Zhang Huaiyu disappeared for another two days, and when he reappeared in Shiqiao Village, he brought a cow back, a live cow.

Gu Qing was busy making his new gadgets in the yard, and when he saw Zhang Huaiyu, who was in white clothes, leading a dirty cow into the door, Gu Qing couldn't help but be stunned.

No matter how the picture looks, it is like a Bai Fumei who is used to driving a Ferrari in the city, suddenly wearing a straw hat and driving a tractor, and the endless wheat waves singing affectionately "On the Field of Hope".

Gu Qing blinked his eyes a few times before he had to accept the picture in front of him, and then turned his head away without bearing to look at it.

This woman ran farther and farther on the road of self-destructing her image, and the nine cows couldn't pull it back.

"What are you doing when you lead the cow back?"

Zhang Huaiyu looked around left and right, as if he was looking for a cowshed, and said lightly: "Didn't you say that you could make beef?" ”

Gu Qing was shocked, such a powerful logic.

"For a bite of beef, you lead the live cow back? I've told you more than once that I'm short of money, so why don't you steal a treasury from me? ”

Zhang Huaiyu said helplessly: "I bought it in the nearby village, and people don't sell it in retail." ”

Gu Qing groaned: "Live cattle...... It seems that you are going to go to the official to make a book, right? Otherwise, it will be a crime. ”

Zhang Huaiyu said in surprise: "It's about to become food in the pot, why do you want to make a book?" You even dare to kill people, but you are so afraid of Wang Fa when you eat some beef, are you crazy? ”

Gu Qing thought about it and felt that it made sense.

Raising his eyes and looking at the cow, he couldn't estimate his age, his body size was not too big, he should be very young, Gu Qing was a little unbearable, and said: "Let's keep it at home first, the live cow will be killed if it is killed, it is not appropriate after all." ”

Zhang Huaiyu said disappointedly: "Beef ......"

"You go to Qingcheng County and ask, some shops and restaurants should secretly hide some beef, you go and buy some back."

Zhang Huaiyu became more and more disappointed: "It seems that I can't eat beef today." ”

"Aren't you able to fly? If you fly to Qingcheng County and fly back, if you are not discovered by the Taoist priests of Qingcheng Mountain, it should be very soon. ”

Gu Qing kept hanging his head and talking while busy working, and Zhang Huaiyu realized that Gu Qing was making a very strange big wooden plate.

"What is this?" Zhang Huaiyu asked curiously.

"Sandbox." Gu Qing didn't raise his head and said.

"What does a sandbox do?"

"You can understand it as a miniature version of a three-dimensional map, and you don't know what 'three-dimensional' is, right? Don't ask, I don't bother to explain, you'll understand when I'm done. ”

Zhang Huaiyu glanced at him and looked at Gu Qing curiously as he made a sand table.

There are mountains and rivers on the large platform, which is about half a foot square, and the mountains and rivers made of mud and sand are covered with a layer of green grass, and the winding rivers are filled with real water, and there are also miniature versions of houses.

The more Zhang Huaiyu looked at it, the more amazing it became, and then he found that the mountains, rivers and houses on the sand table were a little familiar, and then suddenly exclaimed: "This is Shiqiao Village?" ”

"That's right, it seems that I did it vividly, otherwise you wouldn't recognize it at a glance." Gu Qing was very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

Zhang Huaiyu pointed to a place on the sand table and said, "This is your porcelain kiln?" ”

"Yes."

Saying that, Gu Qing took out a slightly smaller sand table from behind him, which was no longer the whole picture of Shiqiao Village, but the whole picture of the entire circle around the porcelain kiln, the porcelain kiln was located in the middle, surrounded by mountains, Zhang Huaiyu had been to the porcelain kiln in the middle of the mountain, and had wandered around a few times with nothing to do, and the terrain of the sand table made by Gu Qing was almost exactly the same as the actual one.

The only difference is that the porcelain kiln on the sand table has planted a small flag on the entrances and exits of several mountain roads around it, and the different colors are specially marked with different colors.

"What is the flag for?" Zhang Huaiyu pointed to the sand table.

"Mark all the entrances and exits around the kiln, as well as the mountain paths leading to the outside world, and so on."

Zhang Huaiyu's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "It's very exquisitely done, it's more effective than a map, if it's used for marching formations, it can increase the chances of winning at least three percent of each battle, how did you think of it?" ”

"Oh, mainly because I'm smart, I know by nature, and I envy the world." Gu Qing replied nonchalantly, staring at a small tree on the sand table, doing the final pruning work.

Zhang Huaiyu's eyes lit up, staring at Gu Qing's every move, she cared more about Gu Qing than the wonder of the sand table.

What a weird talent, obviously I haven't read a book, why did I have a strange ability, is it really God's gift? It's so unfair to those who study hard in the cold.

"Why did you make this sand table? Is it to dedicate to the imperial court and change the future of fame? Zhang Huaiyu couldn't help him with his staff: "If you can meet an officer with a discerning eye and present it to the court, maybe you can really use it to exchange for an official and a half position." ”

"A half-job?" The corners of Gu Qing's mouth twitched, and he said: "If you want to be a big official, you will be in charge, and I can't look down on an official and a half-position." ”

Zhang Huaiyu couldn't cry or laugh: "Your ambition is not small, since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, except for the virtuous ministers and good generals who fought with His Majesty Taizong, I have never heard of being a big official by offering an object to the imperial court." ”

"Then I don't want to be an official, I can't live my own life in Shiqiao Village."

"What are you doing this sand table for?"

Gu Qing said: "For the sake of the porcelain kiln, there are always people who are worried about my secret recipe for burning porcelain, and it is not a way to gather the villagers to patrol day and night. ”

"It's just for a porcelain kiln?"

"You nouveau riche has a slightly bastard tone, the porcelain kiln is the biggest foundation for me and the whole village, don't you look down on it?"

Zhang Huaiyu snorted, glanced at the cow reluctantly, and said dissatisfiedly: "I can't eat beef, you can make fish for me again, I'm hungry." ”

…………

After Song Gensheng returned from Qingcheng County, he hid at home and did not go out.

I can't tell what mood he feels, after inscribed the poem yesterday, when he saw the eyes of the literati in the restaurant, he knew that he had become famous, but his mood was not happy, and he even had a deep sense of shame.

Other people's things are used for their own use, and Tian shamelessly openly inscribes them on the wall of the restaurant, Song Gensheng's conscience is so painful, and a villain named "Morality" in his mind has been slapping him, scolding him for being shameless, and Song Gensheng's spirit is on the verge of collapse.

So after he came back from the county seat, like an ostrich with his head buried in the sand, he locked himself in the house and didn't go out, and he ignored Gu Qing every night when he went into his house to sleep.

The kid was autistic.

The cool breeze of golden autumn carried a little chill, and in the mist at the end of the mountain road, a group of people came.

The leader was the middle-aged man in the restaurant that day, followed by his curtain guests and a group of entourage guards.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, especially the mountain road in Shuzhou, it is even more rugged and dangerous, the middle-aged man is a literati, his physical fitness is not very good, and he is too tired to walk halfway through, and he insists on walking outside Shiqiao Village by relying on the guards to carry out the half-frame and half-frame.

"If I had known that this Shiqiao Village was so difficult, I would have ...... this official," the middle-aged man said halfway, and said with a wry smile: "I think it will still come, it is rare to meet a good poem in this life, and the young man who wrote the lyrics must get acquainted, otherwise he will miss the beautiful jade." ”

Mubin smiled bitterly, although this marshal was a military attache appointed by the Son of Heaven, he could be said to be a prince of a town, but he was a real literati, he had never led a soldier, and he had the pedantry of a literati, otherwise he would not have done the naïve behavior of wading through mountains and rivers for a poem.

With such a big man, my heart is broken.