"Why didn't my brother change?" Dou Shiyan was so excited that his voice was panting, and he kept fiddling with the clothes on his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Bin was a little crying and laughing, "Change? How to change it! This dress is too small! ”

He picked up the standard sword that was placed next to him for the junior officers above the rank of chief, this sword was no more than three feet long, and the scabbard style was plain, but for Lin Bin, the sword of only about 70 centimeters was too small.

"What...... ...... long and long"

When Lin Bin heard this, he turned around and saw a child who would never be more than eighteen years old and said, "You...... You...... You can find a quartermaster, perhaps...... You might be able to find clothes that fit......," he said, intermittently, with a look of awe on his face.

Lin Bin looked at this very thin child who only reached his chest, but he was stunned, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, and couldn't help but think: "What is going on in this Han Dynasty?" "What's your name?" ”

"Small...... The little one has no name, and everyone calls me grassroots. When he saw Lin Bin walking towards him, he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and was about to kowtow.

"Don't be afraid, I don't eat people, do you know where the quartermaster is?" Lin Bin twisted the chick as if to lift him up, and walked out.

Under the guidance of the grassroots, Lin Bin found the quartermaster's office, which was a relatively large tent, with several wooden boxes outside, and many people wearing short brown (short clothes made of coarse cloth) were busy......

"There is such a warrior ???"

"Such a warrior will definitely ensure the safety of one party!"

"yes, we'll finally be able to live a few days of peace."

"Emperor Gaozu has appeared, and he has sent warriors to guard the Quartet......"

Lin Bin stood in front of the military tent with the grass roots, listening to the ancient fu that was suddenly sung in the barracks.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Weijia is returning to his hometown, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet!" I saw the soldiers running out of the military tent, waving their weapons, and shouting praises, and the people responded, "Ande warriors guard the Quartet!" Warriors defend the Quartet! Defend the Quartet! ……”

Lin Bin's undefeated deeds of slaughtering the tiger alone and against more than 20 brave Karasuma people have spread throughout the military camp, and there is a tendency to spread outward, and the reaction of the soldiers and Minyu is not surprising.

The military tent was suddenly opened, and a thin old man poked his head out, "You don't want to die!?" Emperor Gaozu's poems can be sung casually...... Target......? He saw the eagle in front of the tent twisting the chick like Lin Bin and the grassroots, grew his mouth, pointed at Lin Bin, and began to "You...... You, you, you...... "'You' is endless."

In other words, Lin Bin is 1.87 meters tall, not only burly, but also has developed a kind of fierce momentum in his perennial military life, and then looks at the healthy wheat-colored skin, although he doesn't look handsome, but he doesn't look scary, he doesn't understand that people see that they are either a lost soul or frightened to death.

He thought, "Is it because the blood on his body has not been washed?" Or is the body smell miserable? ”

He put down the grass root screwed in his left hand and clenched his fists with both hands, "The clothes assigned by the Han team are too small, I came to see if there are any bigger clothes?" ”

The thin old man had another "oh...... Oh, oh, oh. "The 'oh' is endless, but he doesn't answer, and his face is full of horror.

Lin Bin looked around at the Han soldiers and Minyu who were already surrounded around him, and found that they were staring at him with wide eyes, and he had the illusion that he was like a rare animal locked in an iron fence for people to see. He wasn't overwhelmed, just a little confused, "No?" Then forget it......" After speaking, he had to wring up the grass roots lying on the ground and walking stupidly.

"And...... Wait! The thin old man's expression was also as excited as the others, "Slow down!" Come in, let me measure the strong man, and I can make a fitting costume at night. ”

Lin Bin had just stepped into the tent, and he hadn't yet adapted to the light inside, but he heard a commotion outside!! The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and as an evocative smile, he shook his head and began to look at the furnishings in the tent, only to see that the tent was full of wooden boxes and weapon racks, and there were several bundles of red cloth on the boxes in the front right corner, which seemed to be the materials to make military clothing for himself.

"The strong man, let's help the old man move a wooden box first."

Lin Bin wanted to move a wooden box about 50 cm high, but when he moved it, he found that the wooden box was a little heavy, but only this wooden box was not neatly arranged, so he could only hold it up hard, and only listened to the sound of 'bang-la-la' in the box.

"Sure enough, what a warrior! You can even move a 'box house' full of gold! ”

In the Han Dynasty, money was not divided into copper and pure gold, and was generally called 'gold'. There are still the 'five cents' in the Lu Hou period and the 'four plant coins (also known as half taels) in the period of Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty', as well as the 'gold cake' with a beautiful pure gold casting style, and a gold cake is called 'one gold'. The so-called 'box house' generally refers to a container containing copper coins and gold cakes.

The thin old man stepped on the box house, gestured on Lin Bin with a cloth ruler in his hand, and kept chanting in his mouth: "I am eight feet two tall, I am really burly!" If our Han army is like a strong man, how dare Hu Lu and Wuhuan thieves run rampant? How dare you frequently offend my Han frontier! ”

Lin Bin's face was black, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he let the thin old man's withered hands grab the tendons and flesh of his arms, attack his chest, and squatted down to pat his tougher calf muscles......

"...... this?" He protected the vital point under his crotch, and his face was bitter.

The thin old man's face was stunned, he tilted his head and asked, "Don't measure your crotch?" How to make a gown? ”

Lin Bin was depressed and patient......