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Meng Tian stood in front of Meng Ao's main tent, the orange fire light shone on his face through the cloth tent, he had been hesitating for a long time, when the guards decided to help him in and inform General Meng directly.

Just when the guard finally couldn't bear to ask him if he needed to inform the general, a voice interrupted the guard's thoughts.

Coo ~ coo coo ~ ~ coo coo coo ~ ~ ~

It was Meng Tian's stomach growling, he blushed quietly, but fortunately, his embarrassment could not be seen by the night and the light of the fire.At the same time, he finally made up his mind to enter Meng Ao's tent. In fact, he has come to Meng Ao twice before, and this is the third time he has come to Meng Ao.

If it was in the past, after failing twice, he would never seek humiliation again, but Meng Tian really has no choice, he is really too hungry...

Half a child starved to death, of course Meng Tian has a big appetite, but this kind of thing has never bothered him until now...

He used to think that serving as a soldier was very hard, but he would still starve if he was a soldier, and it was still before the battle? !Meng Tian couldn't believe that such a thing would happen in the army led by his grandfather.

These days he was among the ordinary soldiers, and he heard a lot of people's doubts about the upper-level officers. Of course, Meng Tian would not believe that his grandfather would be such a person, but when hunger breeds, it will always bring many extras, such as suspicion, irritability , resentment... These emotions are hidden in the army like a plague, infecting everyone, and Meng Tian is no exception. After countless times of enduring the desire to beat those who speak bad words, even Meng Tian can't help but start to suspect Meng Ao Come.

"Since you are starting to doubt, why don't you just ask the general," Ping asked directly, regardless of Meng Tian's frightened eyes, "We can't ask, you must have a solution, right?"

"You... how do you know..." How do you know my identity?

Ping rolled his eyes: "Do you really think I'm blind? With your white teeth, you are definitely not born as a commoner."

Indeed, compared to everyone else, his teeth are indeed a bit white...

Meng Tian silently closed his mouth, usually he didn't talk much like this, but finally persuaded him: "Instead of thinking about it with us here, you might as well find out by yourself, maybe you can help Let's solve this problem."

Ping patted Meng Tian's shoulder, leaving Meng Tian thoughtful. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to go to Meng Ao. On the one hand, what Ping said made sense; on the other hand, he really couldn't take it anymore... …

Then he was thrown a pile of bamboo slips and a sentence left by Meng Ao.

"After reading these things, talk to General Ben about this matter!"

Meng Tian was kicked out with a bunch of bamboo slips in his arms, looking at the things in his arms, he wanted to cry, why did he have to look at official documents after going around?

...

A month later, Xianyang Palace.

Mo Dou was physically and mentally exhausted, watching Ying Zheng, who was still obsessed with work, surrendered.

As expected of Qin Shihuang, he is still so energetic after working continuously for more than a month. I am afraid that this kind of vitality can only be compared with Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty...

Mo Dou coaxed Ying Zheng, whose beard had already started to protrude, "My lord, come on, open your mouth."

Ying Zheng wrote and drew on the paper without raising his head. Hearing Mo Dou's words, he opened his mouth like a puppet and let Mo Dou stuff a spoonful of soybeans into his mouth.

Ever since Mo Dou took out the paper to Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng has become like this - a workaholic who can't take care of himself at all.

"Your Majesty, chew your mouth."

Ying Zheng puffed his cheeks and took two bites.

"My lord, swallow it."

Ying Zheng swallowed the food in his mouth without blinking.

Repeatedly, a bowl of soybeans was finally fed, and Mo Dou was just about to go out when he was packing up the dishes, when Ying Zheng suddenly grabbed Mo Dou's hem: "Dou, I feel that if we want to promote this thing, Li Qing is still a little bit behind."

Mo Dou was caught in such a way that he almost dropped everything in his hand. He moved his legs and found that Ying Zheng was holding it firmly, so he gave up struggling: "Your Majesty is right."

"But there is no other suitable person. It seems that the widow has to find a way to promote him."

"Your Majesty spoke well."

"How about letting him do the long history first?"

"Your Majesty is right."

"But still need to find a reason."

"Your Majesty is right...awesome!"

Ying Zheng let go in satisfaction, Mo Dou finally had time to deliver the things to the attendants at the door, and then took them from the attendants... Picking up a stone of bamboo slips, he went indoors to help Ying Zheng choose urgent official duties.

Mo Dou feels that he is now Ying Zheng's life assistant and work secretary, and even Qin's cabinet secretary, but he has worked so hard to take on four jobs, but he doesn't even have a basic salary, and he is very likely to lose money, poor His 'Baidu' workshop will never open for three years, open for three days...

While lamenting his miserable life, Mo Dou diligently sent the selected bamboo slips to Ying Zheng's hand: "Your Majesty, this must be reviewed today."

Reluctantly, Ying Zheng put down the paper and picked up the heavy bamboo slips: "I can't wait for everyone in Qin to use paper now."

Mo Dou couldn't laugh or cry: "Your Majesty is too impatient."

Ying Zheng was noncommittal, picked up a pen and began to review, but after the brush failed to come out of the water for the nth time, Ying Zheng finally couldn't help becoming irritable: "Since Dou can make paper, can you make another thing to replace the pen?"

He is in a hurry to arrange paper work!

Replacement pen? !

Mo Dou was frightened by Ying Zheng, and he wanted to cry, but you think too highly of me. The pen has not been eliminated until the 21st century. The so-called substitute is the computer keyboard, which I can't make.

Probably because he understood that his request was indeed a little too much, Ying Zheng didn't say much in the end, but his brows became more and more wrinkled, and his movements of dipping the pen in the ink became more and more rough. Finally, the ink fountain couldn't see his eyes, and sat down with a pile of pens. Went to Yingzheng's side to change pens for him in turn, he was in charge of dipping the ink, and Yingzheng was in charge of writing.

By the way, I don't blame Ying Zheng for being so irritable. It's true that the ink absorption ability of this pen is too bad. Anyway, paper is going to be promoted, so why don't he think of a way to get a pencil out?

Mo Dou was thoughtful, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Isn't it said in history that Meng Tian made brushes?It seems to be at this point in time, where is this kid?

When he said Cao Cao Cao Cao would be here, Mo Dou thought about it for a while, and Meng Tian received a letter from the other party the next day, but it was not about pens, but about food.

Mo Dou looked at the bamboo slips in his hand and twitched. Who can answer him why Meng Tian suddenly paid attention to the people's livelihood in Qin? !