Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

Huang Chengyan felt that something was wrong with her daughter. Xiao Azhai, who has never liked to go out, changed his temper. Early in the morning, he carried the wine jar and ran to his father's bedside: "Go to Pang Gong's house for a drink."

Huang Chengyan was almost scared to death in his sleepy eyes, should he be glad that he drank too much last night for the night without a concubine? However, there is only one baby girl in the family, what else can we do?

"Just went to Pang Gong's house yesterday." The poor old father tried to make a last effort.

Little Huang Shuo bit her lip and thought for three seconds: "Mother came back this morning."

Huang Chengyan: ! !

"I took this jar of wine secretly last night."

Huang Chengyan got up and put on his coat: "Then let's go."

Little Huang Shuo trotted out with his father with a serious face, still holding the jar of "precious" millet wine in his arms.

Planning.

The weather is still cold, Huang Chengyan and his daughter are wearing autumn clothes. They started from the Huang's Manor in Miannan, passed the tall city wall of Xiangyang, and then crossed a wide and shallow Xiang Canal before arriving at Yuliangzhou, where the green fields are long and the reeds are flying.

fishermen.

The dark-skinned girl lowered her head, her chin resting on the small wine jar in her arms.

Huang Chengyan patted her daughter's back: "The weather is strange, and there is no way to be affected by disasters. It will be fine after this period."

Little girl Nunuzui: "No."

So she hates going out.

Father and daughter walked against the light, getting closer and closer to Yuliangzhou, gradually leaving the unsatisfactory reality behind. Pang Degong's residence on the sandbar is still elegant and refined, showing calmness in simplicity. The people helping to repair the roof are still lively and smiling.

The sun is getting high near noon, and the sun is shining in the courtyard, bringing a little hope of summer warming to Jingzhou, which has been cold for half a month. As if escaping from some shadow, the father and daughter breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Huang Chengyan sighed: "I don't know the sun and the moon in the mountains, I want to live in seclusion."

The hermit is not bound by corvée, is not recruited, and is not in danger of starvation. Isn't it a dreamy life? Even the boy who spread straw on the roof smiled like the rice field in his dream.

"Little girl, are you here to let me?"

Huang Shuo only felt the light in front of him: "Yes, you go first today."

Her serious look made the boy laugh. "Yesterday I thought about two exquisite rounds. You have to cheer up. Three, three."

Huang Shuo's spirit was shocked. The so-called three-three, five-five, and star are all bad positions to start. The young man is not a novice, but he comes up three or three. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. She thought for a while, and decided to respond to all changes with the same: "Sixteen, fifteen."

The teenager almost followed her voice: "Five, five."

Fast!

The little girl took a step back subconsciously, clasping the bark with her fingers: "Ten, fifteen, thirteen."

The firewood house after the disaster exudes a faint astringent smell of damp wood; the clothes of the boy seem to be stained with more dust than yesterday; the girl did not overnight It has become beautiful, but nothing will detract from the wonderfulness of this chess game.

Both sides are quick-witted people. Under Zhuge Liang's intentional drive, every move is as fast as lightning, so that Huang Chengyan, who is hiding in the dark, almost misses their confrontation.

"Did I win?" About 20 minutes later, after half-time, Zhuge Liang suddenly asked.

Huang Chengyan, already sweating profusely:? ? ? what happened?

Huang Shuo bit his lip.

"Thirteen, fourteen, and then you will eat the pile of abandoned sons in the southwest of me at most. If you don't eat it, I will go three, sixteen, and live in the southwest. If you eat it, I'll go south to Tianyuan. I won't make a mistake." Zhuge Liang spread his hands, "And your father has come to find you."

Xiao Huangshuo's thoughts are still on the chess game: "I eat Southwest, you put Tianyuan, and then...East...North, South...I lose two of you."

"Yes, it's two sons." Zhuge Liang bowed to Huang Chengyan, then quickly turned over to the roof of the firewood house, took a large handful of straw from Lu Meng, who had been a set board for a long time, and began to continue serving beef while working.

Huang Chengyan looked at the girl who was still frowning, and then looked at the "unpretentious" working boy, he couldn't help but punch his mouth and coughed lightly: "Langjun is so talented, it's not the old man boasting, he can Whoever wins the little girl at Go will not have more than one palm in Xiangyang."

Lü Meng lifted his hairy and messy head from the thatched pile, and replied in a voice-changing drake voice: "We are the same, playing Go with my brother, even the teacher is not sure of winning. ."

"Oh, it's the old man who has clumsy eyes and doesn't know there are mountains outside the mountains." Huang Chengyan leaned on the wisteria cane he used to pretend, and smiled.

Lu Meng touched the back of his head and finally found a polite sentence: "You guys in Xiangyang are outstanding..."

Lu Meng was inexperienced in incognito in the end, and it was revealed that they were not from Xiangyang, even Zhuge Liang did not stop him. Fortunately, he also learned Jingzhou dialect before. This is good, this place can't stay here for long.

Seeing the corners of Zhuge Liang's mouth falling slightly, and Huang Chengyan's wider and wider smile, Lu Meng finally reacted, shut up, lowered his head, and turned the straw. He doesn't want to play with these little old foxes at all!

Junior brother's back was wet with sweat, but he still didn't change his face, but he took two points of seriousness when speaking. "Mr. Huang, please bring the girl back. The firewood house is damp and crowded, so it's not advisable to stay for a long time." It was as if he wasn't the one who made the appointment before.

Huang Shuo grabbed his father's hand, not knowing why. In the end, she was younger, and she was more reluctant to give up: "We have one victory and one defeat, and we haven't decided yet." Actually, she still wanted to fight again.

The little girl looked over with her clear eyes, and even Zhuge Liang, who was always eloquent, was at a loss for words. Fortunately, at this time, a major event happened in Pang Degong's other residence that attracted everyone's attention, saving Ah Liang from a dilemma in time.

Liu Biao, the pastor of Jingzhou, with an extremely powerful momentum, set out on Yuliangzhou and invited Pang Degong to come out.

The timid people ran home and hid, and most of them gathered outside the hermit fence to watch the fun. Even though the fear of the power suppressed the voice, the abnormal crowd gathering still alarmed Huang Chengyan, Zhuge Liang and others in the corner.

Liu Biao was wearing a low-key and luxurious robe and a leather crown. He is older than Yuan Shao and Cao Cao, and he has passed the year of knowing the destiny, and he is going to the 60th mark. No matter how well-maintained, the temples were stained with hoarfrost, and there were wrinkles on his face, and even his eight-foot-tall body when he was young was slightly rickety.

However, even if Liu Biao's body went downhill, he was still taller than most of the people, and he stood out from the crowd. He brought a gift of fifty ships, and the servants carrying the boxes stretched all the way to the ferry like a busy ant army.

"Although Pang Degong is not worried about food and clothing, but he has lived in the countryside for many years, sitting and eating the mountains, what can he leave for his children and grandchildren?" Liu Biao's voice was filled with impatience after being rejected. I've come and gone for a few rounds.

Pang Lao immortal leaned on a tree stick with burrs, and faced the governor of a state without pretense: "I want to leave my children and grandchildren to live and work in peace and contentment, not dangerous fame and fortune."

"How is it dangerous?!"

However, when the second generation died, the clan was wiped out; he first went to Huo Qubing, and he made great achievements in battle, and after Huo Guang, he was executed.

Liu Biao opened his mouth and opened his mouth again.

Pang De's eyebrows won't shake.

The sun hides behind turquoise clouds. Liu Biao finally sighed and left. And the servants who carried the cheesy money and silk boxes, followed Liu Biao back to the ferry port like ants, looking embarrassed and ridiculous.

Both Liu Biao and his subordinates who were arrogant when they came and fled when they left, were compared to the clowns by the hermits who were indifferent to fame and fortune.

Pang Degong smiled, bowed his hands to the people in all directions, and ordered his wife and daughter to cook porridge. The aroma of the food came, and the meal time arrived, and the onlookers dispersed one after another. Men and women, young and old, left in twos and threes, while still talking about what they had seen and heard today.

It is conceivable that Pang Degong's remarks that Liu Biao was speechless will be widely circulated and become a new footnote of his noble and unconventional character. Just like the turtle wagging its tail in the mud as Zhuangzi said.

But I am afraid that these people will never dream that Pang Degong, who is about to ascend to immortality, is far less stable in his heart. Liu Biao repeatedly hit the wall but came to invite him many times, which shows how much Jingzhou lacks talents. But it can't be blamed for their ambiguous attitudes among the elites of the Jingzhou clan. Whether it is Liu Biao or Liu Biao's sons, there is no hope of success. As long as one of them shows a heroic attitude, they may be willing to gamble on their fortunes, but now...

Pang Degong sighed like Liu Biao, and turned to go back to the backyard. When he turned around, he saw his old friend Huang Chengyan and his daughter. They did not leave with the villagers, but still stood outside the short fence made of yellow bamboo skins.

"Huang Gong..." Just as Pang De Gong wanted to say hello, his attention was attracted by two teenagers who also did not leave. In fact, their eyes are so special that no matter how dirty the coarse cloth is short and brown, they can't hide them: one is indifference hidden in doubt, and one is clear and bright with scrutiny.

Pang Degong finally recalled that this was the man He San, the fisherman, brought to help repair the roof, and saw that the younger one performed standard scholar etiquette: "If I didn't meet the teacher, I would definitely be in the morning and evening. Worshiping the couch, abandoning your face, but also learning from you the knowledge of protecting your body in troubled times, in order to protect your family and not be reduced to the soldiers of the people who died on both sides of the Mianjiang River."

Pang De Gong held his cane a little.

"However, without Yu, the villagers would die in floods; without Shang Tang and Wu Wang, the villagers would die of the mutilation of Jie Zhou; With Huo Qubing, thousands of dead souls have been added to the sword of the Xiongnu. Are so many people who have climbed the jade steps and held the rhinoceros from ancient times to the present, are they all just greedy for that bit of wealth?

"I want to be the so-called obsessive and stupid person you say, even if I die, I have to open a hundred years of peace for the common people and ants. This is doing my part!"

Pang Degong did not wait for a response, he left after he finished speaking, with the childish rebellion and sharpness of a young man, and quickly disappeared behind the grass and bushes with Lu Meng.

Pang De Gong: "Hey!"

Little Huang Shuo was the first to react, trotting after him.

Huang Chengyan didn't hold her daughter, so she slapped her thigh: "Hey!" He also chased after him.

In the front yard, only the old fairy Pang with fluttering beard and hair was left, looking at the direction they left in a trance.

Sima Hui, Mr. Shuijing, who lived here, is also a man of immortal style. At this time, I don't know where to turn. He walked up to Duke Pang De and said with a smile: "It's a pity. 'The death of the clan must also create a century of peace for the world', I am afraid that only the one from the north can teach it. Her vision has always been first-class."

Hearing his voice, Pang Degong returned to his senses, leaning on a rough branch and slowly walked towards the direction of the house: "It's a pity that the two little men have not received the beef today."

The dark-skinned little girl was panting and her tone was empty: "chess... how about chess?"

Zhuge Liang turned around, the relaxed smile disappeared from his face, as if he had grown a few years out of thin air. "Up to next year's winter solstice, the war in the north will end. If I'm still alive then, I'll come here to make an appointment with you for the third game of Go."

Little Huang Shuo was shocked by the **** smell in his words. Fighting against each other and strife in the world were the things she didn't like to hear the most, but the young man at this time made her unable to look away. She seemed to be bewitched, and wanted to follow up again, but was grabbed by the shoulders of the nervous old father.

"The reputation of my daughter's family is precious..." Huang Chengyan muttered.

Huang Shuo struggled a few times, but did not break free. And in such a short time, Zhuge Liang and Lu Meng disappeared from her eyes. What happened in the past two days is like a fantastic bubble, blown by the sudden south wind.