Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 235: Heartless bastard
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Wanren Mountain.
"Report—Edeng City dispatched 100,000 troops to attack my iron gate!"
"Report - Mubucheng sent 100,000 troops to attack our Anqing City!"
"Report - Hazier City sent 100,000 troops to attack my southern mountain city!"
"Report - Hudu City sent 100,000 troops to attack our head of Taiwan - the western defense line!"
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A series of military newspapers rushed into the Weiwu Mansion, and immediately the contents of the generals' newspapers were classified into categories, and they were quickly sent to the corresponding halls in various places according to the contents of supplies, intelligence, military personnel transfer, and great Confucian support, waiting for approval. .
The entire Mighty Mansion was busy and orderly, and as the debate hall at the core of the Mighty Mansion, Han Qingzhu and several great scholars who were familiar with military affairs gathered in front of a giant sand table, thinking about defense and countermeasures.
"It's only been a few days since the first battle, and Mordan started to attack. He's a little impatient," said a second-rank Confucian scholar.
Another great Confucian sneered: "Failed in the first battle, the dignified Turan Wan Cavalry was annihilated by my God's General Battalion, and he was naturally furious."
The third great Confucian nodded: "Mordan is still the wisdom of the barbarians. Taking advantage of the bottom-level advantages of the barbarians, he launched a sea offensive against my northern border and hardened the defense line."
He pointed to a few battlegrounds: "There are already 400,000 barbarians. It almost covers this area."
Another great Confucian sighed: "It's a pity, if I give the human race another ten years, and the book of Wuhou will affect a generation, what is the advantage of the barbarians at the bottom!"
"Don't mention that kid." A second-rank Confucian next to Han Qingzhu looked like he hated iron but not steel, "Let's not say ten years, as long as he can quickly finish "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", he will have more gods. It would be a great blessing to have the heroic spirits more beneficial to the Great Confucian.”
Speaking of Chen Luo, the atmosphere in the discussion hall suddenly became a little more relaxed. The great Confucian who pointed out the sand table before smiled helplessly: "What a shame for a literati, what can be done!" After speaking, he turned to look at the soldier, " Bingxiang, I have a disciple who majors in Fa, and the family and the world are a black prison and a water prison, should we send him to Dongcang City, lock that kid up, and release a stick of incense after writing a chapter.”
"This method is wonderful!" The other great Confucians shook their beards and nodded.
Han Qingzhu's face was obviously intentional, but he still waved his hand: "Forget it, the book is not easy to write, he is still a child, bear with it."
After speaking, Han Qingzhu turned around and looked at the sand table again: "Judging from the military newspaper, there are traces of tribes under the command of Ilisa Khan in the attacking barbarian army."
"All barbarian orders are currently dominated by Mordan."
"Where is the tower bone barbarian emperor of the Ilisa tribe?"
As soon as Han Qingzhu said this, all the great Confucians fell into contemplation.
……
"Ah - sneeze!" Chen Luo sneezed.
It's strange that my body actually catches a cold.
No, I always feel like someone was scolding me behind my back.
Chen Luo rubbed his nose and smiled coldly in his heart——
Isn't that the shame of the literati? I'm Chen Luo, take it!
After complaining, Chen Luo continued to write.
I have to say that after Chibi, fierce generals began to emerge one by one.
"Three Kingdoms" truly ushered in the era of stars.
No, the last time I just finished writing Cao Ren, the first general of Cao Wei, and ushered in an important chapter——
"Guan Yun Changyi explains Huang Hansheng, Sun Zhongmou fights Zhang Wenyuan".
Huang Zhong, the Five Tiger Generals.
Zhang Liao of the Five Great Generals.
Two ssr, just ask if you can do it!
Chen Luo crossed his waist and sighed.
Does ssr have anything to do with him, he's just a card maker.
Write a writing book!
Don't be urged to change by the military law again!
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Lanzhou, Lucheng.
Cheng Zhijie walked towards the house step by step, carrying firewood that did not match his body.
The winter in the north is bitterly cold. If you don't have something to keep you warm, you will freeze to death if you fall asleep in the house.
Although he is taller and stronger than children of the same age, but after all, he is only eight years old, and the firewood that is almost half a person above his head is obviously too heavy. It will take him a few steps to walk. Stop and take a break.
I heard from my eldest brother that when he was a child, he caught Zhou, got a piece of gold, and took two bites in his mouth. At that time, his parents were overjoyed and thought that he would be rich and rich in the future, so he named him Yaojin.
Cheng Yaojin.
After the death of his parents, the eldest brother felt that this name was indecent and would affect his future apprenticeship, so he changed his name to Zhijie, Zhiyi and Jiujie!
But he still prefers the name Yakin.
Sounds majestic.
Be sure to change it back!
Thinking of this and that eldest 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, frowned slightly, but soon returned to normal, and walked in with his head bowed and firewood on his back.
A man and a woman were talking in the main house, and the words were a little intense. Cheng Zhijie pretended he didn't hear it, and went directly into the firewood room.
He took off the firewood from his body, rubbed his shoulders that were almost strangled with blood, and looked at the firewood in the firewood room. Cheng Zhijie showed a satisfied smile.
The quarrel outside became louder and louder. Fortunately, Cheng Zhijie didn't leave the firewood room. He leaned directly on a pile of firewood and rested.
When the eldest brother left, he was only four years old.
The eldest brother left a sum of silver taels, entrusted himself to a cousin, and promised to return in three years. It has been four years and he has not come back.
Is it dead?
Cheng Zhijie shook his head, shaking the thought out of his head.
He doesn't know if the eldest brother is dead or not, but that cousin did.
A year after the eldest brother left, the cousin took him to pay homage to a gentleman, and found that he did not have the talent for reading and could not be a Confucian scholar.
On the way back, my cousin fell into the water and died.
The woman outside who is arguing with someone is her cousin.
She is a woman with sharp teeth.
Cheng Zhijie thought about it, and suddenly felt tired and closed his eyes.
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"Little beast, what are you sleeping for? Get up, chop the firewood!" Sister-in-law kicked Cheng Zhijie, Cheng Zhijie shook his head and woke up.
At this time, cousin-in-law looked at Cheng Zhijie with a cold face: "Why do you get so much firewood all at once? Why don't you go out and get a little bit every day?"
Cheng Zhijie swayed and stood up without moving, just looking at his cousin: "sister-in-law, you scolded your brother back again?"
Cousin-in-law frowned slightly: "You are so young, eavesdropping on adults! It's time to fight!"
Speaking, he took out a firewood from the side, and made a gesture to hit Cheng Zhijie. Cheng Zhijie couldn't avoid it, and the wooden stick finally stopped beside Cheng Zhijie.
"Little beast, you've grown up, don't you hide?"
Cheng Zhijie said with a smile: "I'm afraid my sister-in-law won't be able to fight in the future, so let my sister-in-law fight today!"
My cousin stared at Cheng Zhijie. Although this child was only eight years old, he looked like eleven or twelve years old. He didn't look like his peers at all. He was a little flustered: "What do you mean?"
Cheng Zhi node nodded: "Sister-in-law, I'm leaving."
"Go? Where are you going? How many miles can a little beast with a high threshold run out?"
Cheng Zhijie looked at the sky outside: "Uncle Qin is going to take Xiaoshubao to Dongcang City and tell me that if I want, I can go with them."
"Go to Dongcang City and learn martial arts."
The cousin-in-law was suddenly shocked, and raised the wooden stick in her hand: "Don't go!"
"The elder sister-in-law is like a mother, I said you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go!"
"Young man the size of a pea, do you know what's outside when you leave Lucheng?"
"There is a war now, and there are barbarians everywhere. Your elder brother just went to fight barbarians. What are you doing out there?"
"Stay home for me! Did you hear me!"
Speaking, the wooden bar fell and hit Cheng Zhijie one by one.
"Did you hear! You talk! Talk!"
Cheng Zhijie didn't dodge, so he just resisted the whipping of the wooden stick. After a while, the strength of the sister-in-law's hand became less and less, and finally, the wooden stick fell to the ground.
"Chengzhi Festival, I know that none of your Cheng family is a good thing!"
"Your eldest brother threw you to us and didn't care about it; my short-lived ghost kissed you more than his own son, because you died."
"I've taken care of you for a few years, you can leave if you want!"
"You Cheng family are a bunch of unscrupulous people!"
"Go away! Go away!"
Cheng Zhijie listened to my cousin's hoarse reprimand, silently walked to the door of the firewood house, and suddenly said, "sister-in-law, after I leave, let's remarry."
Cousin-in-law was surprised: "What did you say?"
Cheng Zhijie laughed: "I'm young, but that doesn't mean I'm ignorant. Your brother came to you several times, didn't he just want you to remarry?"
"I don't understand the big truth, but my sister-in-law is still young, so let's remarry."
"Zhijie understands that you resent me in your heart, but you are still protecting me. You are afraid that after you remarry, I will be left alone."
"Zhijie grew up..."
Cheng Zhijie said, and knelt down on his knees: "The firewood in the firewood house is enough for my sister-in-law this winter. If Zhijie succeeds in her studies in Dongcangcheng, she will come back to repay her sister-in-law."
After speaking, he kowtowed heavily.
The Daxuan etiquette, the bowing ceremony, is only heaven, earth, relatives, and teachers.
"Dong, dong, dong..." With three sounds, Cheng Zhijie stood up, turned around and left.
The cousin looked at Cheng Zhijie's back and wanted to call out Cheng Zhijie, but she stopped.
East Cangcheng, it might be more suitable for him.
Cousin-in-law wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her face again, and said in that cold tone:
"The Qin family is not a rich family, what do you do with food and drink along the way?"
"Go to the kitchen and carry half a bag of rice!"
"Let people say I'm mean!"
Cheng Zhijie took a step: "Keep it, sister-in-law~IndoMTL.com~ Zhijie is born rich and rich, so I can't starve!"
After speaking, I strode out of the courtyard.
Cousin-in-law turned her head sideways, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She muttered bitterly: "You little **** with no conscience!"
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At the same time, Zhe Yue looked at Lucheng in the distance and took a bite of the hard bun.
"It's finally here."
"Brother Cheng Xi, don't worry, I will take good care of your younger brother!"
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