I was engaged in construction in ancient times

Xiao Yuhe's medical center opened to the east of Xinyang City, and when Duan Shubai rushed there, he was taking a pulse and prescribing medicine for people.

Xiao Yu and this medical clinic do not charge money for seeing a doctor and prescribing medicines. As the wife of a general, he does not need to rely on this to make money. In addition to him, there are three other doctors in the medical clinic who also do not charge consultation fees. Xiao Yu and pay them wages.

Although there is no consultation fee, the people in Xinyang City are not ungrateful. Those who have money will donate a sum of money to stay in the medical center as the cost of purchasing medicinal materials.

"I've seen the general."

"I've seen the general."

Everyone who saw Duan Shubai along the way greeted him one after another. As a big celebrity in Xinyang City, this is not a good thing. No matter where he goes, he is always the focus of attention.

Without Duan Shubai speaking first, Xiao Yuhe knew that his husband was here.

"Why did you come here today?"

"It's over early, so I'll be with you."

Xiao Yuhe couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth a little bit. After they had a quarrel a few days ago and reconciled, the relationship between the two has become better. Duan Shubai has been considerate to him a lot, and made little surprises from time to time Come and make him happy.

Xiao Yuhe put down the gauze in his hand, and commanded with the corner of his mouth hooked: "You came at the right time, I was busy, please help me copy the prescription on the table and show me."

"Okay." Duan Shubai agreed briskly, strode to the mahogany square table, sat down firmly, picked up a pen, dipped two handfuls of ink at random, and began to write eloquently.

Xiao Yuhe snickered and caught a glimpse of the long ponytail behind him.

Feng Tingting walked by with a basket of herbs in her arms. When she was fetching medicine for her mother, she showed interest in medical skills in the clinic and voluntarily stayed to work in the clinic. Xiao Yuhe had heard about this girl, I thought she was very resilient, so I kept her.Feng Tingting took the initiative to bandage and treat the wounded soldiers after learning the basic bandaging. She is a person who knows how to repay her kindness.

General Duan, I ordered that people in Xinyang City not be allowed to criticize the girl who was bullied by bandits, and those who violated it will be severely punished.With no one else gossiping, the situation of the rescued girls is much better than expected.

Duan Shubai copied a whole page of the prescription with a thin brush, thinking it was perfect, stood up and strode to Xiao Yuhe's side, and patted him in front of Xiao Yuhe carelessly, "Copy it done."

Xiao Yu and Wan Er: "Thank you."

Duan Shubai gently patted his head: "There is no need to say thank you between us, you can do whatever you want your husband to do for you."

"Is there anything else I can help with?"

Xiao Yuhe smiled, and playfully pulled a strand of long hair on Duan Shu's white forehead, and said playfully: "No need, just go over there and have a few sips of wine obediently, and wait for Madam Ben to be busy with tea time." , I will go back with you."

"I didn't bring wine, it's a pity, I'll just sit and wait for you."

"I have it, Qiu Ran, go and get the wine. I originally planned to make medicinal wine, so I let you drink a few sips in advance."

To still have this kind of treatment, Duan Shubai was flattered and waited with a smile.

Qiu Ran brought over the wine and poured it for Duan Shubai.

Xiao Yuhe glanced at him with a smile, picked up the prescription that Duan Shubai had copied earlier, and looked at it intently. After only one glance, he froze on the spot: "You...what did you write?"

"Copied the prescription for you." Duan Shubai held the wine glass and said boldly.

"Danggui... Du... Zhong..." Xiao Yuhe couldn't continue reading, "What did you write? The words are so ugly."

This was the first time for Xiao Yuhe to carefully read Duan Shubai's handwriting. He knew that he could not ask too much of Duan Shubai in terms of reading and writing, but the words were too ugly.

Duan Shubai took a sip of wine and stuck it in his throat.

What the hell is going on today?

Everyone thinks his calligraphy is ugly.

He swallowed the wine and said indifferently: "So what if the characters are ugly, as long as you can recognize them."

Duan Shubai murmured in his heart: Are my handwriting really that ugly?

He began to doubt life. He has lived for so many years, and his words are not so ugly that people complain.

Xiao Yuhe put down the prescription and sighed, "I've never seen anyone who writes uglier than you."

Duan Shubai poured himself another glass of wine, "That's rare and strange for you. Most of men's characters are like mine, and their pens are like dragons and snakes. This is called domineering. Do you understand? Not everyone has the patience to write like yours. Beautiful handwriting."

"Domineering? Bah, ugly words make sense."

Qiu Ran came over and took a look, then suddenly said: "Master Biao's handwriting looks much better."

"Yes, my cousin's handwriting is not bad."

Master Biao?Duan Shubai felt suspicious, what about his cousin, "what cousin, who is it?"

"Young Master Biao refers to Young Master Cheng Haixiang. Young Master Biao is the son of Cheng Tingwei's family. He is handsome and talented. He is well-educated. He is a good husband-in-law that everyone envies in the capital. Our son has praised him several times..." Qiu Then he spoke smoothly, and blurted out: "Master Biao even wrote a love letter to our young master."

"Qiu Ran!" Xiao Yuhe called his name, Qiu Ran also covered her mouth in panic after realizing what she said.

In front of my uncle, I said that someone once wrote that kind of thing to the young master. Isn't that ruining the young master's reputation? Qiu Ran really wanted to slap herself a few times.

Qiu Ran hurriedly said in a panic: "Uncle, our young master has nothing to do with the young master Biao, and the young master has never responded..."

"Qiu Ran, stop talking."

Duan Shu gritted his teeth, this watch is really tricky, the red sleeves add fragrance, and there are love letters! ! !His heart was full of jealousy, and out of nowhere came out a rival in love who could write more beautifully than him, and his Yuhe had even praised that person.

He wanted to pick up a knife and chop someone up.

Duan Shubai drove Qiuran away and put the wine glass in his hand on the table. Now only Xiao Yuhe and himself stayed in the closed pharmacy. Fang Zi copied it again, Duan Shubai stood up and walked towards Xiao Yuhe, and said sourly: "Hey, don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Xiao Yuhe was dressed in a pale yellow brocade suit, standing there in the posture of a dragon and a phoenix, and the faint halo shone on his side face, making him even more like a fairy.

The tip of the pen landed on the paper, and said softly: "Explain what?"

Duan Shubai gritted his teeth: "That big cousin whose handwriting is good and you have praised."

"Is there anything to explain, do you suspect that I have some ulterior relationship with him?"

Duan Shubai snorted: "If I said that, I would doubt it."

Xiao Yuhe turned his pretty eyes, and he was both happy and relieved that Duan Shubai was jealous of him. He still remembered Miss Dong, Miss Yue and Miss Yun back then.

It's long overdue to pull someone out to be jealous of someone.

Seeing Duan Shu's white and stinky face, Xiao Yuhe deliberately elongated his voice and said, "If I say that I did have a relationship with him..."

With a bang, thunder exploded above Duan Shubai's head, Duan Shubai pulled him into his arms with force, the pen in Xiao Yuhe's hand fell off, and his sleeve of ink was cheap, Duan Shubai's heart was blocked, as long as one Thinking that Xiao Yuhe might have liked other men, his rationality was washed away by his anger. Duan Shubai hugged him fiercely in his arms, and accentuated his tone: "Whether you have ever had a relationship It's still two paragraphs, you are my husband now, you are not allowed to think about or talk about other men in the future, you can only remember your husband in your heart."

"You hug me so painfully, let go."

"Don't let it go."

Xiao Yuhe stood on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around his neck, kissed his thin lips, and burst out laughing: "I lied to you just now, I only liked one man in my life, and it was the one who made me embarrassed and cried. Countless big bastards."

Although Xiao Yuhe was very happy to make Duan Shubai jealous for him, but he didn't want her husband to really misunderstand him.

Duan Shubai bit his earlobe, said in a low voice: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. There is only one man who can make me cook for him willingly and wash his stinky clothes. Don't you know who this man is?"

who is it?Of course it was Duan Shubai's big trotter.

The blockage in Duan Shubai's heart was resolved instantly, and he realized that the words before were all deliberately spoken by Young Master Jiao to provoke him. Saying things that misunderstand your husband."

"Who told you to doubt me first, I am sincere to you, and you still dare to doubt me."

"Sorry, Yuhe, my husband just said something wrong."

"Since you are also jealous for me, I won't argue with you, but you should practice your handwriting, it's too ugly." Xiao Yuhe picked up the prescription written by Duan Shubai, and opened it in front of him.

Duan Shubai closed his eyes with a horrified face, and said a few words in the painful voice of a strong man: "Okay, I will practice!"

You can't lose anything to your rival!

That afternoon in the side hall of the meeting hall, when Zhang Changle stepped over the threshold, he found his general sitting at the table with a face full of hell, practicing calligraphy stroke by stroke with a serious and painful expression. At the corner of the table, there are still a few pieces of waste paper for calligraphy practice that have been blown away, full of handwriting.

Suddenly, Zhang Changle felt that the world was spinning.

He felt in a daze that he hadn't woken up from his afternoon nap, otherwise how could he have seen his general practicing calligraphy.

Zhang Changle couldn't help rubbing his eyeballs, the picture in front of him remained unchanged.

He asked himself heartbroken:

Do I have this much energy?

The general actually practiced his handwriting seriously just for one sentence of his.

A warm current flowed into his heart, Zhang Changle was so touched that tears filled his eyes, his general was finally willing to change for him.

Duan Shubai heard people walking in, raised his head subconsciously, was startled suddenly, almost dropped the pen in his hand, and blurted out: "Changle, why are you crazy, why are you looking at me with that disgusting look? .”

"General, Changle is so touched..."

Duan Shubai picked up the pen and asked in great bewilderment, "What moved you?"

"General, you actually practice calligraphy for Changle. Changle is really flattered."

"..."

Duan Shubai took a deep breath, threw the pen in his hand on the table, stood up, and the two brothers hugged Zhang Changle's shoulders, sighed and said: "My good brother, I practice calligraphy for... Forget it, I still don’t want to tell you the painful truth.”

Zhang Changle was confused: "Huh?"

Ignorance is a blessing.

Sometimes white lies are for you and me and everyone.

Once Duan Shubai made up his mind to do something, he would do it very seriously. His learning talent was extremely high. After he took calligraphy practice to heart, within a few days, his handwriting changed from "unsightly" to "unsightly" " became "barely able to see".

Duan Shubai will practice for a while in the afternoon, and before going to bed at night, he will randomly search for the case in the room. Before he spreads the white rice paper, he writes a page of large characters carefully with the scent of ink in the air, It has to be said that he really made rapid progress.

He nodded with satisfaction, enjoying himself in ecstasy.

"What a good handwriting!"

In time, no one is qualified to call him ugly anymore.If he still dared to beep in front of him, he would serve him impolitely.

After taking a bath, Xiao Yuhe pushed open the door in white obscene clothes, and when he entered, he heard Duan Shubai's self-praise, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said in his heart: Shameless.

Seeing Xiao Yuhe come in, Duan Shubai laid out another blank sheet of paper, and wrote down a sheet with a serious face. The hair is draped over the shoulders, just in terms of this picture, it can be said to be extremely charming.

Can really put on a show in front of him.

Xiao Yuhe walked over watching the show, and was about to laugh at the sentence "really good handwriting", but suddenly saw the book in Duan Shubai's hand.

Duan Shubai randomly picked a copy from the bookshelf, placed it on the desk, and practiced handwriting along with the content on it.

While writing, Duan Shubai turned the pages to find the content he liked to transcribe.

He was still turning the pages, but Xiao Yuhe's face turned pale, and his heartbeat was almost shaking. Duan Shubai might not know about that booklet, but Xiao Yuhe knew it very well in his heart. A painting drawn by Xiao Yuhe himself.

The contents of that painting...

It is that tasteful painting that cannot be seen directly.

If Duan Shubai saw it.

Xiao Yuhe couldn't imagine it!

A surge of hot blood rushed to the top of his head, Xiao Yuhe blushed and walked over quickly, reaching out to grab the booklet under Duan Shubai's hand.

How could Duan Shubai let him, a charming young master, snatch food from the tiger's mouth? He smiled and raised his horns to support his cheek: "Why? You are not allowed to copy books and practice calligraphy?"

"Didn't you let me practice calligraphy?"

Xiao Yuhe became anxious: "If you return it to me, you can copy it. Who told you to choose this one? If this one doesn't work, return it to me!"

"Why can't this one work?" Seeing Xiao Yuhe's anxious look, Duan Shubai smiled viciously, and shook the book wantonly: "Isn't it just a book of mountains and rivers, what else can be shameful in it— -"thing?

Before he could finish his words, amidst the sound of pages flying, a folded piece of white paper floated out.

Duan Shubai: "???"

Is there really something in it? ? ?

Xiao Yuhe's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, his eyes were fixed on the white paper, and he rushed towards him yelling, "Give it back to me."

Duan Shubai touched the white paper, and fled to the canopy bed of the two of them. A series of movements were like writing with a good brush in the same hand, flowing freely without any stagnation.

He is also practical.

Duan Shubai took the white paper in his hand, Xiao Yuhe shouted: "You are not allowed to open it!"

Duan Shubai is rebellious, you don't want me to open it, but I want to open it.

He opened the white paper, and the picture on the paper came into view. After only one glance, he turned around and lay down on the bed and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahaha..."

Xiao Yuhe sprained his feet in embarrassment at his laughter, and staggered towards the bed.

Duan Shubai was buried under the quilt and grinned sullenly. He recognized the people drawn on the white paper when they turned into ashes. Isn’t it the handsome and unrestrained self who didn’t take a bath for several days? Looking back, I really miss it a bit.

How could Yuhe, his family, be so good at drawing, and draw his husband so beautifully.

Duan Shubai couldn't help propping up his upper body, wanted to take out the white paper from his arms and continue to appreciate it for a while, he poked his claws into his chest, Xiao Yuhe's body had already rushed over, pressing on him, threatening him: " Return it to me quickly! Don't look at it."

With great strength, Duan Shubai turned over and pressed Xiao Yuhe under him, and kissed his fair and pink face, "What else can I do for you? Husband, I want to appreciate it again hahahahaha... "

"You paint your husband so handsome."

"Apart from this one, is there anything else? It turns out that my family, Yuhe, can secretly draw portraits of her husband. In a few days, I will have to search for treasures on the bookshelf. Thanks to you guys for letting me practice calligraphy."

"By the way, the portrait from several months ago, could it be that you fell in love with your husband at that time?"

Xiao Yuhe twisted around and struggled, why he couldn't think about it so much, he would leave this kind of thing before, he should have destroyed the corpse long ago! ! ! !

"Give it back to me, I will tear it up!!"

"Duan Shubai, let me go!"

Duan Shubai licked his face again, and laughed loudly: "How can such a good thing be torn off, my family's jade and painting skills are superb, this portrait represents your deep affection for your husband, I will definitely Keep it well, by the way, tomorrow I will find tools to frame him, keep it for 80 years, and make it a family heirloom for our descendants!"

Biography, family heirloom, Xiao Yuhe almost choked on his own saliva, "You're shameless, I'm shameless, my child doesn't want to inherit this kind of thing!"

"Your child?" Duan Shubai was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, "That's my child too."

Yes, his family, Yuhe, can have children.

Duan Shubai threw the future family heirloom aside, and leaned over to press Xiao Yuhe: "Forget about the family heirloom, Yuhe, now that we have a family heirloom, let's discuss how to have a child."

"You, you let me tear it up—uh, ah—let go—"

The canopy bed creaked and shook, and was turned red. Their heirlooms were shaken and wrinkled along with the constantly shaking bed, and they were accidentally wetted by unknown things, and the patterns were blurred. Open, the image is not clear.

At this point, Xiao Yuhe at least fulfilled his wish.

Duan Shubai sighed at the heirloom after getting up the next day.

Xiao Yuhe crumpled the heirloom into a ball of paper and threw it on Duan Shu's white head. The heirloom flicked deftly, and finally rolled under the closet.

Since Fu Qianxi entered the military training camp in Xinyang City, he has really opened his eyes.

He originally thought that he was a scholar, no matter where he went, no matter what mistakes he made, the other party would treat him with courtesy, punishment would not be imposed on literati, he had nothing to be afraid of, at most he would be guarded and starved for a few meals, and he would not be able to drink Forget it, even if he was hungry for a few meals, he still had the strength to yell and curse, who knows——

Unexpectedly, he accidentally got on the thief's ship, entered the thief's den, and entered this magic cave called "Military Training Camp".

Only then did he know that this kind of civilized way of torturing people still exists in the world.

Now his life is worse than eating Coptis chinensis.

During the day, you have to get up before dawn, and run around the whole city with the cold wind blowing from the top of the mountain. What's more, in the name of letting them exercise, does it make sense for him to run around alone as a scholar? ?After finishing the run, he wolfed down his breakfast and was supervised to weed and dig the ground to pick manure and water on the mountain. God, Fu Qianxi had never planted land in his life!

Farming is fine, he picks chrysanthemums and becomes a farmer under the eastern fence.

In the end, they had to stand in a military posture under the sun in the afternoon, requiring them to remain motionless for half an hour!Standing there like a row of idiots!He would rather go to water the manure as in the morning!

He sort of understood why Duan Shubai's Xinyang City had so much food that they were forced to plant land. A mountain was dug out to grow terraced fields of tens of acres, and he wished he could fill the land with it. Wu Xing is reincarnated, don't be some messed up Siong Xiaoxian, let's go down to earth!

It doesn’t matter if you stand in a military posture foolishly, there are subsequent punishments, and daily housekeeping. The quilt must be folded into tofu blocks pressed by wooden boards. There must be no dust in the room. The shoes in the entire dormitory must be placed neatly. All in a straight line!Line up!

There must be something wrong with the brain who came up with this thing, the place where people live every day is going to look like no one has ever lived.

Fu Qianxi, who lived a life of bohemian and reckless life, was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood.

Going out from here, will he still be the suave and down-and-out Mr. Fu in Xuanzhou?

It is estimated that it will become a Fu-Warrior.

His goal in life is obviously to be a talisman.

Fu Qianxi, who had learned how to eat and eat meat, looked at his increasingly fat upper arms, and couldn't help looking at the sky with a deep thought. Why did his life take a turn and change without knowing it?

It is said that the person who came up with this method and made the rules is Duan Shubai.

That reckless general, that bastard, that big devil!

He shouldn't have set foot on that street in Xuanzhou in the first place, and shouldn't have met Duan Shubai, a devil, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen to this point! !

Fu Qianxi gritted her teeth: "Xiao Liu, haven't you thought about escaping from this place?"

Ma Xiaoliu, who was in the same dormitory with Fu Qianxi, didn't raise his head, and continued to make his own bed: "What are you running away from? I can leave after half a month. You should pack your things honestly."

"Xiao Liu, have you heard that before this military training camp, there was a god-man who resisted Duan Shubai, who didn't sleep for three days and three nights—"

"Crack." The door was pushed open.

"are you talking about me?"

A man walked in outside the door, it was Xie Yong who was imprisoned in a small black room back then. Now Xie Yong worked hard to reform himself, deeply rooted in the military training camp, and through his solid academic skills, he succeeded in getting into a class. Official and part-time job, specializing in checking the internal affairs of the dormitory.