"This old bastard! He wanted to comfort himself, but he actually beat himself up! He even ate a bowl of noodles for nothing, which is simply shameless!"
After cursing and going back to his hut, Xiao Han was still angry. Looking at the wooden door, he raised his foot and kicked it up! As a result, I accidentally used a little too much force, and my toes felt a little painful when I kicked them...
"Oh, it hurts!" Xiao Han screamed while covering his toes. He felt that the only luck today was this wooden door! If it were an iron door, he would have to break two of his toes...
Even if you’re injured, you don’t need to take a shower! Feeling at ease and finding an excuse for his laziness, Xiao Han jumped onto the bed, covered his head and fell asleep! As for Lao Sun's troubles, just two words, he deserves it!
After a night of silence, when I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.
I stretched myself out of bed and took a look. I saw that Xiaodong was sleeping in the room outside in the dark. He went over and kicked him twice without waking up.
Looking at the two people sleeping in extremely indecent postures, Xiao Han suddenly felt that if an assassin came last night and tied him up and carried him away in a big way, these two idiots wouldn't be able to open their eyes and look...
He pursed his lips, feeling a little thirsty. Reason told Xiao Han, don't worry about these two for now, you must find water first! Who said last night's pickles weren't salty? Wouldn’t it make it salty if you eat too much?
The teapot on the table was dry, and Xiao Han began to rummage through the cabinets to find other teapots. After working for a long time, I found several teapots, but there was not a drop of water in them!
Shaking the last purple clay pot on the window sill vigorously, Xiao Han could only sigh helplessly when he heard the empty sound inside: It's strange that the majestic prince has to go out to fill the water by himself!
Sigh, sigh, you still have to drink water, no one else can count on it, you can only do it yourself...
Pull the latch and open the door. Unexpectedly, before Xiao Han could even take a step forward, an old face almost hit him. Xiao Han was so frightened that he almost smashed the purple clay pot in his hand!
"Hou...Hou Ye?"
"Old Feng?"
At the door of the house, an old man and a young man stared at each other for a long time. After seeing each other clearly, they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"What are you doing? Why did you come to see me so early in the morning?" Xiao Han asked Lao Feng, holding back his thirst.
Lao Feng seemed to have stayed up late last night, and his eyes were a little red. Hearing this, he smiled at Xiao Han, carefully took out a stack of paper from his arms and handed it over: "Xiao Hou, I have already written what you asked me to draft yesterday, so I won't send it over for you to review!"
"Why did you write it so quickly?" Xiao Han was a little surprised. He reached out to take the paper, flipped through a few pages and asked Lao Feng: "Did you stay up all night last night to write this?"
Old Feng seemed to have been guessed by Xiao Han, his old face turned red, and he stuttered: "No, no, I squinted for a while! We also want to let people in other places use the rollover as soon as possible, right? It doesn’t matter if it’s a bit tiring…”
"Oh~" Xiao Han nodded in a long voice, and Old Feng's old face suddenly became so red that he couldn't even look at it.
In fact, everyone knows this. It was Lao Feng who wanted to finalize the matter as soon as possible, so he wrote the memorial overnight. You also have to make your words more beautiful. It is typical that you want to be nothing but want to build a memorial arch.
It is a virtue to see things through without telling them. There is no need to expose others on such trivial matters. Xiao Han lowered his head and looked at what Lao Feng had written carefully. Except for the fact that he raised his head and didn't write, the rest of what he wrote was very detailed! In addition to the text explanation, there are also pictures at the end! Let people know at a glance how the rollover is made.
He smacked his lips. Although he was extremely thirsty, but looking at Old Feng who was both excited and tired, Xiao Han decided to be a good person and send Buddha to the West.
Leading Old Feng into the room again, Xiao Han had just laid the first page on the desk when Old Feng, who was sophisticated in the world, had already begun to sharpen his ink.
I don’t know how he could grind without water. Anyway, Xiao Han felt a little rumination in his stomach when he picked up the pen...
"Today in Hanzhong, Feng Wenjie, the magistrate of Jishui County, proposed to restore the keel waterwheel of the sages and dedicated it to the Holy One. I hope it will be popularized..."
With a wave of the brush, the beginning of the memorial was written in the blink of an eye! Put down the pen, pick it up, blow dry the ink, and look at it carefully again!
Yes, Not Bad! The pen moves like a dragon and a snake! This word looks much better than what I wrote before! Almost catching up with Wang Youjun’s level...
(Note, Wang Xizhi once served as General Youjun, so later generations often call him Wang Youjun. His calligraphy works are Youjun calligraphy, not Xizhi's calligraphy.)
I don’t know if Wang Youjun would crawl out of the grave and strangle Xiao Han to death after hearing this. Anyway, Old Feng took it from Xiao Han’s hand carefully and put it away as if he had found a treasure.
What's wrong with the ugly words? So what if one is bigger and the other is smaller? As long as it has your name on it, it's worth thousands!
At this age, Lao Feng no longer wants to be promoted or make a fortune. He just hopes that his name can be heard in the sky, that his resume will look better when the time comes, and that he will be more prosperous when he retires and returns to his hometown!
After solemnly raising his hands towards Xiao Han, Lao Feng turned around and ran away without even saying hello, as if Xiao Han would rob him of his things.
It’s hard to be a good person these days! I was busy with other people's work, but no one took care of me. My throat was almost smoking, and no one greeted me.
Cursing in his heart that he was heartless, Xiao Han threw down his brush and went out to find water. This time the Jade Emperor came and he had to wait until he finished drinking the water!
"Water, give me water! I'm going to die!" Xiao Han rushed into the kitchen like an arrow, and without saying a word, Xiao Han started looking for water!
When the fat cook who was making dough inside saw him, he quickly threw the dough away and rushed over to pour a full bowl of water for Xiao Han.
"Master Marquis, the water is here! Drink it quickly."
Hey, there are so many people, but the fat cook is the most considerate! Looking at him gratefully, Xiao Han held the bowl and drank it all!
The water is boiled spring water, and it has a sweet taste when you drink it. It is much better to drink than that peasant woman's three punches that hurt...
Speaking of which, no one in Xiao Han drinks cold water anymore, not even the farmers working in the fields! After all, anyone who sees so many small, twisting insects in unboiled water under a microscope will develop a good habit of drinking cold boiled water.
A bowl full of water fell into his stomach. When Xiao Han shook it, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of water.
"Comfortable..." He threw down the bowl and let out a comfortable sound. Xiao Han felt that all the pores in his body were stretched!
"Master Marquis, why are you so thirsty? Are everyone else dead?" The fat cook asked angrily as he waited for Xiao Han to sit down.
Xiao Han touched his belly and sighed: "It's almost as if he's not dead! The two bastards came back at some point last night, and they didn't wake up until now! Hey, didn't you go too? Do you know when they will come back? of?"
"You mean Xiaodong and Lengzi?" The fat chef scratched the back of his head and said to Xiao Han with some embarrassment: "Well... I don't know. I came back early last night, but I heard them say this morning :When I was walking back last night, I found that the Marquis’s donkey was gone, and then a lot of people came everywhere looking for it. It must have been quite late..."
