A minister is definitely not so good;

Let the superiors think that you have the ability and at the same time find you interesting, this difficulty is really not low.

To put it simply, you have to grasp this degree of seriousness and liveliness, but this is the most difficult to grasp. Every time, it is equivalent to dancing on the tip of a knife.

Zheng Fan doesn't really like the feeling of "acting" in front of big people, but sometimes people are under the eaves, and you can't even hide from the rain if you don't bow your head.

Therefore, I can only hope that I can build a house of my own.

In the middle of the team's march, Zheng Fan had to be ordered to return to Cui Liu Fort.

Jingnan Hou did not give a reward, nor did he give other explanations, but sometimes, without punishment, letting you go home like a okay person is already a gesture of attitude.

As a soldier, if you don’t have a military order, you can cross the border to do things in a foreign country. After you come back, what's the matter? Isn't this encouragement?

The most important thing is that Zheng Fan feels that he has deepened his impression in Jingnanhou's heart. Sometimes, gold, silver, jewelry and other goods are not worthy of a "Jane in the Emperor's Heart".

Zheng Fan didn't plan to earn money to retire. To a certain extent, he is similar to an entrepreneur who is in the struggling stage in this world.

For the rest of the world, you let an entrepreneur choose one of two choices.

"One Million Principal" and "Knowing Ma Yun",

Which one will he choose?

When Cui Liu Bao appeared in the eyes of everyone, it was already afternoon.

The wall of Cuiliu Fort has been built. Although it will take a lot of work days to further improve and enrich it, it finally belongs to the inner taste of Fortress.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath, and after going outside for a few days, he was actually very homesick.

The blind son Bei and others were already waiting on the road outside, and everyone's faces were filled with enthusiastic smiles, as if relatives from home were welcoming the returning wanderers.

Zheng Fan was first taken by Siniang to take a bath and change clothes. At the same time, the wound also needed further treatment.

After Zheng Fan left,

Blind Bei, A Ming, Xue San and Fan Li, their faces immediately became gloomy.

Liang Cheng **** his horse,

Seems to be mentally prepared,

Stand still,

Seems to be waiting...face the gust of wind!

Xue San squinted his eyes and said

"Have fun?"

Liang Cheng answered honestly

"Very happy."

"Oh, very happy."

Xue San jumped up and patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder.

"When I feel good, I forget my brothers, right?"

Liang Cheng still answered calmly

"It's a decision made by the Lord."

Liang Cheng did not tell lies. This was indeed Zheng Fan’s decision. Liang Cheng always thought that that day he was only accompanying the Lord to the academy to arrest people, but the Lord decided to go to the country after the academy affairs were over He didn't know beforehand about shopping, of course, he also wanted to go shopping at the time.

At this time, Fan Li, who was next to him, pretended to be serious, pretending to be a teacher teaching students who made mistakes.

"The Lord is not sensible, aren't you sensible?"

"..." Xue San.

"..." Liang Cheng.

Everyone in the audience suddenly became quiet.

"Ali, are you full for lunch?" Blind North asked.

"I'm full, the bun at noon is delicious."

"Oh, if you are full, we can move bricks there. We can build the fort early and we can live in early."

"Okay, go now."

Fan Li turned around and went to move bricks.

The remaining people, the blind, Xue San, A Ming, and Liang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.

"Acheng, do you know where we are most dissatisfied with this matter?" The blind man said to Liang Cheng from the north.

"I shouldn't have taken you with me."

"That's right, but it's not the point. In fact, each of us, living in this world, can't guarantee that we won't encounter danger, and we are not afraid of encountering danger.

But the safety of the Lord is very important. We don't want to keep the Lord in the nest. In fact, the Lord still needs to experience wind and rain. Otherwise, it will not be normal, and the Lord will not be normal, and we will not be able to grow.

It’s just that we have a premise, because if the Lord really encounters an accident, it is very likely that the seven of us will also..."

Having said that, the blind man paused and continued

"So, what we have to do is, if the Lord is really in danger, we can, before we die, the Lord will die again, so that even if we die, we die willingly, at least, there is no regret.

It's better now. You and the Lord have gone out to fight, risking your lives to fight. Keep the five of us here. What can we do here?

Waiting to die? "

Liang Cheng shook his head and said, "I was wrong."

The blind man reached out his hand, patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder, and said

"Do you know what I'm afraid of in the end?"

"You are a bit special, I can't guess."

"What I fear later is that, in fact, we have the courage to face death. A cup of tea, a handful of erhu, and a stick of incense will lead to death like this. The artistic conception is also good, and it is not unacceptable.

But two days ago, when you went to the waves, if something really happened and I was completely implicated, it would be difficult for me to accept it.

Because before death,

I am actually drawing construction drawings and working as a contractor. "

Liang Cheng understood and nodded.

Death is acceptable, but if there is no sense of ritual of death, it cannot be forgiven.

Blind North seems to have vented his emotions.

He took another orange from his pocket, peeled it and said

"Well, now tell us what happened to you and the Lord in the past few days."

Talking,

The blind man Bei sent a piece of orange flesh to Liang Cheng’s mouth.

Liang Cheng hesitated,

Finally opened his mouth.

"Sweet?" Blind North asked.

Liang Cheng shook his head.

"A bit sour."

Blind North directly threw the orange in his hand on the ground,

Tao

"I guess the oranges here are not as sweet as those in Beifeng County."

"..." Liang Cheng.

...

"Master, how did you get the injury on your back, tut tut, it's so miserable."

Siniang asked distressedly while helping Zheng Fan treat the wound and apply medicine.

Zheng Fan was really embarrassed to say that he was stabbed by Liang Cheng.

Can only say

"On the battlefield, swords and guns are eyeless."

"This is really distressing. Lord, you must never leave the slave house next time. How do you know that that stinky zombie knows to serve people."

"Well, I was wrong."

Admit your mistakes to your own woman and don't lose your masculinity.

"By the way, Lord, didn't you bring back the daughter of Jidu Envoy?"

"It was taken away by the Cuckoo from the Missy Department."

"That's a shame."

"What a pity?"

"Originally, it was possible to make a pair."

"Liang Cheng doesn't seem to be very interested in her." At this point, Zheng Fan frowned slightly and thought, "He seems to be the same as A Ming. Both of them are not interested in women."

"Oh, the Nujia didn't mean that the daughter and Liang Cheng, when she and Fangcao were a perfect match."

"Fragrant grass?"

"Yes, one was brought back by A Ming who killed his father. The daughter of the Jiedu Envoy was killed by A Cheng's mother. If he was brought back, wouldn't these two girls be a perfect match?"

"Ha ha ha..."

Although Zheng Fan felt that he shouldn't laugh at this time, he couldn't help it.

"But it seems to be true. It seems that when men are older, they no longer have any interest in matters of men and women."

"I've heard of many old men who are seven and eighty years old, and they are still young."

"That's different. Can the old man compare to those two dead men? One is an immortal vampire, and the other is a cold zombie. When the two of them are combined, dozens of old men can't compare with each other."

"Yes."

"Speaking of Fangcao, they estimate that in a while, they should also be at Cui Liu Fort."

"Ok."

"Lord, do you want to rest?"

"Fortunately, I'm not very sleepy, I'm a little hungry, I haven't eaten well these days."

"Then the slave house will give you food?"

"it is good."

"Master, you wait."

Si Niang got up, left the room and went to cook.

The room where Zheng Fan is now is considered to be one of the few occupant rooms in Cuiliu Fort. Most of the brutal soldiers live in tents outside the Cui Liu Fort. If they want to live in the Cui Liu Fort, they have to wait for the construction of Cui Liu Fort to be further improved. .

Sitting straight up from the bed, Zheng Fan picked up a coat and put it on himself, and walked out of the room.

The sun was already sinking to the west, and the afterglow shone down, giving people a very unreal feeling, but this feeling made Zheng Fan a little nostalgic.

I used to "fight a war" when playing games. This time, I personally took the soldiers out for a walk, and I also captured a city, even though I was forced to run away.

Then, he was hunted down by the army for nearly two days.

To tell the truth, at this moment, when I recall the scenes from the previous few days, there is not much surging in my heart, and there are more in my mind. It is the soldier who died on the beacon tower, who was doing retrograde with a gun. The veteran of the country, and the dozens of barbarians who have turned into corpses.

"Lord, are you watching the sunset?"

The voice of Blind North came from one side.

Zheng Fan took a breath, stretched out his hand and patted his chest lightly, saying

"Can you make a noise when you walk in the future?"

"Okay, my subordinates will also light lanterns when they go out during the day."

"Ah."

"What was the Lord thinking just now?"

"It's just that I suddenly understood why you like to bask in the sun so much."

"Subordinates should be exposed to the sun more, and the mind is serious. If you don't get the sun too much, they will grow fungi."

"busy?"

"Something."

"Say."

"Subordinates used to be a psychiatrist."

"I know."

"So the subordinates just listened to Liang Cheng finished the matter of the Lord in the past few days, and came to do psychological counseling for the Lord."

"I don't need it, I'm fine."

"The most common thing a drunk says is that I am not drunk."

"Okay, let's talk."

"Oh, blind man, do you have a dog nose?" Si Niang came over with a big pot of bashful noodles.

The blind man smiled and said

"When I went to Tumancheng to do business earlier, I ran into a very big Erha. I tried it before, and its nose is not good for me.

"Come to the Lord, something is wrong?"

"hungry."

"Why have you been hungry for a few days before co-authoring?"

"If you don't have the master, you won't cook. The food cooked by other people is really not delicious."

"Okay, move the stool." Siniang is not a stingy person either.

Blind Bei patted his hands, and the four stools floated up and landed in front of him and Zheng Fan.

Two stools are put together, and the other two stools are placed on their sides as chairs.

A large bowl of noodles, two bowls, Siniang put two pairs of chopsticks.

Originally, she was going to have dinner with Zheng Fan, but now it can only be cheap.

"Blind man, make your own noodles."

"it is good."

Xiazi Bei picked up his chopsticks and started to fish for noodles.

"Why don't you use your mind?" Si Niang asked curiously.

"The noodles fished out with mental power have no soul."

"Yes, I can't tell you, Lord, you eat slowly, I'll send them some."

"Hey, don't go, do you have garlic? If you eat noodles without garlic, it tastes less than half."

"Blind man, I remember you used to be bad at this bite."

"Suddenly want to eat."

"Wait, I'll get it for you."

Siniang quickly brought a bowl of garlic, all peeled.

Zheng Fan and the blind man sat facing each other. Zheng Fan was really hungry. He picked up his chopsticks and ate several bites.

"Lord, eat garlic."

Blind Bei picked up two cloves of garlic and handed them to Zheng Fan.

"I don't have this habit." Zheng Fan shook his head.

"Got to try."

Zheng Fan hesitated, took the garlic, put one in his mouth, and chewed.

"Master, come one more?" Xianzi Bei handed a clove of garlic.

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "You can eat it, I can't eat it like this."

"I don't eat it, it tastes heavy in my mouth."

"..." Zheng Fan.

"The same is true in life. Lord, you don't need to force things that you are not used to, and don't force them to do things you don't want to do, and don't be burdened.

Maybe, in the previous life, the life of the Lord was too much for ordinary people, and there were too many restrictions on pressure, but in this life, in this world, it's good to be happy. "

"I understand."

"Actually, the subordinates don't worry about the master's psychological endurance. They are the ones who can create our characters."

"Are you complimenting me?"

"Yes, Lord."

"Ok."

"The Lord can find someone to speak from his heart, such as me. If this is the case, the Lord's psychology can be greatly relieved."

"I will."

"Ok."

"By the way, this time going out has damaged some people."

"When the Lord came back, the subordinates had already counted them."

"Can you add it?"

"In terms of combat power, it is difficult to quickly supplement it."

After all, the original barbarians were originally from a tribe of criminals, and they were all good at arching horses and shooting. After some ideological education, coupled with excellent armored war horse weapons, they are extremely good cavalry. But this kind of high-quality source of troops, I think Continuously supplementing, obviously for the current Cui Liubao, it is still too difficult.

"However, the subordinates believe that our top priority is not to recruit troops. Once we come, we have actually done what we should do. I believe that this time in Jingnanhou's heart, we must have left a deep impression on you, the Lord. At the end of the day, we are no longer suitable for too many heads, otherwise, it is not really interesting, but really annoying.

Besides, it won’t be long before a large number of prisoners from the country of Yan will be sent to our borders. At that time, we will only think too many prisoners, not too few. "

"You mean, Daoshu?"

"The Lord is wise."

Once Emperor Yan sees that the time is ripe, and cooperates with Zhenbeihou for a show, he will start to attack the domestic celebrities, and the clan of celebrities will surely flow in blood.

People are bound to die many, many, but it is unrealistic to kill all of them. At that time, many families will be found guilty and exiled, and groups of prisoners are destined to be sent to the southern border and become antagonists. After the "fuel".

These prisoners themselves have extremely high quality, and they have a great desire to get rid of the status of prisoners for their families by doing meritorious service and atonement.

Blind North put down his chopsticks and said

"Master, the subordinates will go to discuss some details of the engineering drawings with the craftsmen later, and the subordinates will retreat first without disturbing the master to rest."

"Thanks."

"The Lord is polite."

After the blind man left, Zheng Fan also put down his chopsticks and sat there for a while.

Then he got up, turned a corner, walked to a very cramped door diagonally opposite, opened the door, and walked in.

Inside, there was a coffin. To Zheng Fan's surprise, there was an incense burner on the ground in front of the coffin. There was some incense ashes in the incense burner. At the same time, there was a bowl beside the incense burner with a red mark on the mouth of the bowl.

Zheng Fan walked to the coffin and sat down with his back against the coffin.

"The first time I took the soldiers out to fight, I was a little nervous and a little excited, but did you know that the **** is more useless than I thought..."

In many cases, when you want to find someone to talk to, it is often difficult to find the right person.

Don't want to show your weakness and your true emotions in front of others, but want to share these things. This is a kind of contradiction, and people themselves are a combination of contradictions.

Xu was a habit that he developed during meals every day in Meijiawu. Zheng Fan felt that Sha Tuo Queshi was a good confidant. He died, but he didn't die completely;

He seems to be able to hear anything you say, but he never seems to speak again.

Zheng Fan leaned on the coffin and talked about it for a long time, saying a lot of people, and saying a lot of things.

After he was tired and finished speaking, Zheng Fan breathed a long sigh of relief. He felt that after he went back and had a good sleep later, he would be full of energy again when he woke up tomorrow.

Got up,

When Zheng Fan was about to leave the house, he hesitated. Out of courtesy, he felt that he should meet Sha Tuo Queshi and say good night.

Reached out and pushed open the coffin lid, when Zheng Fan cast his gaze into the coffin,

Whole face,

Sank immediately

"Why are you here?"

Lying in the coffin, it was Ah Ming, in a neat evening gown, with a red paper flower on his chest, cut into the shape of a rose.

The air, suddenly quiet, the atmosphere, began to embarrass;

This feeling is as if you go to the dark room of the church and tell the priest all the secrets of your heart, but unfortunately, it is your daddy who sits in the dark room and listens.

"Master, I also sleep in a coffin."

Ming began to explain.

Zheng Fan looked at A Ming and didn't speak.

"Master, you went to the wrong room, Sha Tuo Queshi, he lives next door."

"In the beginning, why didn't you say anything?"

Ah Ming reached out and knocked on the wall of the coffin, a little helpless.

"This **** sound insulation."

"Oh."

"Master, I actually just woke up."

"It's okay~lightnovelpub.net~I believe you."

"The Lord is wise."

"Starting tomorrow, let me practice arrows."

"This is an honor for my subordinates, and they do know some Western swordsmanship."

"It's a bow and arrow."

"Ok?"

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Ah Ming's heart.

"I asked those brutal soldiers who are good at archery. They said that using a living thing as a target to practice archery is the best."

"The subordinate understands that tomorrow, the subordinate will go and catch some animals for the Lord to let the Lord..."

"I am so soft-hearted, the little animal is too pitiful, I can't get it off."

"..." A Ming.

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