The middle-aged scribe was amazed and said: "This method can actually be used in many places. Frankly speaking, not only me, but also the prince praised the prince for being a genius that will not be born in a hundred years."
"From those soaps to sweet potatoes, and from political reform to the so-called national debt, these things all have a common characteristic. Mr. Zhang, have you noticed?"
Zhang Biwu said in a deep voice: "They are inconspicuous when you first see them, but after a period of fermentation, you can realize their power. They are all strategies to strengthen the foundation."
The middle-aged scholar put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, you really have the insight to see fire."
Zhang Biwu smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Stop flattering me. I am just an abandoned son in the political struggle, and now I am even more of a lost dog. How can I have such abilities?"
The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said: "Master Zhang, please don't belittle yourself. The prince said that Master Zhang is comparable to an army of 100,000."
Even though Zhang Biwu knew that there must be something in his words, his spirit could not help but be lifted up a little.
"For the follow-up, does the prince have any advice?" Zhang Biwu asked.
The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said, "No."
"Actually, I have the same idea as the prince. Just light a fire and it is enough. How it burns, how long it burns, and where it burns, not even the person who lit the fire can interfere."
Zhang Biwu said thoughtfully: "In front of a fire, the only ones who can be nearby are those who put out the fire."
The middle-aged scribe chuckled lightly, stood up and said, "Master Zhang, it's time for me to go."
"We say goodbye today and we will meet again tomorrow." Zhang Biwu said goodbye.
"Master Zhang, just stay."
The middle-aged scribe bowed slightly, turned around and left, his figure gradually moving away.
Looking at the leaving figure of the middle-aged scribe, Zhang Biwu pondered for a moment, then looked down at the chess game on the chessboard. After such a delay, he was already covered with a thin layer of snowflakes that started falling again at some point.
snow.
Zhang Biwu suddenly became poetic and opened his mouth and said loudly: "I was surprised to see the coldness of my quilt and pillow, and then I saw the light from the window. It was late at night and I knew the snow was heavy, and I often heard the sound of breaking bamboo."
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"Snowflakes from Yanshan Mountain are like a big mat, and they are blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace. I want to borrow three thousand armors of heavenly soldiers to clear up the vast universe."
Li Chen finished writing the last word, picked up the long scroll in his hand, turned to Wu Qingcang and smiled: "Wu Shuai, how about it?"
Wu Qingcang looked at the wound on Li Chen's forehead that had not fully recovered from the arrow he suffered when the Japanese Liao army attacked him. He was now more heroic than before, and praised: "It's majestic and impressive."
"This flattery is not of a high standard."
Li Chen waved his hand, let out a sigh of relief, and said: "The Liao army swept through, and our army was under great pressure, but it gradually completed its goal of luring the enemy deep. Now the Liao army is pursuing me one hundred and fifty miles deep in Gansu and Shaanxi.
After passing a little further, we arrived at the burial place we prepared for the Liao army. Wu Shuai played an indispensable role in this battle."
After this pursuit, Li Chen's eyes were opened.
Wu Qingcang is indeed worthy of being the successor of the military god of the time, and his commanding skills completely brought the war in the cold weapon era to its fullest.
With absolutely weak troops and weapons and equipment, they have been struggling with hundreds of thousands of Liao troops to this day.
Frankly speaking, if Li Chen had gone in on his own, he would have either been caught by Yelu Shenxuan, or he would have been able to escape and the entire strategic plan would have failed.
There are specialties in the art industry, and Wu Qingcang's ability is indeed inferior to that of Li Chen.
