"Wang Meng?" Zhou Cheng repeated the young man's name in a low voice.

"That's right! The king of the Qin general Wang Jian is a strong man. The young man Wang Meng raised his head slightly and said.

After Wang Meng finished speaking, he seemed a little embarrassed, grinned, and showed a row of white teeth.

Zhou Cheng also smiled when he heard this, and then said jokingly: "Hehe, do you still know Wang Qian?"

"His surname is Wang, and my surname is Wang, maybe it is the ancestor of my family?" Wang Meng said with a big grin, as if he recognized himself as Wang Qian's descendant.

"So you're still a famous general, have you ever sold these bamboo utensils, little general?" Zhou Cheng's smile became more and more obvious, and he continued to joke.

Zhou Cheng was originally a little indifferent, but he even talked to the young Wang Meng inexplicably.

"Didn't sell...... I can't sell it like this, so I can only eat soil tonight......" Wang Meng sighed and said, a little helpless but not much complaining.

"Eat soil?" Zhou Cheng was curious, he felt that every word of Wang Meng was different.

It seems that Wang Meng is not a maverick, but there is a difference from the negative and pessimistic mood of ordinary people at the moment.

Wang Meng just said it casually, but he didn't expect Zhou Cheng to continue to find the root cause, and his voice was a little quieter and explained: "It's not all the soil, it's just that the bread is broken and eaten with white mud, although it is not delicious, but it can be full!"

This Wang Meng said lightly and freely, but his life is actually so difficult that he is eating dirt.

Zhou Cheng was also shocked when he heard Wang Meng's words.

He had already heard that many people had no food in the troubled times, and they had no choice but to start feeding on white mud.

Although this kind of soil is not fatal, and it may even feel full when eaten, after all, the soil is not nutritious, and people will starve to death in a few days!

"How much can these bamboo utensils sell for?" Zhou Cheng asked, pointing to the bamboo utensils on the ground.

Wang Meng didn't know what Zhou Cheng meant, so he replied honestly: "If it's not bad, it can be sold for thirty yuan in total." ”

There are about 20 pieces of bamboo on the ground, which should have taken Wang Meng a lot of time to make.

The old man paid fifty cents and bought them all. But there are too many things, I need you to help me send them to my home, are you willing?" Zhou Cheng said as he took out a hanging of money from his arms, stretched out his hand and handed it over, and the hanging money appeared in front of Wang Meng's eyes.

"Is the old man serious?" Wang Meng looked at the copper coins dangling in front of his eyes, and asked Zhou Cheng in disbelief.

"The old man is old, what are you lying to do?" Zhou Cheng smiled and said with some anger.

Wang Meng grabbed the copper coin in Zhou Cheng's hand, and hurriedly held it in his arms, and then said happily: "It's a fool not to earn money, let alone send it to your house, even if I let me do a long job for you." ”

"Haha..... You're a really funny boy, grab your things and let's go, it's going to be dark when it's late. Zhou Cheng laughed and said.

Wang Meng's impression of Zhou Cheng now is that he is a flexible and optimistic teenager, such a teenager is like a rare ray of sunshine in this dark and troubled world.

Zhou Cheng likes Wang Meng's character very much, and of course he also likes this positive, optimistic, and intelligent teenager.

Soon Wang Meng packed up the bamboo utensils, followed Zhou Cheng with a bamboo pole, and walked out of Yecheng together.

However, before leaving the city, Wang Meng spent ten cents to buy ten big buns, and ate them while walking, looking like he was gobbling up, and Zhou Cheng reminded him all the way not to choke.

"No.... Woo.... It's okay...... It's been a long time since I've eaten this cool, if I have ten more...... Belch.... I can still eat ten..... Hiccup...."Wang Meng burped as he said he could still eat.

Zhou Cheng could only shake his head helplessly, with Wang Meng, Zhou Cheng felt that he was in a much better mood, as if he saw himself when he was young.

"By the way, why is the young man who led the cavalry of the Qianren just now a Han man? Looking at the appearance of that young man, it seems that his status is extraordinary!" Zhou Cheng asked as he walked, seemingly casually.

"Oh, you said that Shi Min? He is the adopted grandson of the Emperor of Zhao, and his father is Shi Zhan, the adopted son of the current emperor, and his original name should be Ran Zhan..... The emperor is very good to this adopted grandson, and it is said that he is better than his own grandson. Wang Meng said very casually, anyway, no one in this wilderness will hear it, and he is not afraid of being accused of a crime of arrogating the royal family.

"Oh, I see..... You like to read "The Art of War" so much, but you also want to be a person like Zhuge Kongming?" After knowing Shi Min's identity, or Ran Min's identity, Zhou Cheng just nodded slightly, didn't pay too much attention, and asked Wang Meng's ambition again.

It seems that Wang Meng himself is also very concerned about this problem, he quickly stepped forward a few steps, approached Zhou Cheng with a bamboo utensil, and then said seriously: "I don't want to be a person like Zhuge Wuhou." ”

"Why?" Zhou Cheng found that this Wang Meng would give him some surprises every time.

"Zhuge Wuhou is bent on supporting the Han family, but he can't even keep a Shu Han, no matter how good he says, he is a loser after all..... I, Wang Meng, don't want to be a loser, if I want to be Zhang Liang, to be a hero who rebuilds the Han family!" Wang Meng became more and more excited, as if he would soon become a person like Zhang Liang.

"Hahahaha..... Interesting, that's right! Zhuge Kongming is a failure. Zhou Cheng couldn't refute Wang Meng's words, and even he thought deeply of it.

"But..... Although Zhuge Wuhou failed, his wisdom of strategy is indeed worth learning. The kid is ignorant, talk big, don't laugh at the old man!" Wang Meng said a little embarrassed, as if he realized that he had just bragged a little too much, and hurriedly found himself under the steps.

"Poof..... You....." Zhou Cheng couldn't help laughing when he heard this, he felt more and more that this Wang Meng was interesting, and he loved him a little more in his heart.

"I want to be Zhang Liang...... Then there must be a Huangshi Gong..... Otherwise, even Zhang Liang would be oblivious to everyone!" Zhou Cheng suddenly stopped, looked at Wang Meng with great meaning, and said an inexplicable word.

Seeing Zhou Cheng stop, Wang Meng also stopped, but after stopping, Wang Meng's expression changed greatly, he frowned and looked around, and then stared at Zhou Cheng vigilantly, and asked with a wary expression: "Uncle, where is your home?

At this time, Wang Meng realized that he and Zhou Cheng had walked far away, and unconsciously came to a deep mountain, and even Wang Meng didn't know where the road was when he came.

"Is it home?" it's already ......" Zhou Cheng turned to look at Wang Meng, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Just as Zhou Cheng was speaking, Wang Meng found that the surrounding scenery had changed greatly, and there was a huge movement in the forest, and then countless stones and trees flew out, and they actually built their own houses in the open space behind Zhou Cheng.

In Wang Meng's eyes, a small mansion appeared in the deep mountains, and when Wang Meng came back to his senses, he saw that Zhou Cheng was no longer the appearance of the old man, but a young Taoist who exuded a faint glass light.

Zhou Cheng returned to his original appearance, still with a smile on his face, still using the previous somewhat joking tone, and said to Wang Meng:

"Shall I be your Huangshi Gong?"