Cao Ang in history, when he was very young, died in the Battle of Wancheng because of Cao Cao's greed and lust, so his talent was not shown to the greatest extent in history, which is a pity.

On the contrary, it was his younger brothers Cao Pi, Cao Zhang, Cao Zhi and others who left a lot of colors in the long history of China.

However, according to what the potters knew in later generations, Cao Cao attached great importance to Cao Ang, the eldest son, and devoted himself to cultivating it.

The potter and Cao Cao are also old acquaintances, with Cao Cao's temperament, if Cao Ang has no talent, Cao Cao will definitely not treat each other like this because he is the eldest son.

And the genes of the old Cao family are very good, from Cao Pi, to Cao Zhang, Cao Zhi, Cao Chong, etc., all of them are famous figures in history, so the pottery merchant thinks that Cao Ang, as Cao Cao's original ideal successor, will definitely not be bad.

If Cao Ang in history does not die, it is estimated that there will be no Cao Pi and Cao Zhi competing for succession in the entire Cao family.

Looking at the Xiaochun book written by Cao Ang, the potter had a strong interest in this young man who was about the same age as himself.

History has changed dramatically, and unless there are any accidents, this child will not be easily doomed.

If he lives, what will become of the Cao family?

And this kid is very strong, and he even has to compare himself with writing Xiaochun books.

Since this kid is so self-motivated, then I have to give him a little bit of it.

"Take a pen and inkstone." The potter instructed Pei Qian.

When he was young, he saw Pei Qian bring a pen and inkstone and send it over, and personally sharpened the ink for the potter.

The potter picked up his pen and began to sketch on the scroll that Cao Ang had written to himself.

He actually provoked a problem with the Xiaochun text written by Cao Ang and changed it.

Finally, the potter also wrote a paragraph of his own summary and exhortation to improve the plan at the end, which is easy to understand and very popular.

When he was done, the potter put down his pen and blew lightly on the slip, and after the ink had dried, he rolled it up and handed it to the messenger of Cao Jun with a smile.

"Go back and tell your family Cao Gongzi that the book he wrote, in terms of writing, can barely be regarded as passing, but the subject matter is not novel enough, the content is not detailed enough, the description is not vivid enough, especially the cool point is extremely insufficient! And it's a little bit poisonous, and it needs to be improved. ”

Cao Jun's envoy was stunned by what the potter said.

What kind of mess is this?

After the potter handed him the slip, he then turned his head and bowed his head to Pei Qian and whispered.

Pei Qian's face suddenly became embarrassed, and his face turned red and white.

He glanced deeply at the potter, as if he wanted to say something.

But despite his thousand words, in the face of the potter's stubborn eyes, it finally turned into a long sigh.

Encountering such a No. 1 Taifu is really my own sorrow, and it is really Cao Ang's sorrow.

Pei Qian led the order to go out to prepare, but saw the potter smile at the envoy: "I also prepared a gift for Cao Gongzi here to express my gratitude to him for this kindness. ”

The messenger had no doubts, and nodded yes.

The potter looked the Cao Jun envoy up and down for a while, and suddenly asked, "Do you have any money with you?" ”

The envoy raised an eyebrow when he heard this.

Tao boy, ask yourself if you bring money, what are you doing?

Although he was quite puzzled in his heart, the envoy of Cao Jun still replied very honestly: "I brought some for emergency use." ”

The potter turned his head to look at Guo Jia, and found that the prodigal son's eyes were the same as his own, and he also released a wave of extreme excitement.

Guo Jia asked the messenger with a smile: "Will you fight the landlord?" ”

The messenger was completely confused: "What, what is it?"

"Fight the landlord!"

"No......"

"Won't? That's great! Guo Jia raised his hand and slapped his thigh fiercely, and said with a smile: "It's going to be fine!" Come here! We'll teach you! ”

The messenger did not know why, and did not dare to act rashly at will.

The potter stood up and greeted him kindly: "The gift that Pei Qian prepared for Cao Gongzi may take a little more effort, what are you doing here?" Idle is idle, come here, play with me! If you don't understand, I'll teach you! ”

The messenger had no choice but to say yes.

……

About less than half an hour later, Pei Qian walked into the handsome tent with a delicately packed wooden box.

At this moment, the potter and Guo Jia teamed up to win the five baht money in Cao Jun's envoy's money bag, and there was not a single one left.

"I'll blow it up again!"

Guo Jia threw the leaf card fiercely, and said with a smile: "Clean your hands!" Hehe, Cao Jun's brother, I conceded it, I lost so much, it's too polite! ”

The messenger looked black, tremblingly handed over the last few five-baht coins in the money bag, then turned around and walked to Pei Qian's side, picked up the gift box that the potter entrusted him to Cao Ang, and didn't even say hello, he hurried away outside the tent, and almost didn't fall because of the excitement on the way.

Looking at the back of the messenger's disappearance, the potter shouted at him: "Before you come next time, remember to prepare more, this is not enough to pay the tuition." ”

……

After returning to Cao Jun's camp, the envoy went to meet Cao Ang, and he first retold the words of the potter to Cao Ang in their original form, and then presented the slip and gift box of the Xiaochun book to Cao Ang.

Cao Ang unfolded his slip and began to bow his head to review the parts of the potter's corrections to his essay.

At first, it was fine, but after a long time, Cao Ang's eyes couldn't be moved, and the young man's face began to flush, and his exhalation became heavy.

The surname Tao ...... What a genius out of the world!

He said that the content of his article was not detailed enough and the description was not vivid enough...... There is really nothing wrong with that!

Compared to what he described, he was indeed a world of difference!

How could he describe it so well?

Cao Ang's eyes flashed with a little brilliance, and he touched the scroll and said to himself: "Strange book! It's really a strange book. ”

With that, he turned back to the box that the messenger had brought back to him.

"This ...... Could it be that it was also given to me by a potter? ”

The messenger said respectfully: "Yes, the potter accepted the child's women's clothes, and asked the next to bring this gift to the child, saying that he also asked the son to touch it well, after touching it, you will experience his gratitude to the child." ”

"Sure enough, as my father said, this person's mind is really broad, hehe, it is indeed not to be underestimated, and he is not angry even when he receives the rouge of women's clothes, and he knows to give me a gift in return...... Hehe, is Mrs. Tao showing magnanimity to this son? My son will also be generous with him! ”

With that, he pulled open the lock bar of the box and reached for it.

The moment he met the potter's return gift, Cao Ang's smile instantly froze on his face.

Cao Ang's subordinates all looked at him expectantly.

They also wanted to know what gifts the potters had given to their masters.

Cao Ang's face became darker and darker, the green tendons on his forehead seemed to be faintly jumping, and a mouthful of small white teeth were clenched tightly, almost crushing.

While everyone was not knowing what was going on, suddenly a strange smell began to spread inside the tent.

Cao Ang's lieutenants, military Sima and others all frowned.

One of Cao Jun's military commanders pinched his nose and said, "What does this smell like?" It stinks! ”

Another military Sima also said: "I smell this smell quite familiar...... It seems to smell horse manure, but we riders often smell it. ”

A lieutenant stroked his beard with a smile: "A certain family has been in the army all the year round, dealing with all kinds of war horses, for so many years, it can be regarded as knowing the temperament of horses, this smell of horse manure, I don't blow it!" As long as I smell it casually, I know if it's dry or thin...... Well, this bubble in the tent should smell quite thin. ”

Everyone exchanged ideas with each other and made various associations about the smell.

All of a sudden, someone asked a terrible question.

Where does the smell of horse manure come from?

Everyone's curiosity was aroused.

Everyone looked around, left and right, but in the end, their eyes fell on the hand that Cao Ang stretched into the box.

Everyone in the tent immediately stopped talking as soon as they realized what was going on.

The atmosphere inside the tent changed to a solemn one after another.

It's embarrassing.

When he was young, he saw a military Sima cautiously say to Cao Ang: "General, ...... the gift that the potter gave you?" ”

"Get it all out of here!" Cao Ang frowned and bit his lip tightly, as if he was about to bite out blood from his lower lip.

Everyone was nervous all of a sudden, and they all withdrew from the tent, rolling and climbing, for fear that Cao Ang would grab the handle and pick it up if it was half a beat slower.

Soon, the tent was empty except for Cao Ang.

Cao Ang took out his filthy hand from the wooden box, and said angrily and hoarsely: "Tao Zidu, I will kill you!" ”