On the morning of the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, Zhang Xiang received a letter from Xueshen Mountain.

The letter was written by Qin Elegy, except for a simple greeting to him and asking him how he practiced martial arts, most of them talked about the current situation of the armies of Northern Liao and Southern Chu.

Xueshen Mountain is located in the north of the desert and between the south of Chu, between the junction of Xijin and Beiliao, surrounded by mountains, the terrain is precipitous, it is a natural danger mountain range, blocking the north-south exchanges between Xijin and Beiliao, if you want to go to Beiliao from Xijin, only go east through the Qinfeng Road of Nanchu and then go north to go to Beiliao, and Dingzhou is at the throat of this area.

Otherwise, Xijin and Northern Liao can only meet through the Western Regions further west, and the Western Regions desert is boundless, which is even more dangerous, so all along, both Northern Liao and Xijin want to take the Dingzhou of Southern Chu, which can connect the two countries.

It's just that for Xijin and Northern Liao, it has not yet reached the point of competing for Dingzhou, firstly, it is impossible for Southern Chu to sit idly by, and secondly, compared with the other party, Southern Chu's fragrant dumplings are the most fragrant.

Qin Elegy said in the letter that in addition to the main army of 100,000 troops deployed in Liangzhou to fight against the Southern Chu army, Dingzhou also deployed 50,000 Western Route troops from Northern Liao to guard it, in case Xijin took advantage of the fire to rob and seize Dingzhou to sneak attack the rear of Northern Liao.

Therefore, Dingzhou was like a frightened bird, Wenbo sent 80,000 troops from the north to guard Dingzhou, while preventing the 50,000 Western Route Army of Northern Liao, and on the other hand, to prevent Xijin from suddenly sending troops.

But Xijin didn't have any plans to sneak attack, and the Snow God Sect sent people and horses to infiltrate Xijin twice, but they didn't find out that Xijin planned to send troops to fish in troubled waters, and it seemed that he wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight in the battle of Liangzhou between Southern Chu and Northern Liao.

The 50,000 Western Route Army of Northern Liao had also been stationed on the grassland hundreds of miles away from Dingzhou, without any intention of acting.

In addition, the situation in Liangzhou was also tense, and Zhang Chi, the commander of the vanguard army under Wenbo's account, had already arrived outside Liangzhou with 70,000 soldiers and horses as early as three (rì) before, and confronted the 30,000 iron cavalry of Northern Liao ten miles away.

The 130,000 reserve army led by Wenbo also arrived at Xuanzhou Mansion and was ready to go.

After passing Qin Elegy's letter, Zhang Xiang also roughly understood the current situation.

Due to the geographical location of the Snow God Cult, it was easy for them to spy on these armies (qíng).

Through the deployment of troops (qíng) in Southern Chu and Northern Liao, Zhang Xiang can also roughly see the intentions of the two sides.

The 50,000 Western Route Army of Northern Liao should only be used to prevent Xijin, and there is no intention of seizing Dingzhou in Southern Chu, after all, the geographical location of Dingzhou is not suitable for their iron cavalry to attack, and it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, if you want to seize Dingzhou, at least twice as many soldiers and horses will be required, and now the Beilu Army has 80,000 to defend Dingzhou, and no matter how stupid the Northern Liao Army is, it is impossible to use the 50,000 to capture the city.

Moreover, if Northern Liao takes Dingzhou at this time, it is actually a thankless task at present, Dingzhou is of little strategic significance to Liangzhou, and the worst (qíng) situation is only to let Southern Chu give up Dingzhou, and Southern Chu can also retreat to Fengyang Mansion.

But for Xijin, it's different, if the Northern Liao captures Dingzhou, it can directly cross the Southern Chu to threaten the Xijin, and the Xijin can't sit idly by, once the Xijin sends troops, the Northern Liao will fall into a two-sided battle, and for the current Liangzhou war with the Southern Chu is imminent (qíng) situation, it is impossible for the Northern Liao to take this hot potato.

So in Zhang Xiang's view, Dingzhou is completely safe.

The 50,000 troops stationed there, in addition to preventing Xijin, can also deter Dingzhou and put a lot of pressure on Southern Chu, so that the 80,000 troops in Dingzhou will not dare to act rashly.

This move is clever, with static braking, you can divide the combat power of the 80,000 northern foot army of Southern Chu, and the 50,000 soldiers and horses of Northern Liao can march east to support Liangzhou at any time, once the 80,000 northern foot army in Dingzhou also advances eastward, the 50,000 Northern Liao army can also take advantage of the situation to go south to intercept the 80,000 northern foot army.

After all, the army of Northern Liao is mainly composed of iron cavalry, claiming to have 300,000 iron cavalry, and it is not difficult for every 10,000 iron cavalry to charge into a 100,000 infantry formation.

In Dingzhou, the 50,000 iron cavalry of the Northern Liao may not be able to capture the city, but if it reaches the plain of Hedong Road, the 80,000 infantry of the Southern Chu cannot be the opponent of the 50,000 iron cavalry.

In terms of flexibility (xìng) and support, the 50,000 iron horsemen of Northern Liao can be said to have an innate advantage.

Just from the distribution of troops (qíng) in this grand strategy, Southern Chu fell behind.

This Northern Liao military god Yelu is really worthy of his reputation, and before the fight started, he caught all the weaknesses of Southern Chu.

Zhang Xiang put down the letter in his hand and sighed softly.

From this point of view, if Southern Chu wants to win, the only way can only be to take it hard, and it is useless to have any tricks (yīn), and the Northern Liao Iron Cavalry has strong mobility (xìng) and has the initiative in the war, so it can be delayed, retreated, and fought.

But Nanchu can't do it, it can't be delayed, it can't be retreated, and I don't know if it can be won.

Although the two parties are now in a situation of confrontation, Zhang Xiang knows that the first party to make a move will definitely be Nan Chu.

Just as he was thinking about it, the maid came over and knocked on the door, saying that the things that Zhang Xiang had prepared for the dining room had been prepared.

Zhang Xiang shook his head (shēn), burned the letter and walked out.

Today is the sixteenth birthday of the little slave, and he who originally had a good heart (qíng) (tǐng) became a little lost after reading Qin Elegy's letter.

But these losses were only for a moment, and they were soon dissipated by the joy of helping the little slave make a rì cake.

Zhao Hanyan took Xiaonu and Shu Ziying out to buy things early in the morning, and Zhang Xiang asked people to buy ingredients for cakes.

After helping Su Shaoyuan make a cake last time, several cooks in the dining room of the Horse Mansion have actually learned, and the skills are not bad, especially the little slave, the girl is even more happy, and every once in a while she has to lead the chef in the dining room to make some small cakes to improve the life of the Horse Mansion.

After eating the cakes she made several times, Zhang Xiang said that she could go out to make cakes and sell them.

In this regard, the little slave replied with a smile, if he is old in the future, he will not be able to serve the princess and him, maybe this is really a good survival skill.

Just as Zhang Xiang was making cakes in the dining room, an uninvited guest came to visit.

Su Qianruo.

The arrival of this little girl really surprised him, some time ago, he only heard Su Shaoyuan say that she went out all day in Pingzhou City to find material to write stories, and Zhang Xiang visited Su Shaoyuan twice and did not see her.

Maybe she found something she liked, and with a goal to move forward, Su Qianruo now looks a lot more lively and cheerful.

This year, she is a year older and looks more like a big girl, wearing a goose-yellow gown, like a little fairy.

While eating the scrapped cake made by Zhang Xiang, she looked at him who was busy: "Sir, is this the birthday cake you gave to grandpa on grandpa's birthday?" ”

"That's right! Today is the little slave's birthday, so I'm going to make one for her birthday as well. ”

"Sir is so nice, and he also made a cake for the little slave sister by himself."

Zhang Xiang scraped a little (nǎi) oil with his hand and applied it to her face: "If you have a birthday, I will also make one for you." ”

"Really?" Su Qianruo's face was excited: "Then next year I will celebrate my fifteenth birthday, and Mr. will also make me a big cake, didn't Mr. say, the bigger the cake, the more blessings I will get." ”

She said as she spread her hands and made a big gesture.

Zhang Xiang also made a small gesture with his hand funny: "Fifteen years old, how old can you be, at best, it's just a little bit older." ”

She was very dissatisfied: "Then I don't follow, I have to be a little older than the little slave sister's." ”

"Doesn't that mean I'm unfair?"

"Then who told you to be so lazy and make such a small one for the little slave sister."

Zhang Xiang couldn't cry or laugh: "It's all so big, it's still small?" ”

Su Qianruo thought for a moment, and then gestured again: "Hmm... At least the size of a bathtub! ”

"You're a pig?"

"The gentleman is the pig."

Su Qianruo giggled.

Zhang Xiang didn't bother to take care of her, and patiently began to make (nǎi) oil for the cake in the cage, and asked, "By the way, you came to me today, is there anything wrong?" ”

Su Qianruo mysteriously took out a small notebook from her arms: "Look, sir, after my unremitting efforts for so long, I finally wrote a book by myself, I didn't use one of your stories, it was all my own thoughts, I came today just to let Mr. advise." ”

Zhang Xiang looked up, although the book was not thick, but according to the length of each story, the small book could hold at least dozens of stories.

He was very appreciative: "Not bad! Being able to write such a book completely on your own means that you have already graduated from the school, and you won't need me to teach you anymore in the future. ”

"But I don't know if I'm good at writing!"

"Then you read it to me, and I'll study it for you."

"Okay!" Su Qianruo clapped her hands, carefully opened the script, and read it seriously: "Once upon a time, ......"

With Su Qianruo's pistachio reading the story on the side, Zhang Xiang's cake was quickly ready.

After listening to the stories that Su Qianruo had read, Zhang Xiang also had a preliminary understanding of her style.

I didn't expect this girl to follow the romantic style, the sense of personal (qíng) integrated into each story is very strong, and the story depicted is also very beautiful, and she has won Zhang Xiang's teachings in her story, and the traditional virtues of Confucianism, such as loyalty, filial piety, courtesy, righteousness, and faithfulness, gentleness, courtesy, and frugality, have been integrated into it, which can play a certain role in teaching.

It's just that in Zhang Xiang's view, such a story that is too beautiful is not necessarily a good thing, if a story that is too beautiful is integrated into people's hearts, after experiencing a huge contrast (qíng), often people's hearts will also become terrible, in short, it will subvert a person's three views and make them change, which is not the golden mean.

The mean pays attention to balance, and there must be cruel events to compare with beautiful events in order to play a real warning role.

But he also understands Su Qianruo, she has been influenced by Su Shaoyuan since she was a child, and she grew up in such a family with fine clothes and food, she has had no worries about food and clothing since she was a child, she doesn't know the bitter cold, she has not suffered, she has not experienced the cruelty of real reality, and she lacks social experience, so it is impossible for her to write the same contrast in a short time.

And these things, if you want to teach, it doesn't really have much effect, because she hasn't experienced something yet, and even if she tells it, it's only a half-understanding, and she needs to really experience it to understand it.

It's as if an emperor doesn't know the suffering of a beggar at all, only knows that the beggar is dressed in tatters, and he can only see this tattered appearance! When he was asked to depict it, he could only say that the beggar was dressed in tatters.

Conversely, the same is true of the saying 'poverty limits imagination'.

Looking at the little girl who fell into self-absorption and boastful, Zhang Xiang smiled and put a little (nǎi) oil on her face: "The story is good, but if I give you a task, can you do it?" ”

"Sir, please." The little girl was so beautiful that she thought Zhang Xiang was impressed by her story.

Zhang Xiang said: "Your stories are really good, at least in terms of writing skills, barely passing, but you can't rub them out for the time being, after you go back, first hide your book, and then copy the stories you wrote before I told you to hear ten times." ”

"Huh?" Su Qianruo was stunned, a little incredulous.

Zhang Xiang nodded her forehead: "Ah what, what, what?" Can't do it! ”

"But..."The little girl's face was full of puzzlement: "Why do you want to copy it?" ”

Zhang Xiang couldn't say it explicitly, otherwise it would be too damaging to her creation, so he just said: "When you copy it ten times, and then compare it with the story you wrote, you can see the difference, and if you still can't see it, then copy it ten more times until you can see the difference." ”

"What's the difference?" Su Qianruo frowned, and then flipped up the notebook in her hand.

She thinks that she is creating according to the kind of story thinking of her husband, why is there a difference?

She came here today to show off to Mr., but she didn't expect to be beaten by Mr.

Seeing that she was very unconvinced, Zhang Xiang became serious: "What? Didn't listen to what the gentleman said? Do you think you can't complete the task I've given you? ”

"I'm wronged." Su Qianruo pouted and turned her head: "If Mr. doesn't explain, Qianruo will be wronged." ”

"Heh..."

Zhang Xiang was amused by her and said, "In this way, do you dare to make a bet with me?" ”

"What bet?" Su Qianruo couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in Zhang Xiang's gourd.

Zhang Xiang said: "You take this book back to your grandfather now, if your grandfather doesn't say you, you come back to me, I will allow you to rub this book, since you don't believe me, then you should believe your grandfather!" But if your grandfather had spoken of you, then you should copy the previous book ten times, as I said. ”

"I..." Su Qianruo lowered her head and pursed her lips, she didn't actually believe Zhang Xiang, she was just not convinced, why didn't she give her a reason? But for Zhang Xiang's bet, she didn't dare to agree, since Mr. dared to say so, then she must be sure, she didn't want to go back and be told by her grandfather.

Zhang Xiang continued to teach: "Qianruo, after all, your grandfather is the one who checks the content of these stories, I asked you to go back and hide it, and don't let him see it, these stories of yours are all good stories, but they are too beautiful, this is not a good thing, you revisit the stories I told you before, and then think carefully You can see the difference, these things are not clear in one or two sentences, so I asked you to go back and copy it, and when you copy it, you will be able to comprehend." The story in your book can't pass with your grandfather, and when you understand it, you can revise it. ”

Then Zhang Xiang shrugged his shoulders: "Fortunately, you showed it to me first, otherwise if you show it to your grandfather, your grandfather will have to teach you a lesson, you can't write a story in a hurry, you have to do it step by step, it's not that writing more is good, and it is most appropriate to be able to write the essence of the story." The appearance of the coat is just a visual enjoyment in the eyes of people, and then it will be forgotten, only deeply rooted in the hearts of the people can people remember, famous in history, otherwise there are so many people who write stories in history, why only so many people's stories can be handed down? That's the difference, the stories I told you before, but they've been passed down for thousands of years...".

That night, Su Qianruo was left in the Horse Mansion and celebrated the sixteenth birthday of the little slave together, and the warm and quiet atmosphere in the small Horse Mansion lasted until late.

Early the next morning, thousands of miles away in Liangzhou, the news of the attack of the Southern Chu army on the Northern Liao Iron Cavalry spread throughout the land of Southern Chu...

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