"Just make do."

He grabbed the clay pot and threw a piece of briquettes with holes in it. Ying Chengyu glanced at his master with dissatisfaction, pointed at the clay pot and said:

"Do you believe that I am the reincarnation of Zhu Rong? My palms can spit fire?"

The master didn't say anything. How could he, a Guizhou leader, dare to question the Lord? But the meaning in his eyes was very clear - Sir, please stop joking with me.

"You don't believe it? It's normal. I don't believe it myself." Ying Cheng smiled twice and roared: "Why don't you go and get firewood for Nai Gong? Huo Zhezi! You want Nai Gong to dig into the wood to get it?

Fire!"

"only!"

The door opens and closes, and the wind and snow come again.

The temperature in the room dropped, and the quilt on the bed shrank inward. Ying Chengwen stepped forward and violently opened it.

There was a hint of anger in Zhang Cang's eyes, but he refrained from making any move.

His teacher Xunzi stood by the bed and waited silently, watching with cold eyes.

"Get up! You should also learn a little, Nai Gong will only teach you once."

"General?"

Ying Chengyu stiffened.

The old man on the bed woke up from the cold and got up excitedly.

The old man was still wearing a coat under the quilt, and the clothes he wore were very strange. The colors were mixed, and the fur was different, from shape to color. Compared with Ying Chengyu's snow-white fox fur, it was really ugly.

This kind of weird clothing is called Baipi clothing, which is very common among the people.

People who risk their lives to hunt foxes, wolves, and bears will sell the complete animal skins to the chamber of commerce in exchange for money. Most of them are reluctant to use the entire skin to make clothing, but use the leftovers of each animal skin to save a hundred-skin clothing.

.

Although the white leather coat does not sell well, for the common people, this life-saving clothing is extremely beautiful.

"What a general!" The surprise on the old man's face was greater than the joy. He quickly went down to the tunnel and said: "We are trapped in the camp. Meet the general!"

Ying Chengyu supported the old man who was bowing down with difficulty and saluting. After a moment of silence, he gently patted the old man's muscles and bones.

"You are living so hard, why don't you come to me?"

"Pretending to be dead to save a life, Suo is not worthy of being a soldier trapped in the camp. If the general does not kill Suo, it is a great blessing to let him go home. How dare he think of anything else. Suo never thought that he would see the general again in this life. General

What is this for?"

The old man couldn't figure out why he came to his house with such a distinguished status as a general?

Bang~

The door opened again, and two people, one large and one small, rushed in, with chopped dry firewood in their hands and happy expressions on their faces.

They are the owner of this house and his son.

"Sir, it's ready." The master's excitement stopped, he dropped the firewood, and walked forward quickly, saying as he walked: "Father, what are you going to do when you get up? Go back and lie down quickly."

He supported his father and looked at Ying Chengyu with anger in his eyes.

His father had suffered from cold syndrome during the war, and the older he got, the more he could not bear the cold. Since the year before last, every winter has been a disaster of life and death.

What was lifted off the bed was not the quilt, but his father's life-saving charm.

Pa~

His body was cold, his face was white from the cold, and he gave his son a firm mouthful.

"Don't be rude to the general!"

[General?]

Before the master could react, he immediately bowed down.

"The villain is at fault!"

Among the people of Qin, apart from the First Emperor, even the Marquis of Che could not match the power of the generals. In the martial Qin State, generals were the most respected group.

Ying Chengyu waved his hand.

"This is called briquettes. You see, use a fire stick to light the fire, light the firewood, and then use the briquettes as coal and put it on the fire.

"It should be noted that you should open the window when you first light it, and wait until the briquettes are burning before closing it. The smoke produced by incomplete combustion of this thing is poisonous. You should also put out the briquettes when you sleep. It will burn out when it is about to burn out.

It can also be poisonous at times.

"Also, be sure to place the brazier under the chimney, and don't put it next to the bed."

Ying Chengyu was speaking and demonstrating at the same time.

The moment the fire burned, the nameless child Chen's eyes also burned with fire.

He cautiously approached Ying Chengyu, but the flames reflected in his pupils seemed to be brighter than the flames burning in the brazier.

He stretched out his rough little hands covered with cold sores and cracked and bleeding mouth, put them close to the flames, and smiled with satisfaction.

"It's so warm."

"Hey! Keep it away!" Ying Chengyu grabbed the child's little hand that was getting closer and closer, almost reaching into the flames, and warned: "Children, don't play with fire, be careful of wetting the bed."

Zhen shrank back a little in fear, looked back at his father, and moved to run to his father.

But in the end, he just hugged his knees and lowered his head, as if he wouldn't be afraid if he didn't look at Ying Chengyu. He couldn't bear to part with the fire, it was really warm.

Suo squatted next to his grandson, feeling the warmth he had not seen for a long time. The rising body temperature made him extremely comfortable. The meridians that seemed to be frozen and might break at any time thawed and turned into warm currents washing through his body.

"General, how much will this cost?"

The old man looked worried, and his son's originally excited expression dimmed.

Charcoal can only be afforded by dignitaries, or wealthy businessmen. The honeycomb briquette in front of me, which is almost as effective as charcoal, should be about the same value as charcoal? How can ordinary people like them afford it?

"What nonsense are you talking about? We haven't seen each other for so many years. You are so brave that you even dare to tease me. You treat me as a bitch? Can I ask you for money?" Ying Chengyu moved his eyes to his master who was standing motionless.

, said: "Are you Suo's son?"

"yes."

The master hurriedly responded. Ever since he knew that the young man in white fox fur in front of him was a general, his stature had become a bit shorter.

"Your father is a hero. He lived and died for the Qin Dynasty. The Qin State will not treat heroes badly. From now on, your family will have enough briquettes, so you don't need any money."

"General, the lock is not"

The old man looked ashamed. People like him who pretended to be dead on the battlefield to save their lives were not heroes in Qin, but a shame.

"I remember when you were charging forward, you fell off your horse, without your sword in your hand, and you were left in the enemy's formation with your bare hands." Ying Chengyu interrupted the old man's words, fiddled with the briquettes, and said: "You have no weapons, stand up.

It's just another corpse. It's right to pretend to be dead to save one's life. But military discipline does not tolerate personal affairs, so I can only send you back. All the military exploits you made before are gone, and I didn't find you afterward. I didn't know you were living like this.

Bitterness, don’t hold grudges.”

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The old man stared blankly at the general next to him who was more mature, a little less childish, and a little more heroic than before. His eyes were moist and his voice was trembling.

"General, do you remember the lock?"

"Remember, I remember that you are from Qiujia Village. I searched for you several times but couldn't find you. It turns out that your kid came to Xianyang, married Xijun, and had a son. You are only a few steps away from my house. You have no money.

Come to me instead. Didn't I tell you earlier that I am rich? Forget it if you don't come to me. You haven't seen any of your old brothers. We are all in Xianyang. You are really cruel after hiding for so many years."

The old man rubbed his eyes.

"Lock is shameless!"

After chatting with the old man again, Ying Chengyu patted the old man on the shoulder, stood up and said:

"Let's go. I have to go to the next house. I'll catch up with you when I have time next time."

"General."

The old man called to stop Ying Cheng.

Ying Chengyu lowered his head and smiled:

"What's the matter?"

"Condolences."

Ying Chengyu's smile remained unchanged, he nodded heavily and said "Yeah".

"I know." He waved his hands and said, "Let's go."

Xunzi and his disciples followed Ying Chengyu's footsteps out. The old man's eyes followed Ying Chengyu's figure, watching Ying Chengyu leave the door and disappear through the door with his white fox fur on.

The old man knew that Duke Meng's death had a serious impact on the general, so much so that the general had to send briquettes to the homes of Xianyang people one by one during the snowstorm.

His general is actually very lazy and doesn't like to do everything himself...

"Father, you don't have to die! You don't have to die anymore..."

the host repeated excitedly.
To be continued...