A group of people left the cake shop and walked towards Dongfang Mansion, talking and laughing on the way, so uncomfortable. When Dongfang Shuo invited us to the mansion as guests, he was naturally enthusiastic and full of satisfaction.

"It's okay," Uncle Wei Qing replied simply.

(Change notice: There is a writing error in the previous chapter, Mrs. Dongfang Shuodi should be called Qiu Gu, Qiu Hu is her brother-in-law, this chapter is corrected, and I hope you will understand.) ）

After a burst of laughter, waiting for Dongfang Shuo's wife Qiu Gu, she was full of happiness with fragrant tea and tea, which was generously placed on the guest table in front of her, and the burst of fragrance made people intoxicated. I actually squinted and enjoyed the taste, forgetting to say thank you. My uncle pushed me, and I shook my head and quickly apologized and thanked me.

"Thank you, Auntie, this fragrant tea is really delicious, Auntie's craftsmanship has nothing to say, the second uncle is really blessed." I said to myself, saying flattery that I couldn't even think of, and I didn't feel a little awkward, but the tea really tasted great.

"You just go to get sick, at such a young age, this mouth seems to be smeared with honey, which girl doesn't like it in the future... Auntie, I'll make you something to eat. Qiu Gu laughed heartily, touched my head with a smile and said.

I didn't forget my uncle Wei Qing and Dongfang Shuo next to him, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, everyone, I brought back some bacon from the time of disgust and made bacon rice for you, Dongfang Shuo, you greet your guests." With that, he happily walked in the direction of the kitchen.

The north is dominated by corned beef. There are many kinds of bacon, and the same variety has its own characteristics due to different origins and processing methods. In terms of raw materials, there are pork, mutton and its organs, chicken, duck, fish, etc.;

During the Western Han Dynasty, bacon was all the rage. The practice is also very simple: the raw materials are processed by cutting strips, preparing auxiliary materials, pickling, washing salt, drying and smoking six processes, which are characterized by red and yellow skin color, fat like wax, brown red muscles, salty and palatable, rich incense, and not greasy to eat.

"Zhong Qing is sick, Uchiko Qiuhu cooks, it will take a while, and I will drink it when I eat.

I'm going to take you to my study, and you'll be pleasantly surprised by what's inside, and I promise you'll love it. Dongfang Shuo said with a smile to the two of us, and at the same time, he had already picked up the shoes in his hand and put them on.

Yes, it doesn't work if you don't go, and it's not good. You're all shoeed, we have to go.

But this kind of hospitality is the first time I've seen it, and I don't give you time to refute it.

So my uncle Wei Qing and I laughed at each other, put on our shoes, followed behind Dongfang Shuo, and walked to the study in the inner room with a little surprise, hoping that we would not be disappointed.

The living room to the study does not go through the outside corridor, but behind the living room, a distance of more than ten meters, so it is very fast.

As Dongfang Shuo pushed open a door to a study carved with bamboo flowers, we entered the study.

The moment I opened the door, there was a strong smell of ink and bamboo.

The furnishings inside are also very simple, three or two tables and chairs, four or five oil lamps, and an unlit incense burner;

In the pen holder on the cabinet in front of the window, there are seven or eight brushes that have long been dried;

There are four or five bundles of bamboo books stacked on the bookcase next to it, an inkstone, and a brush with ink that has not dried, which looks like it was used this morning.

In the moonlight, there was a large tarpaulin on the opposite side of the window, and it was impossible to see what it was, and it smelled of earth from the inside out.

"Brother Man Qian, I have been an official in the court for seven or eight years, and there are a lot more books in this study, I remember that the last time I came, there were not so many books in the study." Uncle said secretly, it seems that Wei Qing has been to Dongfang Shuo's mansion more than once.

"Zhongqing, there are indeed more books, some of which are written by myself, and some of which are borrowed.

Brother Yu is this hobby, and the others are not good, the sword hanging on the wall has not been unsheathed for many years, I am afraid that it has long been rusted and dull. Dongfang Shuo finished speaking.

Walk under a blue-red sword and remove it. As he spoke, he suddenly felt a sharp drop in the temperature of the room.

Good sword, a word comes to my mind.

"The sword is called the Qingyu Sword, which has the characteristics of sharpening iron into mud and blowing off hair, and it is made by Ou Yezi in the Spring and Autumn Period.

The foolish brother has low strength, he can only be a civil official, to assist His Majesty in handling government affairs, this Qingyu sword is no longer used now, I want to send him to Ling's nephew Huo to get sick, so that he can go into battle to kill the enemy in the future, and he has seen miraculous feats and is invincible. Dongfang Shuo looked at his uncle Wei Qing and said reluctantly.

"Brother, how does this work. A few years ago, you gave me the fish scale sword, and I didn't thank you, but now you have sent another beloved sword to get sick, I can't bear it," Wei Qing said sincerely and embarrassedly.

For a moment, the room fell silent.

After a moment of silence in the study, I didn't fake, and without waiting for my uncle to react, I took the Qingyu Sword.

With a "bang", I pulled out my sword and danced.

"Whoosh~snort~whoosh" The sound of the sword breaking through the night sounded, and the last wild horse split its mane and did the sword closing pose.

"Second uncle, don't worry, this sword will accompany me for the rest of my life, help me fight on the battlefield, move forward bravely, and brush up shame!" I firmly assured Dongfang Shuo.

How loud and sonorous the promise is at this moment.

"Okay, the sword sends the hero, I hope we will grow up quickly when we get sick, go into battle to kill the enemy, and fulfill our promise!" Dongfang Shuo looked at me, who was as firm as a pine, and integrated all the hopes into this sword, and now I am its successor.

Uncle Wei Qing seemed to be rendered by this atmosphere, walked over slowly, and slapped me on the shoulder three times with his fist. It is encouragement, affirmation, and the same empathy, the voice of more than 20 million people in my Han Dynasty, and the expectation of 300,000 soldiers in the border area, all of which hit my shoulder and my heart with one punch after another.

Huo Qubing secretly made up his mind that he would study martial arts hard in the future, familiarize himself with military books, go to the battlefield as soon as possible to kill the enemy, and put this sword to use. Suddenly, Huo Qu's face was resolute and full of energy.

After being silent for a while, Dongfang Shuo adjusted and said to me and my uncle Wei Qing, "Today, the Qing Yu Sword was sent to Yu to be sick, it is the will of heaven, I have prepared a secret treasure for you, although there is a leak, please give it to the staff officer." “。

As he spoke, he walked to the place covered with a tarpaulin, carefully lifted the tarpaulin, and something that had never appeared in this world was displayed in front of our eyes.

I only saw seven or eight Gordons, and there was a wooden plank seven or eight meters long and four or five meters wide lying horizontally, which was full of terrain made of sand and mud, low in the east and high in the west.

The north side is paved with a layer of yellow sand and dozens of sprigs of green grass (a few centimeters apart); to the east, the blue-dyed gray soil, paved with two meandering lines of silver-gray sand; In the southeast, there are mud and sand and dots of silver-gray and blue sand; The castle tower, thatched huts and the Great Wall are interspersed (appearance, miniature model); Although it is simple and sketchy, it can also remind me of the appearance of the military sand table in my memory.

The so-called military sand table is a model that stacks or outlines hills, rivers, cities, fortresses, and routes in real geography in strict accordance with a certain proportion.

If you look closely at this military sand table, there are not only mountains, rivers, and cities, but also the number of troops stationed everywhere (the number of flags represents). In addition, flags of different colors appeared on the sand table, which were red and black.

Using the sand table, you can see the terrain and landform more intuitively, as well as the opponent's army configuration. In particular, sand table deduction is a routine operation in the army in the previous life, which is my memory and understanding of the sand table based on the previous life.

Dongfang Shuo was able to barely make a similar model out of clay, sand, and dye, which was enough to see his strategy and intelligence, which made me admire him even more, and I had an impulse and idea to apprentice.

It seems that the highest area of the sand table is Dongjiao (except for the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the Western Han Dynasty is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, which is almost a no-man's land, and is not in the territory of the Western Han Dynasty, so it will not be explained here).

This place is distributed in present-day Yunnan, southern Sichuan, and western Guizhou, and is dominated by Wuman.

The race is divided into seven tribes, with many cattle and horses, no cloth, and leather as clothing. The inhabitants are either engaged in agriculture or animal husbandry, and there are also half-farmers and half-animal husbandry, probably descendants of the present-day Yi, Naxi, and Suli in Yunnan.

The well-known cattle man in Dongfu is Meng Shu, who was caught and released by Zhuge Liang's military division, let go, and played seven times. Meng Shu finally understood, he couldn't play Zhuge Liang, who was in a wheelchair, so he simply stopped playing and announced that he would surrender directly, so as not to be arrested again.

Zhuge Liang captured Meng seven times, and then released him repeatedly. After Meng surrendered, he felt that there was no new meaning, so he wanted to run to the Central Plains to play, but he ended up playing sick in Wuzhangyuan and passed away.