the moment of "observation", the originally different and discontinuous space-time is established at a specific point in time. Contact, that's why you see me in your dreams and I see you at dinner."

Cui Song: "It seems to make sense."

He suddenly realized, "Wait, isn't this your dream? Are you eating?"

Seeing "Cui Song" nodding, he bitterly put a chopstick of vegetables in his mouth, but it really didn't taste any.

"It's so inhumane. I ate wild vegetables in ancient times, but you eat spicy food in modern times... I think I should bring a sack next time."

"Cui Song" was slightly stunned: "Song Bo has a family fortune, why do you eat wild vegetables?"

Thinking of all kinds of expensive decorations from the original owner's house, the corners of Cui Song's mouth twitched when he heard the words "Bo Youjia Cai", "Didn't you read the history of the Three Kingdoms after you came to modern times?"

"Cui Song" didn't know what the Three Kingdoms were at first, but after thinking about it, he realized that what Cui Song was referring to must be the dynasty he was in: "No way. Song is not interested in 'behind events', and history books are a thing, to put it bluntly It is also second-hand information. The story passed down by word of mouth is still distorted, not to mention the "history" written by an outsider many years later, and many subjective factors of those in power and the writers have been added? It is okay as a story, but if it involves yourself , reading this so-called history, isn’t it self-inflicted?”

Without waiting for Cui Song to answer, "Cui Song" said again, "Since we eat wild vegetables, I guess it's not because of the song, but because of the death of the emperor, the world is in chaos, the cultivated fields are ruined, and the people are displaced and restless?"

Although what "Cui Song" said is somewhat different from his current situation, this is indeed the situation a few years later.

Thinking of having a ready-made thick thigh beside him, Cui Song sat upright, told the current situation and the situation in Beijing one by one, and asked seriously: "What should I do?"

"Cui Song" opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into a goblet: "First of all, you should study more."

Cui Song: "..."

Seeing that the atmosphere had turned cold, he added calmly, "This is not a joke. In the past six months since I came to this era, I spent every day in the library and tried my best to acquire knowledge from the Internet, so I didn't embarrass myself in front of others. You Look at me, my hair is a few gray."

Cui Song took a glance, but didn't see the so-called white hair.

But the words of "Cui Song" reminded him that despite the difficulties of modern people in ancient times, it is also very difficult for ancient people to adapt to modern life.He himself has read some history at least, and has heard about some ancient thoughts and customs, but "Cui Song" knows nothing about modern times.The impact of high technology, globalization and open thinking on "him" is no less ignorant and blind than oneself.

As "Cui Song" said, regardless of whether there is a chance to change back in the future, they currently have no other choice but to acquire knowledge and adapt to their respective times earlier.

"Of course, in addition to our own efforts, we also need reliable foreign aid who share each other's secrets." "Cui Song" poured a glass of red wine for Cui Song, and made a cheers (cheers) gesture, "My friend, let's have a fight together." ?”

"... Mutual help and mutual help, I can understand, this blackmail refers to...?"

"Cui Song" took out an exercise book from his backpack with a calm face: "I have asked for a guide for this question, and then how do I calculate it?"

"..."

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[1] Decoherence, commonly known as "wave function collapse effect", is one of the basic mathematical properties of quantum mechanics.It refers to the wave function probability amplitude of the original continuous distribution, which degenerates into a delta function discretely distributed at a specific point immediately after experiencing "observation" (Dirac delta function, the value is infinite at a specific point, and all other The point value is 0, and the total area of ​​the entire function graph is defined as 1).Exaggeratedly speaking, the decoherence effect refers to "when no one looks at the moon, the moon hangs in the sky with a certain probability; and when someone glances at it, the original uncertain existence of the moon suddenly changes at the moment when people look at it." For reality." (—— Wikipedia)