In history, Cao Ang died in the Battle of Wancheng due to Cao Cao's greed and lust when he was very young. Therefore, his talents were not fully displayed in history, which is a pity.
On the contrary, it was his younger brothers Cao Pi, Cao Zhang, Cao Zhi and others who left a heavy mark on the history of China.
But according to what Tao Shang knew in later generations, Cao Cao valued Cao Ang, his eldest son, very highly and devoted all his efforts to training him.
Tao Shang and Cao Cao were old acquaintances. With Cao Cao's character, if Cao Ang had no talent, Cao Cao would definitely not treat him like this just because he was the eldest son.
Moreover, the genes of the old Cao family are all very good. From Cao Pi, to Cao Zhang, Cao Zhi, Cao Chong, etc., they are all important figures in history. Therefore, Tao Shang believes that Cao Ang, as Cao Cao's original ideal successor, must have the ability
It won't be any worse.
If Cao Ang had not died in history, it is estimated that there would be no dispute between Cao Pi and Cao Zhi in the entire Cao family.
Looking through the Xiaochun book written by Cao Ang, Tao Shang became very interested in this young man who was about the same age as himself.
History has undergone major changes. If nothing unexpected happens, this child will not die easily again.
What will happen to the Cao family if he is alive?
Moreover, this child is quite strong, even writing Xiaochun's book has to be compared with his own.
Since this child is so motivated, I should give him some encouragement.
"Bring me a pen and inkstone," the potter ordered to Pei Qian.
When he was young, he saw Pei Qian bringing a pen and inkstone and grinding ink for the potter himself.
The pottery merchant picked up his pen and began to draw on the scroll of slips written by Cao Ang to himself.
He actually found fault with the Xiao Chun Wen written by Cao Ang and made changes.
Finally, the pottery merchant also wrote a paragraph of his own summary and suggestions for improvement at the end, which is easy to understand and very popular.
After finishing the work, the pottery merchant put down his pen and blew gently on the slip. After the ink was dry, he rolled it up and handed it to Cao Jun's envoy with a smile.
"Go back and tell your Mr. Cao that the book he wrote is barely passable in terms of writing style, but the subject matter is not novel enough, the content is not detailed enough, the description is not vivid enough, especially the refreshing points are not enough! And it is somewhat poisonous.
, it needs a lot of improvement.”
The envoy of Cao Jun was stunned for a moment by what the Tao Shang said.
What is this mess?
After the pottery merchant handed the slip to him, he turned his head again, lowered his head and whispered to Pei Qian.
Pei Qian's face suddenly felt embarrassed, and his face turned red and white.
He looked deeply at the pottery merchant, as if he wanted to say something.
But despite his thousands of words, in the face of the potter's stubborn eyes, he finally turned into a long sigh.
It was really my own sorrow and Cao Ang's sorrow to meet such a great master.
Pei Qian took the order and went out to prepare, but saw the pottery merchant smiling at the envoy: "I have also prepared a gift for Mr. Cao to express my gratitude to him for his kindness. After taking it back, you also let him
If you touch it carefully, you will be able to fully understand my feelings."
The envoy had no other doubts and nodded in agreement.
The pottery merchant looked at the Cao Jun envoy up and down for a while, then suddenly asked: "Do you have any money with you?"
The messenger raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.
Tao boy, why are you asking yourself if you have any money?
Although he was quite confused, Cao Jun's envoy still answered honestly: "I brought some with me for emergency use."
The potter turned to look at Guo Jia and found that the prodigal son's eyes were filled with the same excitement as his own.
Guo Jia asked the envoy with a smile: "Can you fight landlords?"
The messenger was completely confused: "What, what is this?
"Fight the Landlord!"
"Nope……"
"No? That's great!" Guo Jia raised his hand and slapped his thigh hard, smiling: "It's going to be okay! Come here! We'll teach you!"
The envoy didn't know the reason and didn't dare to act rashly.
But the pottery merchant stood up and greeted him kindly: "The gift that Pei Qian prepared for Mr. Cao may take a while. What are you waiting for here? I am idle, too. Come here and play with me! Whatever you don’t understand, I’ll teach you!”
The messenger had no choice but to say yes.
…
About half an hour later, Pei Qian walked into the handsome tent carrying a beautifully packed wooden box.
At this moment, the pottery merchant who was sewing and Guo Jia had just won all the five baht in the money bag of Cao Jun's envoy.
"I'll blow it up again!"
Guo Jia threw the leaf card fiercely and said with a smile: "Clean your hands! Hehe, Cao Jun's brother, I gave in. You have lost so much, how polite you are!"
With a dark look on his face, the messenger tremblingly handed over the last few five-baht coins in the money bag, then turned around and walked to Pei Qian's side, picked up the gift box that the pottery merchant asked him to pass to Cao Ang, without even saying hello. , and hurriedly left outside the tent, almost falling down because of his excitement along the way.
Seeing the messenger's disappearing figure, the pottery merchant shouted to him: "Before you come next time, remember to prepare more. This amount will not be enough to pay the tuition."
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After returning to Cao Jun's camp, the envoy immediately went to meet Cao Ang. He first repeated the pottery merchant's words to Cao Ang exactly, and then presented the slips and gift box of the Xiaochun Book to Cao Ang.
Cao Ang unfolded the slip and began to read the corrections made by the potter on his article.
It was okay at first, but as time went on, Cao Ang couldn't move his eyes away, and the young man's face began to turn red, and his breathing became heavier.
The guy named Tao... is such an extraordinary talent!
He said that the content of his article was not detailed enough and the description was not vivid enough... There is indeed nothing wrong with this!
Compared with what he described, there is indeed a world of difference!
How could he describe it so well?
Cao Ang's eyes flashed with a little light, he touched the scroll and said to himself: "What a wonderful book! It is truly a unique book."
After that, he turned to the gift box that the messenger brought back for him.
"This...could it be that the pottery merchant also gave it to me?"
The envoy said respectfully: "Yes, the pottery merchant accepted the young master's women's clothing and asked me to bring him this gift in return. He also asked the young master to touch it carefully. After touching it, he will realize how much he cares about the young master. of gratitude.”
"Sure enough, as my father said, this person's mind is really broad. Hehe, it really shouldn't be underestimated. He didn't even get angry when he accepted the women's rouge, and he even knew how to give me a gift in return... Haha, Tao Taifu is talking to me. Is the young master showing magnanimity? I will be magnanimous like him!"
After that, he opened the lock of the box and reached inside.
The moment he met the pottery merchant and gave him a gift in return, Cao Ang's smile instantly solidified on his face.
All of Cao Ang's men looked at him expectantly.
They also wanted to know what gifts the potter gave their master.
Cao Ang's face became darker and darker, and the veins on his forehead seemed to be pulsing faintly. His small white teeth were clenched tightly, almost to pieces.
When everyone was wondering what was going on, a strange smell suddenly began to spread in the tent.
Cao Ang's lieutenants, army commanders, and others all frowned.
One of Cao Jun's army commanders pinched his nose and said, "What smell is this? It stinks!"
Another military commander also said: "This smell is quite familiar to me... It seems to be the smell of horse manure. Those of us who ride horses often smell it."
A school captain stroked his beard with a smile: "A certain family has been in the army all year round and has dealt with various war horses. After so many years, I know the nature of horses well. I am not bragging about the smell of horse manure! As long as
I can tell if it's dry or dilute just by smelling it... Well, the bubble in the tent should smell quite dilute."
Everyone shared their experiences with each other and made various associations about this stinky smell.
Suddenly, someone asked a very important question.
Where does this horse manure smell come from?
Everyone's curiosity was piqued.
Everyone looked around, looking left and right, and finally, their eyes fell on Cao Ang's hand that reached into the box.
After everyone in the tent realized what was going on, they immediately fell silent.
The atmosphere inside the tent suddenly became more solemn than outside.
How embarrassing.
When I was young, I saw an army commander cautiously saying to Cao Ang: "General, that gift the pottery gave you...?"
"Get out of here!" Cao Ang frowned and bit his lip tightly, as if he was biting his lower lip to draw blood.
Everyone became nervous all of a sudden, and they evacuated the tent one after another, rolling and crawling, for fear that if they were too late, Cao Ang would grab the handle and clean it up.
Soon, there was no one in the tent except Cao Ang.
Cao Ang took out his filthy hands from the wooden box and shouted angrily: "Tao Zidu, I will kill you!"