Peerless Junior Uncle

, and, now is summer, there is no frozen soil, it is the best time. "

"This......"

"What is this?" Haitang said impatiently at the side: "This is an expert invited by the little prince. Naturally, his ideas are different from yours. If you are asked to dig, you can dig it. Little prince's!"

He Tingge shook his head helplessly, looked at several engineers and said: "That's it, go back and look at the drawings carefully first, the style is very clear, it should not be difficult to understand, if it is feasible, we must start construction as soon as possible without delay."

Several engineers had no choice but to respond and left one after another.

Xu Ziyang took a deep breath. Although he liked the feeling of preaching, he still felt dry after talking so much in one breath.In fact, back then, he thought about becoming a teacher in the future, but his wishes failed, his family fell into ruin, his parents passed away one after another, and his brother and sister-in-law, who were not rich at all, thought he was weak and didn't want to help him study, so they shared a little. When the family property was given to him, he was no longer cared about. Later, he was met by the owner of the valley who was traveling outside. Seeing that although he was young, he was well-read, so he brought him back to Cuigu and taught him to Erzhong.Later, Cui Gu was slaughtered, and after he was rescued from the fire by his junior uncle, now he just wanted to follow his junior uncle and repay his life-saving grace.

"Hey." While handing over a cup of tea, Xu Ziyang was slightly taken aback, followed the hand of the teacup and saw Haitang said: "I can't tell, you nerd, you have caught up with the Taifu who teaches the prince."

"Don't dare to be." Xu Ziyang smiled, and didn't mind if he called him a nerd, it didn't matter.Looking back at He Tingge, he was still looking at the terrain on the sand table, but he said without raising his head: "Ziyang, how long are you staying?"

"Well... Maybe stay for a few days." Xu Ziyang said slowly: "The little uncle said that he will go to Luoyang, Yongzhou and other places in a few days."

"Why didn't he come?" He Tingge raised his head and asked.

"Little uncle is a bit inconvenient." Xu Ziyang hesitated for a moment and said: "He said that if you ask, let me tell you, don't worry about him, what to do, it's useless to think too much."

He Tingge nodded, thought for a while and asked him, "Do you know Dahei?"

"Dahei? What is it?" Xu Ziyang blinked.

"Pfft..." Haitang couldn't help but said, "What, it's a man, a handsome uncle in white clothes, and a big white mouse named Xiao Hei."

"That's a ferret!" There were two corrections in unison, and He Tingge and Xu Ziyang looked at Haitang with rotten expressions.

"You know each other?" Haitang looked at Xu Ziyang, ignored the gazes of the two, and focused on the important point.

"Eh..." Xu Ziyang rubbed the back of his head awkwardly: "If I guessed correctly, I should know him. After all, ferrets are rare, especially ferrets named Xiao Hei, who are picked by my uncle. name."

Haitang gave a "tsk" sound: "Why did you come here as a junior martial uncle? Who the hell is a junior martial uncle?"

He Tinge patted the back of Haitang's head: "Why do you ask so many questions, just keep calling."

"Oh." Haitang nodded, then turned back to stare at He Tingge: "Stop taking pictures, you're stupid."

Xu Ziyang suppressed a smile and said, "The ferret belongs to my uncle."

"What the hell?!" Haitang had a toothache on his face, why did a junior uncle come here, but before he could digest it, another uncle popped up.

"You mean, Dahei is..." He Tingge understood, no wonder Dahei felt so familiar to him, and he was also carrying Fu Qingcheng's medicine bottle. So, that's what happened.

"He is the master of the little uncle, old man Qianji, Yin Qianji." Xu Ziyang explained.

"Hey, that's not right." Haitang said seriously: "Dahei is a handsome uncle, at most 30 years old, old man Qianji, my father told me that when he was young, old man Qianji was a famous person in the world, Dahei Younger than my father."

"He's over 80 years old." Xu Ziyang took a sip of his tea, and continued: "But because of his deep inner strength and the Zhuyan Pill refined by Huo Qiangu's uncle in the early years, he looks very young, but he is actually quite old. When I went to Wofuling with my junior uncle, I was fortunate enough to meet his old man. However, I remember that when I was rushing to Linyue Pass with my junior uncle, I met my junior uncle Mu Lan on the way. At that time, my junior uncle said to himself Yu said, "Master's good days are coming to an end. I asked him, but he just smiled and shook his head without saying anything."

After speaking, he looked at Haitang's expression of disbelief, and asked, "Where is the Dahei you mentioned?"

Haitang pointed to the outside and said, "Tianzi No. [-] room."

At this moment, He Tingge remembered what Dahei said that night: He was kicked out by his little nephew.Could it be that he was kicked out by Mu Lan?Thinking of Mu Lan throwing Dahei's bedroll outside the door with a cold face, together with Xiaohei, Dahei holding Xiaohei and squatting outside the door pitifully looking for Fu Qingcheng... He Tingge I shuddered, why is it so wicked.

In fact, what he thought was almost the same as the truth. Yin Qianji was indeed driven away by Mu Lan's cold face all day long. Who knew that this kid would take the initiative to run back to serve his master this time? How did Huo Qiangu endure him for so many years.

Tart Bazhen

Not long after, He Tingge was invited by Cao Renyuan. Hai Tang planned to go with him, but was stopped by Xu Ziyang: "What's the use of you going, you don't seem to understand anything."

Haitang was not convinced, and was about to refute, when he heard He Tingge say: "General Cao must be asking me about water, you don't have to go, just chat with Ziyang." After finishing speaking, he left.Haitang and Xu Ziyang were left staring wide-eyed.

"What are you looking at me for?" Haitang was quite uncomfortable being looked at by Xu Ziyang, Xu Ziyang approached Haitang with a curious expression on his face, and asked instead: "Why does your hair seem to be red?"

Haitang blinked, stepped back half a step, dodged Xu Ziyang's breath on his face, coughed, and said, "What's wrong with the red? Doesn't it look good?" I don't know why, I don't like others talking about my appearance, but now, Fearing that Xu Ziyang would dislike his hair color, he even thought in his heart that if he didn't like it, he would find a way to dye it black.

"Is your mother a foreigner?" Xu Ziyang raised a strand of hair on Haitang's shoulder, and the red hair in the sun was wrapped around his fair fingers, shaking Haitang so much that he couldn't move his eyes. When he looked up, he saw Xu Ziyang's pair of His eyes were looking at himself, waiting for his answer.

"Yes." Haitang mechanically said: "How do you know?"

Xu Ziyang sat on a chair beside him: "I read in the book that there is a Huazhi tribe in the Western Regions, the number of them is very small, but this kind of people, both men and women, are beautiful, with skin as white as snow, hair color and pupils that are very beautiful. Fire red, and most of this race prefers red. Little general, your hair color is only reddish, and so are your pupils, and you prefer red, presumably because your mother is from the Huazhi tribe, so you have inherited some."

Haitang looked at the scholar and frowned: "My name is Haitang."

"I know." Xu Ziyang blinked.

"Don't call me little general." Haitang took the cold tea in Xu Ziyang's hand: "Call me by name."

"..."

"Call the name!"

"..." Xu Ziyang looked at the aggressive Haitang in front of him, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Little general, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, Ziyang is just a commoner..."

"Ziyang." Haitang interrupted him: "You don't mind if I call you that?"

Xu Ziyang nodded: "I don't mind."

"Then you call me by my name too!" Haitang seemed to be on the fence with this question.

"..."

"Do you call?"

"Haitang?" Seeing Haitang suddenly smiling, Xu Ziyang wondered what's wrong with this person?

Haitang was in a good mood: "Let's go, my master will arrange a place for you! Where do you want to live? Can you live there? It's closer."

Xu Ziyang could only follow his will: "You have the final say."

Sure enough, Haitang smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth, and he liked his sentence "You have the final say." He suddenly felt a little taller.

At this time, in Cao Renyuan's room, He Tingge explained to Cao Renyuan his thoughts and plans to start work today. Cao Renyuan pondered for a while on the sand table with his hands behind his back, "Is it feasible?"

"Don't worry, general, I won't joke about the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers." He Tinge said.The project he wants to open is actually suitable for the foothills and the edge of alluvial fans. It is mainly used to intercept underground water for farmland irrigation and residential water, which is the well and canal recorded in the historical records.

Although the weak water in Linyue Pass dries up in summer, the groundwater accumulated over the years, as well as the meltwater from the snow and ice of Que Mountain exposed to the sun at noon in summer, are sufficient for exploitation.

He Tingge couldn't tell Cao Renyuan too much, he was a rough man, and he probably wouldn't understand what he said.What Cao Renyuan is worried about now is probably Rouran's army stationed outside. There is not much water in the barracks now, and the people of Rouran are staring at them, and they are probably waiting for our army to run out of water.

"General." He Tingge said: "Actually, we can act first."

"Oh? What's your opinion, my little prince?"

The corners of He Tingge's lips curled slightly, and he said softly, "Please enter the urn."

In the evening, Haitang ran in panting, and exhaled heavily: "Okay, I've done everything as you said."

He Tingge nodded: "How many are left now?"

"According to what you said, I'm afraid that the barbarians will be suspicious, so I didn't withdraw too many stoves tonight, and then I will reduce it gradually." Haitang said: "What is this for?"

He Tingge took a sip of tea: "You will know in a few days."

At this time, in the Rouran camp a hundred miles away, in the brightly lit tent, a woman's delicate laughter came from: "Master Xiang, come and have another bite."

The man in fine clothes was leaning on the soft fur couch, looking at the soft and boneless man beside him.