Hua Sanniang was stunned: "Ninth Master, how do slaves and maids know about marching and fighting, when you go back and see Fifth Master, let Fifth Master tell you." ”

Huo Roufeng made a small face: "He is in Fujian, I am in the capital, I am waiting for him to speak, the daylily is cold, I want you to tell me, you have been in Fujian, there is always a war over there, you must know." ”

Hua Sanniang looked at Cai Qin for help, hoping that Cai Qin could persuade Huo Roufeng to change the subject, but Cai Qin was glaring at her with a reproachful expression, with an expression that you don't even talk about this, are you still human.

On this boat, except for Cai Qin, no one could persuade Huo Roufeng, Cai Qin did not cooperate, and Hua Sanniang had no choice.

In the next few days, Hua Sanniang told Huo Roufeng what she knew about marching and fighting.

But as she herself said, she didn't know much, Huo Roufeng guessed that Hua Sanniang had not been to the battlefield, and it was likely that she was more of a meticulous errand.

But this is also better than telling a story, Huo Roufeng listened to it with relish, but Hua Sanniang knew very little, and within a few days, it became Huo Roufeng talking, and the others listened to it together.

Huo Roufeng told what she had seen and heard in her previous life, about her mother and about Mrs. Gao's heroic story on the battlefield.

The folk legends about these two people have long since disappeared, so whether it is Hua Sanniang or the maids, they all think that Huo Roufeng saw it in a book, or made it up by himself.

What makes Huo Roufeng even more sad is that Hua Sanniang is from the Minguo Mansion, and Mrs. Gao is the first Minguo Duchess and the first hostess of the Guogong Mansion.

Even so, Hua Sanniang didn't know that there was once a generation of female generals in the Guogong Mansion who was a celebrity for thousands of years.

Huo Roufeng suddenly had a whim, since even Hua Sanniang and the people around her thought that these stories were made up, then why didn't she let people write them down.

But whatever Huo Jiu Ye thought of, he would do it immediately.

When the boat arrived in Liaocheng, she invited Mr. Zhang, who was warming books, to come ashore for a drink and talked about wanting to write a book.

"Mr. Zhang, you must know a lot of talented people with good pen skills, can you recommend someone to write a story for me?" Huo Roufeng asked.

Mr. Zhang was silent, but as long as he is a talented person with good pen skills, who will write stories for children? What's more, it's still a merchant's child.

He thought about it, and suddenly remembered a person, he said to Huo Roufeng: "I know a person, surnamed Bi Daoyuan, in the pavilion not far from here, as the ninth master said, this person has good pen skills, plus the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are omniscient, and he has a small literary name in Shandong, but unfortunately he fell from a tree when he was young, and his legs were sick, so he couldn't take the imperial examination." ”

Huo Roufeng came to his senses and said to Mr. Zhang, "Can Mr. invite him?" It's easy to say and say. ”

Mr. Zhang said with a smile: "This person has an uninhibited nature, and he has a leg disease, so his temperament is inevitably a little weird, so I want to try it too." ”

Huo Roufeng simply got on the boat the next day and hurried away, and soon arrived in Linqing. There was already a shopkeeper of the Texas branch waiting here, and Huo Roufeng and his party abandoned the boat and landed on the shore and stayed in the inn.

Mr. Zhang was accompanied by Huang Ling, and went to the pavilion non-stop, and did not come back until three days later, and that Bi Daoyuan also came back with him.

Huo Roufeng didn't expect this matter to go so smoothly, she was very happy, but when she saw Bi Daoyuan, the smile on her face instantly stiffened.

Bi Daoyuan was carried in by Huang Ling, probably because he had a leg disease since he was a child, he was thin and small, about thirty years old, sharp-beaked monkey gills, and a few mouse whiskers, which made his appearance even more obscene.

When Huo Roufeng heard Mr. Zhang mention Bi Daoyuan, he said that he was uninhibited by nature and had a thin literary name, Huo Roufeng thought that Bi Daoyuan was a handsome character with the style of Wei and Jin, but he didn't expect that there was a difference between real people and imagination of 108,000 miles.

Although Huo Roufeng considers herself a man, she is still a little girl in her bones, and little girls like to be good-looking, so she really doesn't have a good impression of Bi Daoyuan.

Before Mr. Zhang went out to invite Bi Daoyuan, she had already decided that once Bi Daoyuan agreed, she would take Bi Daoyuan to the capital.

But now, she had changed her mind.

She has to take the test first.

Huo Roufeng groaned slightly, and then told Bi Daoyuan a story about the Taoist priest of Zhongnan Mountain fighting the bandits of Hujiangkou, and asked Bi Daoyuan to write it with this content.

Mr. Zhang's face showed a sad color, he knew Bi Daoyuan's temper, he didn't expect Huo Jiuye to take the exam first, Bi Daoyuan wouldn't feel humiliated.

Unexpectedly, Bi Daoyuan only moved his brows slightly, so he picked up the pen and worked hard to write, but after half an hour, he presented the written article to Huo Roufeng.

Huo Roufeng picked it up and took a closer look, only to see that Bi Daoyuan's handwriting was neat, and it was a beautiful hand. Huo Roufeng finished reading the article in one go, knocked on the table with her little hand and praised: "It's good-looking, it's even better than the biography of loyalty, Mr. Bi, how do you know these tricks, I didn't tell you." ”

Her voice is immature, with a childlike voice, and the joy is overflowing, she really likes to watch, unpretentious, natural and pure, and is completely the happy appearance of a child.

The corners of Bi Daoyuan's mouth rose slightly, and he said to Huo Roufeng: "I have a disability, but I like to watch people dance with knives and sticks, and there is a person who runs the rivers and lakes next door to my house, and I often interact with them, and I know some moves when I come and go." ”

can be neighbors with those who run the rivers and lakes to sell their arts, and they want to live in poverty, scholars have always loved face, but Bi Daoyuan told the story eloquently, but he did not hide it.

Huo Roufeng's favor for Bi Daoyuan increased a little more, and she said: "I don't know if Mr. Bi's family can be properly arranged, you are going to enter Beijing with me, maybe you will have to live in the capital for a year and a half." ”

Bi Daoyuan laughed: "I'm poor and sour, and I'm a cripple, I have been selling words for a living all these years, so I can have a tile to cover my head, how can I have any worries, Huo Jiuye laughed." ”

Huo Roufeng said: "Mr. Zhang is going to end, there is a lack of people like Mr. around me, since Mr. Bi is not tired, then stay in the Huo family in the future." ”

"Ninth Master believes me? What if I'm a mixed eater? Bi Daoyuan asked.

Huo Roufeng smiled: "It's just eating and drinking, the ninth master can afford it." ”

In just two words, Bi Daoyuan was stunned, and then laughed, he didn't look amazing, even the laughter was sharp and thin, extremely harsh.

"The Ninth Master has the style of Meng Wei, so I, a cripple, will eat and drink with the Ninth Master."

Bi Daoyuan said that he wanted to eat and drink, that is, he was really eating and drinking.

The ship was in Linqing, and the shopkeeper of the Dezhou branch of the Yongfeng found two Linqing cats to give to Huo Roufeng.

These two kittens are snow-white and very likable. Huo Roufeng saw that they were still little milk cats, so she asked people to buy a milk goat and milk the kittens.

But the next morning, when the mother-in-law went to milk, she saw Bi Daoyuan sitting on the board of the boat, with his cane thrown aside, and he was taking a bowl from under the goat, and then drank it with a bang.

The mother-in-law hurried to see that the goat's milk was empty, and it was all squeezed and drunk by the new Mr. Bi.