Fall In Love with the Technology Tree - Chapter 196

    Su Guchuan’s dark horse crossed the Jihe River outside the pine forest, and the aid force led by Xu Rong had reached the ruins of Chishan. At this time, a cold current blew from the far north, running through the entire East Asian continent.

    The unusual weather is coming.

    Not to mention the blizzard in the north in June, even the Yangtze River in the south was turbulent in the wind. The surface of the river turned into a turbid dark blue, freezing cold to the bone, making it impossible to move an inch. And several inconspicuous boats were also forced by the weather to dock outside the city of Xiangyang, where the Han River and Ganshui meet.

    Xiangyang, where three rivers and five land roads meet, is a typical strategic location. On another timeline, there are more than 170 “Battles of Xiangyang” recorded: Qin people and Chu people, Song Dynasty and Mongolia, Zhang Xianzhong and Ming Dynasty…even 1948 The two parties of the year have fought a battle of fate in this city.

    At this moment, Xiangyang belongs to Jingzhou, only 300 miles away from Wancheng, which is controlled by Cao Cao in the north.

    A big city on the front line, but under the control of Liu Biao and the Jingzhou clan, seems like a peaceful rear, which is also a spectacle. Last summer, Liu Biao wanted to follow Xuxian’s example and set up a school in Yuliangzhou in the east of the city to attract celebrities to vote, but it was ultimately unsuccessful due to flooding and traffic problems.

    Now that a year has passed, in addition to an additional falcon platform on Yuliangzhou, which is a playground for Liu Biao and his relatives and friends, the rest of the place is still a natural scenery composed of river beaches, fishing gulls and reeds.

    Oh, by the way, there is still a family of hermits, the head of the household is Pang Degong.

    If you want to describe this famous person who lived in seclusion in Xiangyang, the sentence in “The Inscription of the Shabby” is the most appropriate: “There are great scholars in chatting and laughing, and there are no white people in communication.” Growing vegetables in the old forest is a big mistake. Pang De Gong’s social network is not only broad, but also advanced. For example, it was Liu Biao’s brother-in-law Huang Chengyan who crossed the river and waded the water to bring him charcoal-fired millet wine after the cold wind had stopped.

    Huang Chengyan is a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s, with a slightly prosperous look. He wears a brown and dark-patterned Lingluo. He holds a basket of good smokeless charcoal in his left hand and a Black skinny girl. Every time he went to visit Duke Pang De, he kept his servants at the ferry, which was also due etiquette.

    The little girl was about ten years old and helped carry a small jar of wine. Her thin arms were shivering in the wind, whether it was cold or tired. She was really thin, and even her hair was a dry color, the same color as the reeds that had been frozen to death by the cold snap.

    The little girl hugged the wine jar and refused to give it, and looked at her father with big eyes. If it weren’t for her dark complexion, these eyes would definitely be considered beautiful. “I can carry it,” she said, softly and stubbornly.

    “You’ll fall.”

    “No.”

    Huang Chengyan has nothing to do, and can only rely on her: “Then don’t fall. Otherwise, Pang Gong and I will have no wine to drink.”

    Two figures, one big and one small, continued to move along the pebbles of the river beach, and soon they saw the appearance of Pang Degong living separately – more than ten wooden houses, large and small, scattered in an orderly manner, it is said that they are arranged in five lines Cloth.

    The front yard is lively. The strange wind a few days ago broke all the thatched roofs and knocked down the only cowshed. Pang Degong had the seriously injured old cow be slaughtered, and in return for the beef, he recruited nearby people to repair the house. There were a lot of responders, those who carried lumber, those who dredged straw, and those who climbed to the roof. It was a busy scene.

    Huang Chengyan took her daughter to stand outside the overturned fence and shouted: “Pang Gonggui is busy with personnel, but it was my accident.”

    “Huang Gong said that will kill me.” A hearty laugh immediately responded in the courtyard, and I saw an old fairy-like figure with white beard and hair, slowly passing through the busy crowd. In fact, he was only a few years older than Huang Chengyan, but his hair turned white very quickly for some reason. However, Pang Degong’s seclusion life was very satisfactory. Although his hair was white, his face was red, and he was very healthy.

    Huang and Pang saluted, they held hands together, and patted each other on the shoulders: “Okay, okay! Let’s go and talk in the backyard.”

    It was noon, and the long-lost sun emerged from behind the dark clouds. Although the temperature is still not high, it gives people some hope.

    Like many little girls, Xiao Huang Shuo doesn’t like listening to adults talking about the general trend of the world after they are drunk. Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, who wins and who loses, where Gongsun Zan’s son fled to, and where the Han River Basin will go, these are not what Huang Shuo cares about. The Mo family’s new work is even better.

    Unconsciously, she had left the backyard where the host was drinking and came to the collapsed cowshed outside the partial house.

    It is not accurate to say that it collapsed, because the industrious people have built the new cowshed, which is stronger than the previous one. Even the thatch on the roof was half covered, and it was ten centimeters thick, and people could lie on it.

    “Aliang, look at the seven willow trees over there, do they correspond to the wood in the five elements? The so-called east has a green dragon? Six, three.”

    “Qinglong returns to Qinglong, but there is also a gossip here. Six, five.”

    “Liu belongs to Yin, gossip, what is the gossip? Seven, five.”

    “Eight, six, haha, eat your four sons, don’t disobey.”

    “Wait, isn’t that right?”

    “What’s wrong? Eighty-six, seven-six, all mine, surrounded.”

    “…Then my dragon is broken?”

    “Broken.”

    “No more, no less. Ah Liang, talk about the gossip in this house.”

    “There’s nothing to talk about.” The man called Ah Liang said, “The so-called Feng Shui means to live comfortably. The so-called Bagua Array means to live safely. Look at that willow tree. ?”

    “Pretty?”

    “That’s good feng shui. Have you seen the willow tree helping the main house to block outsiders from prying eyes?”

    “This can be blocked? The arrangement is really exquisite.”

    “That’s good gossip. Eleven, seven, kill the Central Army.”

    “…As for it?

    A juvenile voice, a voice changing period, are all too young voices, but the content of the conversation turned out to be playing blind chess while talking about the five elements of Feng Shui.

    Huang Shuo looked up and saw two short brown boys sitting on the cowshed, who were weaving a straw roof, but I don’t know if I just heard their conversation Because of this, Huang Shuo felt that it was a bit extraordinary just by looking at it. Especially the younger one, no dirt, sweat or patched clothes could cover that handsome face.

    As she was watching, the beautiful boy suddenly moved his eyes and looked at her: “Little girl, what are you looking at?”

    Huang Shuo’s face flushed red, embarrassment and shame made her breathless. She was like a little mouse who was cornered, and only the most instinctive response was left: “Play… play blind chess?”

    Aliang was stunned for a moment, then smiled: “Okay, I’ll go with you. You go first.”

    The sun is hidden behind the clouds again. The wind picked up, but Huang Shuo couldn’t feel the cold. If it wasn’t for her dark complexion, anyone could see her face turning red because she met an opponent.

    Time has passed and the game is over.

    “Thirteen, twelve.” Huang Shuo solemnly dropped the last son.

    The two brothers above have finished weaving the roof and jumped from the cowshed.

    “I lost two of your sons.” A Liang clapped his hands, with a rare solemn expression on his face, “Tomorrow I will take the lead, and we will compare.”

    Lu Meng really wanted to roll his eyes: “What about you? People are several years younger than you, and you still want to take the lead?”

    Aliang: “You don’t understand. She is so powerful that she doesn’t respect her.”

    Huang Shuo is really happy: “Tomorrow, let’s compare. Let you go first.”

    “Haha, okay, let me let me.” A Liang kicked, “Tomorrow I’m going to weave the roof of the firewood house, you can find me in the northeast corner.”

    Note 1: Huang’s name is not recorded in the official history. I don’t like the name Huang Yueying, so I gave it a one-character name.