Sha Po Lang

Xu Jiazu uploaded a little bit of land, Xu Baihu is a military household, the days are very good in the local, small and thin at home, they have raised a mother, do some cooking and cleaning.

When the weather is white, Xu’s old cook is slowly making breakfast, knocking on the door of Chang Geng’s study: "Young master, my wife asked you not to go to her house."

Chang Geng is concentrating on the post, listening to the action of the pen, and accustomed to returning to the road: "No, she loves to be quiet, I will not bother, and you bother to tell me, let my son ask her." ."

The old cook is not surprised by his reply. The daily question and answer between the mother and the child is as routine as nothing, nothing new.

To be eccentric, according to the truth, Xu Baihu is nothing but a heir. Chang Geng and Xiu Niang are the biological mothers and mothers. But this is only the days when the mother and child are only at home. The province, pretending to be a kind of filial piety, has a good mood, as long as the male masters leave, they are even more strange than the stranger, no one cares about who, a courtyard lives, Chang Geng even the main entrance does not go, every day wearing the corner door Running to the next door, the mother and son may not be able to see each other for ten days and a half.

Even before Chang Geng lost half of his life, Xiu Niang only looked at it indifferently. He didn't care about this only child.

In the end, the 16th lord took the person away and took care of him.

The old cook always suspects that Chang Geng is not born to Xiu Niang, but she can look at it. The mother and the child are very similar and must have a blood relationship.

What if it is not a biological one, Xiu Niang, a soft and weak woman, is living in a hometown, she is still not protected, why has she been carrying the child?

It doesn't make sense at all.

After a while, the old chef brought a food box to Chang Geng Road: "Today, the old man is about to return to the city, and my wife, the young master, will come back soon."

Chang Geng understood what she meant. When Xu Baihu came back, they had to put on the filial piety of the mother. Then they nodded and said, "Know it."

His gaze fell on the food box. Suddenly, Chang Geng saw a long hair on the handle of the food box. The hand that had stretched out immediately shrank back.

The old chef’s hair is already white. This black and long hair will not be hers. Xu Baihu has not yet returned. The family is even servant, and there are three living people. It’s not a cook. It’s natural. Xiu Niang's.

Chang Geng has a strange kind of cleansing - only a mother.

In the next door, let him eat leftovers in the bowl that his righteous father used, but as soon as he returns home, as long as Xiu Niang touches something, he will not touch it.

The old cook knows his temper, and carefully removes the hair, accompanied by a smile: "This is the lady who accidentally fell on it. This snack has no one to move, rest assured."

Chang Geng smiled at her very politely: "Nothing, I have some questions today to ask Mr. Shen, and I will go to the righteous father to eat."

After that, he did not pick up the food box. He grabbed the book on the table and grabbed it under his arm. He lifted the epee hanging at the back door and went out.

Mr. Shen is holding his sleeves and working in the yard to oil several pieces of steel that have been dismantled.

The steel armor was sent by the defending officers and soldiers. The officers and men of Yanhui also had their own "long arm division" who specialized in maintaining military steel armor. However, there were too many armor in the army. If they were too busy, they would also find a contact with the folk long arm. Scattered.

The "long arm division" is the one who repairs the steel armor and the lighter and deals with the iron guys all day. It is a craftsman, but in the eyes of ordinary people, the long-armed division and the dog pedicure are almost the same. "The next nine streams", even if they do not eat and drink, they are not very glorious.

Mr. Shen’s first-time readers, somehow have such a strange hobby, not only do they like to play with them, but also often use this skill to earn a little money.

And Shen 16, who accidentally entered the young dream, was doing nothing to stretch his two long legs, sitting on the threshold, leaning against the door frame without bones, and there was an empty medicine bowl next to him - he did not drink it. Know that the brush is clean.

Sixteen Lai squatted and stretched out, and half-deadly rushed to Changgeng to raise his hand and told him, "Son, let me bring the jug to me."

Mr. Shen was full of fire oil and sweated to Chang Geng Road: "Don't take care of him, have you eaten it?"

Chang Geng: "Not yet."

Mr. Shen turned his head and screamed at the 16th and said: "Get up in the morning and wait for the food! Don't you do some work? Go to the rice and cook a few bowls of porridge!"

Shen Xieyi’s biased head is just right, slow and swallow: “Ah? What?”

"I am coming," Chang Geng took it for granted. "What rice?"

This time, the 16th lord heard it. He raised his eyebrows and said to Mr. Shen: "If you don't make a child, why don't you go?"

Mr. Shen’s sinner was mad at his **** every day and his face was full of fire. “Isn’t it a good turn to take turns? A man’s husband, if you can’t hear it, it’s not a big deal to talk about it!”

Shen 16 was re-applied and "inaudible" and asked: "What is he doing there?"

Dressed up like real.

Chang Geng: "..."

In fact, it is blame for a blind man.

"He said..." Chang Geng bowed his head and was hit by the gaze of the sixteen plays. The dream of the night before the night flashed back to his eyes. He suddenly found himself not so indifferent.

Chang Geng’s throat suddenly became a bit dry, and he tried hard to fix his mind. He said with no expression: "You are still sitting in the old man, don't worry about it in the early morning."

Shen Xie had not had time to get drunk on this day. The only conscience was not soaked into distiller's grains. He smiled and took Chang Geng's hand and took the opportunity to stand up and pat the young boy's head with his intimacy. .

He is really ready to work - the sixteenth century is a rare encounter in a hundred years to do some personnel, rare and rare, comparable to the iron tree blossom.

Chang Geng was busy with it, only to see his righteous father swaying and grabbing a few meters of rice, throwing his brain into the pot, and then drowning in the water, making the water splash, the white waves flying, and then he fell down Two fingers were stretched out in the water, and they were stirred in the water. They shook and shook the water beads and announced: "It’s half washed, Shen Yi, come and take turns."

Mr. Shen: "..."

Shen Yiyi copied his hand from the stove and took a sip of his head.

... Sometimes Chang Geng suspects that he even installed the so-called "瞎".

Mr. Shen may have served, no longer doing unnecessary struggles, washing his hands with saponins, running into the kitchen, steaming the cakes, and starting to clean up the mess thrown by the sixteen.

Chang Geng took out his early post and showed it to Mr. Shen one by one. After Shen Yi finished the review, Chang Geng stuffed the page into the stove to help the fire.

"The words have been written very well. Recently, a lot of effort has been made," Mr. Shen said. "I see you are the long pavilion of Anding Hou Gu?"

Chang Geng: "Yeah."

The sixteen words that were being idled next to me, twisted their heads and flashed their faces.

Mr. Shen did not look up: "An Ding Hou 15 led the army, became famous in the first battle, and was commanded by the 17th, and was ordered to levy on the west. After passing through the Xiliang City, I saw the remains of the ancients. I felt that the former dynasty was still the same, and the Jiangshan had been in the past 100 years. The handwritten book "Chang Ting Fu", originally written, even if it was secretly left behind by the **** of the beards, was engraved on the stone tablet - to say that Gu Yu's word is from the hands of the contemporary Mr. Hong Ru Mosen, There is indeed a merit, just when writing a long pavilion, he is still young, and he is a young man. It’s a bit ignorant of the heights and the heat. If you practice words, there are so many old posts, why are you here? s post?"

Chang Geng will be full of words and rolls of paper, and he will not hesitate to put it into the stove: "I heard people say, the mysterious eagle, the mysterious armor, the Xuanqi three big iron camps, in the hands of the old Houye The Beiban 18 tribe, later passed to Xiao Houye’s majesty, and made the Western Region bow down. I didn’t like his words, I just wanted to know, holding the hands of the three big iron camp’s hands. What is the book like."

The spoon in Mr. Shen’s hand was unconsciously stirred in the pot, but his eyes seemed to have drifted away. For a while, he slowly said: "An ordering name is Gu Mingyu, the word is awkward, it is the first emperor princess and the old Houye. The only son, who died early in childhood, was pity in the present, and was raised in the palace. He was specially given to the prince. This is a born wealthy idler, but he has to go to the Western Region to eat sand. Heroes are not heroic. I don’t know. I am afraid that my brain is not very good."

Mr. Shen was dressed in a white blouse, the oil on his horn was stained with steel, and there was a bad apron hanging around his neck. The two brothers had together, and there was no woman at home. Like the words, the apron didn't know if it wasn't washed before he got it. He couldn't see the background color, and he was not worthy of being wrapped up in his body.

Only that face is well defined.

Shen Yi's nose is tall and tall. When he is not laughing, his side face is almost cold. His eyelids are slightly trembled. Suddenly he said: "Since the old Houye went, the Xuan Tie Ying Gong Gao Zhenzhu was the main bogey. And the pilgrimage of the pilgrims in the middle of the dynasty..."

The sixteen who had never heard the sound suddenly interrupted him: "Shen Yi."

The two people on the side of the stove looked at him together, and the sixteen were staring at a small spider web on the doorframe.

Sixteen drinks don't go to the face, the more the face is whiter, the more emotions are put into the eyes, not clear.

He whispered: "Don't talk nonsense."

The Shen brothers are usually very big and small. They are brothers who are disrespectful brothers. Brothers also don’t like their brothers. Every day from morning to night, the feelings are very good.

Chang Geng never heard sixteen words in this blunt tone.

He is sensitive to nature, and when he is unclear, he frowns deeply.

Shen Yi's teeth tightened a bit, realizing that Chang Geng was observing him, barely converging his emotions, and smiled: "I have lost my words - but isn't the court of the imperial court not a drink after dinner? I just talk about it."

Chang Geng noticed that the atmosphere was embarrassing, and he opened the subject with cleverness. He asked: "Which is the Xuan Tieying in the ten years from the Northern Expedition to the Western Expedition?"

"No one is in charge," said Shen Yidao. "After the Northern Expedition, Xuan Tieying was once quiet, walking away, dead, and still in the army. Most of them were disheartened. After more than a decade, the soldiers of that year. I have changed a generation for a long time, and the equipment has not been replaced for many years, and it has not been aging. Until a few years ago, the Western Region rebelled, the court had no way to let the order of the security, and restarted the Xuan Tie Ying - not so much, Gu Shuai took over Xuan. Iron Camp, it is better to say that he has re-grinded a group of strengths in the Western Regions. If you have the opportunity, you can learn his current words."

Chang Gengyi said: "Don't Mr. Shen have seen the words written by Anding Hou later?"

Shen Yi laughed and said: "Although it is rare, there are occasional one or two pieces that come out of the square. They all claim to be original. Anyway, it is true that I can't see it."

He said that while blowing white gas and serving on the table, Chang Geng came forward with great help. When he passed the porridge and passed through the 16th, he was grabbed by the sick man.

Chang Geng grows earlier than ordinary teenagers. His peers are tall and tall. Even though the flesh and blood are not rich, the head is already catching up with his little righteous father. So when he looks up slightly, he looks into the eyes of XVI.

Sixteen actually have a pair of very typical peach eyes, only when his eyes are scattered around, he can only see it, because when his eyes are condensed, the pupils seem to have a pair of abyss of clouds and light cages. Can't see clearly, dark and heavy.

Chang Geng’s heart was a glimpse. He lowered his voice and deliberately called his usual less common name: "Father, what happened?"

Sixteen casually said: "Children's family, don't think about being a hero, what is the hero's good end? You just have to spend a lifetime of warmth and wake up, that is the best day, even if you are struggling It doesn't matter if you are idle."

When Shen Xie was dressed up and dumb, it was rare to say a few words, but it opened the cold water of Chang Geng.

His one-and-a-half-year-old disability, naturally, has no ambition and no ambition. But how can this young person listen to this frustrated words?

Chang Geng felt a little uncomfortable, because he felt as if he was looked down on him. He didn't feel angry: "It's just like you, how can you feed your family in the future? Who cares for you to eat and dress? It's really standing and talking."

He avoided the sixteen hands and said in a perfunctory manner: "Don't move, be careful that hot porridge is burning you."