Chapter 881 Uninvited Guest (7)


    When he was still in the later generations, Fei Qian also read the Three Kingdoms, but they all swallowed jujubes whole, and Zhu Bajie ate ginseng fruit. I know I have read it, but I don’t understand it, let alone understand it deeply. Now various events, various forms But he had to force Fei Qian to learn more about the Three Kingdoms.


    Because here, no one can make decisions on behalf of Fei Qian. Anything, even the occasional words and deeds, must bear corresponding responsibilities.


    In the Han Dynasty, what was valued was promises and promises, and what was valued was promises.


    Spoken words are like poured water, which cannot be changed at will. It is like the later generations talking nonsense under the sign of "outspoken and straightforward", or yelling to take back "said words" when they saw the situation was wrong. In the Han Dynasty , will basically be despised by others, and will gradually exclude this type of people from the circle.


    Why did Yang Biao let out a cry of grief as soon as he came up? It was not for anything else, but to put pressure on Fei Qian under this situation, forcing Fei Qian to say something that he would not have said in his normal state. words, and then naturally you can climb up the pole...


    Fei Qian still remembers that a guy named Yang Zan died here in Bingzhou. How can a creature like the family who can remember grudges for several lifetimes give up so easily?


    Therefore, Fei Qian naturally has to be a little more cautious.


    Power is like a mental drug, once you taste it, you become addicted.


    Xu Shu seemed to feel a little thirsty in the lobby, so he asked the waiter outside the lobby to boil some hot water, and then said in a low voice: "Zhonglang, I think Mr. Yang is probably just testing the truth with this..."


    "What kind of reality?" Fei Qian asked.


    Xu Shu pondered for a while, and then said: "The commanders of all soldiers are mostly divided into two types. One is to rule with righteousness. Second, as a soldier, he has the same food and clothing, rewards and punishments, although he is not noble, once an order is issued, no soldier dares to disobey it."


    Fei Qian nodded, and said: "So, Yang Gong is responsible for righteousness, and Huangfu Song is taking the path of being a soldier? Or..."


    Fei Qian glanced at Xu Shu, and found that Xu Shu was nodding at him, indicating that Fei Qian''s guess was right.


    "Oh...hahaha..." Fei Qian couldn''t help laughing, "...So it is, so it is! This is really... Really..."


    Fei Qian didn''t know what to say, so he shook his head with a wry smile.


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    "Diaoyinguan..." A scribe sitting on a small donkey looked up at the craftsmen who were still repairing, and clicked his tongue a few times. He didn''t know what he wanted to express, but it was emotion. Still sigh.


    The little black and skinny donkey is black and thin, and even the ribs can be seen, but even so, it has attracted the attention of many refugees, but when they saw a short, strong man next to the little black donkey After that, they all lowered their heads again.


    The scribe didn''t realize it, he just raised his head to look east and west.


    "Young master, are you going into the city now?" The strong man next to the little black skinny donkey held the rein of the little black skinny donkey in one hand, and carried a long spear in the other. The Gebu gown is tied around the waist with a hemp rope, and a small ax is pinned to it. Although the weather is not very warm, the exposed arms are extremely thick.


    "Ah... go, of course, go to the city!" the scribe said unsteadily.


    "Excellent!" the strong man said, and then he was about to pull the little donkey forward, but the little donkey might be tired from walking, or it was hungry, and refused to move where it was, and let the strong man stretch its limbs. It pulled so hard that four hoof marks were left on the ground, but it refused to move forward.


    "You stupid ass!" The strong man was furious, turned around and cursed, then realized something, and hurriedly said to the scribe, "Ah... son, it''s not about you..."


    The scribe sighed, waved his hands to show that he didn''t care, then he lifted his legs, jumped off the little donkey, and walked forward dangling with his hands behind his back.


    The strong man hurriedly tried to follow, but the little skinny donkey refused to move, so anxious and angry, he bent down and put the little skinny donkey on his shoulders, regardless of how the little skinny donkey barked Miserably, he took two legs and chased forward.


    "Where did you come from? What are you going to do here? Are you here to sell donkeys?" The soldiers guarding Diaoyin Pass looked up and down at the scribes, and then at the strong man carrying a skinny donkey behind him. He coughed twice and asked solemnly.


    The scribe took out a pass from his arms, handed it to the team leader who was on duty at the gate of the city, and said, "No, no, a certain person from Chenliu was in the city. Yinshan, I want to take a look at what the champion marquis has left."


    "Hmm... so..." The team leader probably understood the meaning, and then read the approval document, waved his hand, and let the scribes enter the customs.


    Seeing the scribe and the strong man with a donkey, they staggered in. The soldier on the side couldn''t understand what the scribe said just now, so he came up and asked, "Boss, where did this come from? Really? It''s so weird... Tsk tsk, he''s still carrying a donkey, is this a man riding a donkey or a donkey riding a man..."


    "Haha... What do you know? Do you know about studying?" The team leader couldn''t help laughing twice, then quickly stopped laughing, and scolded, "Who knows who can study abroad? You brat, don''t babble, hurry up. Why do you go!"


    The scribe walked a few steps, looked back and saw that the strong man was still carrying the skinny donkey, he couldn''t help shaking his head, then motioned for the strong man to put the donkey down, and asked the strong man to take a piece of bread from the burden, tied it with a rope, and hung it on the On top of the long gun, the long gun was tied to the skinny donkey, so that the dough pan dangled in front of the skinny donkey...


    "Okay...don''t worry about it, let''s go..." The scribe smiled, and then climbed onto the donkey''s back.


    The skinny donkey was tempted by the dough pancakes, so he forgot what he had been stubbornly refusing to leave before. After taking a step, he stretched out his head to reach for the dough pancakes, but found that there seemed to be a little distance, so he took another step forward …


    The brawny man laughed loudly, and said, "Master, this method is good! This stupid **** should be punished long ago!"


    The scribe did not respond, but just raised his eyes and looked forward.


    Diaoyin Pass is not big, the streets are three horizontal and two vertical, simple and clear, the Diaoyin government office located in the city is extremely obvious, in front of the gate of the government office, several sergeants stand straight.


    "It''s finally here..." The scribe took out a famous card from his bag, and handed it to the strong man, who asked him to deliver it at the gate of the government office.


    Seeing the strong man approaching with the name thorn, the scribe lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the skinny donkey who was still trying to stretch his neck to bite the bread, and murmured, "...I hope it''s a guy with a long-term perspective... Don''t be like you..."


    (end of this chapter)