The First Chaos In History

After the still water went down, I stepped up to the podium again and said shyly: "Today is over. At the end I have some private affairs and want to ask some of you to help me." I took out the fax that Yan Jingsheng gave me and said, "I'm getting married in a few days. I thought about it. This invitation has to worry about the three teachers, Wang Yanliu. It would be inappropriate for you to teach me to use those machines to print."

When everyone heard that I was going to get married, there was another uproar. The old men named by me listened to what I said. As expected, they all happily stroked their beards and asked some great gods to help me write invitations. This is what I had long thought of. Now, I’m a member of Yucai, so I need to be more careful about invitations, highlighting humanities and heritage. When it comes to writing invitations, there is a sad thing. I have a friend who got married the year before, and there are many friends in his family. See me before getting married. I went to help him fill in the invitation, but just write the date and then the name of the person being invited and the name of the hotel. I happily went to help write more than 20 copies, held them for a long time and then held them without saying a word. I left, and then I overheard the old man saying to my friend: "Let’s call and notify these 20 or so people..." Then the 20 or so invitations burned, and the words were still uttering in my mouth: "To let people Thinking of this, where should I put my old face?" From then on, I became ill. I didn't want to write by hand except when I went to the bank. There are definitely fewer calligraphers on the market than those calligraphers who have a lot of money. And in view of the many strokes of the two characters "Xiao Qiang", I particularly envy that classmate named "Ding Yi" in our middle school...

Of course, ask the masters to help me write invitations without worrying about their identities being seen through. This is the bottom line. In fact, I have been contradicting all the time. On the one hand, I am afraid that the works of the masters will cause me trouble if they go out, but on the other hand, I don’t want to let them miss the time. Copy the post. Let Wang Xizhi and the others produce more works, how much contribution can they make to traditional culture? So I thought of a compromise that was to let them use their own brushwork to write a lot of irrelevant content, such as "study hard and make progress every day" as an example.

Although the old men were very happy to help, considering that they were not familiar with simplified Chinese characters, I asked Xiao Rang to assist them in their work. The good guys also clamored that they were going to let go of the drink that day. It seems that I don't have to worry about someone filling me with alcohol that day.

After the meeting, the three famous doctors gave Hua Mulan a consultation. After arguing and researching for half an hour, they finally...talked about it because they insisted that they were right. There was a big disagreement on certain medicines. Finally, Hua Tuo temporarily withdrew and decided to use acupuncture to help Mulan. Bian Que and An Daoquan agreed to write a prescription by one person, and the patient would make the final assessment. In the era. Bian Que was earlier than the latter two. Hua Tuo and An Daoquan also respected him, but one involved specific medical treatment. These three old men really have a bit of meaning "I love the predecessors, but I love the truth more".

On the whole, this meeting has deepened mutual understanding and enhanced relationships. Of course, it has also broadened historical knowledge for some people who were born earlier, enabling them to truly "know 500 years before knowing 500 years later." In view of the success of this conference, we decided to hold an internal customer meeting once a week in the future, if there are newcomers. A small welcome party is to be held, and this has gradually become a routine.

When I had just finished calling Liu Bang and conveyed his greetings to Su Wu, the blacksmith's son thumped the door and ran in. Seeing me at a glance, he said, "Mr. Xiao. My dad said that the gun you wanted was shot."

Xiang Yu walked away without saying anything, and the heroes asked me: "What do you want a gun for?"

"Brother Yu is going to a duel with Er Fat." As I said, I followed Xiang Yu to the forge.

"Who is Er Fat?" Zhang Shun said inexplicably.

"Lu Bu!"

The good guys suddenly screamed, chasing after us and yelling: "What hate do they have?" Even Yan Zhenqing and Wu Daozi also ran out, the king of Chu and Lu Bu, as long as the people who know these two names don't care about civil or military affairs. I don't want to miss it.

When we arrived at the blacksmith's shop, a big spear higher than a human was placed in the most conspicuous place. Xiang Yu ran up and picked it up and looked at it carefully. The blacksmith was obviously very confident in his craftsmanship. He sat there and said with a smile, "What? So, are you satisfied?"

Xiang Yu put the big gun flat on his chest and lowered his head to rub the body of the gun. It seemed that he was satisfied with the weight, but there was no other comment.

This big gun, the spear head is more than half longer than the normal spear head, it is covered with hemp, the body is slightly thinner than the cup, and the neck and tail of the gun are swallowed with gold. Don't say so, just look at it. Just majestic.

Tang Long came out more and more, and reached out to Xiang Yu, "Let me see." He took the gun in his hand and praised: "Good weight!" Looking at the gun head again, he said in surprise: "This is actually serious. Damascus steel, we don’t have this steel, but it is cut like mud.” He looked at the gun body again, and said, “Well, although the swallow mouth is gilded, it’s.” I heard him say that, I understand. The blacksmith put all the 2,000 yuan into the workbook.

The blacksmith stood up, and said a little excitedly, "Expert!"

The blacksmith’s son cried, "That's our teacher."

Tang Long watched for a long while and didn't let go. He smacked his mouth and said, "It's a pity that this shot still won't work."

The blacksmith stunned: "Fighting? Who still fights with this thing now? The spearhead is made of good steel for the purpose of wearing it."

Tang Long said a word that seemed to have gone to Xiang Yu's heart. He put his hand on Tang Long's shoulder and asked, "Do you think it can be changed?"

Tang Long said: "Of course it can."

"How long?"

Tang Long took off his coat and said, "It's just a matter of time." He shouted at the people watching the excitement in the crowd, "Come two powerful guys!"

Xiang Yu said, "I'll count one."

Li Kui rolled his sleeves and rushed out of the crowd and said, "What do you want me to do?"

Tang Long said: "Shake the bellows."

The rural blacksmiths still used the old bellows-shaking furnace. Xiang Yu and Li Kui sat on the two vents one by one. Fortunately, they didn't need any skills to do this work, so they could just throw off their arms and pull their lives.

Tang Long saw the fire in the furnace gradually dazzling, and suddenly grabbed the tail of the gun and put the first half of the gun in. The blacksmith was surprised: "What are you doing?"

Tang Long ignored him, quietly watching the gun body gradually turn red, then grabbed a handful of iron powder and held it to his mouth, lifted the red gun body out of the flame, and carefully blew the iron powder in his hand. On the top, the gun body was black and red, flickering, and blowing repeatedly for a while, Tang Long quenched the place where the iron powder had been blown in the bucket. Everyone, including the blacksmith, didn't know what he was going to do, so they could only watch it from one side.

The first half was quenched, and Tang Long grabbed the tip of the gun and processed the second half again. When the whole gun was processed, the barrel was covered with tiny subway slag. I felt it hurt when I touched it. I asked him, "This gun is still Does it work?"

Tang Long held the gun and threw it on the sandy ground outside, then rolled the gun in the sand for a while, took it up and wiped it with the corner of his clothes, and looked at the iron powder, it has become smooth The small particles are integrated with the gun body, and when you look at it, these iron powders are not blowing up to the ground indiscriminately, but meandering into a curve. Now it looks like an oolong plate on the gun. In this way, long The long gun body no longer looks monotonous, and most importantly, it has turned from a work of art into a murderous weapon.

The blacksmith immediately asked without shame: "Master, what good is it for you to do this in addition to being beautiful?"

Tang Long pointed the gun to him and said, "This will increase the friction between the hand and the barrel of the gun. The most important thing is that in winter, the iron gun body will not be so agitated, and it can prevent it from freezing after being exposed to water. on the ground."

The blacksmith was dumbfounded. He patted his dumbfounded son next to him: "I will learn from the master well in the future, have you heard?"

Tang Long smiled slightly, carefully shot the tip of the gun on the grinding wheel, and solemnly handed it to Xiang Yu: "Big Brother Xiang, are you satisfied?"

Xiang Yu played with the gun for a while, and finally said in a deep voice: "With this gun in hand, the fat man will be unlucky." Having said that, Xiang Yu threw the gun into my arms and took out the phone to dial. Soon I heard Er Fat's voice: "Hello?"

"My horse is found, and the gun is also available. When will the fight be made?"

Er Fat thought for a moment and said, "What do you think?"

Xiang Yu snorted: "It is better to hit the sun than to pick the sun. I think today is not bad."

I:"……"

Er Chuan said: "Wait a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I ask what our boss means."

I blushed and my neck was thick: "..."

After a while, Er Fat said: "Okay, our boss also agreed. Two hours later, in his villa in Chunkong Mountain, can you find it?"

I planed my pedals: "..."

Xiang Yu said: "A word is definite."

He hung up the phone, looked around and wondered: "Hey, where's my gun?"

I am dying: "..."

Xiang Yu glanced at the ground, picked up the gun pressed against my chest, and smiled: "Xiaoqiang, what are you doing on the ground?" Seeing that I couldn't get up, he leaned down and put his ear to my mouth and asked. "Did you have something to say just now, what do you want to say?"

It took me a long time to relax and say: "I'm crushed... I'm crushed to death!"