"Sand."

Walking alone in the snow, the cloak behind his armor slashed across the snow on the side of the road, making a slight grinding sound that lifted some of the snow on the ground.

The boots with the armor stepped into the snow and sank into the snow, the snow did not reach the ankle level, and the snow on the ground was already a little thick.

A horse walked behind, its bell swaying slightly and ringing in the night, its hooves leaving a trail on the snow.

The village behind him grew farther and farther away.

Huo Quzhi led the horse, saw the two huts from a distance, patted the snowflakes on his shoulders, and looked at his body.

His armor was stained with blood, which had been left behind by the battle formations, but he had not had time to wash it, or there was no water to wash it in such weather.

He grabbed some snow from the ground and wiped two handfuls of his armor to wipe some of the blood away.

It looks a little dazzling, don't scare them.

Inexplicably, he pulled up the cloak behind his back and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

It probably doesn't stink······

After a second thought, he lowered his cloak again and laughed self-deprecatingly.

What do you care about, and what does it do to be a big thing.

He looked down at the wine he was holding in his hand, then at the room, and walked slowly.

said that he returned from victory and drank with her, but he didn't know if that Gu girl was still there.

It was almost dark outside, and Duanmuqing was tired after walking outside for a day, so he went back to bed early to rest.

A lamp was lit on the table, and the flame in the lamp emitted a yellowish light, illuminating the room, and the sound of Duanmu Qing's gentle breathing came from the bed.

Gu Nan didn't bother her, she sat at the table alone, looking at the bamboo slips. He had a pen in his hand and an empty slip on the table.

There was a soft sound of bamboo and wood turning in front of the table, and a figure swayed under the lamplight.

From time to time, she would pick up her pen and write something on the empty notebook.

After living here, Gu Nan would write something whenever he had free time.

Duanmuqing had read what Gu Nan had written, but what was written on it was full of some strange symbols that she couldn't understand, although there were explanations and annotations of those symbols, she couldn't understand it, and then she stopped reading it.

In Gu Nan's words, she is writing a book.

In fact, Gu Nan had such an idea a long time ago, to organize the modern knowledge she had learned in her previous life, and write a few books, first as the foundation, and then gradually deepened, to pass on this knowledge to the world, so as to improve the overall social level.

But at that time, it was still the Qin State, and the foundation of the Qin State at that time was unstable, and all I thought about every day was how to stabilize the foundation. Moreover, there are not enough teaching conditions to pass on this knowledge to the world.

Moreover, this knowledge spanned too much for the people at that time, and it took a lot of time and effort to be able to accept that they had to write in as much detail as possible.

At that time, Gu Nan was either dealing with the old nobles of the Six Kingdoms outside, or guarding the parade of King Qin and dealing with the affairs of the palace guards. I simply don't have the time and ability to write about these things.

She originally thought that she would wait a few more years, wait until the Qin country was stable and the world would be stable, and then when the time came to implement education, she would gradually integrate modern knowledge into it.

But unfortunately, she didn't wait for that kind of situation.

The shadow of the lamp flickered slightly, Gu Nan woke up from a stunned state, looked down at the bamboo slip, which had not been written for a long time, and the ink dripped from the pen and fell on it.

With a wry smile, she shook her head and continued to write, she was just a graduate of a second-rate university in her previous life, and she also studied business design, and she didn't remember much knowledge of mathematics, physics and chemistry.

For her, it's just a matter of writing down as much as she can remember, and maybe, it will be useful for future generations.

Of course, in addition to modern knowledge, she also hopes to integrate what she has learned, as well as the theory of the hundred schools.

What she studied was for the soldier family, and now she is studying medicine, and the hundred schools of thought may need to be integrated when she leaves this place in the future.

It is not known how much it will be able to integrate and how much time it will take.

Or maybe she won't be in the customs again for the rest of her life, who knows?

This may be something that a person will never be able to finish in a lifetime, but for her, she may have the time.

This can be regarded as something that she, a useless person left over from her previous life, has done for the future life.

But now, there is still a problem that makes her distressed, just to write down the modern knowledge she knows in detail, I am afraid that she needs to know how many bamboo slips, which is very inconvenient, and Duanmuqing's home may not have so many empty slips for her to use.

Gu Nan held the pen in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Now it's the Han family, and I don't know if there is paper. If not, I don't know how long it will take for her to make the paper herself.

"Bumper."

There was a sudden knock at the door.

It's so late, isn't there someone in the village who is sick?

Because they live near the village, if someone in the village is sick, the people in the village will often come to them.

Gu Nan got up and walked to the door and opened the door.

Outside the door stood a young general, with some snow flakes on his armor and a jug of wine in his hand.

When he saw Gu Nan, a smile appeared on his face, and he raised the wine jug in his hand.

"Senior, say okay, return from victory, I will invite you to drink."

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The lights in the house went out, and the two of them didn't sit in the house, after all, Duanmuqing was still resting in the house, so it was not good to let Huo Qu get sick and not wake her up.

He cleared the open space under the eaves outside the house, lit a fire, and took two cups and sat by the fire.

The snow in the sky at night is much lighter, and it is no longer as heavy as it was during the day.

The wood in the flames burned, and a few sparks burst out from time to time.

The fire shone on the surrounding snow, making it slightly yellow.

Neither of them was so particular about it, just sitting casually in the snow, leaning against the edge of the house. For the two of them, this snowy night was just a little cold.

"Bang." The wine jug hit the glass with a crisp sound, Huo Quzhi poured out the wine in the jug, and the sweet wine reflected a little light in the firelight.

"You don't ban alcohol in the army?" Gu Nan asked with a smile.

Huo Quzhi shrugged his shoulders and said, "This is my private collection, don't talk nonsense everywhere, otherwise I will be indispensable." ”

As he spoke, he had already filled Gu Nan's cup.

"Huh." Gu Nan chuckled, raised the cup in his hand to his mouth, and took a sip.

When the wine enters the mouth, it is cold, it should be frozen by the weather, but when it flows through the throat, it is warm. The wine dispersed, and by the fire, the body was much warmer.

"I thought I'd have to wait for your wine, and I'll have to wait a little longer."