Li Chun kept driving, imagining how majestic he would be as a general on the battlefield.
But what he didn't notice was that Meng Guangyi's eyes had become very unnatural when he looked at him.
After looking at himself asking questions, Li Chun was still there without grinding ink for him. He was still in a daze. Then he came to Li Chun, raised his foot and kicked Li Chun on the butt.
"What did I say you were doing?"
"Who is it? Who dares to kick my big brother Li Chun? He fought with a certain family for 300 rounds."
This was a scene where he was completely immersed in Liang An's storybook, and Meng Guangyi was suddenly stunned.
"I'm going to fight you for 300 rounds. Believe it or not, sir, I'm going to give you 300 lashes with a whip right now? Where's the ink? Why don't you grind the ink for me? Why are you still fighting?"
Meng Guangyi's outburst finally made Li Chun react. He looked at Meng Guangyi and smiled apologetically in embarrassment. Meng Guangyi arranged for Li Shunchun to finally grind the ink for him, but Liang An suddenly took a step forward.
"Actually, I have a simple way to avoid having to worry about writing."
"Oh, what other way is there?"
Meng Guangyi was also a little curious, but he didn't expect that he would get something unexpected.
"Every time I march or fight, I have to use this ink to write messages, but I have to grind it again every time, which wastes a lot of time."
Liang An directly touched his chin. "There are two ways. One is to make a pencil. Make the pencil directly and write on the paper when writing. However, the handwriting may not be clear."
"Oh, what's a pencil?"
Meng Guangyi asked Liang An doubtfully. Soon, Liang An explained the pencil making process, and then turned the brush holder over and held it by the bottom end as if drawing on paper.
"This is how pencils write. It's just that the writing is made of a mixture of clay and graphite. The pen core may be shallow in some places, which is prone to problems."
As for problems? Isn’t that a problem of uneven mixing? The material for grinding ink was not fine enough. Liang An discovered the problem last time.
"Oh, this pencil is a convenient thing, but as Brother Meng said, there may be a problem with this pencil. Then what is the second method you mentioned, Brother Liang?"
Liang An looked at Meng Guangyi and then at Li Chun.
"This will trouble General Li."
"Me? What can I do? I'm just a rough guy, but I can't write. If you ask me to remember the orders, I can only remember single ones. If you give me a lot of tasks, maybe I It will be forgotten."
Li Chun said that his memory might be a bit lacking, and after applying for the job he had a simple mind and strong limbs, Liang An continued.
"I have to trouble General Li to grind a lot of ink, and then put it in a bamboo tube."
But as soon as Liang An finished speaking, Li Chun started talking immediately.
"Although I don't know much, if the ink is placed in a bamboo tube, after a while, the upper layer will be clear water and the lower layer will be a black layer. There is no way to use it after a long time."
"Isn't this very simple? When we march and fight, the ink must always be in the bamboo tube."
After Liang An spoke, Li Chun began to imitate carrying a bamboo tube on his back, and the bamboo tube danced up and down with him every time he walked.
"By the way, Mr. Liang is right, that's it, the ink won't delaminate."
"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you hurry up and find a bamboo tube, then grind more ink and put it in the bamboo tube, and then write with a brush when you go to the battlefield."
"No, no."
Liang An hurriedly stopped Meng Guangyi, "It's not just waiting to hold the ink in a bamboo tube and writing with a brush when going to the battlefield, but to get the feathers."
On the battlefield, if you have time to spread out the paper and write peacefully, find a feather and I will teach you. "
This suddenly made the two of them very curious.
Looking for feathers?
Why are you looking for feathers? Can these problems be solved by looking for feathers?
Although Meng Guangyi and Li Chun didn't understand what Liang An said. But they still hurriedly went to find feathers as Liang An said, and there happened to be some woods where they camped, and there were a few birds on the trees.
Li Chun, who had just come out of the camp, didn't even think about taking the bow and arrow from the guard's hand. As soon as he opened the bow and took the arrow, an innocent bird fell down.
Then Li Chun ran to his side, plucked out all his feathers, and returned to the camp.
"Mr. Liang, look, I brought the feathers."
Looking at the bloody feather that Li Chun took, Liang An smashed it in his mouth.
"General Li is really brave. He killed this bird in one move, right? There was still hot blood."
Li Chun was embarrassed there, but Meng Guangyi was actually laughing next to him.
"Returning great wealth to Li Chun and fighting enemy generals for 300 rounds? There is a future."
This sentence, which was obviously a joke, made Li Chun want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but Liang An did not embarrass Li Chun for long, and hurriedly selected a suitable one among the feathers.
Then he took out his butterfly knife and swiped it twice, and it turned into a dagger again. He easily cut the feather into the shape of the quill pen used in Europe in the Middle Ages as known to later generations. He dipped it in ink and wrote on the paper. Write and draw.
The feathers are relatively slender to begin with, and coupled with Liang An's thin golden hand, the handwriting is quite beautiful.
"It's a good idea. You can write as many words as you want this way. It's not like using a brush to write on the battlefield and having to prepare a large piece of paper. You have to wait until the ink dries before you can fold it. This way, the writing dries as soon as you blow it. It's a great idea. ,good idea."
Meng Guangyi couldn't help but praise Liang An's method, and Liang An laughed.
"Since this method is good, if Brother Meng thinks it can be used, he will try it."
"good."
Just as the two of them were studying this incredible method, Li Chun started talking next to them.
"Mr. Liang, this weapon of yours is quite strange."
Liang An couldn't help but smile when he saw Li Chun pointing at his butterfly knife.
"It's just a gadget."
"Gadgets? No, I know how powerful your gadgets are. If you set up a few traps at random, we were almost wiped out."
Meng Guangyi talked about his embarrassing experience, and Li Chun looked at Liang An curiously.
"Mr. Liang is also proficient in traps?"
"No, Mr. Liang is a god in your mind. He is capable of both literary and military skills. He can often do things that ordinary people cannot do."
While he was talking, Meng Guangyi talked about the encounter in the woods without reservation, which made Li Chun stunned.
"Can it still be like this? Mr. Liang, you must teach me how to set up these traps."
Perhaps because I feel that my presumptuous request is a bit abrupt, I will add it again.
"Let's go to Zhennanguan first, wait until we reach the destination and complete our mission, and I will teach you when we return, okay?
After all, the trap needs to be set in a suitable location. I can’t just dig a hole in the ground and show it to you, right? "
"What's wrong with this? When we set up camp tomorrow, I will let these boys dig enough holes. Mr. Liang will teach us well."
Li Chun is worthy of being a soldier and is very direct in his work.
"This is not good."
Liang An declined there. He didn't want these soldiers to dig holes after a hard work.
They will definitely scold themselves even more. Now that they are the living king of hell, if they take one step further, what kind of existence will that be?
Although Liang An also wanted to know what they would not say about him, he was a white body after all, and there were some people among these forbidden troops whose identities were not simple.
Some are distant nephews of princes and ministers, and some are of a certain rank. Although they are all of the lowest rank, they are not something that ordinary people like me can ignore.
However, Liang An was thinking about his status and situation, but Li Chun thought that Liang An was still there to test him, and immediately bowed heavily to Liang An.
"Mr. Liang, please agree to my request. As long as Mr. Liang can agree to my request, from now on, as long as Mr. Liang has any need, I will just say a word. I will be so arrogant that I will do whatever I want. If it really doesn't work, if Mr. Liang doesn't despise it, It’s okay for me to take Mr. Liang as my teacher.”
Li Chun's words made Liang An react. He was confused just now, as if he was trying to exaggerate his status, and he looked at Li Chun awkwardly.
"I'm not just waiting for a price, but I'm thinking that if I let the soldiers dig holes after a quick march, will I, the Living King of Hell, really fulfill my title?"
Li Chun and Meng Guangyi were indeed stunned by Liang An's strange brain circuit, but they looked at him and laughed after realizing it.
"The Living King of Hell is just a joke, why does Brother Liang take it seriously?"
