The Romance of a Gentleman in the Sui and Tang Dynasties Chapter 170 The old father who is carrying the black cauldron and carrying the burden forwards it, thank you
Chapter 170 The old father who is carrying the black cauldron and carrying the burden forwards it, thank you
Chapter 17o
This is really chess, which has been handed down from the Spring and Autumn Period to this day. It consists of three instruments: chess, chopsticks, and game.
The chess pieces are carved from ivory. They are: Xiao, Lu, Pheasant, Calf, and Sai (two pieces).
Chopsticks are equivalent to dice, and chopsticks must be thrown before playing chess. The game is a square chessboard.
During the competition, "throwing six chopsticks and playing six chess pieces" involves a battle of wits, attacking and forcing each other, and killing the opponent.
The military system during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period consisted of a team of five people and a team leader, for a total of six people.
At that time, the football game used as a military training also had six players per side.
Over a sip of wine, the considerate old father Yang Ning explained patiently and finally made a conclusion.
"The method of competition is to divide the cavalry and advance side by side. Attack each other and force the other party to die. I have heard this before, but it was created by military strategists. I don't know whether it is true or not."
"However, this chess game coincides with the art of war and is quite popular among our army in the Sui Dynasty.
That day, Tang Gong and my father had a good fight, but it was a pity that my son did not see his father fighting with all his strength and winning every battle."
Mrs. Han's eyebrows relaxed and her eyes curled up, looking at her husband with admiration.
"Yes, in those days, every time your father and I returned home, your grandpa and your father would have a few games, often ending up at midnight."
Yang Ning stretched out her warm hand and gently covered the back of Han's hand, smiling tenderly.
"At that time, it was a blessing that I had my wife by my side to make tea for me to relieve my fatigue. Otherwise, my husband would not be able to survive my husband."
"No matter what my husband said, my father's chess skills are not as good as my husband's. He won't give up until he wins every time, which hurts my husband..."
Look, look, look, it's started again, the passionate couple is spreading dog food.
The full screen real damage halo, unable to dodge, unable to reduce damage... Yang Qian had goosebumps all over his body.
Fortunately, the considerate and cute little Wujia let out a big yawn.
Finally, the immoral behavior of parents showing affection in front of singles was stopped at the right time.
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Yang Qian stared at the chessboard, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, yo yo yo, isn't the gift ready-made?
No, maybe, it should be more beautiful and more playable.
"Mom, the kid smells like alcohol. Why don't you take your sister to rest first? The kid has something he wants to talk to his father about."
"Okay, then you two have a good chat, and I will go with Wu Gu first."
When my mother left the room, she met her father Yang Ning's doubtful eyes.
Yang Qian chuckled, picked up the wine flask, and filled another glass for the veteran cadre Yang Ning, who already had a drunken look on his face.
"Dad, come on, my son will go with you today?"
"Qian'er, aren't you unwilling to drink?"
Yang Qian also smiled helplessly.
"It's not that I'm not happy, it's just that my child has a low drinking capacity. But these days when I'm dealing with people, I finally understand why it's hard to refuse hospitality."
I saw Da Lang who had a stubborn and stubborn personality in the past that gave him and his wife a lot of headaches.
Nowadays, his character has made great progress. It can even be said that his son's progress has far exceeded what he and his wife expected.
Yang Ning was so relieved that she naturally would not refuse her son's invitation to drink.
Although it’s usually a cup to a sip, if you’re happy, it doesn’t matter if you drink more.
While Yang Qian was observing his old father's condition, he began to tentatively ask about chess games.
I have to admit that Yang Ning, his mature and wise father, is indeed an excellent chess master.
Whether it's Go, chess, double six, Persian chess, etc...
Yang Ning is able to quote classics and clearly explain the origins, advantages and disadvantages of various types of chess.
Yang Qian worked hard to show the attitude of the best listener, and even asked Zhili to bring pen and ink.
He said that he wanted to copy down his father's thoughts and so on. Then he drove out all the idle people in the hall.
Then, his sinful hands continued to reach for the wine bottle. "Come on, father, drink more, and we will continue..."
Under Yang Qian's repeated persuasion to drink with ulterior motives, Yang Ning, a handsome and average-drinking old man, was finally brutally murdered by his own son.
"Father, father?..." Yang Qian stretched out his hand and pushed gently to make sure that Yang Ning was really drunk.
I picked up my pen and started writing furiously, but I heard Yang Ning's deep snoring.
He put down his pen anyway, took a blanket from the side and covered him carefully.
Then, continue to put pen to paper. "The design, playing methods and rules of new chess - Yang Ning."
Yang Ning suddenly shivered in her sleep, frowned, and continued to sleep deeply.
However, the flickering candlelight on the table perfectly outlined the vigorous and handsome outline of the diligent Yang Qian.
Similarly, the light also hit Yang Ning's body and fell on the wall, making it appear round, like a dark pot...
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The next morning, I had a comfortable sleep. After waking up, I took a shower.
I came to the front hall as a habit, ready to enjoy the exquisite breakfast prepared by my wife.
But he saw Mrs. Han sitting next to the desk at the moment, with excitement shining on her face.
He watched with interest as his son Yang Qian poked his fingers on the desk, muttering something unknown.
Seeing Yang Ning stunned at the door, Han stood up and came over, smiling sweetly.
"Husband, you are finally awake. Come here quickly. I have already cooked mutton porridge for you. Drink some to warm your stomach."
"My lady is interested, what are you doing?"
"It seems that my husband drank too much yesterday and completely forgot about what he did."
Han smiled softly, with that charming and flirtatious look, which made the boss... Yang Ning, a veteran cadre, feel in his heart.
"Why don't you remember what you did?"
Han led Yang Ning to the table. Yang Ning looked at a piece of rice paper placed on the table.
There are many grids drawn on the rice paper, and then there is a rectangular frame in the middle, with the four characters Chu, River and Hanjie written inside.
There are also thirty-two small pieces of paper cut into circles, each with a lot of handwriting written in black ink and cinnabar.
There are sixteen small pieces of paper on each side, all placed in corresponding positions, looking exceptionally neat.
The words written by Qian'er on the small piece of paper made Yang Ning suddenly feel...
These are just pictures drawn on paper, but they somehow give people a sense of chill.
Yang Ning sat down in confusion, looking at this extraordinarily novel thing.
"Commanders, soldiers, prime ministers, horses, chariots, cannons, pawns... Hey, Qian'er, these are..."
"Father, have you forgotten?" Yang Qian showed a look of real astonishment. "My child made this according to your instructions."