Since Xu Miaoyun knew that it was impossible for her to wear it back again, she was secretly sad for a while, but she quickly sorted out her mood and decided to live a good life in ancient times.

So every day, in addition to the normal kitchen helper, the rest of the time is to make up for the ancient knowledge. For example, the ancient seasonal solar terms, the division of the hours, as well as the current politics, geography, customs and folklore of the Great Xiao Kingdom, etc.

As the saying goes, "a good memory is better than a bad pen", every night, she recorded the content of the questions from Zhao Gang or other soldiers in a small notebook.

Lu Zhan saw that she was writing in front of the desk with a brush in style, and thought she was practicing calligraphy. But when he looked closer, he found that he recognized some words, but some words were simple strokes, and he couldn't distinguish what words were for a while.

Xu Miaoyun saw that the general looked confused, so she kindly told him that this was called "simplified Chinese", which was a way of writing in her hometown.

Lu Zhan suddenly discovered that this simplified Chinese character has a kind of benefit, and if you need to pass on information in the future, you can write this simplified Chinese character.

Xu Miaoyun saw that Lu Zhan was interested, so she was naturally happy to be the general's teacher, if it weren't for the fact that Lu Zhan was good at arithmetic, and she didn't want to show off too much, she still wanted to teach him the ninety-nine multiplication table.

On this day, the two of them practiced stick writing in the tent again. Xu Miaoyun thought that she had talked to the soldiers about the capital during the day today, so she eagerly asked, "General, I... Will I still have a chance to go to the capital? ”

Lu Zhan was writing with his hand. In the past few days, he has seen Xu Miaoyun obviously happy, and he has not mentioned Shen Liangzhi for a half, he thinks that she has given up on Shen Liangzhi.

But she didn't want to, she still had plans to go to Beijing to find him.

"Yes, whenever a war is won, the Holy Lord will summon troops to Beijing to receive rewards."

"Huh? Still have to fight? Xu Miaoyun also put down the pen in her hand and sat upright and looked at Lu Zhan. Was he fooling her? Today, she obviously heard from the soldiers that the soldiers in the barracks who have a long leave of family visit once every six months are allowed to go home.

She originally thought that if she didn't catch up with the team entering Beijing this time, if other generals returned to Beijing to visit relatives, she would be able to give her a ride. She also heard that Lu Zhan never returned to Beijing, so naturally she didn't expect him, but she didn't expect him to say this so absolutely.

The man on the opposite side ignored the woman's direct gaze, and still lowered his head to write, but the simplified Chinese characters that were originally going to be practiced were written in cursive - I was originally devoted to lighting the moon, but the bright moon was shining on the ditch.

Hmph, stingy! Bai has been a teacher and friend with him for so long. Xu Miaoyun gave a definition of Lu Zhan, so she took her small notebook and went back to her small bed to review her homework!

Lu Zhan saw that the man seemed to be angry, and thinking of what he had just said, he was indeed a little out of style. After thinking for a while, he also abandoned his pen, pretending that he still had something to do, and wanted to leave the camp, but before going out, he said clearly, "I'll go to Vice General Li to explain the matter of tomorrow's public holiday." ”

Holiday? Xu Miaoyun is now a little know-it-all, she has long heard that there is a public holiday in the Zhenbei Army, and the soldiers who are on leave in rotation can have a day off, but she didn't expect that tomorrow would be.

So, is it possible for her to go out and play too? Thinking of this, Xu Miaoyun immediately put on her shoes and ran out with a swish.

Outside Zhao Gang's tent, Xu Miaoyun whispered, "Uncle Zhao, Xiao Tie, have you rested?" ”

"Huh? It seems to be the voice of Sister Wanyun. The small iron curtain in the camp tent looked out, and it was indeed his sister Wanyun.

"Uncle Zhao, you haven't slept yet~" Xiao Tie brought her in, and Xu Miaoyun saw that Zhao Gang was also writing something there.

"Yes, my godfather is writing about the things he will buy in the city tomorrow, what a long list." Xiao Tie pulled Xu Miaoyun to sit down beside his bed.

Xu Miaoyun was overjoyed, Uncle Zhao was going to enter the city tomorrow, she really came to the right place!