(Thirty-three)
Three days later, the sun became more and more dazzling. Sun Ge put away his fishing rod, sat in the shade of the tree, and continued to look at Han Xin quietly.
Isn't it hot?
To be honest, Han Xin, the man in history who was always successful in attacking cities and fortresses, was indeed outstanding.
The merits are unparalleled and unparalleled in the world.
Determine the Three Qin Dynasties, capture Wei, replace it, defeat Zhao, threaten Yan, attack Qi in the east, and destroy Chu in the south.
One by one, they add color to the history books.
However, I don’t know why Sun Ge felt somewhat regretful.
He has the talent of a general, his limbs are sound, and he does not engage in farming or doing business to make a living.
Ask yourself, if you remove the natural filter of Han Xin, before he became successful, would anyone really admire him if he met such a person who ate and drank everywhere and even had basic food and clothing to the point of being unsustainable?
She was not complaining about Han Xin, but she just vaguely hoped that Han Xin could support himself even in his weakest days.
Instead of later generations mentioning this period of youth, they would talk about either the pavilion chief's wife being disgusted, his mother abandoning her meal, or the humiliation of her crotch.
Obviously, Han Xin is the kind of person who can amaze time.
Under Sunge's sigh, the riverside suddenly became lively. Women came in twos and threes, holding wooden basins filled with clothes.
Or young and beautiful.
Or the charm is still there.
Or snow on the temples and frost on the temples.
I don’t know who the floating mother was in history who was repaid by a spring for her kindness.
There were ripples on the calm river surface, and there were endless chatter, laughter, and banging sounds. It was obvious that the fish in the river would only swim far away along the current in such a noisy environment.
It is destined that Han Xin will return empty-handed today.
Han Xin seemed to have expected this situation. He pursed his thin lips slightly, put one hand gently on his stomach and rubbed it back and forth. He sighed softly and put away the fishing rod with a calm expression.
There is no sadness or joy, only the calmness of an ancient well.
Sun Ge didn't know whether this kind of calmness was the numbness he was accustomed to, or a state where he was not disturbed by external objects.
Just when Han Xin was about to leave, the old woman who was starching and washing clothes not far away stopped what she was doing, took out a piece of cake from the basket beside her and handed it to Han Xin.
Han Xin blinked and looked at Piao Mu.
Piao's mother didn't say anything, she just gave Han Xin the cake and continued to wash clothes.
"I believe he will be grateful one day."
Han Xin couldn't remember how many times Piao's mother had brought him food.
We were strangers, we met by chance, but we never spoke much.
Seeing that he was hungry, he gave him some food. This was the whole interaction between him and Piao Mu.
Piao's mother raised her head and looked at Han Xin, who was vowing to express his gratitude. She frowned and said, "A dignified man should support himself instead of relying on others for help. Sympathy and compassion can help for a while, but not for a lifetime."
"I just pity you, not thank you."
After saying this, Piao Mu never spoke again.
Although Han Xin's name is not a household name in Huaiyin, he is not an unknown person.
However, this name is a bit unlucky.
He is famous for eating and drinking, being shameless, but also arrogant and unruly.
repay?
She never thought about it.
Han Xin was stunned for a moment and then left.
He secretly swore in his heart that he would remember Piao Mu's gift of rice today.
"Young man, here is your fish." Sunge said with a smile like a wolf grandmother on her lips, waving to Han Xin.
Han Xin was confused and his eyes were wary, "It's your fish."
Sunge:......
Is this differential treatment?
He can catch Piaomu's pancakes and promises a fortune in return.
Her fish is so cold, could it be that the fish is poisonous?
Han Xin: Fish are not poisonous, you are poisonous.
"Is the famous Han Xin assassin going to talk to the old man again about the character of a gentleman who does not eat what he grates on?"
Sunge smiled lightly, but his voice was cold and mocking.
Fusu was dumbfounded. Zhao Fuling had gotten the wrong script.
If you want to include this kid in the fish pond, isn't now the best opportunity to show mercy?
Is sarcasm really good?
This kid doesn't look like he has a good temper.
Han Xin tightened his grip on the sword at his waist, pondered for a moment, and then slowly released it, "It's not about character, it's just that even a down-and-out person has the right to choose to hold on to his share of food."
He was indeed very excited about that fish.
But there is never any unreasonable kindness in the world, especially from a wealthy family.
Sun Ge looked at Han Xin's still calm face, his thoughts drifting far away.
The two characters Han Xin are frequently used in the historical fast travel group.
Countless quick-travelers chose Han Xin to descend from the sky as a savior when he was humiliated by his crotch, and he hugged the beautiful boy back.
She didn't want to.
She is not a kind person.
Savior has never been her label.
Well, she just likes to keep tossing, falling in love and killing each other, and then the other party surrenders.
"You have to take this fish if you don't want it." Sun Ge winked at the black guard, who drew his sword uniformly.
Under the sunlight, the sword was dazzling.
"With sound limbs and a sharp mind, he is a talented person in the world. Why do he behave like a beggar?"
"This bucket of fish is your food ration for the next three months. It's up to you to think about how to stick to it."
"Within three months, if I see you eating and drinking one more time, I will chop off one of your fingers. If you are willing to eat for free, then I will also chop off your finger. It is not mine anyway."
"Don't even think about running away. There is no one in Da Qin that I can't find."
There is no doubt that a heavy hammer is needed to beat the drum.
When it comes to applying filters to Han Xin, she herself is the most important one. She hopes that Han Xin will be a pearl that will amaze the world once the dust is removed.
Sunge stood in front of Han Xin, raised Han Xin's chin, and was arrogant and cruel.
Han Xin was silent. It was not appropriate to go out today because he met a madman.
I have only seen people who buy and sell by force, but I have never seen people who chop off their fingers if they disagree.
After hearing these words, it became even hotter to poke the fish.
Three months, you thought it was three days?
Han Xin deeply felt that the old man in brocade clothes in front of him was attracted by his slender hands and wanted to chop them off.
"Who are you?" Han Xin calmed down and asked.
Sunge curled her lips, "No need to say who it is, you will know it when it's your turn to know it."
"It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Come and meet you when the flowers are falling."
"Han Xin, I am here for you in this small Huaiyin City."
Fu Su: Zhao Fu Ling is writing poems frantically to attract fish again.
It's not fair, why do other fish have poems?
One is when I first met you, it was like meeting an old friend and returning home.
It’s the time when the flowers are falling and we meet you again.
So who is he? If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. Once compared, it will appear that this fish is a loser.
From now on, when the fish in the fish pond get together and talk about the past, he is the only one who has no poems!
Han Xin frowned, are you here for him? Or be more precise and come for his fingers.
In order to save his fingers, he had to seriously think about how a bucket of fish could survive for three months.
Han Xin hugged the barrel and left in a daze.
After Sunge saw Han Xin off, he waved his hand and ordered, "Leave a few people to watch him, and the rest follow me to the Donghai County Sheriff's Mansion."
"Master, what's your expression?"
"Constipated?"
