Go out and boil a stove of water, hoping to give Zhao Yong some hot water again, he will be fine, this is the method taught by my mother, and my mother's methods are effective. Zhao Yong's illness is in a high fever, as long as the fever subsides, it will be fine, and the two of them can get out of this hateful place and realize the fate of the two people.

When he squatted in front of the stove to boil water, he felt that his shoulder was very painful, and he touched it with his hand, and there was blood in his hand. At this time, Zhao Xing knew that the little tiger who was in his feelings was not without a record, he still scratched himself, but it was just a piece of his instinctive reaction at that time. I was nervous, but I didn't feel any pain.

I was wounded, and this matter was very serious, and I couldn't save one, but I died.

So he gritted his teeth and inhaled the cold air, took off his shoulder shirt, groped and measured the length of the wound, pressed it, fortunately, the bleeding had stopped, and looked at the half of the horse manure bag that was ready to change the dressing for Zhao Yong, and finally pinched it and cherished it on his wound.

can't be more, looking for this one, he almost killed himself, and Zhao Yong's injury doesn't know what to do, he should keep it.

A drop of water fell on the wound, it was very salty, and the wound was painful, Zhao Xing wondered, it didn't rain salt water all day.

A finger slowly rubbed on his wound, and Zhao Yong's voice with a crying voice sounded in his back: "In the future, you will never be allowed to risk it for me again." ”

Zhao Xing sat on the ground weakly: "That old boy really didn't lie to me, hahahaha." Then he sang and laughed, and laughed inexplicably until he burst into tears.

Zhao Yong turned around, picked up most of the remaining horse manure bags, and smeared all of them on Zhao Xing's wound: "Teacher, brother, don't risk me in the future, I can't lose my teacher, I can't lose my brother." While talking, he cried, and helped Zhao Xing bandage his wounds indiscriminately.

Zhao Xing said lightly: "Okay, okay, you have been crowned, you are a man, what do you look like when you cry?" You should be like your fathers and fathers, shedding blood without tears. ”

Zhao Yong's eyes were full of tears, biting his lip and nodding desperately.

"Hello, do you have the strength to go to the place just now with the teacher's brother? I killed a tiger. ”

Zhao Yong was a little flustered and afraid.

patted him on the shoulder, stood up, and picked up the sword again: "We are Zhao people, and if Zhao people don't die, they don't say that they are afraid of life and death." Besides, brothers are of the same heart, their profits are gold, what are you afraid of, we eat tiger meat at night. ”

Zhao Yong grabbed his sword violently and nodded firmly: "Brothers work together, and their profits are golden, good." In the evening, we eat tiger meat and raw tiger gall. ”

The little tiger didn't run away because it died, and there was no tiger parent ready to find Zhao Xing for revenge, because it was kicked out and singled out according to the tiger's survival rules. With a tiger in his own territory, he is the king of one place, and from then on life and death are up to heaven, and have nothing to do with his parents.

The two brothers were overjoyed to have gained such a great harvest, so they tied four tigers' hooves, threaded them with a large log, and carried them to the camp. Zhao Yong was very happy, so he walked while stretching his neck and singing, his singing voice was simple and elegant, and his tone was tactful and low, and he sang: "Uncle Yutian, there is no one in the alley." Is there no dweller? It's not as good as uncle, Xun is beautiful and benevolent. Uncle Yu hunting, no drinking in the alley. Isn't there any drinking? It's not as good as uncle, Xun is beautiful and good. Uncle Shiye, no horses in the alley. Won't there be a horse? Not as good as uncle, Xun is beautiful and martial" This is the Book of Poetry Zheng Feng, Uncle Yutian.

According to the current human language, it describes a hunter, the uncle went hunting and went out, and the alley seemed to be uninhabited. Is it really uninhabited? No one can compare with Uncle, so handsome and kind. My uncle went out hunting, and no one was drinking in the alley. Is no one really drinking? No one is as good as uncle, so handsome and delicate. My uncle rode to the wilderness, and no one in the alley knew how to ride a horse. Is it true that no one knows how to ride a horse? No one can compare to him, he is indeed handsome and powerful.

After the three songs, they chanted happily.

Of course, Zhao Xing was not willing to be left behind: "The little widow behind the window lattice——"

This is definitely a chicken-to-duck talk, a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth, and lewdness.

Tiger bone broth, rich in nutrients, knocking bones and sucking marrow, is just suitable for two people who have lost blood, this is a big tonic.

The rest of the meat is cooked and dried in the shade, making dry food on the road, think about how proud it is to think that the dry food along the way is tiger meat.

During this period, Zhao Xing was pricked by the small hook on his pants.

It was a pain that changed the fate of two people, because he remembered the solution to the disorientation - to be a compass. This is Zhao Xing's first invention to change the world, make him famous overseas, and become a son. Since then, the guide car has become the Zhao Ziche that has been handed down to future generations.

Originally, it was necessary to make a compass, but Zhao Xing didn't know what a magnet was, let alone an iron rod, a bronze sword, and he couldn't experiment with what a magnet was and what was ordinary iron, which was simply embarrassing. Crossing is possible, but definitely not a panacea.

But with this small checkmark, the impossible becomes possible.

So, he carefully removed the little hook from his trousers, straightened it, then removed a piece of thread from his own clothes, tied him in the middle, and then, very seriously, rubbed it on a stone in one direction.

For this kind of strange behavior, Zhao Yong is no longer weird, but just curious.

"What can needles solve?" This is Zhao Yong began to speak in Zhao Xing's language, according to Zhao Xing's words, speaking human words.

"The big things in the world are not actually changed from every earth-shaking event, what changes is often a small thing, or as small as a needle." While patiently grinding this needle, while pretending to teach this student profoundly.

In fact, the teacher does not necessarily have to be more knowledgeable than the disciple, but because the teacher can pretend.

"For example, now, I make this small needle, which is actually big enough to save the lives of the two of us, so that Zhao can rise and fall, and can make Zhao Guo, which has always been a small country, become a big country in the hands of you and me, and even replace Zhou Tianzi to become the real co-master of the world."

Zhao Yong commented on Zhou Tianzi so unscrupulously that Zhao Xing, this kind of rebellious statement has been immune. First, Zhao Xing always said this, and second, it is no longer an offense for the princes of the world to discuss Zhou Tianzi, but a kind of normality. Replacing Zhou Tianzi as the co-master of the world has become everyone's consensus in private, and it is no longer a taboo to win the world and try to lift weight.

Zheng Zhuang Gong shot the Son of Heaven and seriously injured him, which has broken the myth of the sacrosanctity of Zhou Tianzi. The state of Chu became the king, once again unveiling the fig leaf of ambition that was hidden in the world's careerists. The three families were divided and forced to divide the Son of Heaven, which completely swept away the prestige of Zhou Tianzi, and the king of Qin raised the crown, which was enough to show his ambition to replace him. Now, Zhou Tianzi has become accustomed to the conquest not passing, and it is strange to ask him.

Now, the princes discuss the Son of Heaven in private, and they don't even bother to do the most basic handover.

"What's the explanation?"

"If this thing is created, it is called a compass, which can allow us to directly distinguish the direction of the southeast, south, northwest, and northwest, and let us get out of this mountain forest. Instead of this big mountain forest, two people who decided to change the direction of Chinese history were trapped here. ”

Hearing such exciting words, Zhao Yong also began to be full of enthusiasm for the future.

The compass, one of the four great inventions of China, according to the records of the history books, the compass was invented by the vast number of working people, such an explanation is universal and universal, and it is equivalent to nonsense that has not been said.

But the compass is really accurately recorded in the book of Guiguzi during the Warring States period.

Guiguzi is a legendary figure of the Warring States, and the disciples under him are all outstanding, but the life record of this person has always been illusory and confusing, and that is the real nonsense that has been said and not said.

Zhao Xing doesn't know if Guiguzi has become famous now, but now there are two people, and there should be no problem with the compass invention on his head. Because, did Zhao Yong really see that he was inventing this thing?

"We need a clear direction to save ourselves. Everything must have a clear direction to move forward, just like we were lost in the past, because we lost our way and were confused, and we could no longer get out of the circle of ourselves, this is the so-called direction determines success or failure. If the direction is wrong, it is easy to fall into the ditch, once it falls into the ditch, even if it does not fall to death, but at least make a fuss, and then delay our trip. ”

Standing at the height of politics, Zhao Yong, who can connect everything with politics and darkness, of course, kept this passage firmly in his heart, and then watched Zhao Xing lift the needle. The needle was held by a thread in the windless air, and slowly rotated.

The teacher Zhao Xing stared cautiously, and the disciple Zhao Yong didn't dare to disturb, standing cautiously and staring, not even daring to come out.

The needle rotated slowly in the windless air, spinning more and more slowly, until it finally came to a standstill. Zhao Xing stared at the needle, then pointed to one end of the needle and asked, "Go and make sure that side is not the south." ”

Zhao Yong hurriedly opened his arms, looked at the sky with his face, and reported after careful confirmation: "Master, brother, the direction you are pointing to is the north, the direction is wrong, and it is full of twists." ”