Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

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Wanren Mountain.

"Report—Edeng City sent 100,000 troops to attack my Iron Line Pass!"

"Report - Mubucheng sent 100,000 troops to attack my Anqing City!"

"Report - Haqier City sent 100,000 troops to attack my southern mountain city!"

"Report - Hudu City sent 100,000 troops to attack my head of Taiwan - the west line of defense!"

...

One after another 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: "The first battle was a disastrous defeat, and the dignified Turan Wan Cavalry was annihilated by my God General's battalion. Naturally, he was furious."

The third great Confucian nodded: "Mordan is still the old wisdom of the barbarians, taking advantage of the bottom-level advantages of the barbarians to carry out a sea offensive against my northern border and harden the defense line."

He pointed to a few places of battle: "There are 400,000 barbarian troops. It almost covers this area."

Another great Confucian sighed: "It's a pity, if I give the human race another ten years, 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, "Don't say ten years, as long as he can quickly finish "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and add some more gods and heroic spirits, It would be a great blessing to have more benefits for the Great Confucian."

Speaking of Chen Luo, the atmosphere in the debate hall suddenly became a little more relaxed, and the great Confucian who pointed out the sand table before smiled helplessly: "It's the shame of the literati, what can I do!" After speaking, he turned to look at the soldier, "The soldier, I have a disciple who majors in Legalism, and the family and the world are a black prison and 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 nodded their heads in succession.

Han Qingzhu's face was obviously moved, but he still waved his hand: "Forget it, the book is not easy to write, he is still a child, just 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 military orders are currently dominated by Mordan."

"Then where did the tower-bone barbarian emperor of the Ilisa tribe go?"

As soon as Han Qingzhu said this, all the great Confucians fell into contemplation.

...

"Ah - sneeze!" Chen Luo sneezed.

Strange, with his own body actually catch a cold.

No, I always felt 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, the fierce generals began to emerge one by one.

"Three Kingdoms" really ushered in the era of stars.

No, the last time I just finished writing Cao Ren, Cao Wei's first **** of making pots, and ushered in an important chapter——

"Guan Yun Changyi explained Huang Hansheng, Sun Zhongmou fought against Zhang Wenyuan".

Huang Zhong, the general of the Five Tigers.

Zhang Liao, the general of the five sons.

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 is just a card maker.

Write a book!

So as not to be urged by the military law again!

...

Lanzhou, Lucheng.

Cheng Zhijie walked towards the house step by step, carrying the firewood that did not match his body.

In the winter in the north, the cold is biting. If there is no heating, 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's height above his head is obviously too heavy, making him take a few steps before stopping to rest Take a break.

I heard from the 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 definitely become rich and rich in the future, so he named him Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojin.

Later, when his parents died, the eldest brother felt that the 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 Biting Jin.

How majestic it sounds.

Must change it back!

Thinking of this, and thinking of 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.

In the main house, a man and a woman were talking, and the words were a little intense. Cheng Zhijie pretended not to hear it, and turned directly into the firewood room.

He unloaded the firewood from his body, rubbed his shoulders that were almost strangled with blood, and looked at the firewood in the firewood house. 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 and shook the thought out of his mind.

He doesn't know if the eldest brother is dead or not, but that cousin is indeed dead.

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 just like that.

The woman outside who was arguing with others was her cousin.

A woman with sharp teeth.

Cheng Zhijie thought about it, and suddenly felt exhausted and closed his eyes.

...

"Little bastard, what are you sleeping for? Get up, chop up the firewood!" Sister-in-law kicked Cheng Zhijie, Cheng Zhijie shook his head and woke up.

At this time, Sister-in-law looked at Cheng Zhijie with a cold face: "Why do you get so much firewood all at once? Wouldn't it be enough to go out every day and get a little?"

Cheng Zhijie swayed and stood up without moving, just looking at his cousin: "sister-in-law, you scolded your brother back again?"

Sister-in-law frowned slightly: "You are young, eavesdropping on adults! It's time to fight!"

Saying that, 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 got your skills, don't hide, right?"

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!"

Sister-in-law 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... 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!"

"Sister-in-law is like a mother, I said you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go!"

"People the size of Bean Ding, do you know what is outside when you leave Lucheng?"

"There's a war now, and there are barbarians everywhere. Your eldest brother just went to fight barbarians. What are you doing out there?"

"Just stay home for me! Can't you hear me!"

Saying that, 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.

"Cheng Zhijie, 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, but because you died."

"I've taken care of you for a few years anyway, you can just leave!"

"You Cheng family are a bunch of unscrupulous people!"

"Go away! Go away!"

Cheng Zhijie listened to his 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."

The 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 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 remarrying, I will be left alone."

"Zhijie has grown 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 his studies in Dongcangcheng, he will come back to repay his sister-in-law."

After speaking, he nodded heavily.

The Daxuan etiquette, the kowtow ceremony, is only for heaven, earth, relatives, and teachers.

"Dong, dong, dong..." With three sounds, Cheng Zhijie stood up, turned around and left.

The cousin-in-law looked at Cheng Zhijie's back and wanted to call out Cheng Zhijie, but she stopped.

Dongcangcheng, for him, may be more suitable.

Sister-in-law wiped 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!"

"Lest people say I'm mean!"

Cheng Zhijie paused: "Sister-in-law, keep it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhijie is born rich and rich, so I can't starve!"

After speaking, he strode out of the courtyard.

Sister-in-law turned her head sideways, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She muttered bitterly, "You little beast with no conscience!"

...

At the same time, Zhe Yue looked at Lucheng in the distance and took a bite of the hard bun.

"finally reached."

"Brother Cheng Xi, don't worry, I will take good care of your younger brother!"

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