Niyang Guest House.

When the rooster crowed, the old man on the couch got up gently. Seeing the man in the same collapse, he was still sleeping soundly. So he said goodbye.

Go out and join the convoy and go to Lin Xi Mountain.

Get off in front of Zhengyang Pavilion. Enter the road, push the door into the grass house.

Bamboo fence green pine, three huts.

Hearing the coughing sound of the East Chamber, the old man hurriedly removed his clogs and entered the hall. Seeing that the decoction in front of the hall has been decocted, take a pottery bowl and hold it in front of the couch.

The person lying on the couch is Xia Fu and Xia Zizhi. Looking at the old man holding the medicine, his face was also full of smoke and charcoal, and his appearance was ruined. For a while, I didn't know his identity. Hearing his voice, he knew that it was Zhang Ji.

Half a year ago, Xia Fu's condition worsened and he was bedridden. Smelting charcoal, a lot of heavy work, are Nanyang Zhangji on behalf of the worker. As a "smelting domestic helper", the day is accompanied by charcoal, which is hard work, can be imagined. Within half a load, Zhang Ji was also ruined. There is no more half of the wind fairy Dao bone.

Drink a decoction to suppress cough. Xia Fu asked lightly: "How about this?" ”

"Previously, the person who ordered the middle minister of the sect deliberately let out a rumor. Ling younger brother Xia Jing, Guo chased to Nieyang City. I didn't know each other from me, but when I heard my voice, I recognized each other. I avoided the words, so I chased my brother to the guest house and stayed with me, but I didn't notice any difference. When the morning dawns, don't say goodbye. It is expected that at this time, Brother Ling has returned. Zhang Ji told the truth.

"Anzi has a stunt, and can 'imitate the body shape and personify the voice'. I have been with me for several years, day and night, and I am like me. Xia Fu sighed.

"Positive factor treatment, pro-pro-pro-to-smoke charcoal, and the appearance is ruined. Relatives and friends are close friends, and no one knows each other, so they get through the confusion. Sleeping together, so that the younger brother was not suspicious. It's enough, it's true to be fake. ”

"If you can help the Han family, save the people of Li. Xia Fu died without regrets. Xia Fu got up and bowed.

"After the death of Zizhi, there is no more opportunity in the world." Zhang Ji said goodbye.

"Qilinzi, is it really as Anzi said, is it the master of Sanxing?" Xia Fu asked.

"Yes, yes." Zhang Ji nodded happily. Xia Fu was weak and unable to sit for a long time. Zhang Ji then helped him to lie down.

"How do you know?" Xia Fu asked.

Zhang Ji told the internal and external feelings:

"When I was a teenager, the ancestral hall was examined, and the patriarch asked: 'A hundred steps away from the village, there is a merchant selling pears. Three texts, one hundred texts can be bought? ’

Qilinzi blurted out: "You can buy pears for thirty and three, and there is still one article left." ”

The patriarch asked again: "The basket can hold eight, how many baskets do you need to hold it?" ”

The unicorn replied, 'Four baskets of more than one, or five baskets.' ’

Again: 'How do I get home?' ’

Rhetorical question: "Can there be other people selling pears?" ”

The patriarch said: 'There are several children. ’

Kirin asked, 'How much?' ’

The patriarch replied casually, "About three or five people." ’

So the unicorn said: 'One person and one pear, help me go home!' ’

From time to time, some elders reprimanded: 'Why should you divide the four baskets of pears among five people?' If you can mention it, three people are enough! ’

But the unicorn defended: 'Don't suffer from few, but suffer from inequality!' ’

He was only three or four years old. It is known that 'the world is in great trouble, but it is uneven'. ”

Xia Fu thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "Except for the great trouble in the world." It is also sophisticated. The more valuable ones are the ones who make trade-offs. If you go too far, you will bring disaster upon yourself. ”

"Zizhi, what you said is extremely true." Zhang Ji said with a smile: "'Don't suffer from widowhood but suffer from unevenness' is to 'know the world'." 'There may be others', that is, 'knowing the world'. 'One person, one pear' is 'human affection'. 'How much' is 'the right way to choose'. In particular, the way of making trade-offs is the necessity of the Lord. If you blindly indulge, you will not last long. ”

Xia Fu said again: "As the elders of the clan said, four baskets of pears, it is enough to find three others." But there were five companions. No matter who they shared, the remaining two had complaints. The five of them were divided equally, and they were all happy. Kirin asked, 'How much?' It's a trade-off. If there are many people, think of another way. This is the way to choose. ”

"Thirty-three pears, divided into five people. It costs more than half of it. Zhang Ji quipped: "At such a price, the unicorn should be willing to pay it." ”

"Within fifty percent, all of them are masters." Xia Fu's words have a profound meaning.

Zhang Jiyan said: "When I was only three or four years old, I had this opinion. Although he has not yet reached the crown, he is already a young man. Less return to the ancestors, and add the title of Marquis of Linxiang. Three hundred miles of food, millions of people. The land rent and tax are only less than 30%. ”

"Seventy percent of the people have been gained?" Xia Fu asked in surprise.

"Yes, yes." Zhang Ji bowed his head slightly.

When Xia Fu heard this, he burst into tears: "In this way, the old man is dumbfounded." ”

"Zizhi and rest in peace." Zhang Ji comforted: "You and I are like old friends at first sight, but we haven't finished our fun, so you can leave me." ”

"Life and death are fateful, and I can't help it." Xia Fu smiled suddenly.

The light is like an arrow, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Before the heavy snow closed the mountain, the old horse light car re-entered the Lin Xi Mountain.

Push the door and look at it, everything in the courtyard is the same, but Panasonic has many new mounds.

The female assassin's heart suddenly tightened, and she hurriedly shouted: "Father! ”

"Silence, and talk in the hall." This voice seems familiar, but it is not a father. The female assassin flew into the chamber with a meteor.

"Who are you?" Seeing that the person in the hall was neither Ah Father nor Xia Fu, the female assassin drew her sword vigorously.

"Ning'er, what do you want?" The voice is wrong, but the eyes are kind and faintly recognizable.

"Who are you?" The female assassin will be suspicious.

When he saw his own daughter, he could not know it. Zhang Ji then laughed in a real voice: "In this way, it will be done." ”

It wasn't until she switched back to her true voice that the female assassin was finally convinced. The old man in the hall is the father he hasn't seen for many years: the second son of the Heavenly Master Daoling Patriarch, Zhang Ji, and Zhang Anzi. Zhang Daoling's eldest son, Zhang Heng is the second generation of heavenly masters, known as heirs. The second son, Zhang Ji, is obsessed with Qimen Dunjia and organs. His whereabouts are erratic, and he is known as the "second heir".

"Buried in the courtyard, but Xia Weng?" Female assassin, close to the sword.

"Exactly." Zhang Ji sighed: "With the great cause of the family and country, I can't keep my friends for three years." When spring begins, I will go north to the country of thistle. Since then, there is no 'Zhang Anzi' in the world, only the eight chefs 'Xia Zizhi'. ”

"Ning'er knows." Goodbye, female assassin.

Linxiang, Jiwang Palace, the main hall.

Liu Bei wrote Jia Xu's handwritten book and read it carefully. After careful consideration, I was finally convinced.

It was a thousand miles of rice harvest. The soldiers and civilians of the Ji country have no time to be idle. Day and night, for fear of failure. A season of hard work, put into water. Unexpectedly, after all, people are not as good as heaven. The divine master actually ambushed in the country of thistle, and entered and exited the palace city. Pinching the fingers, no less than ten years.

Ten years is like a day. Liu Beiyan could see suspicions.

"Someone."

"The minister is here." Zhao E, the new commander of Zuo Guo, tends to enter the palace.

"Inform Lou Sangling. He said, lonely day, go north, and the boat enters the white lake. Inspect Lousang and Xilin Eryi. ”

"Whoa." Zhao E did not doubt that he was there, so he took the order.

"Daria."

"Yes." The white-haired royal concubine entered the palace when she heard the sound.

Liu Bei showed his closeness and whispered: "Spread the word that Lu Chong and Wei attacked, and did their best to 'Shunyang Wei' and board the ship with Gu." ”

"Whoa." The governor had a lot at stake, and Daria took the order.

The first batch of embroiderers who followed Liu Bei for the longest time was Shunyangwei. is also Gongwei Wangdu, Liu Bei's most trusted confidant.