The two hundred and fortieth chapters are evenly matched
I looked at the time displayed on the pager, closed my eyes and thought about the purpose of this trip, and got the hexagram "Sui" and "Dui".
The main hexagram body is used, and the changed hexagram is compared with the sum. It is converted into a key, and the shock is moved. That is, the key was lost while running, and the analysis of the King of Bing is indeed correct.
The hexagram changed to the west, so the direction we want to explore next is the west.
The upper sunda in the mutual hexagram is the chariot symbol, and the lower hexagram is Gen. I began to feel confused about the result of this hexagram.
The hexagram showed the place where the car could be seen. I once suspected that my deduction was wrong. How could I see the car in this deep mountain and old forest?
There is only a small road leading to another barren mountain in the west. There is no means of transportation at all. This is completely unrealistic.
Then I used two other methods, and the results were the same.
I gave up the interruption and continued to calculate. I believed that no matter how hard I measured, I would still get this result.
Grandpa once said that if you calculate the same thing more than three times on the same day and time, there is no need to calculate again.
Maybe the timing is wrong, when the secret is most difficult to pry into. In this case, you should give up decisively and try again at another time.
Excessive calculations will only affect previous judgments. When my grandfather helps people calculate, he always uses the first hexagram for analysis. He says three different hexagrams, and the first one is often more appropriate.
"Qin Feng, if you are in trouble, don't force yourself."
After the instant noodles in the travel pot were cooked, Banri saw me staring outside the room without saying a word. He guessed that I might have encountered some difficulties, so he filled a bowl of instant noodles and handed it to me.
"Well, when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will re-calculate. Some of the hexagrams are not close to reality."
Looking at the soaked noodles floating in the sticky rice soup in the bowl, I have to admire Wan Li's creativity.
This time Wanli Cooking only opened a pack of instant noodles. Just when he was sad to think that the food reserves were insufficient on the ninth day of the lunar month and he would go hungry next, Wanli opened a pack of compressed biscuits and threw them into the pot.
I have to admire Wan Li's creativity. A pack of instant noodles and a piece of compressed biscuit made a rice soup noodles similar to the ones I had when I was a child. All three of us were full.
Wan Li said with a smile that this was nothing at all. When their troops were training for the wilderness survival challenge, in addition to compressed biscuits, they were also equipped with dehydrated vegetables, which would be delicious when cooked.
When Chujiu heard about her favorite part of military life, she enthusiastically asked for the dishes to be washed. The day before, she had made a fuss with us about rock, paper, scissors and decided who would wash the pots, saying that this was only fair.
"Chujiu, you like the army so much, why don't you become a soldier?"
Seeing Chujiu's appearance, Wan Li shook his head helplessly and giggled. Every time he talked about life in the army, Chujiu immediately became a good brother who responded to requests.
Wan Li asked Chujiu if he liked the army so much, why didn't he sign up to join the army during college? With Chujiu's quality, he would probably be competed by different troops, and he might even directly join the field or special police force.
With Chujiu being so good at fighting, he must be the king of soldiers among the new recruits. After being promoted in the army for three years, he went to the military academy. Upon graduation, he was awarded the rank of lieutenant, and at worst he could become a company commander.
After cleaning the tableware, Chujiu curled his lips and said disdainfully that he just liked to listen to stories about the army to kill the boredom. Then he whispered in a low voice, the old man said that he was destined to be a Taoist boy, so he could only be a Taoist priest, and he worked hard to become a god.
It's better than being a soldier.
Wan Li smiled regretfully and told us that he was once the worst soldier in the company and never thought of becoming the king of soldiers.
Wan Li is from Hubei. He was born in a small village below Jingzhou, Hubei. He has an older sister who has just started working and a younger sister who is still studying. He belongs to a not wealthy family.
"Are you from Hubei? Why don't you have a Hubei accent? Your Mandarin is better than mine. I always thought you were from the capital."
Chujiu looked at Wan Li in disbelief and said that this was the first time he met the best Hubei people who spoke Mandarin.
"Then I'm sure, Laguo (who) is like you, and as soon as I hear it, I'll be exposed that I'm from Sichuan."
Wan Li actually started communicating with Chujiu in Sichuan dialect. Chujiu asked him how he could speak Sichuan dialect, and Wan Li said that he had been trained in the army.
A few years ago, two bosses from Sichuan traveled to Beijing.
Since I was not familiar with the geographical environment of Beijing, I bought a map for convenience, and the two of us opened the map to study it on the bus.
A: "We will fight to Tiananmen first, then to the *** Memorial Hall, and finally to..."
B: "If we want to win, we will follow the route you mentioned and kill all the way." (Note: "kill" in Sichuan dialect here means "go".)
The Beijing passengers on the same train had a strong awareness of anti-terrorism and decisively reported the incident to the police. Later, the two bosses were transferred to the public security organs and were released after explaining the situation for a long time.
The two of them were extremely depressed. They didn't expect to find Tiananmen Square on the bus, but instead were sent to Tiananmen Square by a police car.
When they arrived at Tiananmen Square, looking at the endless flow of people and the magnificent buildings in the square, the two of them were so shocked that they didn't speak for a long time.
A felt a little uncomfortable not speaking, so he couldn't help but ask B: "Are you so lazy that you don't want to talk?"
B: "If you don't even shoot, how dare I open my mouth?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was arrested by plainclothes investigators and taken to the nearby public security bureau.
(Note: "Kaiqiang" means "speaking" in Sichuan dialect.)
The two were inexplicably fined and imprisoned for forty-eight hours due to public security issues.
Two days later, the two of them walked out of the Public Security Bureau again. You looked at me, and I looked at you.
One of the bosses said: "It's so peaceful here. My bags have been emptied. Where is the bank? Why don't I go get some bullets?"
They happened to be heard by the armed police standing guard at the door, who rushed up and pushed the two of them to the ground. (Note: "Bullet" in Sichuan dialect here means "money".)
Finally, the Ministry of Public Security issued a notice and specially hired teachers to conduct multi-local dialect training for police officers on duty in important places such as Tiananmen Square.
This is why Wan Li speaks Sichuan dialect.
Wan Li stared at the serious Chujiu, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, and I realized that the always cool King of Soldiers also had a humorous side.
Chujiu actually believed it and asked Wanli what dialect he knew. Wanli laughed so hard that he realized that Wanli was just teasing him.
"Are you risking your luck? What do you want? Don't imitate me, I'll call you a bastard!"
Like a provoked lion, Chujiu suddenly stood up, stared, pointed at Wanli, and spoke a string of dialects that I didn't understand.
Wan Li nodded, admitted that he was wrong, and never laughed at Chujiu Mandarin again.
I asked Chujiu what he had just said. Chujiu turned his head away arrogantly and snorted, ignoring me.
Wan Li laughed and said that he didn't expect that Chujiu could speak Hubei dialect. The meaning of the sentence just now was:
"You don't know how powerful I am, do you? Maybe I want to fight, but I don't understand the world, so I'll hit you!"
I see. It seems that Chujiu got along well with the Hubei classmates in his dormitory and learned the authentic dialect.
These two are equally skilled and bickering, no wonder they have so much fun every time they get together.
Wan Li was lying on the hay bed, staring at the roof of the wooden house, with strong memories in his eyes, and continued to talk about his life in the army.
When Wan Li went to school, his academic performance was not good, and he was famous for being naughty and mischievous in school. Wan Li smiled slightly, maybe he was the only boy in the family, and his parents doted on him a little too much, so he was so naive at first.
His grades in the high school entrance examination were just good enough to enter high school, and Wan Li also knew that the hope of entering university in the college entrance examination was too slim for him.
When I was in my second year of high school, there was recruitment in the county. Wan Li's township had a quota, and there were only a few boys who met the requirements. The village cadres did some ideological work with Wan Li's parents.
Coupled with Wan Li's own wishes, he filled out the application for enlistment.
Wan Li told us that his purpose in joining the army was not, as the village cadre said, "if one person joins the army, the whole family will be honored", but that he would receive a stipend after retirement and be able to find a job when he returned to his hometown.
After successfully entering the armed police force, Wan Li met his fellow villager Jia Jun and became his best friends.
Not only did the two of them share bunk beds in the dormitory, but they also had similar results in the company, ranking first and second from the bottom all year round. They became ruffians in the eyes of others. On the contrary, the two of them were proud of this and became even more inseparable.
In their third year in the army, the two began to plan to open a small restaurant in Wuhan for their parents after receiving the allowance after being discharged.
Later, during a mission to assist in an anti-drug operation, Jia Jun blocked Wan Li's bullet from him in order to save Wan Li and was seriously injured.
After returning to the army after the mission, Wan Li seemed to be a different person, becoming taciturn.
Except for training and going to the medical office to visit Jia Jun every day, he always locked himself in the dormitory alone at other times.
In the end, Jia Jun was unable to continue to stay in the army for high-intensity training due to physical injuries, and was discharged from the army six months early and changed jobs.
The day Jia Jun left the army, Wan Li cried heartbrokenly. Jia Jun comforted Wan Li and joked that after he left, no one would compete with Wan Li for last place.
Wan Li only remembered that when Jia Jun got on the commuter bus, he told him with his lips that Wan Li was also the king of soldiers in his eyes.
Wan Li took the initiative to go to the company commander to review his training. It was because he did not train seriously, which led to injuries to his comrades. The old company commander nodded and said that Wan Li would be a good soldier.
From that day on, Wan Li participated in every training session with a desperate attitude.
After a ten-kilometer long run, Wanli ran an extra five kilometers. Carrying a ten-kilogram weight, Wanli just picked up a few rocks and stuffed them into his backpack. Training with a gun, Wanli bit his lip until it bled, just to hold on for one more second...
After each training session, Wan Li dragged his wounds all over his body and walked into the bathhouse to wash them with cold water. Only the bone-piercing pain made Wan Li temporarily forget the guilt in his heart.
Half a year later, there was a military training competition on the eve of retirement. Wan Li became the king of soldiers that year, was selected by the reconnaissance company, and continued to stay in the army, but he never felt the joy of being the last one.