I’m sorry that this long introduction is not only wordy, but also looks more and more like a dimly recorded advertisement …
In fact, this is just a complaint I have accumulated for many years in my previous life.
This column is really not short, and there are about 10 thousand words. I have forgotten the irrelevant details, but it is faster than the previous big The History of the Three Kingdoms because it is full of enthusiasm. It took only one year to get it done. Maybe mothers are pregnant in October, but I’m afraid that’s all it feels like during childbirth.
At this time, it is almost the year before and after, and I have squandered two or three thousand pieces of paper conservatively. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, due to the great eunuch Cai Lun’s great improvement in papermaking, the papermaking technology has been greatly improved, and it is said that the paper production has also dropped sharply and gradually entered the general family, so the cost has become cheaper.
Rao is still distressed. Occasionally, when he comes to my room, he sees that all the good papers are covered with my crappy brush strokes. But I can vaguely feel from the stiff smile on his face that he must want to jump at this moment and crush my unfilial life, then wave away thousands of blank sheets of paper and set a fire to burn this prodigal family even the corpse belt to ashes.
Look at dad’s ugly face, of course, my heart is extremely disdainful. No matter what age, illiteracy is jealous of literati!
So I continued to wave the paper with great peace of mind and made a new creation.
In my childhood, I couldn’t find any entertainment except hunting, walking my horse, taking a break from class and taking a nap. It was really amazing. In this situation of extremely poor material life, I decided to enrich my spiritual world subjectively.
Therefore, I am often full of poetry, and I can spark creative inspiration in generate at any time and anywhere. So Zhao Cheng, who follows me, has to be more concerned. Pen, ink, paper and inkstone must be carried with me to meet my needs of creating poems and songs from modern literati.
In this extremely bad situation, I finished hundreds of classic poems on a bumpy horse, from simple and easy to understand, such as Benevolence for Farmers, Goose, Thinking about Quiet Nights, to difficult and profound, such as Selling Charcoal Weng, Autumn Night on a Spring River, Pipa Trip, etc. Although it is quite shameful, I will never be ashamed of it.
Living in the northwest wasteland, I have been able to recite the adventures of Shu Dao Nan, the ethereal tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream, the bitterness of watching mowing wheat, the elegance of Shuidiao Tou, the heroism of Broken Array, the arrogance of Qinyuanchun Snow, the bitterness of Pipa, the song of everlasting regret and the melody of Mulan.
Anyway, my simplified Chinese seems to outsiders to be a child’s home, but I have always been a baby, sealed in an iron box cover, and the six Chinese characters Selected Works of Ma Chao Meng Qi are impressively left. Of course, children around the age of seven have not yet taken the words, but I just took them by myself. Anyway, the name Meng Qi will be mine sooner or later.
This creation of poetry is a delicate work, which must not be rushed, and the more impatient it is, the less quality it can be guaranteed. I can only rush to find paper and pen to jot it down when inspiration comes, then finetune it and slowly polish it before it can be compiled into Selected Works.
Poetry is not much, but it took the longest time until I was in my teens. It took me three or four years to get a thick stack of manuscripts of Selected Works of Ma Chao Meng Qi to take shape. Only then did I feel that I had officially done an important thing after coming to this ghost age.
In order to grow up healthily and finally become a cultural person, I don’t want to be able to export seven poems, but I want to occasionally express my feelings about man show in line with the time, place, conversation object and atmosphere, so I can’t spend my life camping in this corner of the northwest and being scorned by celebrities in the Central Plains for generations as nonmainstream barbarians.
On the whole, everything is for the rich and colorful growth in the future, and then I will successfully dominate. I have been fully prepared since I was a child, but I am prepared for a rainy day.
At this age, I am looking forward to the future of light.
Chapter VI Gun
It’s very blue outside Guzang City, and the air is filled with the faint smell of grass.
It was misty and gray everywhere in my previous life, but it was different. I deeply felt the beauty and happiness of people’s lives more than a year ago. Although into the badlands belongs to a hellhole where people are ugly and ineffective, chickens don’t lay eggs and birds don’t shit, the environment is really not good!
Young master can make it easy to find accompanied by a playmate, Zhao Cheng, who is four or five years older than me in Ma Si, jumped out of his mount and said with a sharp color, Today is the day when the master officially awarded Gong Zu marksmanship. Why did you come out to shoot birds? Master has been waiting for a cup of tea! Daigong asked me to urge you not to get along. Master can serve you French …
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
My attention was bent into a full moon with a small bird flying in the middle of the school, and the small arrow was shot out from the bow string.
In the distance, a slight Ma Si then heard a thunk and the small arrow I shot was split in half by the arrow shot from the other side! The little sparrow was suddenly frightened by the airflow aroused by the arrows, and its wings blinked and disappeared.
My heart was suddenly furious. I drew an arrow and drew a bow and shot it in the direction of the bearer. Although this arrow is small, it is one hundred percent stronger than just shooting birds.
Changgong is angry again? When people saw that I was trying to release an arrow, they smiled and didn’t dodge. Instead, they greeted me. When the arrow was less than a foot from the waist, they twisted my little arrow and sou it got into his waist arrow pot.
Although this man never leaves his body, his eyes are full of elegance. It is Pang Yi, my father’s deputy. Not far behind him, a greenmaned horse is carrying a young man. The young man is Pang Yiji, my future general, and my second brother, Pound Pang.
When I was four years old, my parents allowed me to play with my father’s subordinate daughter, so I often went to see him. But this man is dull and eccentric, and he always walks outside the city alone. Although he is three years older than me, he feels like there is a generation gap. Is this because I, a reincarnation from the 21st century, am less attractive than Ma Chaoti? No, right? In order to live a happy and peaceful life together in the future, I must win Pound, otherwise, these people in my Ma family will not even be able to fight with Han Sui’s elite soldiers.
Pang Yi’s ability ranks in the Central Plains, but I never know it, but it is definitely the first person in the West Coolbecause … Marten and his sworn brother Han Sui are both real loutsso it is quite convincing that although he is a subordinate of Torre, Torre treats him like a brother and his whole horse family is extremely close.
When my elder sister Ma Wen was born, Ma Jia and Pang Jia agreed to marry her elder sister to Pound or Ma Chao’s brotherinlaw. I really didn’t know that Pang Yi was generous but always strict with women, even though he didn’t give me a good face. Although Niang hurts me, it’s also good to meet Dad and Pang Yi. They taught me that what I saw was not terrible. It was seen by Pang Yi with a smile …
Pang Yi sat on a horse with his legs gently clamped, and then he slowly stopped in front of me.
If you have nothing to do, let Pangmou teach you a little Pangjia marksmanship. He still smiled and said, How about practicing with Del?
Pound immediately reined in his horse, raised his pike in his hand and said respectfully, Please, Mr. Chang.
I hurried sideways to urge my horse to jump to Zhao Chengma and then threw a fist at Pang Yi, saying, Pang Shu, I’m sorry, my father will officially shoot today, so my little nephew will leave first. I whispered to Zhao Cheng, Why are you still waiting?
Zhao Cheng saluted Pang Yiwei with a horse belly and ran back with me. I’d better go back and learn Ma Jia’s marksmanship honestly. I can’t fall into Ma Chao’s fame.
This time, I ran a little far from Dad, and it was almost noon when we rushed back to Mafu.
Directly into the martial arts field in the middle of the elder sister Ma Wen is practicing a small gun with one move and one type. Torre is sitting in the north with a sullen face, and Niang is sitting next to me. As soon as I see Niang, I suddenly feel emboldened.
Dad heard the horseshoe gradually staring at me, jumped off the horse and landed slowly, straightened up, grabbed the gun rack and threw a wooden pike straight at me. It looked like a 5060 strength.
Shit! Is this a sudden surge of blood and you want to murder your own children? !
At least I didn’t learn any profound skills after playing in Xiliang for years, but at least I can learn some flying skills! I took advantage of the opportunity to touch the tiptoe of the gun body and make a little effort to step back and eliminate the gun strength in half. Only then did the gun go to the scene and hand over to Torre and seriously sink a way, General Xie gave me a gun.
When Torre heard this, his anger suddenly disappeared, and his mother laughed in the back. My heart was more settled. After reading the young master, there are still some humorous cells. It’s just a word. It seems that there is no big deal today. Just learn two tricks to cope with the past.
Torre is a face gently cough ait seems that this cough has become a bit of a status figure. Even in a remote border town, Torre is stained with this bad habit. It’s sadthis just said, Chaoer, you will be old this year. Actually, it’s a little late. Your father and I practiced guns at the age of six. If your mother didn’t feel bad about you, I would have let you touch the gun at the age of three … Cough, Dad said this is also hate iron and not produce. You just know that today, you can practice your ancestral marksmanship less for three hours,
I was cold all over!
Three hours is six hours. It’s so late in the day and there’s no light. I’m not allowed to run wild outside! And the elder sister Ma Wen, although two years older than me, has practiced for two years, but the girl develops much faster than the boy in adolescence … It seems that I have no good days in these three or four years! I can’t just sit back and wait!
I begged my eyes to look at the empress, and my eyes quickly softened. After all, my mother is connected to my heart. Although I am from the 21st century, my mother said to my father, Isn’t it too much to live for three hours a day? After all, I am still young …
no! Dad’s words are very firm, resolute and uncompromising. Wener has been suffering from wind and rain for three hours every day since she was 18, and she never rests. That’s what I just said to Daier, and my sonMa Chao. He called my name and turned to me with a hint of gentleness in his resolute eyes. You are a man. Are you going to lose to your sister and brother all the time?
Looking at my father’s strange eyes, I felt a quiver from the bottom of my heart. I never knew that Marten, a rude man in Xiliang, had such an unimaginable gentle and loving side! Through his resolute eyes, I once again vaguely perceive a trace of worry. What is worrying and annoying him? Is there anything that bothers Dad in this cool land?
Han Sui?
His name popped up in my heart, accompanied by a cold feeling.
Han Sui!
I have seen Ma Chao’s life briefly in my previous life. I know that he died of illness just a few years after he voted for Liu Bei. Before he died, he entrusted Ma Dai to Liu Bei and died at the age of 47. Later, his own children and grandchildren inherited their own knighthood and waited for Wargo and Zhong Hui to kill in Chengdu.
I also remember that Marten Han Sui ignited a spark before Cao Cao’s Western Warlords War. No one knows the specific reason and it is nothing more than the uneven distribution of interests. The result turned out to be that Han Sui attacked Marten’s capital and slaughtered Marten’s wife. This time, it was not a big deal, but it was not a small spark that directly prompted Marten to go to the Central Plains to seek shelter from Cao Cao. However, later, because Cao Cao attacked Hanzhong, he targeted Xiliang and Ma Chao led his father, Han Sui, to unite with the Chinese governors again to jointly fight against Cao Cao, which provoked Cao Cao’s great anger. He would slay Marten, Matthew and Ma Tie in the capital, and then defeat Ma Chao and Han Sui, forcing Ma Chao to surrender to governors in other places.
However, when Han Sui attacked Marten, Ma Chao should be about 2 years old. I was only 10 years old this year, and I was allowed to practice my ancestral marksmanship for more than ten years. Although it is hard to say what the big deal is, strong martial arts selfdefense is much better than handtied chicken.
I will try my best to practice my gun. After that, I will become an old horse’s righthand man. Our horse family will resist all foreign enemies.
I don’t want to cry when my family is killed by others.
I want to … Hold up this Ma Jiatian.
Chapter VII Gone with the Times