Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

A chicken feather fan instantly appeared in Cao Hong's head, and he asked doubtfully, "Fan?"

The old housekeeper took out a few more sheets of paper from his cuffs and handed them to Cao Hong: "Master, please take a look, this is a blueprint. Ning Zhengzheng specially explained that the fan surface of each fan cannot be repeated."

"Oh?"

In other words, Cao Hong's curiosity really came up. He took the drawings and looked at them. There was a painting of bamboo, a picture of lotus, and an essay. This one had only two short sentences, Zizi, this is a gift. Is it for Guo Jia?

Folding fan?

Hehe, I really don't know what's going on in his head. Cao Hongyue felt that he and Ning Rong had a temper, and he became happier, and confessed: "Well, just do as he said, let the craftsmen choose some good materials You can spend money, white jade, and green bamboo! Go, by the way, call me Shopkeeper Shen, the master has something to do and let him do it!"

Shopkeeper Shen?Doesn't he run a wine shop?Does the master want to drink?The old housekeeper thought to himself, but he didn't ask any more questions, and he backed out with a promise. He looked at the blueprint in his hand, but he was amazed. He had never cared so much about whom the master had ever cared about. Be more polite.

……

Ning Rong strolled around and took advantage of the stars to appreciate the beauty of the Milky Way. Perhaps because of her open-minded mood today, she just felt that the stars in the sky were much more beautiful tonight.

Hehe... Although this Cao Hong has a bad temper, he is still a good person. It looks good, so he has to hold on to this bulletproof vest.

Youdao means that one thing does not bother two masters. Since his family is so rich, it is reasonable to help him make a few fans, not to mention that I gave him a cornucopia!

Cao Hong!Work hard, I won't treat you badly in the future, young master, and that cheap paper will inevitably fall on you again.

Ning Rong went home in a good mood, but she didn't know how many families were happy and how sad on this ordinary night!

Chapter 36 Primary School Student Cao Ang

Prefect's mansion, back house.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the colorful black clouds turn into circles of halo, shrouding the surroundings of the bright moon. It seems that tomorrow will be another windy day.

The shadowy lights flickered a few figures, with the erratic wind, some fat, some thin, making it difficult to see how many people are hiding in the house, but others must represent Cao Ang.

"One for one, one for two for two..."

"Three seven 21...four eight 24...wrong!"

"...four eight thirty six..."

Cao Ang shook his head, murmured the multiplication formula in a daze, but he was unprepared with a "boom", and bumped into the door of the room, and the burst of pain brought him back to his senses.

"Father, Ang'er is back!"

Cao Ang knocked on the door and shouted, this is the rule of their family, the study room should not be entered lightly, only Cao Cao and Mrs. Ding can freely enter and leave this room, even he, the son, is not allowed to enter without his father's summoning permission. Trespassing.

"Come in~~"

Hearing his father's voice, Cao Ang thought suspiciously, he didn't know why his father called him here late at night, but he was pressed for time, if he couldn't use this formula proficiently within three days, he would be ashamed.

Pushing open the door and entering, the skeptical expression returned to the calmness of the past. He looked up at his father who was sitting on the main seat. He also knew the people in the first place. There is also the new genius Guo Jia.

"Ang has met his father, and you gentlemen!"

Cao Ang performed the courtesy of a student. Although he was Cao Cao's son, he had no official position.

He knew that those who were not enough to be called into the study by his father late at night must be confidantes, but there were no uncle Xiahou tonight, so it seemed that it had nothing to do with the military.

"The eldest son is polite!"

Xun Yu and the others bowed in their seats to show their return.

Cao Cao looked at his eldest son with satisfaction, seeing that his face was a little haggard, but his eyes were bright. It must be because of studying hard, his heart softened, and he waved his hand to let him find a place to sit down, saying "Ang'er, my father called you here tonight, just to ask if you can study at Ning's work place?"

How about studying?

There is a deep meaning to these words, I wonder what Ning Rong has taught?Are you still asking if Ning Rong taught her well?

Guo Jia sat down blankly, grabbed the wine gourd with an ordinary expression and took a sip, his heart moved slightly, and he quickly glanced at Cao Cao and Cao Ang, the worry in his eyes betrayed his heart.

Ning Rong is his friend, he compares Ning Rong to his confidant, although Xi Zhicai and Xun Yu are also his good friends, but he still feels that being with Ning Rong is more free, because the two have similar tastes, both A man of informality.

One is free and easy, and the other is casual and careless.

Cao Ang made up his mind, and replied truthfully: "My child only learned one multiplication formula today, and the master told me to memorize it within three days. I didn't teach the others. I just told a story about the legend of the eagle shooting heroes, which is very novel. !"

"Multiplication formulas?"

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

"tell a story……"

Cao Cao, Xi Zhicai, Xun Yu, and Guo Jia all looked at each other, they were all a little confused, they just sat there talking jokes all afternoon without teaching them?

Guo Jia shook his head at Cao Cao, he couldn't figure out what Ning Rong wanted to do, but according to his casual personality, it was really possible.

Cao Cao frowned with warmth and anger, and said, "Hmph! Misleading my son! Just recite the multiplication formula silently!"

Seeing that his father was angry, Cao Ang was a little puzzled, hesitated for a moment, and said: "The multiplication formula is too difficult to pronounce, my child only memorized half of it..." After speaking, Cao Ang immediately started to recite it.

"One for one, one for two for two..."

"..."

"Four eight thirty-six, five eight forty... The children below haven't remembered yet!"

Cao Ang murmured cautiously, looking up at his father's expression secretly. In the past, he had to be reprimanded for teaching and learning, but today...

Cao Cao didn't care at all at first, but the more he listened to it, the more shocked he became. This... This is the formula of multiplication, isn't this the art of Han Xin's ordering troops!It's really amazing, I didn't expect Ning Rong to teach such a secret technique, it seems that I have wrongly blamed him.

There was a sharp pain in his jaw. Looking at the beard that he had pulled off, Cao Cao regained his composure and looked at Xi Zhicai. Xi Zhicai nodded and said solemnly, "This is Han Xin's method of commanding troops. By analogy, the Marquis of Huaiyin once said that he would send a million soldiers is not false!"

"That's right! Zhiyuan is full of great skills and talents, but he's a bit wronged just for one job!" Xun Yu defended Ning Rong. In the afternoon, he went to the Grain and Cao Office to check their newly organized account books. Intuitive and clear, every entry and exit has a source, he believes that anyone who is not a fool can understand this account book, and he also thought of other things from this, if the whole world uses this bookkeeping method, I am afraid that those corrupt officials will Officials will suffer.

Cao Cao nodded as he thought about the model account book that Xun Yu handed him. It seems that this person is proficient in internal affairs, and the post of long history is definitely worthy of this position.

Guo Jia, however, thought of something else. Before, he believed that Ning Rong was the heir to the military family, but now that he heard about Han Xin's technique of ordering troops, he became more convinced of his hidden identity.

"My lord, I don't know what the story Zhiyuan is telling? Can you tell me about it?"

Cao Ang glanced at Guo Jia, thinking to himself, never thought that this ghost would also like to listen to stories, looked up at his father, Cao Cao nodded to him, he agreed, with this multiplication formula, his anger disappeared , As for the story of the after-dinner tea talk, he also regarded it as a boring seasoning agent for learning.

"The story told by the master is called the Legend of the Condor Heroes. It is rumored that in ancient times, the ancestor of the Song Dynasty once added a yellow robe to the Central Plains and ruled Kyushu. State affairs, sometimes the northern minorities rise up, invade the Song Dynasty, and establish the Jin Dynasty. However, the Song Dynasty's military was weak at that time, and it was unbearable to fight, so it had to move its capital to Bianliang to avoid its edge. However, it was in this troubled and eventful autumn that the King of Xixia announced his separation from the Song Dynasty. Ting Jianguo proclaimed himself emperor, so the situation of the Three Kingdoms has lasted for hundreds of years..."

Cao Ang recalled Ning Rong's storytelling appearance, and slowly let go of his hands and feet, and narrated a series of stories in cadence, only listening to the eyes of the four of Cao Cao, and their moods fluctuated with the development of the story. For a while, the blood was surging, and for a while, it was dejected. Slowly, the whole room only echoed his voice alone.

Chapter 37 Stories of Stories

Cao Ang's voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, and the moods of Cao Cao and the others followed him up and down.