Life is always a mixture of joy and sorrow. How can everything be perfect and how can every day be carefree?
The problem of the boat master was solved, the friends started killing each other, and things were on the right track.
But just because he was on the right track, Han You suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer people around him, and the people around him were becoming more and more deserted. There were also fewer and fewer people bragging and spanking. Even Tie Chen, who had just emerged recently and Shuhua were all sent out to take charge of their own affairs.
As time passed day by day, Yidongyundao began to spread, and local government offices were changed one after another. However, those familiar faces all went to unfamiliar places, and they could only communicate with Han You through letters instead of When we first came here, we had our arms around each other, chatting, scolding, and playing around anytime and anywhere.
The construction of the coastal defense tower began, and more and more people gathered here.
There were more and more strangers. Han You rode on horseback and took the Third Young Master of the Killing Family with him. Among the thousands or tens of thousands of faces, he searched for a long time but could not find any familiar face.
The weather was getting colder, so Han You put on his winter clothes. When he had nothing to do, he and Sikong Zhao walked on the beach, three times a day, three steps to eat.
Goguryeo's warships arrived and picked up Han Bairen and Gao Minlin, as well as 18,000 soldiers and gunpowder that He Qi and his men had been working on for more than a month.
Han You suddenly missed Tang Qingfeng, and was also a little worried, fearing that this guy would one day transform and cut down all the military gates of the Donghai camp.
Got on the boat and went to the boat master's camp.
Xiao Tang, Han You saw him, he was handsome in white robe and silver armor.
Just when Han You was about to make a joke, he ran over and said a lot, but Tang Qingfeng hurried away again.
Han You was very satisfied as he wandered around the brand-new camp. Unknowingly, at night, he saw Tang Qingfeng again.
Xiao Tang was full of apologies. Just as he asked for wine and food, his entourage came over again and talked a lot.
Han You smiled and waved, asking Tang Qingfeng to go about his business.
At midnight, Tang Qingfeng came back, and his apology turned into guilt. Just as he was about to explain, his personal entourage came over again.
Xiao Tang left, and Han You also left and got on the boat.
At dawn, when Tang Qingfeng, who looked exhausted, returned to the commander's tent, it was empty.
Maybe this is life, no one can be selfish and tie the things they care about forever. This is the case with joys and sorrows, close at hand and as far away as the end of the world.
At least Tang Qingfeng still wanted to reconnect with Han You, but Pang Pan, who served as deputy commander in the Yacheng camp, had no time to see Han You.
More than 9,000 soldiers and more than 20,000 civilians hauled timber, built coastal defense towers, and assembled the keels of warships, all relying on Pang Pan for control.
The old man seemed to have aged a lot, there was no longer any black hair on his head, it was as white as the Milky Way.
Han You wanted to say something. He could see that Pang Pan's body was getting older, but the old man's face and expression were completely opposite.
The two men didn't have much communication. Lao Pang left Han You to his own devices and took someone to inspect the construction materials.
Back on the ship again, Han You finally found something to do.
"Yes, let's call it this name. Tell Brother Kun and Teacher Zha that after the three ships are launched into the sea, they will be called Tianchu, Tianshang, and Tianpu. These three ships will definitely become a lingering nightmare for all Japanese thieves. , I will be deeply afraid until the moment I die."
Wang Hai could remember it and still wrote it down in a pamphlet.
Sitting on the bow of the boat, Han You threw out a fishing rod that could never catch any sea fish, killing the increasingly boring time for him.
The sun is just right and the sea is calm.
Sikong Zhao walked to the bow of the ship and put a piece of clothing on Han You, leaning on the guardrail and looking at it with a smile.
She likes Han You's dazed look, he looks silly... he looks silly and a little cute.
Han You stretched out a lot: "It's so boring."
"Say another word."
"What to change?"
"It's so boring. My husband has to say it dozens of times every day."
Sikong Zhao counted with his slender green fingers in a serious manner: "It's only half past noon, and my husband has already said it seventeen times, four more than before noon yesterday."
Han You rolled his eyes fiercely: "Can you still be serious?"
"Let's go to the cabin."
Sikong Zhao gave Han You a big wink.
"Not going."
Han You sneered and said, "Stop dreaming about it. It's hard for the gods to live in peace. Don't even think about it."
Jiang Zhui, who was squatting far away, also took out a small notebook and took notes while writing.
It was obvious that Ah Chai was also bored.
Sikong Zhao smiled sweetly, stood behind Han You, and gently squeezed the latter's shoulders.
"What do you think your husband will be like after arriving at the East China Sea? Will he spend all day in the military tent looking at the map with his brows furrowed? Or will he ride on his horse and fight in all directions? Or will he cross the sea in a boat and use the gunpowder arrows to defeat the rebels? , thrilling every day?”
Han You was speechless.
"It's been like this all my life. It's so ordinary, so boring that it's boring. Those famous generals and marshals, the famous generals and marshals who are famous in history. Do you think that they live in turbulent times like what is written in the history books?"
Han You continued to be speechless. This is really the case. Life is like this. Ninety percent of the time, it is all step by step, calm and calm, repeating the life of the previous day, day after day, year after year. One year.
"But I want to kill the Japanese thief. Your husband and I came to the East China Sea just to kill the Japanese thief."
"How many days does that man think he can build the coastal defense tower, and how many days does he think he can build the warship?"
Han You was speechless for the third time. As for Kung Fu, he refused to accept anyone but Sikong Zhao. As long as this bitch opened her mouth, it would either make people feel comfortable, make people feel uncomfortable, or , making people uncomfortable for a while and comfortable for a while.
"No more chatting about this, I'm going to change the subject."
Han You counted the time: "Counting the days, our father has already arrived in Goguryeo."
"Daddy has fought many battles, husband, don't worry."
This is the truth. Even Sikong Zhao, who lives in and outside Nanguan, knows Han Bairen better than Han You.
"Can you not worry about it? We are going to a foreign country and we have brought less than 20,000 people with us. By the way, after we return to Tongcheng, we must explain to Teacher Pei that after the gunpowder is delivered to the camp, we can only hand it over to Wang Shan. If we don't give it to No Goguryeo man would hand over the gunpowder until he saw that it was Wang Shan who disembarked from the ship."
"I've written it down. My husband has said it so many times."
Either way, men will talk nonsense once they get bored. Even Sikong Zhao, a good-natured man, has almost lost his patience. Since Han You has been idle, he only says three words all day long, ah, so boring, ah, what are you doing, ah? , so boring, what should I do?
"Master, look!" Wang Hai's expression changed slightly as he stood on the crossbar: "There is a boat, it seems... it's a Japanese thief's boat!"
"What."
Han You stood up suddenly and became nervous: "How many...just one boat?"
Everyone gathered around and saw a sea ship parked on the coast of Tongcheng. Looking at the shape of the ship, it was so long that people were jealous. It was obviously a ship of Japanese thieves.
"It's not a war ship, a sea ship, or a Japanese pirate ship."
Sikong Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at it intently: "It seems to be a ship."
"Oh shit, provocative!"
Han You angrily said like a fool: "Pull a boatload of shit here, the Japanese thieves really deserve it."
Jiang Zhui was quite sure at first, but when Han You said this, he became less sure and could only look at Lu Baichuan.
"Is it... the envoy's envoy?"
Lu Baichuan was also confused: "That's unethical. Logically speaking, it should be true, but Shao Yin said that Japanese thieves are the most disgusting. They can do any disgusting thing. If they really want to pull a boat...it's impossible to predict."
Jiang Zhui said fiercely: "Blow it up with gunpowder arrows!"
"Fuck you, uncle." Han You was startled: "Don't collapse on the beach again."
Lu Baichuan: "That makes sense."
Sikong Zhao gently stroked his forehead, feeling a little pain in his heart.
Wang Hai looked at Sikong Zhao and felt the same.
Han You has always been like this. The more he uses his brain, the better it becomes. Once he starts not using it, he becomes less and less brainless.
