The first thing Li Chixin's father and son did after defeating the 'wave' was to open the door of the house and use the compound cooling defense of air cooling and water cooling to lower Li Chixin's body temperature.

After being subdued by the host through his own ability, the 'wave' almost willingly dripped blood to recognize the master, and seeing his serious appearance, Li Chixin hurriedly stopped Lai Heng's move of cutting his fingers and stuffing it into his mouth.

Feeling that the door of the house was open to cool down, it was difficult to suppress his body temperature when the lava erupted, Li Chixin, who was only wearing a middle coat, came to the small courtyard, only to see the bright moon above his head, illuminating the small courtyard in a silvery white, which made Li Chixin think of the ingot of official silver that almost caused the bloodshed.

"Huh!" Li Chixin looked not far away in surprise, "Could it be that the shopkeeper Sun Peeled the skin and changed his skin and returned his silver ingots?"

In the bright silver-white moonlight, a king-size ingot, sandwiched between Wang Changshun and Liu Erhu, the slightest extra-large ingots also bared their teeth and smiled at themselves, this surprise is terrible, Li Chixin is full of red fruits, once he runs outside the door, he is counted as a fruit run.

Since Guo Ben can't be, then Li Chixin is ruthless, and he raises his leg to follow the extra-large silver ingot that has become a fine one.

"Oops!"

"Will ...... Li Ye!"

"Shhh

When Li Chixin kicked out, he also felt that something was wrong, there was a familiar face hidden under the oversized ingot, he didn't see it clearly in the shadow of the ingot, and now he saw the face that changed from "relatives meeting" to "grief-stricken" in seconds, Li Chixin couldn't help but scream.

"Huzi!"

"Oops, it will ...... Li Ye, Huzi won't be able to serve you in the future,...... Uncle Wang, I have a coil on my chest, give it to us...... Tiger...... Family camp, do military ...... Let's raise funds......" Li Chixin's pro-soldier marksman 'Tiger' spit out the last word with difficulty, his head fell down crookedly, and the Sanshan beamless warm hat he was wearing on his head also fell to the ground with a grunt.

Li Chixin regretted it and pretended to be a Taoist priest to find his tiger, which was an unwarranted disaster. He knew the weight of his kick, especially the one he kicked in fear, although he couldn't hit a volley in the Asian Cup, it could also be comparable to the flying general Li Guang, who 'didn't fall into the stone edge'.

Several people, together with Li Laiheng, who crawled out of the house, pinched people's hearts, pulled their ears, and poked Baihui, and Li Chixin opened his mouth wide, mouth-to-mouth for the pro-soldier 'tiger' to do artificial respiration.

After counting a few counts, he had just completed the chest compression, and Li Chixin was about to continue artificial respiration, when he saw the 'tiger' who had held his breath and sighed leisurely, "Master Li, am I going at this time, you won't burn paper for me on the New Year's Day, right?"

Li Chixin listened to the first words of the 'tiger' after waking up, and he didn't hold back his breath, and several people in the courtyard almost burst out laughing.

Even in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, the population flow of ordinary people was strictly controlled, but there were exceptions to everything, among which the monk Tao in the late Ming Dynasty can be said to be outside the official gentry, the closest to the privileged class of the group, the monk Tao went out to travel around the fate, even if it was common to pass through the state and the government, and no one would come forward to make it difficult, so the common people often used the hand of the monk to send some family letters and easy-to-carry items to relatives and friends in the distance.

'Tiger' was appointed by Li Zicheng to pretend to be a Taoist priest who went out, so that he could hide his identity, and it was normal for people to carry letters.

This time, the reason why the 'tiger' fortunately did not die at Li Chixin's feet, and asked the ruler in his arms to save his life.

Speaking of rulers, the original meaning refers to a kind of wooden or bamboo slips used by the ancients for writing, and later letters between literati and writers were called rulers. The original ruler is generally regarded as a wooden ruler, its specifications have strict regulations, the length is about one foot, so it is called the ruler, and later the ruler in people's mouths is also used to describe calligraphy and painting.

Before the invention of paper, bamboo or silk was used to make a long layout of the ruler, which was used to write notes, narrative expressions, and transmit messages, and gradually was endowed with the meaning of elegance.

Gradually, the ruler has a lot of elegant names, such as ruler, ruler and other titles. In order to pretend to be more like a road, the 'tiger' carried a few more beautifully bound rulers in his arms, two or three of which were lined with copper and wood.

Carrying the 'tiger' into the house, Li Chixin asked him to come to find him, but what was important about what happened in the old camp.

The 'tiger', who had already picked up half his life, saw the general's inquiry, and while telling in detail all the things that happened after Li Chixin left, he picked out a brocade cover from the already rotten ruler in his arms, and he himself took out a wrist-untyching knife from his sleeve and picked out the silk thread that was densely sewn on the album.

It was the first time Li Chixin had seen the ancients play like this, and he carefully watched every move of the 'tiger'. Obviously, this kid was a habitual offender who played the role of a traffic officer, and he opened the cover of the ruler by dividing it by two, revealing the gold-lacquered inner plate that had been broken into several sections.

Without waiting for the 'tiger' to speak, Wang Changshun of the old dock brought a small half bowl of lamp oil from the table of the eight immortals.

Li Chixin watched intently where they were juggling, with the experience of a doctor of engineering, he judged from the smell of lamp oil, this should be tung oil, and the lamp oil of ordinary people in this era is almost made of tung oil. In ancient times, tung oil used to light lamps was also very particular, and most of us know that tung oil is oil squeezed from the fruit of the sand tung tree. In fact, in ancient times, the tung tree used to squeeze tung oil, the fruit should be selected to be shaped like a peach and fruit, and after a number of processes, the sand tung fruit core is dried, and then it can be used to squeeze lamp oil.

Tung oil is poisonous and inedible, in addition to being used as fuel, it also has many uses; in modern times, tung oil has also been used as a war material, monopolized by the state and even exported to earn foreign exchange.

At this time, Li Chixin saw that the old dock tore off a coarse cloth and carefully wiped the inner plate covered by gold powder with tung oil. Soon, the copper inner plate showed a metallic luster, and by the light of the oil lamp, a few lines of shallow handwriting on the copper inner plate emerged.

(End of chapter)