Chapter 342 I am different from them, different, what is the difference
Chapter 342 I am different from them, different, what is the difference? (Please subscribe, vote and reward)
Li Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Cheng Chubi appear. "Come here quickly. I've seen Master Yan who will be the supervisor."
Cheng Chubi looked up and down in confusion, and couldn't help but his eyes lit up. "I've met Mr. Yan before. Why do I feel that Mr. Yan looks familiar?"
I saw the handsome-looking Master Yan twitching his lips and returning the salute to Cheng Chubi with a smile on his face.
"I, Yan Lide, is the brother of Yan Liben, a doctor in the imperial family."
Cheng Chubi immediately became happy. Sure enough, no wonder he looked familiar. Sure enough, he was as aloof and arrogant as Yan Liben, with a very artistic temperament.
"It turns out that he is Master Yan's brother. I am disrespectful. I didn't expect to meet both of you. It seems that you and Xiaguan are really destined."
Yan Lide looked at the cheerful Cheng Chubi in front of him. Instead of being happy, his face turned a little dark. What a fate, this is not what I want.
My own brother, but the shameless old Cheng family suffered a lot. As a brother, I also heard his blood-filled and tearful confession.
Unfortunately, he is also a civil servant and artist who has no strength and is only good at calligraphy and painting, but not good at free fighting.
But he didn't expect that he would actually interact with Cheng Sanlang, which immediately made Yan Lide be more vigilant and muster up all the energy to deal with it carefully.
Don't let this kid get the chance to pester you. This is a lesson learned from his own brother's blood and tears.
"Cheng Taichong is so kind, Li Bingbu, look..." Yan Lide took the initiative to take a step back and looked at Li Ji.
But Li Ji laughed happily and pointed his finger at Cheng Chubi.
"Cheng Sanlang is in charge of today's matter. Li is just responsible for supervising the matter according to the holy order, and also to ensure that this place is not disturbed by others."
The reason why it is placed in Yanjia Hall is of course that the war games and sand table are of great significance in helping military operations.
But when it comes to how to make it, Li Ji, a Minister of the Ministry of War who has been either scratching or brushing for many years, is indeed an outsider.
Yan Lide turned his head and looked at Cheng Sanlang who was looking at him with a smile on his face. He always felt that this boy had evil intentions.
"Master Yan, what I want to make is actually not complicated. These are the drawings I drew last night..."
Cheng Chubi touched his left chest, hmm... that's not right. He reached out and touched his right chest and took out two drawings.
Yan Lide couldn't help but squint his eyes. Fortunately, he didn't see the stick figure with a strange and frightening style that his brother Yan Liben said.
It was just relatively simple lines, which made Yan Lide sigh in relief and raised his hand to take it.
"This one is needed for sand table production, and this one is for various things needed for war game deduction."
"The length and width of the sand table are two to one, but since it needs to be piled with sand, its load-bearing requirements are very high..."
After all, Cheng Chubi is a good young man who loves his job and is dedicated to his job. Once he starts doing serious work, he will never smile playfully.
Yan Lide poked at the drawing with his fingers and made signs. At this moment, Yan Lide felt a little unhappy.
"Cheng Taichang, is it too simple for you to do things? There are only these two drawings. Is there nothing else?"
Cheng Chubi looked a little shy as he greeted the brother of the great artist Yan. "There is more detailed information, but... it's not suitable to show it out."
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Seeing this scene, Li Ji couldn't help but walked over.
"Is there anything inappropriate? I didn't see Master Yan getting anxious. The sooner this matter is done, the more your Majesty will feel at ease..."
"No, my nephew is worried that Master Yan can't understand my manuscript..." Cheng Chubi's face was a little dark, and he was really a little confused.
"Haha..." At this moment, Yan Lide, who is considered a top master in both artistic and architectural abilities in this era, was not happy.
"What do you think I can't understand? I'm not only very knowledgeable about Han Li.
Even if you use the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty, even the official of the large seal script of the pre-Qin Dynasty can know a thing or two..."
Cheng Chubi felt tired for a while and almost wanted to quarrel with him, but he thought that after all, this was the brother of the artist Yan Da whom he liked very much.
I could only endure it and said, "I'm different from them, really different."
Li Ji, a half-literate man, finally couldn't bear the military commander's violent temper and began to get angry.
"What's the difference? Take it out quickly. Don't look down on others because you are the most educated one in the old Cheng family."
"Chengchengcheng, here you go, take a good look at it." Cheng Chubi reached out helplessly to his left chest, and then took out a stack of paper from his arms.
Li Ji took it in his hand and spread it out to take a look. His expression immediately changed and his eyes widened.
Yan Lide on the side also came forward to take a look, and it was no better. After a long while, he poked the paper with his finger uncertainly.
"What are you drawing on this?"
"..." Cheng Chubi's face immediately darkened. "These are Chinese characters. I told you that you don't believe it even if you don't understand."
Li Ji, who had lived for decades and had never seen wild and barbaric people, but could only understand the indescribable medical prescriptions, immediately turned black.
He poked at the line that looked like an earthworm crawling all over the ground, and turned to look at Cheng Chubi.
"Cheng Laosan, are you sure this thing is a word?"
Cheng Chubi reluctantly braced himself, pointed to the handwriting of this era, and read it in a handwriting that only he could understand.
"This means height. This sentence is: the height of the legs of the sand table is two feet and three inches..."
"!!!!!" Li Ji and Yan Lide's faces were as dark as the furnaces where roast duck had been roasted for three years.
Looking at those ghost-like talismans, Cheng Chubi smoothly read out the contents of the ghost talismans.
Li Ji silently trimmed his beard and left. He felt that he was only responsible for security work and there was no need to be as knowledgeable as Cheng Laosan, who had a bad brain.
The main reason is that I'm worried that if I can't hold it in, I'll kick him in the face, which will easily hurt his feelings, and lead to a bad reputation as a bully.
Yan Lide covered his heart with his hand, forcing himself to calm down, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.
"What kind of font is this? Since it is a word, it must have a style, right?"
Cheng Chubi babbled and wanted to give a prescription, but there is no prescription in this era. What should we do?
In the end, Cheng Chubi smiled sheepishly. "This is actually a font invented by Xiaguan himself: sketch style..."
"Oh, I have admired you for a long time." Yan Lide dropped this sentence dryly, turned his head, looked at the generals and supervisors who were standing around dumbfounded, and shouted.
"What are you doing here in a daze? Hurry up and bring me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
After giving the instructions, Yan Lide looked at Cheng Chubi and forced out a smile. "Excuse me for a moment, Cheng Taichang, I will write it."
"What is this for? Actually, Master Yan, you don't have to do this. Anyway, I am idle. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."