When the two top losers heard Xiao Han calling them, they trembled all over. They were no longer sleepy, and rushed in as if their buttocks were on fire. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Xiao Han squatting in the corner and rubbing the mud.
Lengzi and Xiaodong looked at each other and were immediately confused: "Master Hou, are you playing in the mud?"
"How can I be so unreliable despite your skill?" Xiao Han straightened up and glared: "Go, you two go find me a bag of sand!"
"Sand?" Xiaodong and Lunzi became more and more confused. Isn't it enough to just play with mud? Do you want to play with sand again?
Seeing that the two of them were still moving, Xiao Han yelled again: "Hurry up and go!"
"Here..."
The confused two people saw that Mr. Hou didn't seem to be joking. They looked at each other and quickly ran out together to look for him. Who said he was Mr. Hou...
Xiao Han shook his head helplessly when he saw the two people running away, and continued to squat on the ground and knead the mud. He hadn't played in many years, and his skills were getting used to it.
Xue Shou stood beside him, staring blankly at Xiao Han's busy work and did not help. However, it was not his fault. Xue Shou seemed to be born with a mysophobia. Every time he saw him, he always looked spotless.
Knowing how could an ancient person get such a noble disease...
"Brother Xiao, what are you doing with this mud?"
"Humph, you've lost your sight. Tell me, after fighting for so many years, don't you know how to improve a little bit, know yourself and the enemy, and be victorious in every battle?"
"You can fight a hundred battles without danger..."
"Well, it's almost the same idea!"
"Know yourself and know your enemy, what does that have to do with mud?"
"How can you know yourself and your enemy if you don't even know the terrain? Don't you know how to make a three-dimensional model?"
"A three-dimensional model?"
Sure enough, he was worthy of being a famous wise man throughout the ages. Although he didn't understand the meaning of these terms, when he saw the mountain bag and the city that Xiao Han pinched in his hand, Xue Shou suddenly had an idea in his mind. He seemed to understand what Xiao Han was going to do.
Got it!
"Master Hou, the sand you want!"
Not long after, Lengzi and Xiaodong came back carrying a sack of sand. The two of them were sincere. The bag was full of sand. It was estimated that it would not weigh more than one or two hundred kilograms.
After finally dragging and lifting the sack into the yard and throwing it on the ground, the two of them collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, with only the strength to breathe!
Xiao Han looked at the two people who looked like dead dogs, and chuckled twice. It was fun to direct people to work. It must be said that Xiao Han still had the narrow-minded thinking of a small citizen...
"Okay, okay, I know you've done your best, so let's go and have a rest."
He stood up and moved the two of them aside. Xiao Han reached out and untied the sack. This kind of sack would be rare in future generations. It was too heavy. A bag alone weighed more than ten kilograms. If water was added, ordinary people would have to carry the sack alone.
Do not move.
After untying the sack, the sand filled with water flowed out and spread all over the ground.
The sand is dry and very fine. I don't know where they found it. It looks golden and very beautiful.
The boss once again praised the two scoundrels and made Xiaodong and Lengzi burst into laughter. Xiao Han then started to work on his own.
He brought a pile of sand to the stone table, which had long been cleaned, and Xue Shou's precious map was immediately put away by him.
Spreading the sand flat on the stone table, Xiao Han tried his best to recall the road conditions from Chang'an to Gaoshan, and this began his journey of "plagiarism".
Of course, how can what Xiao Han do be called plagiarism? Here, Xiao Han is the original author! If anyone dares to come out and say that Xiao Han plagiarized, let Uncle Fool talk to him about the ownership of this thing...
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According to the terrain, the sand is higher in some places and shorter in others. The larger one, representing the mud city of Chang'an, is placed in the south, and the smaller one is placed in the northwest.
The Qinling Mountains must have this, and the Weihe River also remembers this. I don’t have a deep impression of the Gaoshan side. I just remember that there are two big mountains at the city gate. When he crossed over, the cavalry came from the mountains and put the mountains on top.
, and put a few mud bars on the Wei River as a bridge, and you're done!
I kicked the fool and asked him to get some water to wash my hands. I always felt that the mud smelled bad. Is there someone who had washed their hands here? Um, I can’t think about it. I’ll turn it up when I think about it.
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He quickly washed his hands and wiped them on the new clothes on Lunzi's body. Lunzi was so painful that he almost shed tears. Xiao Han kept complaining: This soldier is a soldier and he has no eyesight at all. Be careful about firing you.
squid!
Wash your hands and go back to admire your masterpiece. Although the workmanship is rough and many places are messed up, overall, it is still impressive!
Besides, we were just expressing our thoughts. Didn’t you see that Xue Shou was like Mo Zheng, circling around the table?
"Brother Xiao, your... fantastic ideas are beyond the reach of our generation!" Xue Shou circled the stone table several times, and it took him a long time to find an appropriate word to describe it from the vocabulary library.
Xiao Han.
After saying that, Xue Shou finally stopped before Xiaodong became dizzy, and looked straight at the model made of sand and soil, his eyes getting brighter and brighter!
Ignoring my fetish for cleanliness, I picked up the mud mountain that Xiao Han had made and started filling up the sand table!
Xue Shou's job was that of a military advisor, and he remembered the geography near Chang'an very clearly. After a while, the sand table became richer and richer.
While Xue Shou was playing with it, Xiao Han chased him and explained the function of the sand table to him in detail. From time to time, he asked the fool to break off an elm branch and insert it to distinguish the forest land from the wheat field.
Xue Shou moved very quickly. With almost no pause, he marked out dozens of towns of various sizes around Chang'an on the sand table. Finally, Xue Shou put down the last piece of clay in his hand and took a big step back.
A very complete topographic map appeared in front of the four people. The proportions of the terrain were completely in accordance with reality, and even the highland spread of the terrain was interpreted by the sand!
Xue Shou looked at the miniature terrain on the stone table, feeling filled with emotions!
If logos representing the enemy and ourselves are added to it, wouldn't fighting in the future really be like playing Go, with the commander sitting in the camp, strategizing, and winning the battle thousands of miles away?
"Xiao Han, you must be fifteen or sixteen this year!" After staring at the sand table blankly for a long time, Xue Shou came back to his senses and asked as if he was tired.
"Sixteen years old!"
"Only sixteen..."
Xue Shou sighed with emotion and suddenly walked to Xiao Han. He held Xiao Han's head and started to look over it. He really wanted to split it open to see what was growing inside!
Xiao Han didn't expect that Xue Suo, who had always been steady, would pull his head. When he reacted, his head was almost knocked out by Xue Suo. After a long effort, he escaped from Xue Suo's clutches, covering his red ears and glaring.
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"Are you crazy? What are you doing?!"
"Hahahaha, you look like a 16-year-old now!" Xue Shou looked at Xiao Han's expression and was very happy. He didn't know why he was happy.
"Crazy!" Xiao Han cursed with a smile.
Xue Shou had never heard of this trendy language, and asked instead: "What kind of disease is neurosis?" After saying that, he remembered something again, and quickly caught up: "Oh, stop saying it, it's not a good word anyway...
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Xiao Han laughed: "Crazy is praising you for being smart."
"Oh..." Xue Shouruo felt something, paused for a moment, and suddenly shouted: "Xiao Han!"
"What for?" Xiao Han raised his head and agreed.
"You are so... crazy..."
"..."
Xiao Han was convinced that this mute was suffering...
In fact, after making the sand table, Xiao Han breathed a sigh of relief. There weren't many things that could help Li Shimin without going against the grain. For example, he didn't have the conditions and didn't dare to do it now.
I can make some small things like this that are not too conspicuous and are very useful.
After laughing for a while, Xue Shou and Xiao Han breathed a sigh of relief. After the war, it is really hard to have good things and be happy.
Xue Shou looked up at the sky and realized that the night was already half past. He then looked at Xiao Han who started to yawn. He simply stayed Xiao Han overnight and followed the example of the ancients.
The emotions of the ancients were relatively real. Although there were also intrigues, it can be said that the ancients really took the word righteousness very seriously when it came to their friends!
In today's society, if two grown men sleep in the same bed, I'm not saying it's absolutely expensive. I guess most people will look at each other strangely. But in the Tang Dynasty, if friends came over and slept with the host, it was a treatment that only a good relationship could enjoy.
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Moreover, in the morning, the master's wife still needs to come to greet you. This will be left to future generations. She also comes to greet you. If you don't scratch your face, it will count as a strong face...
Lengzi and Ergou went to the guest room after dozing off, while Xiao Han and Xue went into the main room, then threw themselves on the bed and fell asleep immediately.
By the time Xue Shou sorted out the account books he had brought back, Xiao Han had already slept like a dead pig, but he didn't know what he was dreaming about. Tears flowed down his face, and Xue Shou felt sour in his heart.
He had already known Xiao Han's performance on the battlefield today. Behind the smile on the surface, who knew how much pain was hidden behind the smile...
In the early morning of the next day, before the sun had fully risen, Xiao Han was dragged out of bed by Xue Shou while he was still confused.
Xue pulled it a few times and found that Xiao Han was like a dead pig and couldn't pull it at all. He shouted hello to the outside, and Lunzi and Ergou immediately rushed in to put armor on Xiao Han. Xiao Han screamed in shock.
"You guys are crazy! What kind of leather armor are you wearing on this hot day? Are you going to heat me to death?!"
"Master Marquis, today we are going to welcome King Qin's great victory. You are Lord Wu. Logically speaking, you must wear armor. If you don't wear armor, you must wear thirty military sticks..." Xiaodong hurriedly put the leather armor on Xiao Han's body.
Quickly explain to Xiao Han.
"Why the hell is it a military stick again? Can't there be a different approach?"
"No, or behead your head, it's your choice..."
"Let's go through the armor..."
Xiao Han still knows the principle of a good man not taking advantage of his immediate situation...
A few people had a lot of work, mainly because Xiao Han was too stupid and dishonest, so he just didn't help...
To their amazement, a few people finally hurried to the city gate before King Qin entered the city.
At this time, the city gate was already full of people. Looking around, it was crowded, and everyone was standing on their feet to look far away. Although the scene was a little noisy, everyone was full of excitement.
Xiao Han followed Xue Shuang obediently. He originally wanted to find a corner to stop, but Xue Shuang pulled him tightly and dragged him to the middle position.
Xiao Han was pulled forward and had to hold on to his helmet. The leather armor was too big. A helmet on his head was like a pot lid, and he couldn't see the road...
Xue Shou was a heavyweight in Li Shimin's camp. As soon as he came to the city gate, he couldn't stop greeting the people next to him and didn't even care about Xiao Han.
Poor Xiao Han only knew Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui here. They were still standing at the back. He didn't recognize any of the officials who could be seen from the front. Thinking of the miserable appearance of bumping into Shangguan in later TV dramas, Xiao Han couldn't help but think...
The body shrank back...
Next to him, a fair and fat young man saw Xiao Han's funny look on retreating, and turned to look at Xiao Han with a smile.
Xiao Han also noticed this fat man at this time. Judging from his clothes, he was not a military attaché, and anyone who could be a civil servant standing here must have a name. He didn't want to get into trouble, but since they met each other, it would be too rude not to say hello.
