Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 1177
Young people in their 20s still lack a little patience after all.

After sitting there for more than an hour, Qiao'er and Hongbi lost their interest in playing, but Li Qinzai didn't catch a single fish.

Then, Li Qinzai's mentality changed again.

It is obvious that one can fry fish directly, so why pretend to be "fishing alone in the cold river and snow"?
My job is to play with gunpowder, a small piece of dynamite can solve the problem, why did I sit in this heavy snow for more than an hour like a fool?

What is "philosophy of life"?The philosophy of life is to use advanced production tools to replace backward production tools and improve the efficiency and quantity of food obtained by human beings. This is the real philosophy of life.

Li Qinzai, who caught the fire, never wronged himself. In the heavy snow, Li Qinzai threw the fishing rod away.

"Feng Su, pack up and go home!" Li Qinzai got into the wheelchair.

Feng Su stepped forward quickly, while tidying up the fishing rod and the charcoal stove, he was at a loss for words: "Wu Shaolang hasn't caught a fish today, so he's going back?"

Li Qinzai: "..."

I miss Liu Ah Si very much, at least Liu Ah Si will not say such stupid things at this time.

Throwing Feng Su an unhappy look, let him feel it for himself, Li Qinzai picked up Hongbi, and the father and son were lifted by the trilogy and walked towards the other courtyard.

Now Li Qinzai and Hongbi are very close, and the sense of alienation when they first returned to Chang'an is gone. Li Qinzai makes Hongbi happy every day, and his voice is loud and clear when he calls Daddy.

"Father, daddy... eats fish." Hongbi pointed at the frozen river and said vaguely.

Li Qinye's old face turned hot: "Be obedient, I won't eat fish today, let's eat chicken drumsticks."

"No, father, eat fish..." Hongbi insisted stubbornly.

"Hong Bi, good boy, there are fish bones when eating fish, and it hurts when the fish bones get stuck in your throat." Li Qinzai coaxed him.

Hong Bi still refused to follow, his mouth was constricted, and he was about to cry.

Qiao'er at the side sighed, and said, "Good boy Hongbi, our father has no harvest today, you can't eat fish."

Li Qinzai turned his head and stared at him: "What do you mean no harvest? I have reaped the joy of fishing!"

"Father, eat happily, eat happily!" Hongbi shouted in a daze.

The little guy doesn't know what happiness is, but since his father only harvested this thing today, he will reluctantly eat it.

Qiao'er sighed and said, "Hongbi is a good boy, I can't eat happiness, let's get some dried salted fish later."

After Hongbi quarreled a few more words, Qiao'er's face suddenly sank. Hongbi was very discerning, so he didn't dare to quarrel any more, and even showed a flattering smile to Qiao'er.

Li Qinzai clicked his tongue. The second son of the Li family, who was hard-boiled, could not be suppressed by his own father, the eldest easily suppressed him with a look in his eyes. Could this be the legendary suppression of blood?
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After three consecutive days of heavy snowfall, the weather finally cleared up.

On the first sunny day, Ganjingzhuang welcomed several guests.

One of them is an old acquaintance, Wu Minzhi, and the other is barely an acquaintance, Zhang Daan with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

As for why Zhang Daan's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, probably his elder brother Zhang Daxiang really listened to Li Qinzai's words.

The other few were very strange, all the guests were dressed in luxurious clothes, no matter their clothes or temperament, they looked very rich.

Li Qinzai was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, the winter sun was a bit dazzling, Li Qinzai asked someone to cover his face with a white cloth, and the servant girls passing by in the yard hesitated to speak, but Wu Shaolang himself Unlucky, the servants dare not say anything.

Li Qinzai didn't feel unlucky. He lived two lives and almost died once on the battlefield. With such a legendary experience, life and death have long been looked down upon.

Several guests just entered the gate of the other courtyard.

Wu Minzhi is an old acquaintance of another hospital, the concierge and the stewards didn't dare to stop him, there was no need to report, Wu Minzhi entered the door with his head held high, he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and brought a few guests along by the way go in.

Walking around the screen wall, Wu Minzhi first saw Li Qinzai lying in the yard basking in the sun, and the white cloth on his face.

Wu Minzhi was stunned at that time, dazed for a long time, then rushed forward, knelt down in front of Li Qinzai with a sad face and cried bitterly: "Sir, the disciple is one step late! When did it happen!"

Li Qinzai was excited all over, he lifted the white cloth on his face, and saw Wu Minzhi kneeling in front of him crying, at this moment Li Qinzai really felt unlucky.

Wu Minzhi stopped crying as he slapped him fiercely, and he looked at Li Qinzai who was revived on the spot stupidly.

"Back to life, isn't it a surprise?" Li Qinzai smiled at Wu Minzhi.

Wu Minzhi said in astonishment, "You, are you alright?"

Then Wu Min became very angry: "Why do you cover your face with a white cloth when you have nothing to do?"

"I'm so happy!" Li Qinzai took a look at him, and then saw several guests behind Wu Minzhi.

There were three guests in total. Li Qinzai knew Zhang Daan, and he was very pleased with the current situation of his bruised nose and swollen face. It seems that the elder brother of the Zhang family really tried hard to make this unworthy younger brother a success.

The other two guests, Li Qinzai, were very strange and had never met.

One of them was about seventeen or eighteen years old, fair complexion, very handsome, with a gentle smile on his face, and nodded to Li Qinzai in greeting.

The other one was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was still a youthful young man, but he stood out from the crowd in the yard, very outstanding.

Before Li Qinzai could speak, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man stepped forward and said with a smile, "I hope you will forgive me for disturbing Duke Li. I am Li Xian, king of Xiapei."

Li Qinzai was startled, sat up hastily, hesitated for a moment whether to continue to set up the disabled building, thought for a while, and felt that it was safer to set up the disabled, in case this King Pei came to provoke, he insisted on a [-]-meter race against himself what to do?
Lifting his arm, Li Qinzai glared at Wu Minzhi: "Help me up."

Wu Minzhi helped Li Qinzai stand up, and Li Qinzai pretended to be struggling and bowed to salute.

Sure enough, in the middle of saluting, Li Xian hastily stepped forward to support his arm, saying: "Mr. Li Jun fought for the country and was seriously injured. If I accept your salute, I will be scolded by the people of the world, and I absolutely must not do it. "

"Minister Li Qinzai, pay homage to His Royal Highness Pei Wang."

Li Xian laughed, and greeted the fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man to come forward, saying: "This is my servant of the palace, named Wang Bo, a young talent, his talent is very great, I brought him here today to meet Duke Li, Teach him to look up to the real heroes of my Tang Dynasty, and save him from getting too young and arrogant."

Li Qinzai's mind suddenly exploded.

Wang Bo?

Has the original author of "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" been found?

When he stared blankly at Wang Bo, Wang Bo had already stepped forward and bowed to the ground.

"Wang Bo, who was born late, pays homage to Duke Li."

"Mr. Li is an all-round talent in both civil and military affairs. Wansheng admires him very much. For his great military exploits, Wansheng admires him even more. He even admires Li Jungong's peerless literary talent. Wansheng has read the masterpiece "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" countless times. Every good sentence in the article seems to have been written into Wansheng's In my heart."

(End of this chapter)