Quick Transmigration: Eternal Lovers

Chapter 33 After becoming Zhao Gao, the First Emperor was reborn (33)

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It was three poles high in the sun, and the sun was getting more and more dazzling. Sunge put away the fishing pole, sat under the shade of a tree, and continued to watch Han Xin quietly.

Isn't it hot?
To be honest, Han Xin, who was invincible in attacking cities and villages in history, was indeed outstanding.

The merits are the same, and they are not born in the world.

Set up the three Qin, capture Wei, replace, destroy Zhao, threaten Yan, attack Qi in the east, and destroy Chu in the south.

One by one, they add color to the history books.

However, I don't know why Sunge felt somewhat regretful.

He has the talent of a general, has sound limbs, does not work in agriculture and mulberry, and does not do business to make a living.

Ask yourself, let go of the natural filter of Han Xin, and before he made a fortune, would anyone really admire such a person who ate and drank everywhere and couldn't even sustain his basic food and clothing?
She wasn't complaining about Han Xin's badness, but she had a faint hope that Han Xin could support himself even in his weakest days.

Rather than later generations mentioning this period of youth, what they talked about was either that the pavilion chief's wife hated him, or that his mother gave up food, or that he was humiliated by his crotch.

Obviously, Han Xin is the kind of person who can surprise time.

Under Sunge's sigh, the riverside suddenly became lively, and women in twos and threes came together, holding wooden basins full of clothes.

or young and beautiful.

Or the charm still exists.

Or snow on the temples and frost.

I don't know who is the drifting mother who was repaid by the grace of dripping water in history.

There were waves of ripples on the calm river surface, chatter and laughter, and the sound of knocking could be heard endlessly. Obviously, the fish in the river would only swim far along the current in such a noisy environment.

Doomed, Han Xin will return empty-handed today.

Han Xin also seemed to have expected this situation, pursed his thin lips slightly, gently rubbed his stomach with one hand back and forth, sighed lightly, and put away the fishing rod with a calm expression.

There is no sorrow or joy, only the tranquility of an ancient well.

Sun Ge didn't know whether this kind of tranquility was the numbness he was used to, or a state where he was not disturbed by foreign objects.

Just when Han Xin was about to leave, the old woman who was washing clothes not far away stopped what she was doing, took out a piece of cake from the basket beside her and handed it to Han Xin.

Han Xin blinked and looked at Piaomu.

Piaomu didn't say a word, just stuffed the pancakes to Han Xin, and continued to wash clothes.

"I believe that in the future, I will be grateful."

Han Xin couldn't remember exactly how many times Piaomu brought him meals.

We have never met each other, met by chance, but never said much.

Seeing that he is hungry, he will share some food with him. This is all the intersections between him and Piaomu.

Piaomu raised her head and looked at Han Xin, who had vowed to thank her deeply, her brows were tightly frowned. "A dignified man should support himself, not rely on others to help him. Sympathy and compassion can help him for a while, but they can't last forever."

"I just pity you, not thank you."

After finishing speaking, Piaomu didn't speak again.

Although Han Xin's name is not well-known in Huaiyin, he is not without "famous".

It's just that the name is a bit unlucky.

Known for eating and drinking, brazen, but arrogant and rebellious.

repay?

She never thought about it.

Han Xin was stunned for a moment, and then he was about to leave.

He secretly swears in his heart that he will remember the kindness of Piaomu's gift of food today.

"Young man, here's your fish." Sunge waved at Han Xin with a wolf-grandmother's smile on his lips.

Han Xin was puzzled, and his eyes were wary, "It's your fish."

Sun Song: ...

Is this different treatment?
Piaomu can take the pancakes, and promises a thousand gold in return.

Her fish is so indifferent, is it possible that the fish is poisonous?

Han Xin: Fish are not poisonous, but you are.

"Could it be that the well-known Han Xin is going to tell the old man again at this moment that a gentleman doesn't eat what he gets?"

Sunge smiled lightly, but his voice was cold and mocking.

Fu Su was dumbfounded, did Zhao Fuling get the wrong script?

Isn't this the best opportunity for Shi En to bring this kid into the fish pond?
Is cynicism really okay?

This kid doesn't look like a good-tempered one.

Han Xin clenched the sword around his waist, and after pondering for a moment, he slowly released it, "It's not about character, it's just that even a down-and-out person has the right to choose to hold the food that comes at you."

That fish, he was really excited.

But there has never been goodwill for no reason in this world, especially a wealthy family.

Sun Ge looked at Han Xin's still calm face, his thoughts drifted far away.

The word Han Xin is a frequent visitor to the history fast travel group.

Countless fast-travelers chose Han Xin to descend from the sky as a savior when he was humiliated under the crotch, and he carried the beautiful boy home.

She doesn't want to.

She is not a kind person.

The savior has never been her label.

Well, she likes to keep tossing, falling in love and killing each other, and then the other party bows down.

"This fish, you have to have it if you don't want it." Sunge winked at the black guard, and the black guard drew his saber in unison.

In the sun, the knife is dazzling.

"He has healthy limbs and a quick mind. He is a brilliant talent in the world. Why should he act like a beggar?"

"This bucket of fish is your ration for the next three months. How to persist is up to you."

"Within three months, if I see you eating and drinking again, I will chop off your finger. If you are willing to eat and drink for free, then I will also chop off your finger. It is not mine anyway."

"Don't even think about running away. There is no one I can't find in Daqin."

There is no doubt that a heavy hammer is needed to sound a drum.

When it comes to the filter for Han Xin, she herself is the most important. She hopes that Han Xin will be a pearl that can amaze the world after dusting off.

Sunge stood in front of Han Xin, raised Han Xin's chin, and acted arrogantly.

Han Xin was silent, it is not suitable to go out today, he met a lunatic.

I have only seen strong buyers and strong sellers, but I have never seen anyone who would chop off their fingers if they disagreed.

After hearing these words, it became even hotter to stab the fish.

Three months, you thought it was three days?
Han Xin deeply felt that the old man in brocade clothes in front of him just took a fancy to his slender hands and wanted to chop them off for a reason.

"Who are you?" Han Xin calmed down and asked.

Sunge curled his lips, "I don't need to tell anyone, you will know when it is time for you to know."

"It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Come to meet you when the flowers fall."

"Han Xin, I'm here for you in this small city of Huaiyin."

Fusu: The Zhao Fuling wrote poems to flirt with fish again.

Not fair, why do other fish have poems.

One is the first acquaintance with the king, such as meeting an old friend and returning.

One is the season of falling flowers and meeting you again.

So what is he?If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. A comparison will show that this fish is a loser.

In the future, the fish in the fish pond will gather together to chat about the past, but he alone has no poems!
Han Xin frowned, came for him?Or to be more precise, come for his fingers.

In order to keep his finger, he had to seriously think about how a bucket of fish could live for three months.

Han Xin hugged the barrel and left in a daze.

After seeing Han Xin off, Sun Ge waved his hand and said, "Leave a few people to watch him, and the rest follow me to Donghai County Sheriff's Mansion."

"My lord, what's your expression?"

"Constipated?"

　Today's third update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)