Fall In Love with the Technology Tree - Chapter 190

    Unfortunately, Ah Sheng was in the rainy season when he entered Lujiang.

    The tide in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River is surging, and it is not comparable to Yangdu, which is known as Xiaojiangnan. Zhuge Liang, who left his hometown for the first time to experience a sudden change in climate, is now suffering. I have no appetite, and my arms and legs are starting to swell. But the young man is a picky eater, eating barley rice every day is like being put on a torture rack.

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    A Sheng: “…”

    “It’s Cao Zi’s skill in cooking barley rice is too bad, um, woo woo woo.” Zhuge Liang was blocked by a spoonful of barley, and tears came out.

    After A Sheng fed the spoonful of rice, he placed the bowl heavily on the tray and made a “bang” sound. “Ah Zhen,” she grabbed a strong man, “look at him and let him finish eating.” Then she walked away angrily.

    A Zhen, who was snickering while covering her mouth, had to come up, picked up the still-hot rice bowl, and stirred it with a sky-blue porcelain spoon: “Is it bad? I remember that the second uncle is very skilled. OK.”

    Zhuge Liang turned over and said, “Hum, hum, hum”, indicating that he refused to barley.

    A Zhen is wearing a fleshy inner sheet. Even though the outerwear is quite formal red and black, the pink on the neckline and cuffs makes her look young and beautiful. The beautiful young woman sat gracefully on Zhuge Liang’s couch, stirring the barley in the bowl to dissipate heat, and said: “When I was a child, whenever my second uncle cooked, my father was always very happy. My father said that it was not easy for her to stand up, and she was often more Men are even more busy. The second uncle was originally very good at cooking. Not only can he cook delicious food, but he is also innovative from time to time, but the cooking was squeezed into the corner by military affairs, just like she seldom sings and dances. These two things always made my father feel bad.”

    Zhuge Liang’s ears moved, and then he heard his urn-like voice: “Cao Zi is a person who can distinguish priorities. Living people is more important than appetite.”

     “Yes, the living people are more important than the appetite, much more important.”

      Yes! But I don’t want to eat barley, I have finally made it to the south, and I want to eat rice as much as I can.”

    His childishness inspired Cao Zhen’s maternal love, and she couldn’t help but want to laugh again.

    “Mrs. Cao, you beg for mercy with Cao Zi, let me take medicine. I have a good foundation, I can handle it, and I will recover quickly.” Zhuge Liang opened his tearful dog eyes and persevered. The ground released an attack on Cao Zhen, “I have eaten barley for five days, that is, there are no more blisters. The barley is so hard that my throat is scratched.”

    “Where is it so delicate? Your throat is scratched? But I hear you speak quite loudly.”

    Zhuge Liang covered his mouth.

    At this time, Ah Sheng came in with a bowl of dark Chinese medicine. “I really lost to you, little slick.” She placed the medicine bowl heavily on the tray and made a “bang”, “Drink medicine, strong medicine, don’t cry when the time comes.”

    Zhuge Liang got up, took the medicine bowl and dried it to the end: “No, no, no. I’m very good at feeding.” He wiped his mouth and took out a piece of oiled paper from his purse. Wrapped candied prunes and put in your mouth.

     That night, Zhuge Liang squatted in the hut for half the night, wailing. But finally, the next day, all the symptoms of eczema disappeared. Without the trouble of acclimatization, Zhuge Liang became that lively Zhuge Liang again, wandering around in Lujiang City during the rainy season, just like any young man who went out of the province for the first time.

    Just walking around like this, he even picked up a younger brother for himself.

    This will start from the Dragon Boat Festival. May is a bad month. Originally, the Dragon Boat Festival was supposed to be a sunny day. However, because the rainy season came very early this year, the Dragon Boat Festival was also shrouded in continuous rain.

    Zhuge Liang wears a bamboo hat with a very wide brim, and a layer of airtight wax on the hard new bamboo pieces, which drains the water droplets from the sky one by one. The rain eventually turned into curtains of water around the boy’s body, encircling a dry world for him.

    The pale leather boots jumped briskly on the bluestone slab, as if playing a sun-dappled movement, even if it was sprinkled with rain and stepped on a mud pit, it could not stop.

    This city with mountains and rivers is high in the south and low in the north. As a political fortress, the Sun Mansion naturally occupies a higher position in the south, and the longest bluestone road in the city winds down from the entrance of Sun Mansion, through the row upon row of black tiles and white walls, and through the moss covered The old city wall, and finally came to the outside of the navy camp by the river.

    Because of the abundant rainfall in the past few days, weeds began to grow on the school field outside the camp, against the background of several broken wooden piles, which were extremely desolate, as if they had been abandoned for a long time.

    The sound of rain enveloped the sky and the earth, obscuring many sounds. The gray of the dark clouds filled the air, making people unable to lift their eyelids. Soldiers who can still be on duty in the camp in this kind of weather can be called due diligence. If the whole army is training in the heavy rain, it is not called diligence, but it is called stupidity – the number of people who fall from the cold will definitely be enough for the commander to eat a pot.

    What Zhuge Liang was facing at this time was a fool.

    This is a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old at most, his hair is tied into a chicken coop. After being soaked with sweat, the broken hair is all stuck on his forehead, and half of his face can not be seen clearly. He stood alone on the school field in the rain, his legs stretched shoulder-width apart, his waist was full of energy, his energy sank into his dantian, and then—

    “Drink!”

    A punch hits the sandbag hard. The sandbags, which had long been soaked by the rain, barely made any sound.

    “Drink! Drink! Drink!”

    The boy was like an unconscious wooden man, constantly waving his fists. It was only a squeak that gradually became heavier and softer, betraying his exhaustion and forced perk.

    Aliang looked at this little brother through the water curtain sliding down from the hat. The sackcloth on his body was soaked through, his calf was a muddy brown, and the appearance of his trousers and shoes could not be seen clearly.

    “Are you still fighting?” Ah Liang moved his fingers and grasped the small packet of **** slices in his hand.

    The little brother touched the water on his face, and a simple and honest smile appeared on his ordinary face: “Yeah.” Then he turned his head and continued to fight with the sandbag. He didn’t stop until he punched a full two hundred punches, still standing in the rain soaking wet, and explaining to Zhuge Liang, “Adjutant He said that if I can break this sandbag, he will help me and my brother-in-law to intercede. , allow me to accompany the army.”

    “Only an idiot would believe the nonsense of Adjutant He.” Zhuge Liang said almost immediately, “Your brother-in-law is a military marquis, and he said that children are not allowed to fight for your own good, where is an adjutant? Sense of persuasion?”

    Little brother is clumsy, but stubborn: “Adjutant He promised me.”

    Zhuge Liang stomped his feet angrily: “He has always looked down on you, so this is just to revise you.”

    The boy bowed his head, not knowing what he was thinking. Then he shook his head and shook off the water droplets on his head: “I’m going to punch.”

    The sandbag shook again. Clothes were glued to the teenager’s arms, revealing the shape of a well-defined biceps. He is like an abandoned golden retriever, insisting on a promise that will never be fulfilled in the heavy rain.

    “You—” Zhuge Liang gritted his teeth, then squatted down, his tangled fingers almost tore the cloth bag containing the **** slices. “Looking at a fool punching, I’m probably a fool too.” Xiao Liang finally sighed and muttered to himself.

      The long rainy season has no end in sight.

    When did the sandbag break?

    It’s hard to remember. The unchanging days blur people’s senses, as if they are very long and only for a moment. Zhuge Liang only remembered that it was an evening when the moon could not be seen, the rain stopped, and the long-lost Milky Way appeared in the sky, illuminated by the peripheral light from the west. The wind came up from the river, and it was a little warm.

    “Drink!”

    “Pfft…whee-“

    The boy threw a punch as usual, smashing the thick sackcloth wrapped in sand. The 121st round of this group was mediocre. He even stopped his hand for a while, and punched forward one hundred and twenty-two, his entire fist did not sink into the pouring out yellow sand.

    The boy was stunned.

    Zhuge Liang jumped up: “Broken! You broke the sandbag!”

    The boy stopped his fists and stood still, and then he smiled. “I did it,” he said. “I’ll go to Adjutant He.”

    “Wait—” Zhuge Liang wanted to block, but he didn’t complete the block. Some people don’t look back if they don’t hit the south wall. If they pull hard to keep them from hitting, they won’t even be friends.

    Facts once again proved Zhuge Liang’s IQ, even if he only met the “Adjutant He” a few times.

    “What? Enlisted in the army? Hahahahaha, you really broke the sandbag.” Adjutant He and his colleagues held wine bottles, half-drunk together, and laughed unscrupulously.

    “You don’t really believe Lao He’s nonsense, do you?”

    “Hahahahaha, he really believed it, he really believed it. What did I say? Old Zhang, willing to admit defeat.”

    The old Zhang angrily took out the half-hanging copper coin, slapped it on the palm of Adjutant He, then turned his head and taught the boy: “You can have snacks. You are not allowed to join the army. What kind of face does he have when it comes to Deng Junhou’s decision?”

    “Old Zhang, what are you talking about with him?” The disdain in Adjutant He’s eyes almost overflowed, “Is he very tall? Or can he master the art of war? Without self-knowledge, it’s no wonder that his elder sister was almost pushed down by the singer.”

    “Don’t mention my sister!” The young man couldn’t bear it any longer, and threw a fist into Adjutant He’s face. His knuckles were frayed with sandbags, and formed rough scabs. He scratched three **** cuts on Adjutant He’s face, and it was terrifying to look at.

    Adjutant He was knocked to the ground, stunned, and spat out a mouthful of blood and a tooth. “Okay you little bastard—”

    The boy didn’t say a word, he rode on Adjutant He and threw his fists again and again. “Bang, bang, bang.”

    When he was about to hit the fifth punch, Lao Zhang grabbed his arm from behind.

    Adjutant He took the opportunity to break free, and got up in embarrassment and fiercely: “Good job, old Zhang. You little bastard, don’t think that you have nepotism with Deng Junhou, I will not dare to touch you. Or Cheng Junhou’s maternal uncle!”

    “Look, General Sun is here!” The sudden shout made everyone’s heart tremble. . Zhuge Liang took the opportunity to grab the arm of the boy who was still stunned, and ran away.

    The long bluestone road starts from the camp by the water and winds up all the way, passing through the rows of white walls and black tiles. The Sun Mansion, which was already lit up, stood on the ramp, as if waiting for the teenagers to come home.

    Many years later, when the dream of looking forward to enlisting in the army and the feeling of hating iron and steel are buried in the old paper piles, people will still talk about the rainy season in Lujiang. The important thing is no longer the sandbags with high hopes, nor the waves of the water, or the coldness of spring. Most importantly, the fact that they met had propped up the ten years of confusion after Emperor Wei Xuan’s death.