An old man who was already drunk and grabbed Huangsha who had been to toast in the wooden house. After dragging him to sit next to him, he glanced at the other people who were lying on the table, under the table, in the corner, or sleeping one by one. Then he quietly said in Huangsha's ear: "The old man has a heartless invitation here, I hope the third master can come up with an idea for the old man."

This person is the chief foreman of Lishui Village. His surname is Gao Qianchi. Today he was invited by all the foremen of Lishui Village. He was originally a distant relative of Gao Xiang. He was not originally named Gao, but in order to be with Gao Xiangqiang, he changed to Gao Qianchi. Gao Qianchi was originally planning to join Gao Taiyuan to enjoy a happy life. However, he thought that Gao Xiang would hand him this seemingly beautiful and poor chore. More than ten years ago, Gao Qianchi was still a weak scholar with fine skin and tender flesh and no strength to tie a chicken. Over the years, he has almost the same as the reckless men who were drinking on the table. His hair was fluffy, long beards, and his face was even more ugly and dirty. He no longer had his previous gentle and kind appearance, but added the masculinity and resolute look that a man should have. It was just a place where this bird did not shit. No matter how he acted like a black vilistic man, he always just entertained himself.

Huangsha bowed halfway, poured a glass of fine wine into a thousand-foot-high wine glass, pushed it to the other party, and said modestly: "What kind of virtue is that boy? I can get the love of Mr. Gao. I am afraid that the boy will be unable to reach his power and feel frightened. The boy can only cook some wine dishes to enjoy the diners of Mr. Gao. Thank God for such a trick that he doesn't make a laugh."

Gao Qianchi ignored Huangsha's complaints and drank the wine that the other party pushed over, and then muttered to himself: "Twelve years, twelve years, and before I knew it, I have been here for so long."

"Time is like flowing water, just like the golden sand in this mountain, and it will never be enough to spend it."

"What the boy said is wonderful. The twelve years in the past were like a year for the old man. I am only in my thirties now, and I am almost the same as the old man in his fifties.

I remembered the confidence and ambition when I first arrived here, and then I saw more and more people burying themselves here, but I became more and more anxious and unable to sleep or eat. The old man believed in reincarnation, and Gao Tai Gao Xiang completely asked me to take the blame for him. After I died for a hundred years, I would definitely go to hell and endure the pain of the oil pan and iron pot.

Every year, I have to call him second cousin to smile and give him gifts carefully prepared for him on the day of his birthday. Over the years, I have been laughed at by Gao's relatives, saying that I have occupied a golden nest, but I can't even give birth to a golden egg. Now, I can finally be proud this year. I dare to laugh at those crooked melons and dates."

Huangsha suddenly became a little hesitant. Could it be that Gao Qianchi wanted to lead himself to Gao Taiyuan to seek credit and reward?

The thoughts were turned into electricity, and Huang Sha quickly thought of various excuses and countermeasures in his mind. He wanted to speak, but Gao Qianchi took the lead and started to recite them again.

"This year's gold is more than several times more than in previous years. My second cousin is on his 60th birthday. You are smart and clever. Give me an idea and what gift is appropriate to give him?"

Huang Sha secretly put down the big stone in his heart. When he heard that he didn't have to see Gao's people, his depressed expression was gone. He could say he could pick up the gifts at will, and asked slowly, "I wonder if Gao Xiang usually has something he likes?"

"Although my second cousin is a civil servant, he only likes to write ink and write good characters, especially to dance with swords and arrows. He is actually the appearance of a literati and the bones of a warrior."

"Then how about we give him two gifts?"

"What's the solution?"

"Gao Xiang is in the throne. I heard that there are no less than one hundred assassins who intend to assassinate him over the years, and there are still one thousand. If Gao Xiang had an inner armor that could defend himself, wouldn't it be more protection of life and less dangerous for swords and weapons? At that time, the king of Nanzhao, Yi Mouxun even asked a skilled craftsman to create a golden armor for himself. However, the thing was too bulky and weighed hundreds of pounds. Yi Mouxun only wore it several times and abandoned it, turning it back into red gold."

Gao Qianchi was frightened when he heard this. He expected that the Yellow River would come up with this allusion, and most of them had a solution to it. He asked hurriedly: "San Master, don't keep it in mind. If you have something to say, you will say it directly. If this matter is done, the old man will reward you very much."

"If the golden sand is melted and pulled into silk threads of equal thickness, and then combined with silk, wool thread and other things, it can be woven into a treasure garment that is both light and warm, and can resist swords and swords - the golden wool garment, but "Huangsha's face showed a difficult look, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

"If you have any requirements, try to tell me as much as possible. Even if there is a problem in front of me, I will try every means to do it."

"We lack the tools and craftsmen to draw gold wires here, and it is best to do this in secret. Once you learn it by others, you will copy it. I will make a fool of myself and ruin Mr. Gao's good things. It is probably impossible for a boy to die a thousand times."

"What the boy said is that I have already been concerned about the thread drawing. So what is the second gift you mentioned?"

"Didn't Mr. Gao just say that Gao Xiang likes calligraphy? I have a look at Yan Zhenqing's running script "The Ordered Post" in the Tang Dynasty, which was called "Yan Jin and Liu Gu" and is exactly what Mr. Gao is not satisfied with. The metaphor implies in it, which can clearly identify your heart."

"I was ordered to come here, but the matter was not completed. I stopped being loyal and diligent, and I had no intention of rebirth. However, I never changed my mind and wandered in the waves. It is suitable for me to receive this reward. For thousands of years, those who have observed the hearts of Zhenqing, know that I am doing this, and that I am doing it is enough to achieve the fate of the times. People's hearts have no way to see, and current affairs are only known to God." When Gao Qianchi came out, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yan Zhenqing went to Xuzhou to comfort Li Xilie as the "Crown Prince's Grand Tutor Huaixi Xuanfu Envoy". This post should be in this year, at the age of 75. Therefore, it is also known as "Book of Envoy Caizhou". Yan Zhenqing knew that the decree of heaven was not contrary to his plan, so he was sent to Xuzhou without hesitation and had no intention of returning. Li Lie was loyal and generous when he was in trouble, and had to stay in the middle of grief and hatred.

Huang Sha couldn't help but say, "Alas! Even though he was a thousand and five hundred years old, his heroes' words were like the severe frost and scorching sun, so how could they be terrified and admired!" (Sima Guang's "New Book of Tang Dynasty")

Gao Qianchi restrained his ruthlessness and asked a little suspiciously: "Old man remember that when you first arrived here, there was nothing, how could you?"

"Old Gao, I don't know how many times I copied the "Self-Ordered Post" when I was a child. What I mean is that we can make a pair of golden bamboo slips and copy and engrave the "Self-Ordered Post". As for the running script of "Self-Ordered Post", I will help you solve it."

"What do you mean is "The Order Post" twice at the same time?" This is the first time Gao Qianchi heard that he was worried. Is it a pity to add to the snake or the icing on the cake? Gao Qianchi felt unsure.

Until Huangsha took out a piece of yellow silk paper, and the words seemed to be dry, Gao Qianchi was so excited that he couldn't speak. This seemed to be the copy of "The Ordered Post" that several households had already reached the point of being fake and real. Even people like him were difficult to tell the truth, let alone Gao Xiang?
Chapter completed!