Chapter 51 Prince Yue

Gong Nian Huai looked at the brushes of different thicknesses on the pen holder, frowned, and Meng Zhijing's eyesight came up, "Oh, here, hey, I always put it on my body." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" said and handed Gong Nian Huai a signature pen.

Gong Nian Huai took the pen, thought for a while, and leaned over to make a drawing on the paper.

"Uncle Fang, find the best fabric, preferably light and tough, and able to withstand strong pulling, is there?" Gong Nian Huai drew two strokes, feeling a little uneasy, and looked up at Fang Qiong.

"Yes, yes, there is the best mountain cloth," Fang Qiong nodded hurriedly.

"Mountain back cloth? Uncle Fang, what kind of cloth is this? When Gong Yi Nianhuai heard this, he simply stopped his pen and asked clearly, things related to human life must not be sloppy.

"Shanhou cloth, is produced in Zhuji, Shaoxing Prefecture, in the process of spinning the linen yarn is forced and then woven, delicate and delicate, durable. No less than silk weaving. ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai heard the long-lasting sentence and put his heart at ease. If you brush it with tung oil, it will be waterproof.

"That's it." Gong Nian Huai said, lowered his head to make a drawing, suddenly remembered something again, stopped writing and asked, "Uncle Fang, you still have to find the strongest rope." ”

"Nianhuai, Uncle Fang will give you the best. Uncle Fang knows that this is a matter of human life, and if you can't make do with it, you can rest assured that it will be handed over to Uncle Fang. ”

Gong Nian Huai nodded, hesitated for a moment, and was still not at ease. It's not that Gong Nian Huai doesn't believe in Fang Qiong, but this thing is something beyond the comprehension ability of people in this time and space, and what they think is right is probably very wrong, because it doesn't conform to physical principles.

Let's finish the diagram first, they know what it's for, and then explain it, it's easy to understand.

The drawing is very simple, the structure is not complicated, the difficulty is to make it strictly according to the drawing.

"Kites?" Meng Zhijing tilted his head and looked at the picture on the paper, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Almost." Gong Nian Huai didn't explain much.

"Uncle Fang, I'll leave you alone. found someone to make it overnight, and the little nephew relied on it to find Li Jun's envoy. Uncle Fang, it wants to take the little nephew to the sky, if it is not strong, the little nephew will fall from the sky, hey, you can watch it. ”

It's really uneasy to lose Nianhuai!

It's just on the ground, it's a big deal to fall on your heels and rub some skin. If it falls from the sky, Mother Earth's arms will not be easy to return, and some of her legs will be broken and broken, and if they are a little heavier, they will be smashed into a pile of rotten flesh.

"Okay, Nian Huai rest assured, Uncle Fang can save it, save it. Let's find someone to make it, and make a few more. Uncle Fang also flew into the sky. ”

Fang Qiong rushed out with the drawings and ran into Zhang Yan who was sending people back.

"Zhang Yan went with me to the quilt shop. Alas, forget it, you let Nian Huai draw another one, and go to the general with the drawings. As he spoke, he shouted into the house again.

Zhang Yan looked at Fang Qiong as if she was on fire in her butt and walked towards the front yard, Fang Qiong turned the passage and disappeared, Zhang Yan turned around and walked into the house.

"What's wrong with Steward Fang?" Zhang Yan asked as soon as he entered the door.

Zhang Yan saw Meng Zhijing and Gong Nian Huai gathered around the table, Gong Nian Huai was holding the very small and thin pen and drawing on the paper, so he didn't pay attention to him, and also came over to take a look.

"Uncle Fang is still thoughtful, make a few more kites, and no one can be idle now." Meng Zhijing said in his mouth, his eyes staring at Gong Yi Nian Huai to make a picture.

Meng Zhijing was a little curious about the kite painted by Gong Nianhuai, but he had no confidence. I've played with this thing myself, and it's put on a string and used by children to play with. How can you send people to the sky and fly with them?

Using it to search for the overdue envoy Li June, it's a bit nonsense.

I can't say this yet, do you think, just an hour ago, Gong Yi Nianhuai also used demon methods to treat malaria, as for the effect? Before it comes out, no one can conclude that using demons to cure diseases is nonsense.

Therefore, Meng Zhijing will look at it in vain and wait to see the effect. Don't look at the ads to see the efficacy.

Isn't it just a waste of manpower to make good fabrics? It's not worth it because of these, and it swept away the prosperity of the public and the Huai.

If it does, who's to say?

Meng Zhijing was in the mood of suffering from gains and losses, and accompanied the public to read Huai to make a picture.

"If you have enough manpower and material resources, it doesn't hurt to make a few more." There is no opinion on the public loss of Nianhuai, anyway, he doesn't need to pay a penny by himself, and he can choose the best of the best, after all, if he can use this thing, the entire Great Song Dynasty, I'm afraid it's just himself. Heaven is oneself, and the little life cannot be exchanged, and if it is changed, it will not come back.

Soon, the second picture was finished and handed to Zhang Yan for him to quickly send to Meng Heng. How Meng Hui makes decisions is not something that can be influenced by Nian Huai and Meng Zhijing, so do your best to obey the destiny of heaven.

"Brother Meng," Gong Nian Huai rubbed his slightly swollen temples and looked at the wilted Meng Zhijing, "What kind of army is stepping on the White Army, it sounds very powerful." It's nothing to do for a while, tell the little brother, oh, if it involves military secrets, the little brother Quan didn't ask anything. Let's take a look at penicillin. ”

Gong Nian Huai got up and made a gesture to see penicillin, Meng Zhijing held his chin in his hands, sat on the maza, and looked at the courtyard with a little confused eyes.

There was a layer of twilight in the courtyard, and the huge shadows of the trees on the courtyard wall cast down, flooding the courtyard and wrapping the porcelain jars that covered the courtyard, making it look dark and gloomy.

"It's not a secret, and it's okay to say it. Nian Huai, do you know Lord Yue? Judging from the tone, Meng Zhijing was not in a high mood, and he didn't know where to deal with it.

"Lord Yue?" Gong Yi Nianhuai shook his head, "I know Lord Ma." Oh," Gong Nian Huai's brain flashed, and he rushed out, "Yue Fei, Yue Wumu!" Why is it Lord Yue again? ”

When Yue Fei is mentioned in later generations, he usually thinks of the case of his mother-in-law's tattoo and loyalty to the country, and then thinks of Wu Mu's suicide note in Jin Daxia's novel.

A commentary "The Biography of Yue Fei" made Yue Fei a household name for Chinese in later generations, and everyone knew about it. Travel to the West Lake, I'm afraid no one doesn't go to visit Yue Fei's tomb, the couplet of "Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, and the white iron innocently casts the minister" is even more widespread.

More than 30 years after Yue Fei was killed unjustly, Song Xiaozong posthumously gave Yue Fei the nickname "Wu Mu", Song Ningzong posthumously named the king of E, and Li Zong changed his name to Zhongwu. However, future generations only know Wu Mu, not Zhongwu.

As for the construction of Yuewang Temple, it was a matter of the Ming Dynasty.

When it comes to the stories of Yue Wumu, Jing Zhong serving the country, returning my rivers and mountains, etc., Gong Yi Nianhuai is familiar with it, and suddenly a Yue Wang Ye popped up, and he was a little slow to react, why not? Not familiar!

"Nian Huai, haha, I can't imagine that people who have lived overseas for a long time are so familiar with Grandpa Yue." Someone knows Yue Wumu, and he still has great admiration when he listens to his tone, how can this not make Meng Zhijing, who lives in the same time and space, feel a lot of pity?

"Hehe, junior brother's understanding of Yue Wumu is probably not worse than that of Brother Meng." If you add the elements of romance, Meng Zhijing really doesn't necessarily know Yue Fei better than Gong Nian Huai. Because it has been more than eighty years since Yue Fei left this time and space, what Meng Zhijing knows is nothing more than the word of mouth of the older generation.

And Gong Nian Huai also has an extra layer of historical overlook, which can interpret Yue Wumu in many ways and at multiple levels.

"Tsk, I said brother, don't be so confident. The grandfather of the little brother's grandfather followed Grandpa Yue to fight in the east and west. It has been a hundred years since Nandu, and Grandpa Yue's mantle is endless, and it is falling on my Meng family. Hehe, Nian Huai, dare to compare with the little brother. ”

"What about Yue Ke?"

Meng Zhijing's mouth opened like a big hippopotamus, and he pointed at Gong Yi Nianhuai, "You, you, you, did you come back from overseas?" ”

Meng Zhijing jumped up from Mazha, came up and grabbed Gong Yi Nianhuai's shoulder, shook and shake, "Tell me quickly, how do you know." I don't believe you've lived overseas for so long, and you'll know so much. ”

"Hehe, Brother Meng," Gong Nian Huai raised his hands with a smile, passed through Meng Zhijing's arms, and slowly pulled his arms apart, "What's the matter, although the little brother is not a talent, he also knows the world." Does this have anything to do with not being in the Great Song Dynasty? ”

Gong Nian Huai began to pretend to be forced, and he found that torturing Meng Zhijing was also a pleasure. Although Meng Zhijing is a good partner and a very good conversation partner, this does not affect the fact that Gong Yi Nianhuai likes to watch Meng Zhijing go crazy and wilt.

In fact, Gong Nian Huai didn't know that Yue Ke was not alive at this moment, if it was based on Jin Daxia's novel, Yue Ke should still be alive now. I wanted to take it out to tease Meng Zhijing. If Meng Zhijing didn't know about Yue Ke, it would be even more fun, and he could slap Meng Zhijing's little face left and right. Unexpectedly, there is really such a person as Yue Ke, even the young people who are less than ten years old in Meng Zhijing also know Yue Ke, so the Yue family and the Meng family may still maintain contact.

Because if the two families are just mixed in the officialdom, they will know that the other party understands each other, unless the two intersect in the officialdom, it is difficult to use the means of transportation and communication in the Song Dynasty. Later generations of mayors of Zaoyang do not necessarily know who the mayor of Ningbo is, unless they are deliberately contacted.

"Why?" Meng Zhijing let go of his hands, sat back on the horse, and dragged one over to Gong Nian Huai.

"Who is Lord Yue, he is a big hero, and he is a Han people who know it. Brother Meng, isn't there an old saying, flowers bloom inside the wall and fragrance outside the wall,"

"Is it an old saying that flowers bloom inside the wall and incense outside the wall?" The little star in Meng Zhijing's eyes has descended again.

"Uh---, it's not ancient, it makes sense." Gong Nian Huai didn't know how old this sentence was, anyway, he was older than him.

"Ancient or not, look at the reason. It's interesting. Oh, Nian Huai, do you know Lord Yue overseas? What do they think, well, what do they think of Yue Wangye? ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai's eyes rolled, and he wanted to tease Meng Zhijing again, but it didn't take much effort to get it anyway. "History will choose those who are faithful to history; History will remember those who dedicate themselves to history"! Brother Meng, what do you think people from ancient and modern times at home and abroad will say about Lord Yue? ”

Anyway, at this time, the public lost Nianhuai, his mind was full of photos of Luoyang, as well as banners commemorating Luoyang, "The motherland will eventually choose those who are loyal to the motherland, and the motherland will eventually remember those who are dedicated to the motherland" Gongyi Nianhuai did not know what kind of family and country feelings the Song people had, so they replaced the motherland with history.