After listening to the potter's inquiry, Lu Su explained: "This is a special case. This child should be a resident of the Shanyue village that I recently destroyed. Taifu knows that there are many people in the Shanyue village who have been with Jiangnan for many years."
Or the people who were captured. After I brought them back, some of them were placed in the fields by Sima Lang, and some were homeless and strong people, or they were voluntarily incorporated into the mountain barbarian camp by me. After all, the mountain barbarian camp was also
It needs to be expanded.”
Speaking of this, Lu Su paused and said, "This child should have voluntarily surrendered to the army."
Upon hearing this, the pottery merchant smiled bitterly and said: "So, your mountain barbarian camp is quite unworthy of its name. There are all kinds of barbarian camp, but it is still a pure barbarian camp. Let's just call it a bastard camp."
Lu Su looked a little embarrassed: "Master, please don't make fun of me."
The potter patted him on the shoulder, then walked up to the young man with stubborn eyes and asked, "How old are you? Are you thirteen?"
Although he knew that the person in front of him was a master who could control his own life and death, the young man was still not afraid at all, and his voice did not tremble at all. "There is no thirteen, only eleven." "Eleven?"
Not only the pottery merchants, but also Guo Jia, Lu Su, Zhuge Liang and others were stunned.
To be so big at the age of eleven, this boy is really precocious.
The eleven-year-old half-grown child can almost be compared with Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi in terms of figure.
What did this child grow up on?
Sima Yi chuckled and said: "That's a lie! I think you must be at least fifteen, why are you pretending to be young if you are eleven?"
When the young man heard this, his expression did not change at all, and he said calmly: "There is something private about age. You are as old as you should be. What good will it do me to lie?"
Not only his size, this child's indifference and maturity are also far higher than those of ordinary teenagers. If the age he reported is true, Tao Shang believes that he must have gone through some inhuman and painful experience to reach this point.
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Tao Shang looked at the child quietly: "Regardless of whether your age is true or false, Tao asked you, why did you laugh at what I just said?"
The young man raised his head and said proudly: "What you said is wrong, why can't I laugh?"
"Bold!" Mr. Ma said angrily: "How dare you say that what Taifu said is wrong? Are you looking for death?"
Guo Jia couldn't stand it from behind.
These Pojunhous are too snobbish.
Guo Jia helplessly patted Ma Zhong on the shoulder and said, "Hey, hey, can you just calm down for a while?"
Ma Zhong didn't dare to say anything when facing Guo Jia. He hurriedly shut up and lowered his head, but he still stared at the young man in annoyance.
The pottery merchant was happy after hearing what the young man said: "Tell me, what did I say wrong?"
The young man looked at Ma Zhong, Jia Hua and the other four military princes, and said, "You said they are capable of generals, which is wrong."
The faces of Ma Zhong and the other four military princes suddenly turned red.
The potter raised his eyebrows: "Is there any problem with this?"
"Of course there is a problem. I know what they are capable of. If they are generals, then I can be one too."
When the words fell, except for Tao Shang, Guo Jia, Zhuge Liang and a few others, the rest of the military princes and soldiers of the Shanman camp laughed loudly.
Song Qian smiled and pointed at the child and said, "This brat must have drunk too much, right?"
The young man didn't take it seriously and replied calmly: "Drinking is not allowed in the mountain barbarian camp. Besides, I am just a pawn responsible for transporting food. How can I drink?"
The potter walked over, took the bow he had just used from Ma Zhong's hand, and said to the young man: "You are a hundred steps away, shoot ten arrows at the target, use the same bow as the horse army queen, let
Let me see if what you said is true or false."
The young man took the bow and arrow and said loudly: "Just try it."
Tao Shang said calmly: "Listen to me. If you are as capable as the four military princes as you said, I will still use you as much as you want, even though you are just a young man. But you
If you don't have real talent and knowledge and just try to impress the public, I will show your head to the public as a warning to the three armies."
The young man snorted and said nothing, seemingly not afraid that the pottery merchant would kill him.
People who are not afraid of death have always been the most troublesome.
The boy just easily bent his bow and arrow and started shooting at the target.
A hundred steps away, the young man shot ten arrows in a row, nine of them hit the target, one was slightly off, but one more hit the target than Ma Zhong.
All the officers and soldiers of the Shanman camp who were present stopped laughing when they saw this, and all of them had looks of horror on their faces.
How could a mere yellow-haired boy have such archery skills?
The young man threw down his crossbow, walked to the pottery merchant, and said, "I would like to borrow a sword."
The potter winked at the guard next to him, and the guard brought the sword for the young man to use.
The young man weighed it with his hands for a while and suddenly said: "It's too light. Change the handle to something heavier."
Xu Zhong, who had just wielded his sword in front of the pottery merchant, suddenly turned red.
This sword was obtained by him just now, and this young man actually said it lightly?
In these words, isn’t he despising himself?
The camp also collected a heavier sword for the young man. The young man weighed it before he felt satisfied, and then started playing with it.
Chop, chop, sweep, drag!
The purpose of using the knife was actually demonstrated by this young man step by step. The heavy knife made him swing like a tiger, and it was so powerful that other people's hearts palpitated inexplicably.
This level of swordsmanship is definitely higher than that of Xu Zhong, who was just now.
Whose eleven-year-old child can achieve this level?
After a while, the young man finished dancing the knife and came to the rope that was thrown down from the field. He grabbed one end and winked at Jia Hua provocatively.
Jia Hua was extremely angry, knowing that the young man wanted to compete with him.
Although it doesn't matter if they compare or not, the expression on his young man's face is really unflattering.
If you don't give him some color, he really thinks he is invincible.
Jia Hua strode over, grabbed the other end of the rope, and raised his chin at the young man.
Almost instantly, both of them began to exert force in their hands.
The rope was stretched tightly by the two people, and beads of sweat were dripping from their foreheads. However, they gritted their teeth and neither of them was willing to relax even a step.
Although the two seemed evenly matched at the moment, Jia Hua knew that he had actually lost.
Putting aside everything else, if this kid is really only eleven years old as he said, then he is just a young man at most. His body is not fully developed yet. He is in his prime, but he is plucked from a young man whose hair has not yet fully grown.
A tie, what's the difference between losing and losing strength?
But the actual problem is that Jia Hua really can't shake this young man at all.
The two struggled to maintain a stalemate for a while, but the rope could not withstand the strong force of the two and was finally pulled from the middle.
The two men were evenly matched in terms of strength.
The potter watched quietly as the young man dropped the rope and walked up to him.
"What do you think? The four of them are not generals, are they?" The young man's current tone showed how innocent a young man should be.
Tao Shang smiled calmly and said: "No, the four of them are still talented generals, but you are also... What is your name?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, then straightened his chest and said in a round tone: "Ding Feng!"
"Ding Feng...oh, so that's it...Okay, very good, Ding Feng, from today on, you will move out of the Mountain Barbarian Camp and no longer have to be a food transporter."
Ding Feng was stunned when he heard this and said subconsciously: "If I'm not in Shanman Camp, then where should I go?"
The potter no longer looked at him, turned around and walked towards his tent, saying: "From today until the end of the war between me and Yuan Shao, you will stay with me as my personal bodyguard. It's that simple."