Dahan Pirate Air Force

After separating from Zhuge Qiao, Zhang Bai returned to the mansion.

In the yard, the cherry blossom trees have gradually taken out their young leaves, and the flowering period is approaching.

Zhang Bai walked around the tree, frowning and thinking, while Lingling looked on stupidly, not knowing what he was doing.

Suddenly, Zhang Bai seemed to have thought of something and shouted, "Help me find a monk and bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the study. I want to write something."

At this time, the yard has just been settled.The backyard is still under construction. Zhang Bai's bedroom is placed in the east wing next to the kitchen. Lingling and Senghui occupy one of the two west wing rooms. The study room is arranged on the second floor of the main room. .

At this time, not everything in the study has been sorted out.There are desks and bookshelves, and cushions and futons are laid out, but the slips and the four treasures of the study are missing.However, these were all available at the Monk Association, so I asked Lingling to go to the Monk Association to get them.

In the study, Zhang Bai knelt down in front of the desk, surrounded by Lingling, Zhuzhu and the monks who came after hearing the news.They had seen Zhang Bai fighting and reciting poems, but they had never seen him write properly.

Zhang Bai has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and his skill is not low. The font he is good at is official script, which is in line with the habits of the Three Kingdoms era.He thought about the paper, dipped in ink, licked his pen, and wrote three words: Pingle Hall.

Then he wrote three more words, Xuanhuyuan.

His handwriting was only so-so in this era, and the monk next to him shook his head silently. Lingling and Zhuzhu didn't know whether it was good or bad, so when they saw the monk, they shook their heads, and their two little heads shook their heads in a serious way.

Zhang Bai was furious and snorted. He had never been looked down upon when it came to writing in his previous life.

He wrote a few more words, one was "Zhang Zhai" and the other was "Central".Then he handed it to the monks association unconvinced, "Come and write according to these words of mine!"

The monks were not polite, said the name of the Buddha, and then started writing.I have to say that this guy's calligraphy is really good. He probably got it from practicing by copying scriptures every day!

Zhang Bai had nothing to say. He sighed, dried the calligraphy written by the monk with his mouth, pointed at the words and said: "From now on, our courtyard will be called Zhangzhai, and the medical center we open will be called Xuanhuyuan. How about opening a theater called Pingle Hall?"

It turns out to be a name for the industry!When she heard there was a theater, Lingling shouted "Okay!", and Piggy was jumping next to it.

"Then what does this center mean?" Senghui asked.

"This is the name of the bank, Central Bank. How about it? I am bound to get this name."

"So that's it. Zhong means moderation, and center means restraint. It seems to mean moderation and self-discipline. Does this name refer to peace of mind?"

"Huh?...Oh...yes! I do mean that." Zhang Bai was amused in his heart. "Central" was still a new coinage in this era.

"Amitabha! The Buddha said: One should not be greedy for the merits a Bodhisattva has done. That is why he said that he will not receive merits. Now Brother Zhang has the ability to make money. If he can get more without being greedy, it will be a blessing to the people."

Is this a way for the monks to remind themselves not to be too greedy for money?

"What you said is right, but I just gave it a name. I didn't think too much about it. I just felt that everything should be done in moderation."

"That's very good, Amitabha! It's so good, so good!"

Looking at the devout monks meeting, Zhang Bai was helpless and suddenly a thought came to his mind, "Maybe we can build a temple and collect money for incense?" He immediately shook his head again and quickly expelled this idea from his mind.

Even having to take a share of the Buddha’s incense money is a bit much, so let’s forget it!

Then, he changed to a piece of white paper and a thin pen in his hand, and continued to write and draw on the paper for a whole afternoon.

......

Zhuge Qiao's invitation came soon, and it was from the boy who delivered the letter.The invitation did not invite him to the Flower Garden, but was changed to a gathering at the county school tomorrow morning.

Zhang Bai gave the reward as usual, and then asked, "I asked you to deliver the Prime Minister's letter in person this morning. Have you delivered it?"

"It's been delivered, Mr. Zhang, don't worry!"

"That's good."

That night, Zhang Bai hurriedly changed into a set of clean clothes. Instead of staying at home, he hurriedly gave Ma Ge and Lingling a few instructions and rushed to the bank.

Tonight, Zhuge Liang will be given a reward. This must be done beautifully to give him confidence.

In the dream world of the magical city, Zhuge Liang saw the scene around him and was very happy. It seemed that he was going to give out rewards.He asked himself that he was very efficient this time and completed the task in just one day. The degree of completion should be considered excellent, right?

"Master, how do you think I completed my mission?" He asked nervously as soon as he saw Zhang Bai.

Zhang Bai didn't want to embarrass him, because this time things were indeed done beautifully.

"The evaluation of this task is excellent, and I can give you the first prize." As he spoke, Zhang Bai took out a folded piece of paper and gave it to Zhuge Liang.

This was Zhang Bai's whole afternoon, written in tiny handwriting, the Dongwanggongfu Qi training method. This method is for beginners and is just right for Zhuge Liang.

"I will teach you the introductory skills of Dongwanggongfu. The founder of this technique is the immortal Dongwanggong. As for me! I used to be a disciple of Dongwanggongfu, but no longer. I am a disciple of Nanhua Old Immortal. So you are Nanhua's disciple. .”

"Old Immortal Nanhua? Is he Zhang Jiao's master?"

"That's right! Zhang Jiao can still be regarded as my senior brother and your uncle. You must accept such a good reputation, don't be polite."

That's it!Although Zhuge Liang felt that he was suspected of becoming a rebel, this kind of thing!It doesn't matter at all, okay.

Because, he was sure that he was really cheating.

He has become the disciple of the old immortal Nanhua. This is a bit like the unfolding of the main plot!Moreover, he has indeed obtained the system, can cultivate immortality, and has his master to protect him. The days of being precarious and waiting to die every day are coming to an end.

There's just one thing that's frustrating about this system. Others get rewards with just a ding, but I have to sleep to get them.

But this is a trivial matter, and he is very happy in his heart. With the technique, at least he will not only have 14 years left in his life. God has eyes!

"The next task is to help me collect lime, clay and iron slag. The more the better. I know that iron slag is not easy to obtain. I have discussed it with Zhuge Qiao. There is an old iron mine at the foot of Daxuetang Mountain. I When you are ready to mine it, just wait for Zhuge Qiao to come to you and approve the documents."

"Okay! This is easy."

"Don't forget, lime and clay are all up to you, so work hard! The evaluation of this time depends on how much you can get. The time is five days. If you can't get it safely during this period, you won't be able to complete the task. .Erase!"

Misty Grass, here we go again!

Zhuge Liang frowned and said, "Can you please stop trying to kill me all the time, Master? It's very scary!"

"Be good, master is doing it for your own good. You see, this task is not difficult!"

Think about it, just get some lime, clay, etc., but you can't get any at all in five days?Zhuge Liang felt more at ease.

"Then Master, what are you going to do with these things!"

"I don't need to hide it from you. Maybe you also understand that I want to make some cement for use."

"Cement? I'm afraid it's impossible, right?"

"Why can't it be done?"

"Master, don't you know that making cement requires burning a kiln. I remember that it requires a high temperature of more than [-] degrees. The broken brick kilns from the Three Kingdoms period couldn't be used at all."

"How do you know you can't do it?"

"Hey! I tried it more than ten years ago, and it didn't work at all."