The First Chaos In History

On the way to Yucai, Xiang Yu really rode a lame rabbit. My road, fortunately, the road from the villa area to the school was wide enough, and there were no cars, and there were all fields on both sides, or it would have attracted crowds.

I kept the car at a speed of forty to fifty miles, and the rabbit could keep up with ease, and he still had time to heal my breath. Whenever I did, I just glanced at me and made a puffy nose or something, because I kept calling it. Rabbit, it seems to mind very much.

When there was no one, I rolled down the window of the car and said to Xiang Yu, who was driving alongside me, "Brother Yu, how do you think the rabbit still knows you? I remember that there is not a horse among my customers."

Xiang Yu said contentedly: "I don't know, as long as Xiao Hei can accompany me, to be honest, I think it's not much worse than thinking of Ayu."

I said to my heart that I have been ridden by you. This bunny is unlucky enough. I was a horse in my previous life. I don’t know how to be a horse in my life. And I’ve been ridden by the same person. The same person is the same person. You are so big. Isn't it good to be a horse for Shiqian?

At this time, the red light at the intersection ahead, I hurriedly slowed down and shouted: "Rabbit, run slow!" At the intersection, Xiang Yu gently brought the rein to the rabbit and stopped immediately. It was much more convenient than mine, but I found Xiang Yu Consciously or unconsciously, the right hand is always drawing on the horseback...

I laughed and said, "Brother Yu, are you still thinking about picking up gears after steplessly shifting?"

Only then did Xiang Yu realize his little movements, his face flushed, and he said, "I blame you kid. I taught me how to drive and how to ride a horse. As soon as I stop, I always want to pull the hand brake, or I feel like it. Like a car."

After passing the intersection, I ran forward for a while, and I asked, "Should I take a break? Your horsepower is true after all."

Xiang Yu said proudly: "How far is it? Your car is refueled, and it can't walk for a meter without fuel. My horse can still run hundreds of miles even if I'm hungry."

I asked: "You guys can ride horses as much as possible. There should be a place similar to a gas station. After you go in-please, add 50 yuan."

Xiang Yu smiled and said, "The post is almost like this."

"Then let you smoke and call?"

"...Open flames must not be used, in order not to startle the animals and make no noise."

It seems that the gas stations from ancient times to the present are the same.

I said: "Do you really need to rest?"

Xiang Yu said: "No, I think Xiao Hei's state is a bit worse than before, just running short."

"Now that the rabbit is found, the horse will be solved. What are your specific requirements for the gun?"

"Suffer enough!"

This can't trouble me. Can the forging technology of the end of Qin make it difficult for the generation that crosses the century? Although Xiang Yu's guns were carefully crafted by someone, I guess the quality of the cuts from the blacksmith's hands is better than what he could.

When I arrived at Yucai, Xiang Yu and I personally visited the blacksmith’s house in Yaocun. The blacksmith’s children had been accepted by Yucai and were learning skills with Tang Long. At first, I always thought that Tang Long’s doing this was a bit misleading. What's the use of learning a blacksmith here? But I found out that I was wrong. There are still blacksmiths in this world. And their current name is: Master Casting. Most of them serve military factories and automobile manufacturing industries. A well-known knife maker in the industry, the knives he makes by himself can usually be fried for tens of thousands of dollars. If it is a special day or the first sample, it will be even more priceless. . In addition, several famous cars in the world have always used "all handmade" as gimmicks and selling points. In addition to seats and leather accessories, they certainly also need blacksmiths. After experiencing the crazy era of large industries, people have renewed their superstitions in "handmade". "Especially rich people, only things made by the same kind of people are more reliable and spiritual. Although it is sometimes not as accurate as a machine, it is more comfortable, safer and more worthy of showing off.

So being a blacksmith is also promising, but your craft must at least be able to make things like handlebars and bows. As for the source of bicycles. You can learn another technique with the time...

Of course the blacksmith knows me and knows that I am the leader of their children. He is extremely diligent. If anything else, he will take us to eat. Because of the completely free policy of cultivating talents, I am very beloved in the neighborhood and have been loved by parents many times. The experience of going out to eat hard, now the local farmers are also rich. Inviting you to eat is no longer a matter of killing a pig, but beckoning to take a taxi directly to Baxianlou. Five or six hundred yuan worth of wine is placed on a bottle without blinking.

I took the tea offered by the blacksmith and told him straightforwardly: "I want you to shoot a gun."

The blacksmith suddenly got a bitter face: "You can hit it, but do you have a bullet?"

I was stunned to realize that he had misunderstood, and said with a black thread: "I'm talking about the gun used in the past—" I said, drew it with my hand, "the one with a pointed front."

Good guy, he thought I wanted him to hit me with 81 bars, but he even dared to agree. I had a good hand. I guess he would give him 235 the whole point. He would give me a tin skin to make an atomic bomb without any ambiguity.

The blacksmith suddenly relaxed: "That kind of gun?"

"Can you fight?"

"It's a piece of cake, just make a mold now."

I said, "This gun is heavy, 130."

"Weight is not a problem, but the bar has to be thicker-who uses such a heavy guy?"

Xiang Yu said: "Me!" He showed the teacup to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith patted his chest and said: "Wrap it on me. This is also the craftsmanship uploaded by our ancestors. The big blade of the red tasseled gun during the war of resistance did not support the front line!"

I smiled and said, "I'll give you a few school uniforms that are'honest and loyal to the country' when you are done." That was a generation of school uniforms that were modified through reform-through-labour uniforms. There are a lot of them left in Curry.

The blacksmith hurriedly waved his hand: "Forget it, I'll take my heart. People think it's not good for me to change my mind."

I laughed: "When can I get it?"

The blacksmith touched his chin and said, "If it is an ordinary person, it will take a month, but Mr. Xiao's affairs can't be delayed.

Bar. "

Xiang Yu nodded in satisfaction. He knew that the workload would take three days without stopping. I really didn't expect to experience the happiness of squeezing the parents of students in this life. I thought that our elementary school teacher would never get tired of it. The current situation of the teacher's life can be reflected from the current personnel appointments in the class: the year he fell his leg. The son of a director of our city’s orthopedic hospital was appointed as the monitor, but his position was given to him by Li Ermao, the son of the director of the food factory. Although this is not Li Ermao's fault, who made his mother happen to be a gynecologist? So Huang Sanya, who was the last to learn, took over the banner of the class leader. It is quite sad that our beloved class teacher may have encountered another misfortune at home: Huang Sanya was re-elected that year...

Because our father is just an ordinary worker, he has been in a situation where few people love and no one loves him during the long years of elementary school. Later, my dad had an idea and said that our family also has relatives who are leaders: my uncle is in a cremation factory-I didn't dare to tell our teacher.

I put 2000 yuan on the table and said to the blacksmith>)

The blacksmith was shocked: "How can you take the teacher's money? Besides, it's too much."

I resolutely kept the money and said: "You can't expect the money to be posted." A lesson from the past, I took advantage of the students and couldn't give birth to children. Baozi and I were both big and big, and couldn't stand the toss.

After leaving the blacksmith's house, Xiang Yu said: "I have to be with Xiao Hei Duo in these three days. Cultivate and cultivate a tacit understanding."

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I said, "By the way, the problem of picking the gear is corrected." If this is to start with Lu Bu, when turning the horse's head, take the gun in one hand and put the reverse gear in the other hand to get someone to poke it off.

At this time, my phone rang, and I saw it was from a bar, and I said, "It looks like a newcomer is here again. Will you go and have a look?"

Xiang Yu said: "I won't go, walk the horse, and pick me up when you come back."

When he arrived at the bar, Sun Sixin became accustomed to it. Without waiting for me to ask, he stretched out his hand and pointed in it.

There were two more old men among the locals here, and a burly man who seemed not to be young anymore, Liu Laoliu was by his side.

I hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and I know that these groups of people are big intellectuals recently. Care about this, so you have to make a good impression when you meet.

Liu Lao Liu pointed to me and said, "Several people, this is Xiaoqiang."

An old man in the seat greeted me with a mellow smile. The other old man didn't know what he was thinking. He was half a beat slower than him, and the burly man's temples were a bit gray. He is probably in his 50s, but he can only be regarded as a middle-aged person now. He put one hand on the table and nodded, but nodded at me.

Even if I have received hundreds of customers, I still have curiosity. After all, they are all like thunderous names. Not only are they not numb, but also a little addictive. I smiled and asked the first old man: "How are you? call?"

This old man is very well cultivated, and he can see that he is the kind of Confucian who is polite to everyone but has his own character. He said with a smile: "My surname is Yan, and the word is Qingchen." Liu Laoliu told me, "That's Yan Zhenqing." Then he said to Yan Zhenqing, "Old Yan, this is a Baiding, so don't talk to him in the future."

I was slightly surprised and said: "Yan Zhenqing? Liu Gongquan has been here for several days." I didn't expect that I would be able to gather the "Yan Jin Liu Bone" so quickly. The two of me are the same names, and I may not know how familiar they are. Well, I didn't expect Yan Zhenqing to say blankly: "Liu Gongquan, who is it?"

Liu Laoliu despised me before telling me: "The difference between the two is decades."

I haven't seen it before. What do you say when you put it together? History is really not a matter of decades.

Just like the last time, when I heard Yan Zhenqing's name, another old man stood up and respectfully bowed to him, and said cautiously: "Unexpectedly, Yan Lugong is here. The younger generation is rude."

He looked like Yan Zhenqing was older than Yan Zhenqing. This shows that this person's fame years should be even later. I said to my head: "When we get to this place, we will only be according to age and not according to dynasty. From now on, you can be brothers-may I ask your surname?"

This latter old man only talked with Yan Zhenqing, and seemed to be an avid calligraphy lover. Hearing my question, he just said "Zhang Zeduan" casually.

Zhang Zeduan, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Surfing the River on Qingming Festival"!

Even me as a Bai Ding knows that, to be honest, people here are basically not lightweight these days. In the starry sky of history, they are all bright stars, but the stars are different from the stars. Wu Daozi and Yan Liben were accused. Praise is because of their magical skills, their contribution is more to create a genre, and Zhang Zeduan’s "Shang He Tu on Qingming Festival" can be called a sacred product in any sense, relying on this With this painting, he can already conceal the light of the painters of the Northern Song Dynasty of the same period.

I froze for a while, and saw Zhang Dashen ignored me. Although the old man painted well, I found that he was a little stupid, far less accommodating and easy-going than Yan Zhenqing.

I had to turn my head to the last one and a half old man. This man was tall, with red and black skin, and long hair draped over his shoulders. His eyes were piercing, but the light that flashed from time to time seemed a bit too sharp and cunning. If you write and draw as you did last time, the other one should be a doctor, but I don’t think this old man looks like Sun Simiao at all, and even less like Li Shizhen. He is watching him randomly point his hand on the table. Suddenly: mostly a piano player.

I bent over and asked him, "Then your name is Gao?"

This man played offensive drums on the table, glanced at me and said, "Wu Sangui."