Chen Cheng also knows that raising tigers is not good because... tigers are protected animals in the state and cannot be raised by private individuals!

He squatted down, rubbed a few tiger-headed and brainy little tigers, and said, "When you grow up, I'll put you in it. Do you think you're okay?"

"Meow~", the little tiger rubbed his head against his palm, and then stretched out his tongue to lick it. There were barbs on the feline's tongue, which looked like an iron brush. Of course, the little tiger's tongue was not that scary, and it was itchy when added, which was a little comfortable.

He caught the three little ones into the cage, added a handful of black beans to Guru, and walked outside. In the open space in the center of the city outside, it had become a sea of ​​joy. The soldiers cleaned the prey and then put it in a pot or barbecue. The whole city was filled with the fragrance of food.

Chen Cheng moved dozens of jars of wine out and thought to himself: If you do it twice, there will be no drop left.

When everyone saw that there was wine to drink, everyone cheered. Many Hu people who joined in started singing and dancing around the bonfire after drinking. Looking at the warm atmosphere in the venue, although Chen Cheng smiled on his face, his heart was calm. The sorrows and joys of human beings are not completely connected, just like he can drink thousands of cups now, but he still doesn't like drinking very much.

Looking at the Wuhuan people dancing Hu Xuan dance, Chen Cheng began to get distracted again. It is said that after the gunpowder weapon appeared, the Hu people became synonymous with good singing and dancing, which is quite interesting to think about. Most of the people around the bonfire are men, most of them are young and strong, with few women and children.

"Wen Zheng, what are you thinking?"

Tian Yu handed over a glass of wine and smiled and said, "Why do you seem to be worried? Don't worry about that much, come and have a drink first."

Chen Cheng turned the wine glass in his palm, looked around and said, "We have to go further to hunt tomorrow."

Tian Yu agreed: "Before the snow, you should hunt more prey, otherwise it will be difficult to survive this winter."

Chen Cheng said: "How is the matter of borrowing grain?"

The smile on Tian Yu's face gradually disappeared. He sighed and said, "There are some, but not many. In the past two years, wars have been everywhere, and other counties have no surplus grain."

"It's up to you, but it's up to you," Chen Cheng said: "It's really not possible. I'll take people to the grassland to grab one."

Tian Yu laughed silently and said, "Those Hu people are so poor that they are dying. How can you grab anything?"

"Just grab some cattle and sheep."

"If there are fewer troops, they can't defeat them, and if there are more troops, they... the little cattle and sheep I robbed are not enough to eat."

"That's right," Chen Cheng looked at the bonfire not far away and said thoughtfully: "It's two or three months in winter that can't go out. You need to prepare more fuel. When I have time, I'll go around to see if there is any open-air coal mine."

Tian Yu said: "Coal Mine? What are you looking for that? Are you trying to smel iron?"

"It's burning during winter," Chen Cheng snapped his fingers and said, "When it comes to burning coal, the coal stove and the kang should be prepared."

“………………what is that?”

"You will know when you get it out."

Tian Yu's face showed an envious look, "Wen Zheng always has many ideas that others don't have, which makes me admire him."

Chen Cheng laughed and said, "Haha, it's not what I thought of, I don't dare to gild my face."

"Even if it's humility, I'm definitely not as good as that."

In the more than a month since then, Chen Cheng had a lot of things to do every day. The ending of the sanatorium could also be done with others, but the sanitary system and the Regulations on Treatment of Injury and Disease Treatment could only be written by himself. Apart from him, there were not many people who could read from four or five thousand people in the city. Among all the things, as long as they were related to words, he had to do it himself.

Moreover, although paper can be made in this era, the most used bamboo slips are bamboo slips. He has a lot of rice paper in his hands, but for the sake of preservation and other considerations, he still chose bamboo slips and wood chips as the carriers of text. Every day, he needed to hold a carving knife and a brush to write what he wanted to write on the bamboo slips and wood chips word by word.

Even though he was extremely physically strong and his speed was slow enough for people to jump. At first, he honestly wrote on the bamboo slips, but he couldn't stand it in a few days. Although the official script of this era was a little simplified compared to the text of the Spring and Autumn Period, it was still terrifyingly complex. Later, Chen Cheng decisively abandoned the text of this era and used the most convenient and familiar simplified Chinese characters.

Whenever he had to deal with copywriting, he admired the sages very much. Especially Sima Qian and Ban Gu who wrote history books, how could they write those big works on bamboo and wood chips? But when he thought about it, he felt relieved after he wrote such a book in his entire life.

Although the sages are worthy of admiration, they still need to be lazy when they should be lazy. He hated the writings of this era more and more, and vowed that if he had a piece of territory in the future, the first thing he had to do was reform the writings!

Fortunately, there are also some interesting times. When you are dizzy when writing, you can pick up three tigers, ride Guru to hunt, or go down the river to catch some big crabs and lobsters to eat. Steaming is good, roasting is good, sprinkle with garlic and pepper, and the taste is great.

In general, the material and spirit of this era are very poor, but he doesn't feel difficult. It is his strength to make happiness in suffering. Besides, it still needs to be compared whether it is suffering or not. Compared with most people in this era, he has lived a life like a god.

Even the emperor has no soda to drink, right?

Seeing Zhao Yun practicing gun technique under the tree, Chen Cheng pulled out a can of soda and shouted: "Zilong, the sun is so big, don't practice it now, right?"

Zhao Yun just thought that he didn't hear it and focused on the gun. His expression was extremely focused, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and body. After a long time, he put away the spear, picked up a bowl under the eaves of the corridor and poured rice soup. The rice soup was made of a small amount of broken rice, and some salt was added to it, which could replenish moisture well.

After he finished drinking, he sat down, Chen Cheng smiled and said, "When my son gave birth to Emperor Gaozu, how could a thousand-house marquis be worth it?"

If you were born in the era of Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang, Wanhuhou was nothing.

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "Now the world is not yet stable, and he has the opportunity to make contributions!"

"Yes," Chen Cheng elongated his tone and said, "I have a chance."

He stared at Zhao Yun, thought for a while, and said, "Zilong thought, as a general, what kind of ability is the most important? Is it the courage of thousands of men or resourcefulness?"

Zhao Yun said without hesitation: "As a cavalry general, I should move forward without hesitation!"

After saying that, he asked back: "What do Wen Zheng thinks?"

"Me," Chen Cheng said slowly: "I didn't think so much at the beginning. I just thought that my martial arts value was high enough. Well, I'll tell you a joke. In "Records of the Grand Historian" written by Ma Qian of Taishi Company, there is an article about assassin, which records an assassin named Nie Zheng. In order to avenge his friends, Nie Zheng rushed into Yangdi, Handu in broad daylight, and assassinated Xia Lei on the stairs with the power of a white rainbow, and then killed dozens of Xia Lei's guards."

As he spoke, Chen Cheng's expression became serious and said, "Then he cut off his face, uttered his eyes, and committed suicide by cutting off his stomach. Do you think such a strong attack in broad daylight can be considered an assassin?"

Zhao Yun said: "Good man!"

Chen Cheng laughed dryly and said, "I also know that an assassination punch is called Beidou Shenfu. Every time he kills all the people in front of him, is there no witnesses? It can be called perfect assassination?"

“…………”

"By the way, the weather will get colder in another month. I have found an open-air coal mine on the hill to the north and are preparing to take people to dig coal in two days."

Zhao Yun sat quietly, waiting for him to continue talking.

"Just tomorrow, I'll treat you to a meal. There's probably no such opportunity in the future." Chen Cheng raised his finger and said, "Tian Yu, you, Wei Ran, Zhao Si, Ding Yuan, Jin Sanhuan, Guan Shanhe, and some other people, there are about twenty people."

He stood up, looked at the yard where he lived, and said, "Twenty people......I can't put it here, just beside the school grounds, there is a big place over there, enough to stuff dozens of people."

After saying that, he whistled, and three large tigers rushed out from behind, ran to him, and rushed towards his legs. Chen Cheng held one with one hand and made a "snoring" sound in his arms. The remaining one bit his trouser legs and was so anxious that he was spinning around.

Zhao Yun said: "They grow bigger and bigger, and it's not a good idea to put them in the city."

Chen Cheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, when the snow melts after the New Year, throw them back into the mountain."

When Chen Cheng took a few tigers out to play, Zhao Yun suddenly frowned, then raised his arm in confusion. For some reason, he felt that his strength seemed to be a little stronger. But how could his strength increase out of thin air? Thinking of this, Zhao Yun shook his head, picked up the wooden bowl, and prepared to pour some rice soup.

"Crack", the wooden bowl was actually pinched out of a crack. As a martial artist who never interrupted his martial arts training, Zhao Yun was really surprised. He just used force as usual, but...

He raised his head, looked at Chen Cheng's back in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Guru didn't seem to like these three tigers very much. When the little tigers were playing by the river, they would run far away. If the little tiger pounced over, it would scare them with its hooves. Chen Cheng took off all his legs and jumped into the water. He caught two fish in a short while. After throwing it on the shore, the little tigers stopped fighting and rushed to bite them. In a short while, they ate the two fish in a clean manner.

After eating, they squatted on the shore with their eyes and made a "screaming" sound. After they became much bigger, their screams also changed. Chen Cheng took a deep breath, dived into the water, grabbed a big crab, and threw it at the shore.

The largest tiger jumped up suddenly and bit the crab in the air. After landing, it pressed the crab with its front paws, and its sharp teeth tore the hard shell of the crab apart in a few strokes. Looking at the future beast's style as the king of beasts, Chen Cheng thought to himself: No wonder Zhao Zilong talked about it several times and repeatedly, tigers are really scary. After spring begins, they must be put into the wild.
Chapter completed!