Zhang Huaiyu disappeared for another two days, and when he appeared again in Shiqiao Village, he brought back a live cow.

Gu Qing was busy making his new gadgets in the yard. When he saw Zhang Huaiyu in white clothes leading a dirty cow through the door, Gu Qing was shocked.

No matter how you look at the picture, it seems inconsistent, like a Bai Fumei who is used to driving Ferraris in the city suddenly wears a straw hat and drives a tractor, looking at the boundless wheat waves in the distance and singing "On the Field of Hope" affectionately.

Gu Qing blinked hard several times before he had to accept the scene in front of him, and then turned his head away unbearably.

This woman is running further and further down the road of self-destruction, and even nine cows can't pull her back.

“What’s the lead cow doing back here?”

Zhang Huaiyu looked around, as if looking for the cowshed, and said calmly: "Didn't you say you know how to cook beef?"

Gu Qing was shocked, what a powerful logic.

"You brought a live cow back for a bite of beef? I've told you more than once that I'm short of money, why don't you steal some money from the treasury and give it to me?"

Zhang Huaiyu said helplessly: "I bought it from a nearby village, but they don't sell it retail."

Gu Qing muttered: "The live cow... seems to be registered with the government, right? Otherwise it will be against the law."

Zhang Huaiyu said in surprise: "It is about to become food in the pot, why do you need to create a register? You dare to kill people, but you are so afraid of the king's law when you eat some beef. Are you crazy?"

Gu Qing thought about it and thought it made sense.

Looking up at the cow, he couldn't tell its age. It wasn't too big, so it must be very young. Gu Qing couldn't bear it and said, "Let's keep it at home for now. It's not appropriate to kill a live cow at will."

Zhang Huaiyu said disappointedly: "Beef..."

"Go to Qingcheng County and ask. Some shops and restaurants should secretly hide some beef. Go and buy some."

Zhang Huaiyu became more and more disappointed: "It seems that we can't eat beef today."

"Don't you know how to fly? If you fly to Qingcheng County and back again, it should be very fast if you are not discovered by the Taoist priests in Qingcheng Mountain."

Gu Qing kept his head down as he worked and talked. Only then did Zhang Huaiyu realize that Gu Qing was making a very strange large wooden plate.

"What is this?" Zhang Huaiyu asked curiously.

"Sand table." Gu Qing said without raising his head.

"What does the sand table do?"

"You can understand it as a reduced version of a three-dimensional map. You don't understand what is 'three-dimensional' and what is 'three-dimensional', right? Don't ask, it's because I'm too lazy to explain. You'll understand when I finish it."

Zhang Huaiyu rolled his eyes at him and watched Gu Qing making the sand table curiously.

The large platform, which is about half a foot square, has undulating hills and rivers. The mountains and rivers made of mud are covered with a layer of green grass, and the winding rivers are filled with real water. There is also a miniature version of the

Residential buildings.

Zhang Huaiyu became more and more miraculous the more he looked at it, and then he found that the mountains, rivers and houses on the sand table looked familiar, and then suddenly exclaimed: "Is this Shiqiao Village?"

"Yes, it seems that I did it perfectly, otherwise you wouldn't recognize it at a glance." Gu Qing was very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

Zhang Huaiyu pointed to a spot on the sand table and said, "Is this your porcelain kiln?"

"right."

As he spoke, Gu Qing took out a slightly smaller sand table from behind. It was no longer the whole picture of Shiqiao Village, but the whole surrounding area of ​​the porcelain kiln. The porcelain kiln was located in the middle, surrounded by mountains. Zhang Huaiyu had been to the porcelain kiln in the middle of the mountain, and also

I wandered around a few times with nothing to do, and the sand table topography made by Gu Qing was almost exactly the same as the actual one.

The only difference is that the porcelain kiln on the sand table has placed small flags at the entrances and exits of several surrounding mountain roads, using different colors to specifically mark the differences.

"What is the purpose of the flag?" Zhang Huaiyu pointed at the sand table and asked.

"Mark all the entrances and exits around the kiln, as well as the mountain trails leading to the outside world, etc."

Zhang Huaiyu's eyes shone and he praised: "It's very ingenious and more useful than a map. If it is used for marching and formation, it can increase the chance of winning by at least 30% in every battle. How did you come up with this?"

"Oh, mainly because I am smart, born with knowledge, and envied the world." Gu Qing replied casually, staring at a small tree on the sand table, doing the final pruning work.

Zhang Huaiyu's eyes were bright, staring at Gu Qing's every move. She cared more about Gu Qing than the wonders of the sand table.

He is such a weirdo. He has never read a book, so why did he develop a strange ability? Is it really a gift from God? It is so unfair to those who studied hard in a poor family.

"Why did you make this sand table? Is it to present it to the court in exchange for fame and a better future?" Zhang Huaiyu couldn't help but help him give advice: "If you can meet a discerning official and offer it to the court, maybe you can exchange it for an official and a half.

Where’s the job?”

"An official and a half-job?" Gu Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "If you want to be a high-ranking official, hold great power, I don't like people who are an official and a half-job."

Zhang Huaiyu couldn't laugh or cry: "Your ambition is not small. Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, except for the virtuous ministers and generals who fought with His Majesty Taizong, I have never heard of anyone who can become a high official by presenting an object to the court."

"Then I won't be an official. I'll live my own life guarding Shiqiao Village."

"What is the purpose of making this sand table?"

Gu Qing said: "For the sake of the porcelain kiln, there are always people who are concerned about my secret recipe for making porcelain. It is not an option to gather the villagers to patrol day and night. I simply set up defenses at all entrances and exits, cut off all external roads, and make a more comprehensive layout from the sand table, so as to be able to understand the overall situation of the terrain.

Set up your defenses and close all the loopholes."

"You spend so much effort just for a porcelain kiln?"

"You, a nouveau riche, sound a little bit bastard. The porcelain kiln is the biggest asset for me and the whole village. Do you look down upon me?"

Zhang Huaiyu snorted, glanced at the cow reluctantly, and said dissatisfiedly: "I can't eat beef. If you make me fish again, I'm hungry."

…………

Song Gensheng has been hiding at home since he returned from Qingcheng County.

He couldn't explain how he felt. After composing the poem yesterday, he saw the eyes of the literati in the restaurant. He knew that he had become famous, but he couldn't feel happy. He even felt a deep sense of shame.

He took other people's things for his own use and shamelessly posted them on the wall of the restaurant. Song Gensheng's conscience ached so much that a little man named "Daode" kept slapping him in the face and scolding him for being shameless.

Song Gensheng's spirit was on the verge of collapse.

So after he came back from the county town, he was like an ostrich burying his head in the sand, locking himself in the house and not going out. He ignored Gu Qing when he came into his house to sleep every night.

This child is autistic.

The cool breeze of golden autumn brings a bit of chill, and in the mist at the end of the mountain road, a group of people are walking by.

The leader was the middle-aged man who was in the restaurant that day, followed by his guest and a group of guards.

Mountain roads are difficult to travel, especially those in Shuzhou, which are even more rugged and dangerous. The middle-aged man is a scholar, and his physical fitness is not necessarily that good. He was already exhausted by the time he walked halfway, and he relied on the guards to help him half-way.

Insist on walking outside Shiqiao Village.

"If I had known that this Shiqiao Village would be so difficult, I would have..." Halfway through his words, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said: "I think he will still come. It is rare to encounter a good poem in this life. The young man who wrote the lyrics

You must get to know me, otherwise you will miss out on something beautiful."

The guest smiled bitterly. Although this military commander was a military attache appointed by the emperor and could be said to be a prince, he was actually a real scholar who had never led an army. He also had the pedantic spirit of a scholar, otherwise he would not have done it.

Perform the innocent act of crossing mountains and rivers for a single word.
Chapter completed!