On the way to Yucai, Xiang Yu really rode a lame rabbit to run, and I drove the car to lead the way, fortunately, the road from the villa area to the school was wide enough, and there were no cars, and both sides were full of wild land, so it had to attract onlookers.

I kept the car at a speed of forty or fifty miles, and the rabbit could easily keep up, and there was still time to deal with me, glancing at me at every turn and snorting or something, because I had always called it a rabbit, and it seemed to mind very much.

In a place where no one was, I rolled down the window of the car and said to Xiang Yu, who was driving alongside me: "Brother Yu, why do you say that the rabbit still knows you?" I remember not having a single horse among my clients. ”

Xiang Yu said with satisfaction: "I don't know, as long as Xiao Hei can accompany me, it's enough, to be honest, I think it's not much worse than thinking about Ah Yu." ”

I said yes, I've been ridden by you, this rabbit is unlucky enough, I was a horse in my last life, I was a horse in this life, not to mention, and I was ridden by the same person, the same person is the same person, the size is still so big, is it not good for you to be a horse for Shiqian?

At this time, the red light at the intersection in front of me turned on, and I hurriedly slowed down and shouted: "Rabbit, slow down!" When Xiang Yu arrived at the intersection, Xiang Yu gently took the reins, and the rabbit immediately stopped, which was much more convenient than me, but I found that Xiang Yu consciously and unconsciously kept paddling on the horse's back with his right hand......

I smiled and said, "Brother Yu, are you still worried about picking up gears after all the stepless speed changes?" ”

Xiang Yu realized his small actions at this time, his face turned red, and said: "It's all your fault, kid, you taught me to drive when you taught me to drive, and what to say about riding a horse, so that I always want to pull the hand brake as soon as I stop now, or I feel like I will slip." ”

After crossing the intersection and running forward for a while, I asked, "Do you need to rest?" You're real horsepower after all. ”

Xiang Yu said proudly: "How far have you run?" Your car is refueled, and you can't walk even a meter without gas, and my horse can still run hundreds of miles even if I'm hungry. ”

I asked, "You guys who can ride horses should have a place like a gas station, and when you go in, you will add 50 yuan to the fodder." ”

Xiang Yu smiled: "The post station is almost like this. ”

"What about smoking and phone calls?"

“…… An open flame must not be used, and it is not possible to make a loud noise in order not to startle the animals. ”

It seems that gas stations from ancient times to the present day are much the same.

I said, "Don't you really have to rest?" ”

Xiang Yu said: "No, I think Xiao Hei's state is a little worse than before, but he is underrun." ”

"Now that you have found the rabbit and the horse is solved, what are your specific requirements for that gun?"

"It's heavy enough!"

This can't bother me, can the forging technology of the late Qin Dynasty stump our cross-century generation? Although Xiang Yu's gun was carefully crafted by someone at that time, I estimate that the quality of the scraps at the blacksmith's hand now is better than that of him.

When I arrived at Yucai, Xiang Yu and I personally went to visit the blacksmith's house in Yaoyao Village, the blacksmith's child has been accepted by Yucai, and is learning art with Tang Long, at first I always thought that Tang Long was a bit misleading in doing this: What is the use of learning a blacksmith in a modern society where technology is rampant? But I found that I was very wrong, there are still blacksmiths in this world, and their current name is "Master Foundry". Most of them serve in military factories and automobile manufacturing, a well-known knife caster in the industry, the knife he made by himself can generally be fried to tens of thousands of yuan, if it is a special day or the first sample, it is even more priceless, and several famous cars in the world have also been taking "all handmade" as gimmicks and selling points, in addition to seats and leather jewelry, of course they also need blacksmiths, after the crazy industrial era, people have begun to superstitious "handmade" again, especially the rich, only the same kind of handmade things, It is more reliable and spiritual, although it is sometimes not as accurate as the machine, but it is more comfortable, safer, and more worthy of showing off.

So being a blacksmith is a promising one, but you have to be able to make at least something like a handlebar bow, and as for the origin of the bicycle, you can learn another skill from the times......

Of course the blacksmith knows me, knows that I am the leader of their children, and is very diligent, and without saying a word, he will pull us to eat, because of Yucai's completely free policy, I am very loved in the neighborhood, and I have the experience of being forced out to eat by my parents many times, and now the farmers are also rich, and it is no longer a matter of killing a pig, but beckoning to take a taxi directly to the Eight Immortals Building, and the wine of five or six hundred yuan is bottled one by one, and the eyes are not blinking.

I took the tea from the blacksmith and said to him, "I want you to shoot a gun." ”

The blacksmith suddenly had a bitter face: "It's okay to fight, but do you have bullets?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, but then I realized that he had misunderstood, and said with black lines on my head: "I'm talking about the gun I used in the past—" and gestured with his hand, "the kind with a pointed front in front." ”

Good guy, he thought I wanted him to give me 81 bars, but he dared to agree, it seems that the child is a good man in my hands, and it is estimated that he will give him a whole uranium-235 and ask him to make an atomic bomb for me with white iron sheets.

The blacksmith suddenly relaxed: "That kind of gun? ”

"Can you fight?"

"It's a piece of cake, just make a mold."

I said, "This gun has to be heavy, 130 pounds." ”

"It's not a matter of weight, it's just that the rod has to be thickened - who would use it for such a heavy guy?"

Xiang Yu said: "I! He showed the teacup to the blacksmith, "It's as long as it's so thick, and it's better to be fine." ”

The blacksmith patted his chest and said: "Wrap it on me, we are also a craft handed down from our ancestors, and the red tassel gun blade of the Anti-Japanese War did not support the front line!" ”

I smiled and said, "I'll give you a few school uniforms of 'Loyal to the Country' when I'm done." "That's the first generation of school uniforms of 300, and I changed them with labor reform uniforms, and there are a lot of leftovers in the library.

The blacksmith hurriedly waved his hand: "Forget it, I have a heart, it makes people think that it is not good for me to change my mind." ”

I laughed, "When can I take it?" ”

The blacksmith touched his chin and said, "If it were an ordinary person, it would take a month, but Mr. Xiao's affairs can't be delayed, three days." ”

Xiang Yu nodded with satisfaction, he knew that it would take three days to rush this amount of work non-stop. I really didn't expect to be able to experience the joy of squeezing the parents of students in this life, I think our primary school teachers were tired of it, and the teacher's life can be reflected from the current class personnel appointment: he fell his leg that year, the son of a director of our city orthopedic hospital was honored to serve as the class leader, but his position was topped by Li Ermao, the son of the director of the food factory, and Li Ermao's good times did not last long, because our teacher's lover had ectopic pregnancy, although this is not Li Ermao's fault, But who made the mother happen to be a gynecologist? So Huang Sanya, who was the penultimate in learning, took over the banner of the class leader, and we were quite sad that our beloved homeroom teacher may have suffered another misfortune at home: Huang Sanya was re-elected that year......

Because my father was just an ordinary worker, he had been in a situation where few people loved him and no one loved him in the long elementary school years, and then my father had an idea and said that our family also had relatives who were leaders: my uncle was from the crematorium - I didn't dare to tell our teacher.

I put 2,000 yuan on the table and said to the blacksmith, "Whether it's enough or not, I'll trouble you." ”

The blacksmith was shocked: "How can you collect the teacher's money, besides, this is too much." ”

I resolutely kept the money, saying, "I can't let you post the money." "The lesson from the past is that taking advantage of students can't give birth to children, and I and Baozi are not too big to stand the toss.

Out of the blacksmith's house, Xiang Yu said: "In the past three days, I have to be with Xiao Hei more and cultivate more tacit understanding." ”

I said, "By the way, I changed the problem of picking up the file." "If you start with Lu Bu, when you turn the horse's head, you will have to let people poke it down.

At this time, my phone rang, and I saw that it was from a bar, and I said, "It seems that there is a new person again, can you go with me?" ”

Xiang Yu said: "I won't go, walk the horse, and pick me up when you come back in a while." ”

When I arrived at the bar, Sun Sixin got used to it, and without waiting for me to ask, he reached out and pointed in.

There were two old men among the people who came back, and there was a burly man who looked not young, and Liu Lao Liu was accompanying him.

I hurriedly stepped forward to salute, I knew that these recent groups of people are all big intellectuals, and they care about this, so they have to make a good impression when they meet.

Liu Laoliu pointed at me and said, "Several, this is Xiaoqiang." ”

An old man in the seat saluted me with a pleasant face, and the other old man didn't know what he was thinking, he was half a beat slower than him, and the burly man's temples were also a little gray, probably in his 50s, but he could only be regarded as middle-aged at the moment, he put one hand on the table and lit it, and only nodded at me.

Even if I have received hundreds of customers, but there is still curiosity, after all, they are all thunderous names, not only not numb, but also a little addictive, I smiled and asked the first old man: "What do you call it?" ”

This old man has a very good cultivation, and he can see that he is the kind of Confucian who is polite to everyone but has his own style, and said with a smile: "The surname of the contemptible person is Yan, and the word is Qingchen." Liu Lao Liu said to me: "It's Yan Zhenqing." Then he said to Yan Zhenqing, "Old Yan, this is a white ding, and I will talk to him in the future." ”

I was slightly surprised and said, "Yan Zhenqing? Liu Gongquan has been there for several days. "I didn't expect that I would be able to put together the "Yan Muscle and Willow Bone" so quickly, the two of me are equally famous, I don't know how familiar I am, but I didn't expect Yan Zhenqing to say blankly: "Liu Gongquan, who is it?" ”

Liu Lao Liu glanced at me with contempt before saying to me: "The two of us are decades apart." ”

I've never seen it, and what do you say when you put it together? History, I really don't take decades seriously.

Just like last time, as soon as he heard Yan Zhenqing's name, another old man stood up and saluted him respectfully, and said very solemnly: "I didn't expect Yan Lugong to be here, the junior is rude." ”

He looks older than Yan Zhenqing, which shows that this person's famous age should be further later, I said nerve-wrackingly: "When we come to this place, we only follow age and not dynasty, and you can be brothers in the future - may I ask your surname?" ”

This latter old man only cared about talking to Yan Zhenqing, and it seemed that he was also an avid calligraphy lover.

Zhang Zeduan, "Qingming Riverside Map"!

Even my Bai Ding knows, to be honest, these people who come from the sky are basically not lightweight, in the starry sky of history, they are all bright stars, but stars and stars are not the same, Wu Daozi and Yan Liben are praised because of their amazing skills, their contribution is more to create a genre, and Zhang Zeduan's "Qingming Riverside Picture" can be called a god in any sense, relying on this painting, he can already cover the light of the Northern Song Dynasty painters of the same era.

I was stunned for a while, and saw that Zhang Dashen didn't pay much attention to me, although this old man painted well, I found that he was a little wooden, far less accommodating and easy-going than Yan Zhenqing.

I had to turn my head to the last half-grown old man, who was tall, with red and black skin, long hair draped over his shoulders, and eyes that were bright, but occasionally the light seemed a little too sharp and a little cunning. If it were like last time, one wrote and one painted, the rest should be a doctor, but I don't think this old man looks like Sun Simiao at all, let alone Li Shizhen, watching him mess with his hand on the table, and suddenly it dawned: most of them are a piano player.

I bent down and asked him, "What about your name?" ”

The man was playing the offensive drum on the table, looked at me and said, "Wu Sangui." ”

(To be continued)