The Nameless of the Common Clans

In the early morning, fog rose in Luoyang City.

The faint morning light permeated the entire Luoyang City. If you look from outside the city, the entire Luoyang City is looming, like a fairyland on earth.

"Winter will come in a few days. I have prepared a few winter clothes for my husband. Take them with you when you enter the camp today." In the warm tent, Yun Si, who was awakened by Chen Mo's action of getting up, began to help Chen Mo dress, while chattering.

What's the warmth in my heart?

Chen Mo tried hard to keep his eyes from looking around. Hearing this, he coughed lightly and said, "Put on your clothes first."

Looking at her husband with a stern face, but looking at her from time to time, Yun Si wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. She nodded hard, put on a light gauze, and continued to help Chen Mo tidy up his clothes.

It was even more uncomfortable, but Chen Mo couldn't accept the thing of showing off silver in broad daylight. He could only let Yun Si help him dress stiffly and let her dress quickly. If others saw this, Chen Mo would feel uncomfortable.

"Sir, breakfast is ready." Juan'er came to the door, knocked on the door, and called softly.

"Yes." Chen Mo opened the door and took Yun Si and Juan'er, who were dressed neatly, to the hall.

"Why is your husband frowning?" In the hall, Yun Si and Juan'er did not eat together. Dalang sat in the position below Chen Mo and ate together. Seeing Chen Mo frowning from time to time, Yun Si said gently.

"I asked for leave from the military camp for two days and planned to visit Lord Lu tomorrow. But this gift..." Chen Mo had a headache. The last time he visited Lu Zhi, he brought a bunch of ornaments, and he always felt that something was wrong. But if it was a valuable gift, firstly, he didn't have it, and secondly, Lu Zhi wouldn't accept it.

The salary of a military marquis is not high, and it is barely enough for him to live in Luoyang. If the family generals he brought with him are added, this little salary is not enough.

"I am worried about this." Yun Si said with a gentle smile: "Mr. Lu is a noble man in the country, and he is an upright official. If you give him a valuable gift, I am afraid he will not accept it, but if it is an ordinary gift, it is difficult to give it."

"Does Yun Si have a good idea?" Chen Mo looked at Yun Si and asked.

"For a person like Mr. Lu, why don't you try to treat him with sincerity?" Yun Si smiled.

"What is sincerity?" Chen Mo looked at Yun Si.

"For example, the husband makes a bamboo slip by hand and gives it to Mr. Lu. The blank bamboo slip is not expensive. The husband can copy some knowledge on it. This book is written by the husband himself, so it is not expensive, but if it is used as a gift, it is probably worth a fortune for ordinary people. The husband can also use this to get close to Mr. Lu in the name of learning knowledge." Yun Si smiled.

"That's right." Chen Mo's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded and said, "Juan'er, go and prepare a bamboo slip and a carving knife for me."

Since it is a gift, it naturally cannot be written with pen and ink. After a long time, the handwriting will be blurred and difficult to read, and it is inconvenient to store. It can only be carved with a carving knife.

Chen Mo has a lot of books in his mind, but it is impossible to understand and integrate them all. Remembering and understanding are two different things. Chen Mo also has many puzzles. He chose to copy down some of them. On the one hand, it can be used as a gift, and on the other hand, he can take the opportunity to ask for advice.

"Yes." Juan'er agreed and trotted away.

"Da Lang." Having solved the problem that bothered him, Chen Mo was happy in his heart. He looked at Da Lang and smiled and said, "How is your martial arts practice recently?"

"It's okay." Da Lang shook his head. His martial arts have passed the stage of brave and advanced. Now he relies on persistent and hard practice to achieve results.

"Would you like to go to the army for some training?" Chen Mo looked at Dalang and asked. Now that the Western Army has been established, it is not too difficult for him to insert a person.

Dalang's swordsmanship is not bad, and his strength is not small. If he can be trained well, he may be a general in the future. Compared with others, Chen Mo naturally hopes that Dalang can become a talent, rather than just practicing martial arts all day long. Martial arts are important, but it is really difficult to make a living by martial arts alone... Wang Yue is the best example.

"Okay." Dalang's eyes lit up when he heard it. If there is a chance, he naturally wants to be able to stand out and bring glory to his family.

"Let me make it clear first. Now I am just a military marquis. I can bring you into the camp, but you need to start from an ordinary soldier. If you perform well or have military merits in the future, you will be promoted." Chen Mo smiled. He has limited power. He can bring Dalang in, but whether he can be promoted depends on Dalang himself.

Dalang naturally agreed. Just like Chen Mo at the beginning, Dalang also needed an opportunity and a noble person to help him. For Dalang, Chen Mo was obviously that noble person.

Chen Mo carefully looked at Dalang's fate. Just by his own hard work, Dalang's fate was already thirty-three. If he was given an official position one day, it would definitely increase. Now he had basically established himself. It was time to help this fellow villager.

After dinner, Chen Mo asked Yun Si to have his meal by himself, and he went to the study. Juan'er had prepared the pen, ink, bamboo slips, and carving knives. Chen Mo knelt behind the table and thought carefully for a while before deciding to write about a passage from Mencius.

Mencius was the first book Chen Mo came into contact with. At that time, the village head Aweng gave him a volume, but Mencius itself had more than 35,000 words, and that volume of Mencius was just the opening volume.

Later, Chen Mo read all of Mencius at his mentor Zang Hong's house, but many things were not understood.

Chen Mo later figured out Yun Si's words. Everyone, regardless of their status, has the habit of being a teacher. For example, if you find a farmer in the field, praise his good crops, and then ask him how to farm, the usually taciturn farmer can chat with you for a whole day and still not be satisfied.

Come to the study room now, calm down, Chen Mo reviews the past, each person he has met, this aspect will be more or less shown, including himself, Chen Mo also likes to preach to people in the military camp, this... is it a bad character or not?

It seems that sometimes I also dislike others preaching to me, including teachers, but it is not easy to interrupt because of politeness.

Shaking his head, Chen Mo spread out the bamboo slips, no longer thinking about it, and started writing directly. It is not difficult to write the book of Mencius from memory. The whole book has more than 35,000 words. He knows where it is smooth and where it is obscure. It is not difficult to write at this moment, but it is the carving that is difficult.

Hundreds of words, one by one, are engraved according to the handwriting. At first, Chen Mo thought it was not difficult, but when he really started, he found that it was not easy to carve it completely according to his own handwriting. Carving, it seems, is not useless. Chen Mo only carved two words, and it took half an hour. If he continued to do it, I am afraid that today is not enough to carve these hundreds of words.

Luck...

Looking at his luck, Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then lay on the side of the table and chose to enter the dream training camp. He seemed to have seen basic carving skills in the training camp.

Engraving is not that difficult in carving, but since he entered the dream training camp, it is naturally impossible to learn only engraving. Here, Chen Mo learned the whole wood carving.

The shaping of a wood carving, the processing techniques of image and space, the carver has a general shape of the carving in his mind before carving, how big it should be, accurate to the microscopic size.

Of course, harmony alone is not enough. In order to present the finished product in the mind into reality, in addition to the training of spatial sense, the requirements for knife skills are also quite strict. The knife skills here are not the kind of knife skills used for fighting. They are short and tough, and the difference is seen in the subtle places. The processing of details in the subtle aspects is much more difficult than the knife skills of opening and closing.

After having the above two points, the next step is the actual operation. In the hands of real woodcarvers, it is not to carve, but to peel the woodcarving that has already been finished in their minds, remove the excess debris little by little, and finally form the finished product.

Chen Mo spent a year in the training camp this time to learn woodcarving to level nine. The reason why it was shorter than the previous skills was not because woodcarving was easy, but because Chen Mo is now more than a little stronger than when he first entered the dream training camp.

Not to mention the physical strength, just the strong memory, the influence of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the fit of weapons brought by the proficiency of various weapons, and the flexibility of movements, these external conditions make it no longer as difficult for Chen Mo to learn a new martial art now.

"Juan'er, bring another roll of bamboo slips." After waking up from the dream training camp, the long-standing sense of alienation gradually disappeared. Looking at the bamboo slips on the table at this moment, Chen Mo suddenly felt a little embarrassed. After a long silence, he shouted directly to Juan'er outside the door.

"Sir, is this engraving okay?" After a while, Juan'er came in with a new roll of blank bamboo slips. Looking at the bamboo slips on the table, she felt that the words were pretty good.

"It's uneven, and it has ruined the original charm of the words. How can it be said to be good?" Chen Mo rolled up the old bamboo slips, knocked on its head and said, "Take it out."

"Here~" Juan'er took the bamboo slips with some helplessness and left the room.

Chen Mo spread out the new bamboo slips, and the moment he picked up the carving knife, a sense of familiarity came to him. Looking at the blank bamboo slips in front of him, although there were no words on them, in Chen Mo's eyes at this moment, they were already finished products. What he had to do now was to clean up the impurities stuck on the words.

The carving knife slid slowly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and debris kept flying from the bamboo slips. Chen Mo moved very quickly. In less than a quarter of an hour, he had already carved more than fifty words, which was more than ten times faster than the speed of two words in half an hour before.

In one hour, the bamboo slips were already carved.

Looking at the bamboo slip in his hand, Chen Mo suddenly felt that the shape of the bamboo slip was a bit too crude, so he carefully polished the edges of the bamboo slip and carved a few patterns.

After making such revisions until the evening, Chen Mo was finally satisfied with the bamboo slip. After asking Yun Si to help him wrap it up, Chen Mo returned to the bedroom. He knelt in the study all day, his legs were numb, and he was quite tired. Now that things have been done, Chen Mo fell asleep almost immediately after worshiping the system gods. Even Yun Si came to help him undress, which was done in a half-asleep state.

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