Wanren Mountain.
"Report——Edeng City will send 100,000 troops to attack our Tiexian Pass!"
"Report——Mubu City sends 100,000 troops to attack Anqing City!"
"Report——Hazir City will send 100,000 troops to attack our Nanzi Mountain City!"
"Report - Huda City will send 100,000 troops to attack our leader, the West Lin defense line!"
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One after another military reports rushed into the Weiwu Mansion, and immediately someone sorted the contents of the reports into categories, and quickly sent them to the corresponding halls in various places according to various contents such as supplies, intelligence, troop mobilization, and support from the Confucian scholars, waiting for approval.
The entire Weiwu Mansion was busy and orderly, and in the Debate Hall, which was the core of the Weiwu Mansion, Han Qingzhu and several scholars who were familiar with military affairs gathered in front of a giant sand table, thinking about defense and counterattack strategies.
"It's only been a few days since the first battle, and Mordan has already started attacking. He's a little impatient." A second-grade scholar said.
Another great scholar sneered: "The first battle was a disastrous defeat. The mighty Turan's cavalry were completely wiped out by our god general's camp. Naturally, he was very angry."
The third scholar nodded: "Mordan is still the old wisdom of the barbarians. Taking advantage of the lower levels of the barbarians, he launched a sea of people offensive against our northern border and forcibly cut the defense line."
He clicked on several battle locations: "There are already 400,000 barbarians. They almost cover this area."
Another great scholar sighed: "What a pity. If the human race is given another ten years and the Book of Marquis Wu affects a generation, what will be the bottom advantage of the barbarians!"
"Forget about that kid." A second-grade scholar next to Han Qingzhu looked like he hated iron. "Not to mention ten years, as long as he can finish "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" quickly and produce more gods, generals and heroes, It would be a great blessing to do more good things to the great Confucians."
Speaking of Chen Luo, the atmosphere in the debate hall suddenly became more relaxed. The scholar who pointed out the sand table before smiled helplessly and said: "It's a shame for a scholar, what can I do!" After speaking, he turned to look at the Minister of War, "Master of the Army, I have a disciple who majors in Legalism, and his family, country, and world are like prisons. How about sending him to Dongcang City, locking him up, and releasing him for a stick of incense after he writes a chapter."
"This method is wonderful!" The other great scholars twirled their beards and nodded.
Han Qingzhu's face clearly showed a look of interest, but he still waved his hand: "Forget it, it's hard to write a book, he is still a child, just bear with it."
After saying this, Han Qingzhu changed the topic and looked at the sand table: "From the military reports, there are traces of the tribes under Ilisa Khan among the attacking barbarians."
"Currently, all barbarian military orders are led by Mordan."
"Then where has the Targu Barbarian Emperor of the Elisa Tribe gone?"
As soon as Han Qingzhu said this, all the great scholars fell into deep thought.
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"Ah - sneeze!" Chen Luo sneezed.
It's strange that my body can catch a cold.
No, I always feel like someone was scolding me behind my back just now.
Chen Luo rubbed his nose and smiled coldly in his heart——
Isn’t it the shame of being a literati? I, Chen Luo, accept it!
After finishing complaining, Chen Luo continued to write.
I have to say that after Red Cliff, powerful generals began to emerge one after another.
"Three Kingdoms" truly ushered in the era of generals.
No, I just finished writing about Cao Ren, Cao Wei’s first pot-tender general, in the last chapter, and now we have another important chapter——
"Guan Yunchangyi released Huang Hansheng, and Sun Zhongmou fought against Zhang Wenyuan."
Huang Zhong, one of the Five Tiger Generals.
The five good generals are Zhang Liao.
Two SSRs, just asking if you can do it!
Chen Luo crossed his arms and sighed.
Does SSR have anything to do with him? He is just a card maker.
Write a book!
To avoid being urged to update by military law again!
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Lanzhou, Lucheng.
Cheng Zhijie walked home step by step carrying firewood that did not match his body.
The winter in the north is bitingly cold. If there is no heating device, you will freeze to death if you fall asleep in the house.
Although he is taller and stronger than other children of the same age, he is only eight years old after all. The firewood that is almost half a person's height above his head is obviously too heavy. He has to stop and rest after taking a few steps. Take a break.
I heard from the eldest brother that when he was a kid, he got a piece of gold when he was catching Zhou Zhou, and he put it in his mouth and took two bites. His parents were very happy at that time and thought that he would be rich and powerful in the future, so they named him Biting Gold.
Cheng Yaojin.
Later, after his parents passed away, the eldest brother felt that this name was indecent and would affect his future apprenticeship, so he changed his name to Zhijie, Zhiyi Shoujie!
But he still prefers the name Yaojin.
It sounds so majestic.
Must change it back!
Thinking of this and that big brother, Cheng Zhijie smiled.
After walking for a while, Cheng Zhijie finally saw a somewhat dilapidated courtyard. He saw a donkey cart parked at the entrance of the small courtyard and frowned slightly, but quickly recovered and walked in with his head lowered and carrying firewood on his back.
A man and a woman were talking in the main room, and their words were a little heated. Cheng Zhijie pretended that he didn't hear anything and went directly into the woodshed.
He took off the firewood from his body, rubbed his shoulder that was almost bloody from being strangled, and then looked at the firewood that was full of firewood. Cheng Zhijie showed a satisfied smile.
The quarrel outside became louder and louder. Fortunately, Cheng Zhijie didn't leave the woodshed and rested directly against a pile of firewood.
He was only four years old when his eldest brother left.
The eldest brother left a sum of money and entrusted himself to a cousin, promising to return in three years. It has been four years and he has not yet come back.
Is he dead?
Cheng Zhijie shook his head and shook the thought out of his mind.
He didn't know whether the eldest brother was dead, but the cousin was indeed dead.
A year after the eldest brother left, the cousin took me to see a gentleman and found that I did not have the talent to read thoroughly and could not become a Confucian scholar.
On the way back, my cousin fell into the water and died.
The woman outside who was arguing with someone was her cousin-in-law.
She is a sharp-tongued woman.
Cheng Zhijie was thinking about it, and suddenly he felt exhausted, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
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"Little beast, why are you sleeping? Get up and chop the firewood!" The cousin kicked Cheng Zhijie, and Cheng Zhijie shook his head and woke up.
At this time, my cousin-in-law looked at Cheng Zhijie with a cold face: "Why do you get so much firewood at once? Can't you just go out and get a little every day?"
Cheng Zhijie stood up unsteadily, but did not move. He just looked at his cousin-in-law: "Sister-in-law, are you scolding your brother again?"
My cousin-in-law frowned slightly: "At such a young age, you are eavesdropping on adults! You should be beaten!"
As he said that, he took out a piece of firewood from the side and hit it at Cheng Zhijie. Cheng Zhijie refused to dodge, and the stick finally stopped beside Cheng Zhijie.
"You little beast, you've grown up, you don't want to hide, right?"
Cheng Zhijie said with a smile: "I'm afraid that my sister-in-law won't be able to get a spanking in the future, so I'll let her have a good spanking today!"
The cousin's sister-in-law glared at Cheng Zhijie. Although the child was only eight years old, he looked like he was eleven or twelve years old. He was completely unlike his peers. She was a little flustered: "What... do you mean?"
Cheng Zhidian nodded: "Sister-in-law, I have to leave."
"Let's go? Where are you going? How many miles can a little beast without a high threshold run?"
Cheng Zhijie looked at the sky outside: "Uncle Qin's family is taking my uncle Bao to Dongcang City and told me that if I want, I can go with them."
"Go to Dongcang City and learn martial arts."
My cousin was suddenly startled and raised the stick in her hand: "Don't go!"
"My elder sister-in-law is like my mother. If I say you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go!"
"You're the size of a pea, do you know what's outside of Lu City?"
"There is a war now, and there are barbarians everywhere. Your eldest brother is just going to fight the barbarians. What are you doing out there?"
"Stay at home! Do you hear me?"
As he spoke, the wooden stick fell and hit Cheng Zhijie one after another.
"Did you hear that? Speak! Speak!"
Cheng Zhijie did not dodge, but just withstood the whipping of the wooden stick. After a while, the strength in his cousin's hand became weaker and weaker, and finally, the wooden stick fell to the ground.
"Cheng Zhijie, I know you Cheng family are not good people!"
"Your eldest brother left you to us and ignored you; my short-lived ghost was closer to you than his own son, but he died because of you."
"I've taken care of you for a few years, and you can leave as soon as you say!"
"You Cheng family are all a bunch of heartless people!"
"Get out! Get away!"
Cheng Zhijie listened to his cousin's sister-in-law's hoarse scolding, silently walked to the door of the woodshed, and suddenly said: "Sister-in-law, after I leave, remarry."
My cousin was suddenly startled: "What did you say?"
Cheng Zhijie smiled and said, "I'm young, but that doesn't mean I'm ignorant. Your brother has come to see you several times, doesn't he just want you to remarry?"
"I don't understand the truth, but my sister-in-law is still young, so she should remarry."
"Zhijie understands that you resent me in your heart, but you are still protecting me. You are afraid that after remarrying, no one will care about me."
"Zhijie has grown up..."
Cheng Zhijie knelt down as he spoke: "The firewood in the woodshed is enough for my sister-in-law's needs this winter. If Zhijie succeeds in his studies in Dongcang City, he will come back to repay his sister-in-law."
After speaking, he kowtowed heavily.
Daxuan etiquette, the kowtow ceremony, can only be performed by heaven, earth, relatives, and teachers.
"Dong, dong, dong..." With three sounds, Cheng Zhijie stood up, turned around and left.
The cousin's sister-in-law looked at Cheng Zhijie's back and wanted to call out to Cheng Zhijie, but she stopped.
Dongcang City may be more suitable for him.
The cousin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, straightened her face again, and said in that cold tone:
"The Qin family is not a wealthy family, so what are you going to do with the food and drink you have been doing?"
"Go to the kitchen and carry half a bag of rice!"
"Lest people say I'm mean!"
Cheng Zhijie paused: "Sister-in-law, keep it, Zhijie is born rich and will never be hungry!"
After saying that, he strode out of the small courtyard.
The cousin tilted her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She muttered bitterly: "You heartless little beast!"
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At the same time, Zheyue looked at Lucheng in the distance and took a bite of the hard bun.
"finally reached."
"Brother Cheng Xi, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of your little brother!"
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