I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Wanren Mountain.

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

"Report - Mubu City sent 100,000 troops to attack our Anqing City!"

"Report—Hazier City sent 100,000 troops to attack our southern mountain city!"

"Report—Huda City sent 100,000 troops to attack the head of our platform—the west line of defense!"

...

A series of military newspapers rushed into the Weiwu Mansion, and someone immediately sorted the contents of the general newspapers into categories, and quickly sent them to corresponding halls in various places according to supplies, intelligence, military personnel transfer, and Confucian support, waiting for approval.

The entire Weiwu Mansion was busy and orderly, and as the debate hall at the core of the Weiwu Mansion, Han Qingzhu and several scholars who were familiar with military affairs gathered in front of a huge sand table, thinking about defense and counterattack strategies.

"It's only been a few days since the first battle, and Mordan has started to attack, he's a little impatient." A second rank scholar said.

Another Confucian sneered: "The first battle was a disastrous defeat. The mighty Turan Wanqi was completely annihilated by my Divine General Battalion. Naturally, he was in a panic."

The third great Confucian nodded: "Mo Erdan is still the old wisdom of the barbarians. Taking advantage of the low-level barbarians, he launched a sea of ​​​​attacks on our northern border and fortified the line of defense."

He clicked on a few battlegrounds: "There are already 400,000 barbarians. It almost covers this area."

Another great Confucian sighed: "It's a pity, if the human race is given another ten years, and the book of Marquis Wu affects a generation, what is the bottom-level advantage of the barbarian race!"

"Don't mention that kid." A second-rank Confucian next to Han Qingzhu hated iron and steel, "Let's not talk about ten years, as long as he can finish writing "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" quickly and have more Divine General heroes, It would be a great blessing to benefit the Great Confucianism."

Speaking of Chen Luo, the atmosphere in the debate hall suddenly became a little more relaxed. The great Confucian who pointed out the sand table before said with a helpless smile: "It's a shame for a literati, what can I do!" I have a student who majors in Legalism, and his home country is a black 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 Confucian scholars nodded with their beards twisted.

Han Qingzhu's face was clearly moved, but he still waved his hand: "Forget it, the book is not easy to write, he is still a child, bear with it."

After finishing speaking, Han Qingzhu changed the subject and looked at the sand table again: "According to the military newspaper, there are traces of tribes under the Ilisa Khan's tribe in the attacking barbarian army."

"Currently all barbarian military orders are led by Mordan."

"Where did the tower bone barbarian emperor of the Yilisa tribe go?"

As soon as Han Qingzhu said this, all the great scholars fell into deep thought.

...

"Ah - sneeze!" Chen Luo sneezed.

It's strange that my own body actually catches a cold.

No, I always feel that someone scolded me behind my back just now.

Chen Luo rubbed his nose and smiled coldly in his heart——

Isn't it the shame of literati? I, Chen Luo, accept it!

After complaining, Chen Luo continued to write.

It has to be said that after Chibi, fierce generals began to emerge one by one.

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

No, last time I just finished writing Cao Wei’s first pottery, Divine General Cao Ren, and ushered in another important chapter——

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

Huang Zhong, General of the Five Tigers.

Zhang Liao, a good general of the five sons.

Two ssr, just ask if you can do it!

Chen Luo crossed his hips 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 home step by step, carrying firewood that did not match his body.

The winter in the northern region is bitterly cold. If there is no heating, if you fall asleep in the house, you will freeze to death.

Although he is taller and stronger than children of the same age, he is only eight years old after all, and the firewood that is almost half the height of his head is obviously too heavy, and he has to stop and rest after walking a few steps. Take a break.

I heard from my eldest brother that when he was a child, he caught 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 powerful in the future, so he named it "Bite Gold".

Cheng Yaojin.

Later, when his parents passed away, the eldest brother felt that the name was indecent and would affect his future apprenticeship, so he changed his name to Zhijie, Zhiyi and Shoujie!

But he still prefers the name Biting Kim.

How majestic it sounds.

Be sure to change it back!

Thinking of this, and thinking of that big brother, Cheng Zhijie smiled.

After walking for a while, Cheng Zhijie finally saw a dilapidated small courtyard. He frowned slightly when he saw a donkey cart parked at the gate of the small courtyard, but soon returned to his original state, and walked in with his head down and firewood on his back.

A man and a woman were talking in the main house, the words were a little fierce, Cheng Zhijie pretended not to hear, and went directly into the firewood room.

He took off the firewood on his body, rubbed his shoulder that was almost bleeding, and 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 did not leave the woodshed, and leaned directly on a pile of firewood to rest.

He was only four years old when the eldest brother left.

The eldest brother left a sum of money and entrusted himself to a cousin. He agreed to return in three years. It has been four years and he still hasn't returned.

Is it dead?

Cheng Zhijie shook his head, shaking this thought out of his mind.

He didn't know if the elder brother was dead or not, but the cousin was indeed dead.

A year after the elder brother left, the cousin took himself to pay homage to a gentleman, and found that he hadn't read Talent thoroughly, so he couldn't be a Confucian scholar.

On the way back, my cousin fell into the water and died just like that.

The woman outside who is arguing with someone is Own's cousin.

She is a sharp-tongued woman.

Cheng Zhijie was thinking about it, and suddenly felt exhausted, and unconsciously closed his eyes.

...

"Little beast, what are you sleeping on? Get up and chop the firewood!" The cousin kicked Cheng Zhijie, who shook his head and woke up.

At this time, the cousin looked at Cheng Zhijie with a cold face: "Why do you get so much firewood all at once? Why don't you just go out and get some firewood every day?"

Cheng Zhijie stood up unsteadily, without moving, just looked at his cousin-in-law: "Sister-in-law, you scolded your big brother back again?"

The cousin frowned slightly: "You are so young, overhearing what adults are saying! You should hit me!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of firewood from the side and hit Cheng Zhijie with a gesture. Cheng Zhijie didn't dodge or evade, and the wooden stick finally stopped beside Cheng Zhijie.

"Little bastard, you've grown up, so don't hide, right?"

Cheng Zhijie smiled and said: "I'm afraid my sister-in-law won't be able to beat her in the future, let her have a good time today!"

The cousin glared at Cheng Zhijie. Although the child was only eight years old, he looked about eleven or twelve years old. He didn't look like his peers at all. He was a little flustered: "You...what do you mean?"

Cheng Zhi nodded: "Sister-in-law, I'm leaving."

"Let's go? Where are you going? How many miles can a little beast that is not as high as the threshold run?"

Cheng Zhijie looked at the sky outside: "The Uncle of the Qin family is going to take little Shubao to Dongcang City, and tell me that if I want, I can go with them."

"Go to Dongcang City and learn Martial Dao."

The cousin was shocked suddenly, and raised the stick in her hand: "Don't go!"

"Elder sister-in-law is like a mother, if I say you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go!"

"People the size of peas, do you know what's outside Lucheng?"

"There's a war now, there are barbarians everywhere, and you Dage are fighting barbarians. What are you going out for?"

"Stay at home for me! Do you hear me!"

As he said that, the wooden stick fell and hit Cheng Zhijie one after another.

"Hear that! Speak! Speak!"

Cheng Zhijie didn't dodge, just resisted the whipping of the wooden stick. After a while, the strength in the cousin's hand became weaker and weaker, and finally, the wooden stick fell to the ground.

"Cheng Zhijie, I knew that your Cheng family is not a good guy!"

"Your elder brother left you to us, but he didn't care; my short-lived ghost was closer to you than his own son, and it turned out that you died."

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

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

"Go away! Go far away!"

Cheng Zhijie listened to his cousin's hoarse reprimand, walked silently to the door of the firewood room, and said suddenly: "Sister-in-law, after I leave, remarry."

The cousin was surprised suddenly: "What did you say?"

Cheng Zhijie said with a smile: "I'm young, but it doesn't mean I'm not sensible. Your big brother came to you a few times, isn't it because he wants you to remarry?"

"I don't understand the truth, but my sister-in-law is still young, so let's remarry."

"Zhijie understands that you blame me in your heart, but you still protect me. You are afraid that after remarrying, no one will care about me."

"Zhijie has grown up..."

As Cheng Zhijie said, he knelt down on his knees: "The firewood in the firewood room is enough for my sister-in-law to use this winter. If Zhijie succeeds in his studies in Dongcang City, he will come back to repay his sister-in-law."

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed heavily.

Daxuan etiquette, kowtow ceremony, only heaven, earth, relatives, teachers.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Three sounds, Cheng Zhijie stood up, turned and left.

The cousin looked at Cheng Zhijie's back, and wanted to call Cheng Zhijie to stop, but she stopped abruptly.

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, what should you do with your 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's footsteps paused: "Sister-in-law, keep it, Zhijie is born rich and noble, and he can't go hungry!"

After speaking, he strode out of the small courtyard.

The cousin turned her head sideways, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She muttered bitterly: "You little bastard!"

...

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

"finally reached."

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

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