Chapter 416 Riding a donkey and looking for a donkey
"This old bastard! He was trying to comfort himself, but he actually beat himself up! He even ate a bowl of noodles for free, which is simply shameless!"
After cursing and going back to his hut, Xiao Han was still angry. He looked at the wooden door, raised his foot and kicked it! As a result, he accidentally used a little more force, and his toes hurt...
"Oh, it hurts!" Xiao Han said while covering his toes. He felt that the only luck today was this wooden door! If it were replaced by an iron door, two of his toes would have to be broken...
He was injured, and there was no need to take a shower! He felt at ease and found an excuse for his laziness. Xiao Han jumped onto the bed, covered his head and fell asleep! As for Lao Sun's troubles, just two words, he deserves it!
After a night of silence, when I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.
I stretched myself out of bed and took a look. I saw that Xiaodong was asleep in the room outside. He went over and kicked his feet twice without waking up.
Looking at the two people sleeping in extremely indecent postures, Xiao Han suddenly felt that if an assassin came last night and tied him up and carried him away in a big way, these two idiots wouldn't be able to open their eyes and look...
He pursed his lips and felt a little thirsty. Reasonably, Xiao Han told Xiao Han to leave these two alone and find water first! Who said the pickles last night weren't salty? Wouldn't they be salty if you ate too much?
The teapot on the table was dry, so Xiao Han began to rummage through the cabinets to find other teapots. After working for a long time, he found several teapots, but there was not a drop of water in them!
Shaking the last purple clay pot on the window sill vigorously, Xiao Han could only sigh helplessly when he heard the empty sound inside: It's a strange thing for the dignified Marquis to go out to fill the water by himself!
Sigh, sigh, you still have to drink water, no one else can count on it, you can only do it yourself...
He pulled the latch and opened the door. Unexpectedly, before Xiao Han could step out, an old face almost hit him. Xiao Han was so frightened that he almost smashed the purple clay pot in his hand!
"Hou...Hou Ye?"
"Old Feng?"
At the door of the house, an old man and a young man stared at each other for a long time. After they saw each other clearly, they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"What are you doing? Why did you come to see me so early in the morning?" Xiao Han asked Lao Feng, holding back his thirst.
Old Feng seemed to have stayed up late last night, and his eyes were a little red. Hearing this, he smiled at Xiao Han, carefully took out a stack of paper from his arms and handed it over: "Xiao Hou, you asked me to draft yesterday
I’ve written the stuff, so I won’t send it over for you to review!”
"Why did you write it so quickly?" Xiao Han was a little surprised. He reached out to take the paper, flipped through a few pages and asked Lao Feng: "Did you stay up all night last night just to write this?"
Old Feng seemed to have been guessed by Xiao Han, his old face turned red, and he stuttered: "No, no, I squinted for a while! We also want to let people in other places use the rollover as soon as possible, right?
It doesn’t matter if it’s a bit tiring…”
"Oh~" Xiao Han nodded in a long voice, and Old Feng's old face suddenly became so red that he couldn't even look at it.
In fact, everyone knows this. It was Lao Feng who wanted to finalize the matter as soon as possible, so he wrote the memorial overnight. He also had to make his words more beautiful. It was typical that he wanted to build a memorial arch instead of saying that.
It is a virtue to see through but not tell off. There is no need to expose others on such trivial matters. Xiao Han lowered his head and looked at what Lao Feng had written seriously. Except for raising his head and not writing, everything else he wrote was very detailed! Except for the textual explanation, at the end
There is also a picture on the page! Let people know how the rollover is made at a glance.
He smacked his lips. Although he was unbearably thirsty, but looking at Old Feng who was both excited and tired, Xiao Han decided to be a good person and send Buddha to the West.
Leading Old Feng into the house again, Xiao Han had just laid the first page on the desk when Old Feng, who was sophisticated in the world, had already begun to sharpen his ink.
I don’t know how he could grind without water. Anyway, Xiao Han felt a little rumination in his stomach when he picked up the pen...
"Today in Hanzhong, Feng Wenjie, the magistrate of Jishui County, proposed to restore the keel waterwheel of the ancestors and dedicated it to the Holy One, hoping to spread it..."
With a wave of the brush, the beginning of the memorial was written in the blink of an eye! Put down the pen, pick it up and blow dry the ink, and then appreciate it carefully!
Well, not bad! The writing is very smooth! This character is much prettier than the one I wrote before! It’s almost catching up with Wang Youjun’s level...
(Note, Wang Xizhi once served as General Youjun, so later generations often call him Wang Youjun. His calligraphy works are Youjun calligraphy, not Xizhi's calligraphy.)
I don’t know if Wang Youjun would crawl out of the grave and strangle Xiao Han to death after hearing this. Anyway, Old Feng took it from Xiao Han’s hand carefully and kept it as if he had found a treasure.
What's wrong with the ugly characters? What's wrong with one being big and the other being small? As long as it has your name on it, it's worth a thousand dollars!
When Lao Feng reached this age, he no longer wanted to be promoted or make a fortune. He just wanted his name to be heard in heaven, his resume to be better looking, and his return to his hometown to be more prosperous!
Old Feng solemnly raised his hands towards Xiao Han, turned around and ran away without even saying hello, making it look like Xiao Han would rob him of his things.
It's hard to be a good person these days! You only work for others, but no one cares about you, your throat is almost smoking, and no one greets you.
Cursing in his heart that he was heartless, Xiao Han threw down his brush and went out to look for water. This time, when the Jade Emperor came, he had to wait until he finished drinking the water!
"Water, give me water! I'm going to die!" Xiao Han rushed into the kitchen like an arrow, and without saying a word, Xiao Han started looking for water!
When the fat cook who was making dough inside saw him, he quickly threw the dough away and rushed over to pour a full bowl of water for Xiao Han.
"Master Hou, the water is here! Drink it quickly."
Hey, there were so many people, but the fat cook was the most considerate! Looking at him gratefully, Xiao Han took the bowl and drank it all!
The water is boiled spring water, and it has a sweet taste when you drink it. It is much better to drink than that peasant woman's three punches that hurt...
Speaking of which, no one here in Xiao Han drinks cold water anymore, not even the farmers who work in the fields! After all, anyone who sees so many twisting and twisting bugs in unboiled water under a microscope will develop it.
It is a good habit to drink cold water.
With a bowl full of water in his stomach, Xiao Han seemed to be able to hear the sound of the water slapping when he shook it.
"Comfortable..." He threw down the bowl and let out a comfortable sound. Xiao Han felt that all the pores in his body were stretched!
"Master Hou, why are you so thirsty? Are everyone else dead?" The fat cook asked angrily as he waited for Xiao Han to sit down.
Xiao Han touched his belly and sighed: "It's almost as if he's not dead! The two bastards came back at some point last night and didn't wake up until now! Hey, didn't you go too? Do you know when they will come back?
of?"
"You mean Xiaodong and Lengzi?" The fat chef scratched the back of his head and said to Xiao Han with some embarrassment: "Well... I don't know. I came back early last night, but I heard them say this morning
:When I was walking back last night, I found that the Marquis’s donkey was gone, and then a lot of people came everywhere looking for it. It must have been quite late..."
