"Just make do with it."

snatched the clay pot and threw a piece of honeycomb coal full of holes into it, Ying Chengcheng glanced at his master dissatisfied, pointed to the clay pot and said:

"Do you believe that I am the reincarnation of Zhurong? Can the palm breathe fire? ”

The master didn't speak, how dare he question the adult, but the meaning revealed in his eyes was obvious - my lord, don't joke with me.

"Don't you believe it? Normal, I don't believe it myself. Ying Cheng laughed twice without smiling, and roared angrily: "Then why don't you go and get firewood for Naigong, the fire fold!" You want Naigong to drill wood to make fire! ”

"Yui!"

The door opened and closed, and the wind and snow struck again.

The temperature in the room dropped, and the quilt on the bed shrank inward, and Ying Chengcheng stepped forward and violently lifted it.

Zhang Cang's eyes were slightly angry, and he couldn't help but make no move.

His teacher Xunzi stood by the bed and waited silently, watching coldly.

"Get up! You also learn a little, but Naigong only teaches it once. ”

"General?"

Ying Cheng's body stiffened.

The old man on the bed who was awakened by the cold got up excitedly.

The old man was still wearing an overcoat in the bed, and he was wearing very strange clothes. The colors are mixed, the fur is different, from the shape to the color are different, and the snow-white fox fur of Ying Chengcheng is really ugly.

This kind of weird clothing is called Baipi Yi, and it is very common among the people.

Ordinary people who risk their lives to hunt foxes, wolves, and bears will sell their skins intact to the Chamber of Commerce in exchange for money. Most of them are reluctant to use whole skins to make clothing, but use the leftovers of various animal skins to save a hundred leather clothes.

Although the appearance of Baipi clothing is not good, for the people, this life-saving clothing is beautiful.

"What a general!" The surprise on the old man's face was greater than the joy, and he quickly went down to the ground and said: "Trapped in the camp, meet the general!"

Ying Chengcheng held the old man who bowed down and bowed, and was silent for a moment, he gently patted the old man's muscles and bones.

"Why didn't you come to me after such a hard time?"

"Pretend to be dead to pick up a life, the lock is not worthy of being a soldier trapped in the camp. The general does not cut the lock, and it is a great luck to let the lock go home, where do you dare to think of anything else. Suo never thought that he would be able to see the general again in this life, what is the general here to do? ”

The old man couldn't figure it out, how could he come to his house with such a noble status as a general?

Bang~

The door opened again, and two people, one big and one small, rushed in, their hands were all chopped dry wood, and their faces were full of joy.

It is the owner of this house, and his son.

"Your Excellency, you're ready." The master's excitement stopped, he threw away the firewood, stepped forward quickly, and said as he walked: "Father, what are you doing, go back and lie down."

He held his father and looked at Ying Chengcheng with anger in his eyes.

His father fell into the root of cold disease when he was fighting, and the older he gets, the more he can't stand the cold. Since the year before, every winter has been a life-and-death disaster.

It was not the quilt that was lifted on the bed, but his father's life talisman.

Syllable~

The lock, whose body was cold and his face was frozen white, gave his son a mouthful.

"Don't be rude to the general!"

[General?] ]

Before the master's brain could react, his body had already bowed down immediately.

"The villain is at fault!"

Among the people of Qin, except for the First Emperor, even the prestige of the Marquis of Che is not comparable to that of the generals. In the martial state of Qin, generals were the most respected group.

Ying Cheng waved his hand.

"It's called honeycomb coal, and you see, you can use a fire breaker to make a fire, light firewood, and then use this honeycomb coal as coal, and put it on top of the fire.

"Be careful, at the beginning, you should open the window and wait until the honeycomb coal burns and then close it, because the smoke produced by the inadequate combustion of this thing is poisonous. Honeycomb coal should also be extinguished when sleeping, and it will also release poison when it is almost burned.

"Also, be sure to put the brazier under the chimney, and don't put it next to the bed."

Ying Chengcheng said and demonstrated.

The moment the flames burned, the eyes of the nameless child Mi also burned with flames.

He cautiously approached Yingcheng, but the flames reflected in his eyes seemed to be stronger than the flames burning in the brazier.

He stretched out his small, rough hand with cold sores and cracked blood, leaned over to the flames, and smiled contentedly.

"It's warm."

"Hey! Go far! Ying Chengcheng grabbed the child's little hand, which was about to reach out into the flames, and warned: "Children should not play with fire, be careful of bedwetting."

Mi shrank back a little in fear, looked back at his father, and moved to run to his father's side.

But in the end, he just hugged his knees and bowed his head, as if he wouldn't be afraid if he didn't look at Ying Chengcheng, he was reluctant to let go of this fire, it was really warm.

Suo squatted beside his grandson, feeling the warmth he hadn't felt for a long time, and the rising body temperature made him very comfortable. Those meridians that seemed to be frozen in ice and could break at any time thawed and turned into warm currents that washed through the body.

"General, how much will this cost?"

The old man's face was gloomy, and his son's originally excited expression also dimmed.

Charcoal can only be used by dignitaries, or wealthy businessmen. The honeycomb coal in front of you with a similar effect to charcoal should be worth as much as charcoal, right? Where can they, an ordinary family, afford it?

"What kind of are you talking about, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you have the guts, even I dare to tease, and treat General Ben as a girl, right? Can I ask you for money? Ying Chengchan's gaze moved to the master who was standing still, and said, "You are the son of the lock?"

"Yes."

The master hurriedly responded, since he knew that the young man in the white fox skin in front of him was a general, his figure was a little shorter.

"Your father is a hero, for the sake of Great Qin's birth and death, the Qin State will not treat heroes badly. In the future, you will have enough honeycomb coal pipes, and you don't need money. ”

"General, the lock is not"

The old man's face was ashamed, a person like him who pretended to be dead on the battlefield was not a hero in the Qin State, but a shame.

"I remember when you charged ahead, you fell off your horse, and you lost your sword in your hand, and you remained in the enemy line with your bare hands." Ying Chengcheng interrupted the old man's words, fiddled with the honeycomb coal, and said: "If you have no weapons, standing up is just adding a corpse, and it is right to pretend to be dead to save your life." But military discipline does not allow for personal feelings, and I can only bring you back. The previous exploits are gone, and I didn't find you afterwards, I don't know if you're living so hard, don't hold a grudge. ”

The lock was stunned.

The old man looked at the general next to him who was more mature than before, a little less childish, and a little more heroic, his eyes moistened, and his voice trembled.

"General, remember the lock?"

"Remember, I remember that you are from Qiujia Village, I looked for you several times but didn't find it, it turned out that your kid came to Xianyang, married Xijun, and had a son. You're not a few steps away from my house, and you didn't have any money but you came to me, didn't I tell you I had money. If you don't look for me, forget it, you won't see any of your old brothers, you are in Xianyang, you have been hiding for so many years, and you are really ruthless. ”

The old man rubbed his eyes.

"The lock has no face!"

After talking to the old man again, Ying Chengcheng patted the old man on the shoulder, got up and said:

"Let's go, I have to go to the next one, and I'll catch up with you next time I have time."

"General."

The old man called out to Yingcheng.

Ying Chengcheng lowered his head and smiled:

"What's wrong?"

"Condolences."

Ying Chengchan's smile was still the same, and he nodded heavily.

"Got it." Waving his hand, he said, "Let's go."

Xunzi took his disciples to follow Ying Cheng's footsteps, and the old man's eyes moved with Ying Cheng's figure, watching Ying Cheng Cheng leave the door and disappear at the door with the white fox fur.

The old man knew that Meng Gong's death was a bit of a blow to the general, so big that the general wanted to send honeycomb coal to the homes of the people of Xianyang one by one on a snowy day.

His generals are actually lazy and don't like to do everything themselves......

"Father, you don't have to die! You don't have to die......"

The host repeated excitedly.

The old man smiled, stopped his grandson's little hand that was getting closer and closer, and looked at the bright flame in front of him.

That Rong Ma has been laying a huge territory for the Qin State all his life, and even he, an old man, has to call out the champion of Menggong according to his age, and the Hou has not survived this winter.

Killing winter is the killer of the elderly.

But with this pot of honeycomb coal in front of him, this winter, there will not be another old man in Xianyang who will freeze to death.

It's not just fire that's burning, it's hope.

The next day, the doctor came to see the lock, and the craftsman came to renovate the house for the lock, making the bed hollow and connecting the flue.

"This thing is called Kang, you can add honeycomb coal in it, it is very warm and cold and can not invade, and the old man should not refuse. Chang Anjun said: 'This is what the old man deserves'. ”

On this day, Xunzi took his disciple Zhang Cang and silently followed behind Ying Chengcheng and sent honeycomb coal to one household after another.

On this winter day, the court sent a bag of honeycomb coal to every household in Xianyang.

It is not only Ying Chengcheng who delivers honeycomb coal on the road, but many people.

Xianyang, which was already lifeless, was even more cold and cold in winter, but it was initially burned by bags of honeycomb coal.

The price of honeycomb coal, which is comparable to charcoal, is not expensive, as long as it is not black and white, every household can afford it.

The chimneys of the houses emit black smoke, but in exchange for the vitality of Xianyang City.

Every house and every household in Xianyang has fireworks.

Winter fireworks are hope and life.

These lives rely on the flame of hope, and what gathers is gratitude to the first emperor and recognition of the Qin State, which is the people's heart.

Following.

Xunzi residence.

It's still the brazier, the bottom of the pot is expensive charcoal, and on top of the charcoal is cheap firewood.

Xunzi was still fiddling.

"Can you make a difference to your lord now?"

Zhang Cang nodded silently, from his heart.

Having witnessed what Ying Chengcheng did, he couldn't go against his conscience.

"Chang'anjun, don't you have to go by yourself?" Zhang Cang picked a bone in the egg and said, "Is this a show?"

"Showmanship? You've heard a lot of new words from you. Do you still need to put on a show? Who is the show for? King Qin, or which nobles of the family, stretched out his hand. ”

Zhang Cang shrunk his neck, shook his head vigorously, and quickly put his hands behind his back.

"The disciple just said casually, shouldn't he be beaten?"

Xunzi held the ring ruler in his hand, his face was not angry and arrogant, there was no doubt, and he said in an accentuated tone:

"Reach out."

Zhang Cang stretched out his hand with a bitter face.

The long and thick ring ruler swept through the air, and the wind was very loud, which showed that this time was definitely not light, and the sound of "pop" fell heavily on the fat hands.

"Ahh

Zhang Cang was like an electric shock, the whole person bounced up, and his hands shook hard, but the sharp pain and numbness still lingered.

Xunzi and the other disciples stopped, and sat back in their places with a frown.

"Again."

Zhang Cang bounced up again, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched, and he pleaded for a long tone.

"Teacher!"

Xunzi was unmoved, holding the ring ruler and said in a deep voice:

"Again."

Zhang Cang's forehead was full of sweat, and he wanted to rush out of the door, regretting what he said.

If he had known that a sentence would cost so much, he would definitely keep his mouth shut.

The teacher's order was difficult to disobey, and in the end he still stretched out his hand.

Syllable~

Syllable~

There were two soft sounds in a row, and the second and third strokes were far less heavy than the first, and they were more like a perfunctory thing.

But Zhang Cang was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly when he was beaten, and didn't dare to look at it until he was beaten, and only after he was beaten did he open his eyes incredulously and look at the teacher suspiciously.

[Why are these two blows so light, teacher?] ]

Xunzi put down the ring ruler, and knew the doubts in the disciple's heart without the disciple opening his mouth, and explained:

"The first blow was all punishment.

"Although the second and third strokes are also punishments, the purpose of the teacher is not all punishment, but your courage. You are afraid, but you can still stretch out your hand, and courage can make you less. ”

Zhang Cang cried and said with a sad face:

"Yesterday I said that to the teacher, the teacher did not annoy me, and praised me for being very good and thinking. Why is it that today just said a sentence from Chang Anjun, and the teacher was so angry, and the disciple couldn't figure it out, just because the teacher was Chang Anjun's disciple? ”

Xunzi is not good-looking.

"You said it yourself, did you think about it when you said that sentence? Debate is for the truth, and although what you said yesterday is contrary to me, I know that you are for the truth.

"And today? You don't say it for the sake of the truth, but for the sake of your face, for the sake of winning or losing. Debate only for the sake of debate, not for the truth, you should fight! ”

Zhang Cang lowered his head and stopped talking, he couldn't refute the teacher.

"The people will not know about honeycomb coal, they will not think of honeycomb coal, they can live without honeycomb coal, and they will not have demands. Tell me, should this honeycomb coal be given to the people? ”

"Yes."

Zhang Cang said in a low voice.

Although he knew that when he said this, he was overturning his views yesterday, but as a subordinate of Xunzi, no matter which family or faction, conscience is the most basic.

"But, I think that Chang'anjun can do better and can provide the people for free."

Xunzi raised the ring ruler again, Zhang Cang's ears were sharp, his face trembled with fright when he heard the movement, and he hurriedly waved his hand with some red and swollen hands:

"Cang is not nonsense this time! Cang has asked Chang'anjun! It's not expensive! ”

"Humph!" Xunzi said coldly: "You learned so many strange words from Junshang, why didn't you learn any good words?" Things that are obtained for free will not be cherished, didn't you tell you this truth! ”

"In the balcony, he always told me to sit on the lotus again, the old [Han] cart, where would he talk to me about any reason......

Zhang Cang muttered softly.