"You're a kid, don't ask so many questions.
Have you memorized the multiplication table I taught you?"
Bai Ren came back to his senses, feeling a little blocked.
He looked at Hao Zhao who was staring at him and asked seriously.
"One to one makes one, one to two makes two, one to three makes three."
Hao Zhao saw his master staring at him, his heart jumped with fear, and he immediately recited the multiplication table.
"Eight eight sixty-four, um, um."
Hao Zhao suddenly got stuck when he was suddenly pushed to the back.
He touched his head from time to time, not knowing what the answer was.
"Idiot, it's seventy-two."
Zhen Mi had followed Bai Ren these days and was already familiar with the multiplication formula Bai Ren taught Hao Zhao.
So she pointed at Hao Zhao with her little hand and laughed.
Bai Ren looked at Zhen Mi and smiled, you are already eleven years old and Hao Zhao is only five years old.
Is it interesting for you to laugh at him?
Hao Zhao's face turned red with embarrassment, and he continued to recite: "Ninety-ones get one."
After Bai Ren listened to Hao Zhao memorize the multiplication table, he nodded to Hao Zhao, indicating that he could hide in the bed and rest.
Then he turned to Zhen Mi and said, "It's time for little Zhen Mi to go back to sleep."
After hearing what Bai Ren said, Zhen Mi got up reluctantly and ran to her room to sleep.
Bai Ren watched Zhen Mi go back, closed the door, blew out the oil lamp, then hid in bed and went to find Jiang Chong to learn how to cheat.
There is a small yard in the southwest of Xu County in the south, close to Yingchuan County.
The yard is very shabby.
It is built with fences.
Calling it a yard is already very flattering to the owner of the yard.
I saw two words scrawled on the fence gate of the yard: Guo Mansion.
It was very quiet at night, and the yard was pitch black.
Only a little light shined through the house, and the door outside the yard was open.
In troubled times, there were really too few people who dared to do this.
"Cough, cough."
A middle-aged scribe rode a horse outside the door and came to the door of the courtyard.
He looked at the open door and shook his head helplessly, then got off his horse and walked into the door.
The middle-aged scribe walked into the gate and saw that the gate was a garden.
He looked around and found that the most valuable things in this yard were probably these flowers and plants.
The middle-aged scribe walked towards the light, touched his chest with one hand and coughed violently, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
The coughing stopped.
The middle-aged scribe took his hand away from his mouth, looked at the dark red streak on his hand under the moonlight, closed his eyes, and said with some breathlessness: "It seems that my time is afraid.
Not much more.”
Suddenly the scribe raised his head and found that there were flowers and plants everywhere, but the lights suddenly disappeared without a trace.
He suddenly looked shocked and exclaimed: "This is a maze."
The middle-aged scribe's face suddenly turned ugly, and he secretly thought that he had been careless.
How could he not be prepared for the open door?
It seemed that this guy had been prepared for a long time.
It was very quiet everywhere, there was no sound at all, and it was pitch black.
I could only feel that there were endless vines around me, and the vines were constantly climbing towards the middle-aged scribe.
The middle-aged scribe looked a little embarrassed and murmured: "It looks like I'm sorry for that guy.
I'm afraid this formation will be destroyed."
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Seeing the vines getting closer and closer to him, the middle-aged scribe did not panic.
These are all hallucinations and illusions.
If panic really occurs in his heart, he will really be strangled by these vines in his heart.
The middle-aged scribe calmly took out a simple yellow book from his arms.
It looked like it was a few years old.
He closed his eyes and scribbled on the page, then muttered something in his mouth, and finally opened it suddenly.
He closed his eyes, tapped his fingers lightly in the air, and whispered into the air: "Broken" Suddenly a raging fire broke out all around, burning all the surrounding vines into ashes, and finally these ashes flew away with the wind.
The middle-aged scribe saw that the surroundings had returned to their original state, except that the original flowers and plants were a bit chaotic.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, put the simple yellow paper in his arms, and walked towards the small room with a trace of obscene light.
Gently opening the door, the middle-aged scribe walked in and saw a pale young man lying on the desk in the light.
The young man was wearing a scribe's uniform and sleeping on a book sitting on the desk.
Beside him was a man.
A wine bottle was poured on his desk.
He still had one hand on the desk, holding an empty earthenware wine glass.
His mouth was still drooling.
It seemed that he had drank a lot.
How much wine.
The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly, walked gently to the table where the young man was sitting, and gently pushed the young man's buttocks with his foot.
"Who is it?"
The young scribe turned his body sideways, without opening his eyes, and fell down on the desk.
With a slight movement of his left hand, he knocked a wine bottle next to the desk to the ground.
The middle-aged scribe saw that the young man didn't seem to have gotten up yet.
He gave a helpless smile and kicked the young man's butt hard with his foot.
"Uh."
The young man finally woke up this time and climbed up from his desk with difficulty.
He looked at the chaos on the desk with blurred eyes and was not surprised.
He put his left hand on his buttocks, rubbed it, and said in a daze: "Why did I wake up?"
"Guo Fengxiao, you finally woke up."
The middle-aged scribe stood behind the young man and said teasingly to the confused young man who had his back turned to him.
That young man was Guo Jia, a talented man from Yingchuan, and Guo Fengxiao, the future chief military adviser to Cao Cao.
The middle-aged man is Cao Cao's current plotter, Xi Zhicai.
"Who?"
Guo Jia was frightened by the words behind him.
He was sober from drinking and immediately turned around to look.
"It's me, your old friend Xi Zhicai."
Xi Zhicai looked at Guo Jia, who could overdo it, with a normal expression, and touched his beard.
Xi Zhicai studied at Yingchuan Academy, and Guo Jia could be said to be his younger brother.
However, the two had similar personalities, both liked drinking, and eventually became good friends.
"So it's you!
How did you get in?
It took half a month to set up the maze at my door.
Could it be that you saw through my maze, didn't enter the maze, and took the back door?"
Guo Jia looked back and said, It turned out to be his old friend Xi Zhicai, and he asked Xi Zhicai in a somewhat surprised tone.
"Your house has a back door."
Xi Zhicai was slightly distracted.
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He looked around and found a "back door" in a hidden corner: a dog hole.
"You didn't come in through the back door."
Guo Jia looked at Xi Zhicai in surprise, stood up immediately, and walked quickly out the door.
Guo Jia walked out and saw under the moonlight that the flowers and plants in his yard were either fallen or in disarray.
It was a mess and it was horrible to see.
"I'm sorry, I broke your confusion."
Xi Zhicai followed Guo Jia, coughed a few times, and said to Guo Jia with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
"Xi Zhicai, you" Guo Jia looked at Xi Zhicai behind him angrily, and gritted his teeth and called out Xi Zhicai's name.
Xi Zhicai looked at Guo Jia like this, smiled helplessly, and whispered to Guo Jia: "Fengxiao, I'm sorry, this time I came, but I brought you a jar of twenty years' worth of food."
Good wine.”
After hearing this, Guo Jia immediately became energetic, his expression softened a little, and he asked Xi Zhicai in a low voice: "Where is the wine?
Come over quickly.
If you don't do it next time, I won't do it next time."
Xi Zhicai smiled, crossed Guo Jia's yard, came to the door, took a small jar of wine from the horse's back outside, and then ran back in a hurry.
In the room, Guo Jia took away the book he was sitting at, took out two pottery bowls from somewhere, then snatched the wine from Xi Zhicai's hand, opened it directly, filled the wine completely, and then shook the bowl.
I found that there was still two-thirds of the wine in the jar, so I immediately covered the wine and hid it secretly.
After a while, Guo Jia came back, holding a bowl of cold boiled soybeans in his hand.
He placed it on the desk, sat down, took a bowl of wine, and tasted it gently.
Seeing Guo Jia like this, Xi Zhicai smiled, took out a few soybeans from the bowl, threw them into his mouth, and chewed them slowly.
"Zhicai, you're not just here to bring me wine this time, right?"
Guo Jia threw a few soybeans into his mouth and asked curiously as he looked at Xi Zhicai, who looked a little pale.
Xi Zhicai took a sip of wine, put down the bowl, coughed lightly, looked at the young face in front of him, thought for a while and said: "Of course, otherwise I will bring you wine":