Gong Qingshan led Zhao Zheng to the Assassin's Mansion, and the scene in the Assassin's Mansion made Zhao Zheng teary-eyed.

In this world, there is still a place that is so similar to the imperial palace!

There was a bucket under the tree in the courtyard, and the dew of the morning sun was slipping off the leaves, and drops were falling into the bucket.

The clothes hanging to dry are visible to the naked eye and are covered with patches, white and deformed after washing, and they are twice the original size.

On the beam above the lobby hung thirty fist-sized rag bags, one of which was a day's ration.

In the study, the straw rope is used to string the books, and the cowhide rope is broken, or eaten.

The oil lamp near the side of the desk was dusty, apparently just an ornament, and there was a cloth bag on the table, in which there were three or two fireflies, and a hole obliquely above it, covered by a wooden plank that could let in light.

Zhao Zheng has a feeling of finding a soulmate!

Although there are many places that are not as good as themselves, they have been frugal for 50 years, and they are their predecessors!

"I... It's so old. Zhao Zheng knocked on the table: "Your carpenter skills are fifty years behind, the table creaks like this, and you don't know how to fix it." ”

"I'll fix it."

"This Thorn History Mansion, as well as this entire Shengle City, should be renovated."

Gong Qingshan couldn't help but look sideways, this young general actually knows how to work as a carpenter?

Shengle City was established with the specifications of a state office, and there was no shortage of schools in the city, so there was a shortage of craftsmen.

Scholars can still come to the desert to educate barbarians for ideals, craftsmen don't have ideals, they want to make money, and Shengle City doesn't have much money.

Quite skillfully repaired the table, Zhao Zheng did not forget to clean up the remaining wood chips, and the Thorn Shifu used wood to make a fire, which was too wasteful.

"General Gong, the burning efficiency of the whole section of wood is very low, only about thirty percent, and if the wood is broken into wood fragments, the burning rate can reach more than eighty percent, and if it is crushed into this kind of wood chips, the burning rate can reach ninety!"

Zhao Zheng shared his experience very intimately.

Gong Qingshan was dumbfounded, the so-called business you came to the house is this?

Zhao Zheng realized that he had gone off the rails, and he smiled and didn't feel embarrassed: "I'm here to help people." ”

"Mengren...."

Gong Qingshan sighed: "Back then, the North Starling wanted to unify the desert, take Shengle City as the place of governance, and set the desert as Mozhou. ”

"Therefore, Shengle City should have sufficient reserves, and many people have deliberately migrated here, with fields and wells, and are self-sufficient."

"The old thorn is also a capable person, he runs it in an orderly manner, and he is ready to try to trade with the Mengren."

"But before I could do it, the people went south."

"Old Thorn History, died in battle, died standing up."

"Don't take the post of assassin for the time being, appease the army and civilians, resist the Mengren, three days, three days later, I also died in battle."

"Then there is Changshi, Changshi didn't die in battle, he was old, he didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights, he had heart failure and was exhausted, and he died."

"Later, the old man came and buried them in the backyard."

"But the old man, I can't stop it, the pioneer warrior of Mengren is too strong, the old man can only lead the green mountains with a sword and seal the city."

Gong Qingshan tells the story of fifty years ago one by one.

In his hand is a Shou Mei tea like broken silver, slowly brewed.

"During the New Year's holidays, I am willing to tear off such a grain, and I want to soak it in the moon."

"Fifty years of longevity...."

Shengle City can be self-sufficient, but after all, it is closed, materials cannot be circulated, and you can't eat what you want, drink what you want, and live a life, but you have to save it.

Zhao Zheng didn't dare to drink.

Gong Qingshan naturally took a sip and took out a stack of letters:

"All these years, let's write letters."

"Write to relatives and friends in your hometown, ask them if they are doing well, and tell them that we are doing well."

"Write to the state officials and ask them when they will send troops to support and whether they can stop the Mengren."

"Write to the king of the north starling, ask, when will our salary be sent down....."

Gong Qingshan held the letters one by one, and the letter paper was cut into four parts of standard-sized yellow paper, and the font was very small, so that it could be used for a while.

"Everyone knows that letters can't be sent, and no one accepts them, but the words are stained with ink, and my heart is always very stable."

Write a letter to send Acacia, but everyone knows that it can't be sent, and no one accepts it, for 50 years, my father and uncle must be buried in the mountain, and if the children have a short life, it is estimated that they will have to be buried together.

Gong Qingshan groped in his arms, groped out two or three real broken silver, and put them on the table and swirled: "Look at this silver, Shengle City has been bartering since the eleventh year of Wanxing!" ”

"The old man knows what you mean."

"When a big cadre is in charge, the national strength should be very strong, right?"

"Being able to find Shengle City in this big green mountain means that the Great Wall has been built."

"Meng people are good at volleys, if you find that you can't beat it, you can retreat into the depths of the desert, we and other Han people are not familiar with the terrain, can't catch up, want to annihilate it, never suffer from it, you can only gather and rape it."

"You Daqian, you plan to use Shengle City as a bait to attract Meng people to attack, and then ambush them."

Zhao Zheng nodded: "Exactly." ”

Gong Qingshan said: "Although there are only 3,000 Xuanwu troops left in Shengle City, if you kill the Meng people, you can also help you, and the thickness of the cloud qi is not inferior to 30,000 elites." ”

Zhao Zheng thought it was true, three thousand white-haired old men, the lowest was seven grades, which was much more powerful than the cowardly Xue army, coupled with the obsession of guarding Shengle City for fifty years and the hatred of the dead country in the north starling, he would definitely be able to exert stronger strength.

However, Gong Qingshan's first product is the most important, with Gong Qingshan and himself, even if there are only 10,000 elite horsemen and 3,000 Xuanwu troops, they can eat and attack the Mengren.

Zhao Zheng said tentatively: "Then the general led three thousand Xuanwu troops, joined up with my big cadres and horses, and succeeded in a battle?" ”

Gong Qingshan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Old man, it's not good...."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The old man fought a war back then, the sword led the green mountains, the city was sealed, and the Meng people were saved from slaughtering the city, but the strength was overdrawn, and the realm fell year after year."

Saying that, Gong Qingshan stimulated a little qi on his body: "Today, I heard that the Northern Starling died in the country, and my strength was lost, and only this little bit of qi was left. ”

"Not in the product..."

Zhao Zheng was stunned, the Northern Kingdom Sword Gang back then, the master who was most expected to break through the first grade, just became a mortal.

Gong Qingshan looked at the white snow on the top of Daqingshan Mountain outside the city, and sighed: "No wonder the world is easy to get old, and Qingshan also has white heads." ”

"Old man, I can't help."

He also wanted to kill people, but unfortunately, his strength did not allow it.

The snow on this big green mountain, just like his head is full of green silk, fifty years, the snow is covered layer by layer, fifty years, and his hair is gray.

How is it reversible?

"Don't get in the way, be prepared."

Zhao Zheng didn't change his plan, he still attracted Meng people first, and suddenly remembered one more thing: "General Gong's cultivation falls, will it cause Daqing Mountain to crack?" ”

"It's not going to crack, but...."Gong Qingshan was a little lucky: "The old man can only maintain this Daqing Mountain for three months, and the mountain will collapse after three months. ”

Zhao Zheng chuckled in his heart.

It's not caused by Gong Qingshan, why did Daqing Mountain crack?

What's worse is that Xuehuayin really can't hide, and even if he doesn't fight this battle, the mountain will be gone.