Being a sycophant is definitely not easy;
It is really difficult to make the superiors think you are capable and interesting at the same time.
To put it simply, you have to grasp the balance between seriousness and liveliness, but it is the most difficult to grasp. Every time, it is equivalent to dancing on the tip of a knife.
Zheng Fan doesn't really like the feeling of "performing" himself in front of big people, but sometimes people are under the eaves and if you don't lower your head, you can't even hide from the rain.
So, I can only look forward to building a house of my own.
While the team was marching, Zheng Fan was ordered to return to Cuiliu Castle.
Jingnan Marquis did not give a reward or any other explanation, but sometimes, not punishing you and letting you go home as if nothing is wrong is already a sign of attitude.
As a soldier, if you cross the border and go to a foreign country to do things on your own without military orders, nothing will happen when you come back. Isn’t this encouragement?
The most important thing is that Zheng Fan feels that he has deepened his impression on Jingnan Hou. Sometimes, gold, silver, jewelry and other possessions are not worth a "Jane in the Emperor's Heart" .
Zheng Fan has no intention of earning money to retire. To a certain extent, he is similar to an entrepreneur who is in the stage of struggling in this world.
In future generations, you give an entrepreneur two choices:
“One million principal” and “Getting to know Jack Ma”,
Which one will he choose?
It was already afternoon when Cuiliu Castle appeared in everyone's sight.
The walls of Cuiliu Fort have been built. Although it still needs many working days to further improve and enrich, it finally has the flavor of a fort.
Zheng Fan took a deep breath. After spending a few days wandering outside, he actually felt homesick.
Blind Bei and others were already waiting on the road outside. Everyone’s faces were filled with warm smiles, as if relatives in their hometown were welcoming the returning wanderers.
Zheng Fan was taken by Siniang to bathe and change clothes first. At the same time, the wound also needed further treatment.
After Zheng Fan left,
The faces of Blind Bei, A Ming, Xue San and Fan Li immediately turned gloomy.
Liang Cheng tied his horse,
seemed to be mentally prepared,
stood still,
seemed to be waiting Go... face the blast!
Xue San squinted his eyes and said:
"Are you having fun?"
Liang Cheng replied honestly:
< p>"I'm very happy.""Oh, I'm very happy."
Xue San jumped up and patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder,
"When you are happy, forget about the brothers, right?"
Liang Cheng still replied calmly:
"It is the Lord's decision."
BeamCheng did not tell lies. This was indeed Zheng Fan's decision. Liang Cheng always thought that he just accompanied his master to the academy to arrest people that day, but his master decided to go to Qian Country for a stroll after the incident at the academy was over. , he didn’t know about it beforehand, of course, he also wanted to go shopping at that time.
At this time, Fan Li, who was standing next to him, pretended to be serious and said like a teacher teaching a student who made a mistake:
"The Lord is not sensible, so are you? ?”
“………” Xue San.
"..." Liang Cheng.
Everyone in the audience suddenly fell silent.
"Ali, are you full for lunch?" Blind Bei asked.
"Eat up. The steamed buns at noon are delicious."
"Oh, when you are full, go over there and move bricks. Let's build the fort as soon as possible. We can move in soon."
"Okay, let's go."
Fan Li turned around and went to move the bricks.
The remaining people, Blind Man, Xue San, A Ming and Liang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.
"A Cheng, do you know what we are most dissatisfied with about this matter?" The blind man said to Liang Cheng from the north.
“I shouldn’t not take you with me.”
“That’s true, but that’s not the point. In fact, none of us, living in this world, There are ways to ensure that we will not be in danger, and we are not afraid of danger.
But the safety of the Lord is very important. We do not want to keep the Lord in the nest all the time. In fact, the Lord is still there. We need to go through ups and downs, otherwise we will not be able to be normal. If the Lord cannot be normal, we will not be able to grow.
But we have a premise, because if the Lord really encounters something unexpected, it is very likely that the seven of us will too. ..."
At this point, the blind man paused and continued:
"So, what we have to do is, if the Lord is really in danger, Yes, the Lord dies before we die. In this way, even if we die, we will die willingly. At least, we will have no regrets.
It is better now that you and the Lord go out and risk your life. Our lives are in danger, so if we leave the five of us here, what can we do here to wait to die suddenly?”
Liang Cheng shook his head and said: “I Wrong."
Blind Bei reached out and patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder, saying:
"Do you know what I am afraid of in the end?"
" You are a bit special, I can’t guess.”
“What I’m afraid of is that, in fact, we have the courage to face death, just a cup of tea, an erhu, and a stick of incense. Going to death in this way is not bad in terms of artistic conception, and it is not unacceptable.
But if something happened when you went swimming two days ago and I was not involved, It will be difficult for me to accept it.
Because before I died,
I was actually drawing construction drawings.Working as a contractor. ”
Liang Cheng understood and nodded.
Death can be accepted, but if there is no ritual sense of death, it cannot be forgiven.
Blind man Bei seemed to have vented his emotions.
He took out another orange from his pocket and peeled it while saying:
"Okay, now let's keep you and the Lord together for the past few days." Tell us about it. "
Speaking,
Blind Bei brought a piece of orange flesh to Liang Cheng's mouth.
Liang Cheng hesitated for a moment,
< p>Finally, he opened his mouth.“Isn’t it sweet? asked Blind Bei.
Liang Cheng shook his head,
"A little sour." "
Blind Bei directly threw the orange in his hand on the ground,
said:
"I guessed that the oranges here are not as good as those in Beifeng County. sweet. "
"..." Liang Cheng.
...
"My lord, how did you get the wound on your back? Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is too miserable. "
Si Niang asked with some distress while helping Zheng Fan treat the wound and apply medicine.
Zheng Fan was really embarrassed to say that he was stabbed by Liang Cheng,
All I can say is:
"On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyesight. ”
“This is really distressing. Lord, please don’t leave me alone next time. How does that stinky zombie know how to serve people?” ”
“Well, I was wrong. "
Admit your mistakes to your woman without losing your masculinity.
"By the way, Lord, didn't you bring back the daughter of the governor? "
" He was taken away by Dujuan from the Secret Service. ”
“That’s such a shame. ”
“What’s a pity?” "
"Originally, we can make a couple. "
"Liang Cheng doesn't seem to be very interested in her. At this point, Zheng Fan frowned slightly and thought, "He seems to be like A Ming. Neither of them is interested in women." "
"Oh, the Nu family is not talking about the daughter and Liang Cheng, but she and Fangcao are a perfect match. "
"Fragrant grass? "
"Yes, one was brought back by A Ming after his father was killed, and the daughter of the Jiedushi was brought back by A Cheng after his mother was killed. , isn’t it a perfect match? "
"Hehehe..."
Although Zheng Fan felt that he shouldn't laugh at this time, he still couldn't help it.
"But it seems that Really, it seems that as men get older, they no longer have any interest in things between men and women. ”
“I have heard of many old men in their seventies and eighties who still use their precious swords.” "
"That's different. Can the old man compare with those two dead people? One is an ageless vampire, and the other is a cold zombie. Their combined age is inferior to that of dozens of old men. "
"Yes."
"Speaking of Fangcao, they probably should arrive at Cuiliu Castle in a while."
"Yes. ”
“My Lord, do you want to take a rest?”
“Fortunately, I’m not very sleepy. I’m a little hungry. I haven’t eaten well these days.”
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"Shall I give you some food?"
"Okay."
"My lord, please wait."
Six Niang He got up, left the room and went to cook.
The room Zheng Fan is currently in is one of the few rooms in Cuiliu Fort that can accommodate people. Most of the barbarian soldiers are actually still living in tents outside the fort. If they want to live in the fort, they have to wait. The construction of Cuiliu Fort was further improved.
Siting up straight from the bed, Zheng Fan picked up a coat, put it on himself, and walked out of the room.
The sun has gradually set in the west, and the afterglow is shining down, giving people a very unreal feeling, but this feeling makes Zheng Fan a little nostalgic.
In the past, I had only "fought wars" while playing games. This time, I personally led the troops out for a walk, and I also captured a city, although I just pretended to be brave and ran away.
Then, he was chased by the army for nearly two days.
To be honest, at this moment, when I recall the scenes of the past few days, I don’t feel much excitement in my heart. What lingers in my mind more is the Qian Guoshu who died on the beacon tower. The soldiers, the veteran general of the Qian Kingdom who marched against the enemy with a gun, and the dozens of barbarian soldiers who had turned into corpses.
"My lord, are you watching the sunset?"
Blind Bei's voice came from one side.
Zheng Fan took a breath, reached out and patted his chest gently, and said:
"Can you make a little noise when you walk in the future?"
"Okay, I will light a lantern when I go out during the day from now on."
"Huh."
"What was the Lord thinking just now?"
"It just happened suddenly. I understand why you like to bask in the sun so much."
"You should be careful if you don't bask in the sun too much."
"What's wrong with you? "
"It's something."
"Say."
"My subordinate used to be a psychiatrist."
" I know."
"So I just listened to Liang Cheng's talk about the past few days and came to provide psychological counseling to the master."
"I don't need it. I'm fine."
"The most common thing drunk people say is that I'm not drunk."
"Okay, let's talk."
"Hey, blind man, your nose belongs to a dog, right?" Siniang happened to come over carrying a large basin of sauerkraut noodles.
The blind man Bei smiled and said:
"When I went to Tumancheng to do business, I met a quite big Erha. I tried it, but its nose was not as sharp as mine. ."
"Come to see me for something?"
"I'm hungry."
"Why have you been hungry for the past few days?"
"If the Lord is not here, you won't be here." The food cooked by others is really not delicious.”
“Okay, move the stool.” Si Niang is not a stingy person.
Blind Bei clapped his hands, and four stools floated up and landed in front of him and Zheng Fan.
Two stools are put together and the other two stools are placed on their sides to serve as chairs.
A large basin of noodles, two bowls, and two pairs of chopsticks were placed on the table.
Originally, she was planning to have dinner with Zheng Fan, but now she can only take advantage of the blind man.
"Blind man, get the noodles yourself."
"Okay."
Blind Bei picked up the chopsticks and started to get the noodles.
"Why don't you use your mind power?" Siniang asked curiously.
"Noodles fished out with the power of your mind have no soul."
"Okay, okay, I can't help you. Lord, eat slowly, I'll give it to you." They will send some."
"Hey, don't go. Is there any garlic? The noodles will taste half as bad without garlic."
"Blind man, I remember you were not good in the past. This bite."
"I suddenly want to eat it."
"Wait, I'll get it for you"
Six Niang will get it soon. A bowl of garlic, all peeled.
Zheng Fan and the blind man sat opposite each other. Zheng Fan was really hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and ate several bites.
"My lord, eat garlic."
Blind Bei picked up two cloves of garlic and handed them to Zheng Fan.
"I don't have this habit." Zheng Fan shook his head.
"You have to try it."
Zheng Fan hesitated for a moment, took the garlic, put one in his mouth, and chewed it.
"My Lord, one more?" Blind Bei handed over another clove of garlic.
Zheng Fan shook his head and said: "You can eat it, I can't eat it like this."
"I won't eat it. It tastes heavy in my mouth."
< p>"..." Zheng Fan."The same is true in life. Lord, don't force things you are not used to, and don't force things you don't want to do. Don't be burdened.
Maybe, In my previous life, my Lord’s life was too ordinary, and there were too many regulations and pressures, but in this life, just be happy.”
“I understand.”
"Actually, my subordinates are not worried about the Lord's mental endurance. After all, he is the one who can create characters like us."
"Are you praising me?"< /p>
"Yes, Lord."
"Okay."
"My Lord, you can find someone to talk to you about what's on your mind, like me. In this case, It can greatly relieve the Lord's psychology."
"I will."
"Yes.">
"By the way, I lost some people when I went out this time."
"When the master came back, his subordinates had already counted them."
"Can I add "
"In terms of combat strength, it is difficult to quickly replenish it."
After all, the original barbarian soldiers were from the criminal tribe, and they were all capable of archery, horse riding and shooting. All are good. After some ideological education, coupled with excellent armor, horses and weapons, they will become extremely excellent cavalry. However, if you want to continuously replenish this high-quality troop source, it is obviously still too difficult for today's Cuiliu Fort. Some.
"However, my subordinates believe that our top priority is not to recruit troops. We have actually done what we should do once we arrive. I believe that this time in Jingnan Hou's heart, he must have left a lasting impression on you, the Lord." I was deeply impressed. Next, it is no longer suitable for us to show off too much, otherwise, it will not be really interesting, but really annoying.
Besides, there should be a lot of them before long. The prisoners of Yan State will be sent to our border areas. When the time comes, we will only have too many of these prisoners, not too few."
"You mean, family members?"
"My lord is wise."
Once Emperor Yan sees that the time is right, and cooperates with the Marquis of Zhenbei to put on a show, and starts to attack the powerful families in the country, the powerful families will definitely be bleeding like rivers.
Many, many people are bound to die, but it is unrealistic to kill them all. At that time, many families will definitely be convicted of crimes and exiled, and batches of prisoners are destined to be sent to The southern border became the "fuel" after the war with China.
These prisoners themselves have extremely high qualities, and they have a great desire to perform meritorious service and atone for their crimes so that they and their family can get rid of their status as prisoners.
Blind Bei put down his chopsticks and said:
"My lord, I have to discuss some details of the engineering drawings with the craftsmen later. I will go ahead first." Resigning will not disturb the Lord’s rest.”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“My Lord, you are welcome.”
After the blind man left, Zheng Fan also let go. He took off his chopsticks and sat there for a while.
I then stood up, turned a corner, walked to the door of a very cramped house diagonally opposite, opened the door, and walked in.
There was a coffin inside. What surprised Zheng Fan was that there was an incense burner on the ground in front of the coffin. There were some incense ashes in the incense burner. At the same time, there was a bowl next to the incense burner. There are red marks remaining on the mouth.
Zheng Fan walked to the coffin and sat down with his back against the coffin.
“It’s the first time I lead troops to fight. I’m a little nervous and a little excited, but you know what, it’s more useless than I thought...”
A lot of times when you want someone to talk to, it's often hard to find the right person.
Not wanting to show your weakness and your true emotions in front of others, but wanting to share these things, is a contradiction, and people themselves areA combination of contradictions.
Maybe it was a habit he developed during his daily meal in Meijiawu. Zheng Fan felt that Shatuo Queshi was a good person to talk to. He was dead, but he was not completely dead;
He seems to be able to hear everything you say, but it seems like he will never speak again.
Zheng Fan leaned against the coffin and talked for a long time, talking about many people and many things.
After saying that he was tired and finished, Zheng Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that after he went back and had a good sleep later, he would be full of energy again when he woke up tomorrow.
Getting up,
When Zheng Fan was about to leave the house, he hesitated. Out of politeness, he felt that he should meet Shatuo Queshi and say good night.
He reached out and pushed open the coffin lid. When Zheng Fan cast his gaze into the coffin,
his whole face,
immediately sank:
p>
"Why are you here?"
The person lying in the coffin is actually A Ming, neatly dressed in evening clothes, with a red paper flower on his chest, cut into It looks like a rose.
The air suddenly became quiet and the atmosphere became awkward;
This feeling is like when you go to the darkroom of a church and tell the priest all the secrets in your heart, but unfortunately What's more, it's your daddy who's sitting in the darkroom listening.
"Lord, I also sleep in a coffin."
A Ming began to explain.
Zheng Fan looked at A Ming and said nothing.
"My Lord, you went to the wrong room, Shatuo Queshi, he lives next door."
"Why didn't you say anything at the beginning?"
A Ming reached out and knocked on the wall of the coffin, and said helplessly:
"This is a damn soundproofing effect."
"Oh."
"My Lord, I just woke up."
"It's okay, I believe you."
"My Lord is wise."
"Starting tomorrow, Please practice archery with me."
"This is my honor. I do know some Western swordsmanship."
"It's a bow and arrow."
"Huh?"
A Ming suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"I asked those barbarian soldiers who are good at archery, and they said that using living animals as targets is the best way to practice archery."
"My subordinates understand that tomorrow will be the best. I'll go and catch some animals for you to come up to..."
"I am a soft-hearted person, the little animals are too pitiful, I can't do anything to them."
" ..." A Ming.