Author: Add coriander to crucian carp soup

"Why do I need to get involved in political affairs now? Why does my father always want to train me to become an outstanding son?"

Cao Ang quickly glanced at Cao Cao, lowered his head, and repeated lazily.

Good guy, have you ever wronged me?

Cao Cao's hand on his beard paused and he raised his eyebrows, about to have an attack.

Zhong Ping thought to himself that this sentence sounded so familiar... Isn't this "Shi Shuo Xin Yu"?

"Shishuoxinyu·Yu": "Taifu Xie asked his nephews: 'How can I predict people's affairs and want to make them better?' None of them had anything to say. The charioteer replied: 'For example, the Zhilan Yushu, if you want to make it better?'

Born on the steps of the court.'"

Some people appear to be Cao Ang, but secretly they are Xie An.

Thongpei thought of something funny and subconsciously blurted out the standard answer.

Cao Cao's accumulated anger was interrupted, and he paused his outstretched hand in the air, savoring Zhong Ping's answer.

Cao Ang was prepared to receive a blow from Cao Cao. After waiting for a while, he didn't hear the "whooshing" sound from his palm, so he couldn't help but tentatively opened one eye.

Cao Cao didn't speak, he just raised his head and was lost in thought.

Xun Yu knew that Cao Cao was actually just pretending, and did not really want to teach Cao Ang a lesson, but just lacked a step to get down, so he took the initiative to help Cao Ang out: "Bo Heng's wonderful words. The eldest son is like a man in the court, straightforward and natural. No matter whether he is trimmed or not, he will always be honest."

It has its own standards, so my lord, you don’t have to worry too much.”

"Orchid grass?" Cao Cao snorted angrily, "Compared to Bo Heng, this guy is nothing more than fluffy grass."

Cao Ang did not dare to refute, quietly turned his head away, took Zhong Ping to heart, and looked up and down seriously.

...I'm not that bad. This kid looks weak at first glance. He can't fight. What's there to learn from him?

"You really didn't go hunting?" Cao Cao asked again abruptly.

"Hit, ah..."

Cao Ang opened his mouth, but almost didn't react. He just blurted out the fact that he was skipping class. Fortunately, he swallowed it in time and changed it to: "Ah, no, no."

"Okay, okay, go back to your mother's place as soon as possible."

Cao Cao waved his hand helplessly, his face full of impatience.

"Okay, I understand, kid." Cao Ang, as if he had been granted amnesty, bent down and saluted, turned around and walked out.

"Didn't you hunt a deer?" Cao Cao asked casually.

"It's not that I didn't bring the Hushan Dog with me..." Cao Ang replied subconsciously. He noticed something was wrong as soon as he said the words, and he couldn't hide it now.

He licked his lips, a little sweat appeared on his nose, and quickly cast a look at Xun Yu asking for help.

"Okay, don't wink here. No matter how old you are, you still have the same childish mentality!"

Cao Cao didn't know his son's character, so it would be strange if he didn't go hunting.

After defrauding Cao Ang, he didn't bother to worry about it anymore. This guy was a habitual offender. In short, there was no way out if he didn't study the classics.

He also said, "My father will kill me." I don't know what he thought I was going to do to him.

That's all, let him go today.

Cao Cao chose to let Cao Ang go for once.

"Come here, I have met Taishi Ling. From now on, I will follow Taishi Ling and learn from him. If you offend Taishi Ling, I will not forgive you!"

Cao Cao pulled Cao Ang to the ground with a straight face.

Cao Ang was completely stunned.

Taishi Ling?

This guy is about the same age as me. What kind of family is this powerful?

Zhong Ping and Cao Ang stared at each other with big eyes.

Look at what I'm doing. Boss Cao forced me to be your teacher. I don't want to do math yet! Why are you staring at me?

"Zhongping, Zhongboheng, I have met my eldest brother."

Zhong Ping was defeated first. He felt that if he didn't speak, Cao Ang probably wouldn't speak either.

Although according to his identity, Cao Ang should be the first to introduce himself.

However, Zhongping is one year younger than Cao Ang after all, so he does not have an advantage in terms of age. Besides, it is still Cao Cao's choice to say that guests can do as they please.

As long as you can be patient, I won't care about this little thing.

If I had to say it, I would be more than thirty years old in my two lifetimes. Wouldn't Cao Ang have to call me uncle...

With Zhong Ping thinking like this, he didn't care about Cao Ang's impoliteness at this time.

Cao Ang was initially shocked by Zhong Ping's identity as "Taishi Ling" and did not respond for a while.

At this time, he saw that Zhongpei not only didn't care, but also took off his identity and took the initiative to introduce himself. He was so humble that he didn't look like the kind of playboy he imagined who would forcefully buy an official title based on his family connections.

Cao Ang felt guilty and admired him at the same time. He felt that Zhongping was also a person who was not bound by vulgar etiquette, and he felt that he had similar interests.

"Cao Zixiu, I have seen Taishi Ling." Cao Ang was a straightforward and enthusiastic person. Since he knew that he had made a mistake, he decisively paid tribute to the common people and paid homage to the officials, and his apology was included in it.

Thongpei was startled.

No, just say it, kneel down and pray, it really doesn’t matter.

He hurriedly helped Cao Ang up and said, "Eldest brother, why do you do this great gift? Pinggu doesn't dare to accept it."

Cao Ang's face turned red. He was too embarrassed to say that he had misunderstood Zhongping's character. He was so stubborn that he insisted on fulfilling the etiquette and kowtow to Zhongping twice.

Zhong Ping was so worried that he didn't even know what happened and why Cao Ang had to kowtow to him.

Doesn't this put me on the fire?

The same goes for Boss Cao. Just let your son do whatever he wants. If you really want to knock him down, what should you call him?

Zhongping had no choice but to forcefully end the topic. He stretched out his sleeves, clasped his hands, and bowed deeply to Cao Cao.

"Uncle, I suddenly had an idea. It seems that I have a better way to solve the problem of rain and waterlogging. I wonder if I can borrow my uncle's pen and ink to use it?"

It was rare for Cao Cao to see Cao Ang deflated, and he wanted to watch more with interest. After returning, he joked a little with Mrs. Ding.

Hearing Zhong Ping suddenly bring up the matter of fighting against flooding, he guessed that this was a more serious excuse for him to avoid Cao Ang. However, seeing that Zhong Ping looked serious and did not seem to be hypocritical, he straightened up, suppressed the smile on his face, and said seriously: "The pen and ink are here, Bo Heng can use them."

Cao Ang was still kneeling on the ground, half bent at the waist. Zhong Ping jumped in front of Cao Cao in a few steps, avoiding Cao Ang's bow.

"Rain floods?" Cao Ang was startled, and his attention was diverted just as Zhong Ping thought.

He also knew the priority of the matter, so he stood up directly from the ground, moved to the table, and followed the tip of Zhongping's pen with his eyes.

Zhongping first drew the shapes of the three things: Mai Long, Mai Sha, Mai Chuo, and carefully marked the methods of using each: how to rely on it, how to exert force, etc.

"When the wheat harvest is completed, the remaining wheat that has not yet matured but cannot survive rain and waterlogging can be made into silage. The whole harvested wheat plant is chopped into green materials, sealed and stored, and can be made into feed."

"This kind of green material is very useful for feeding horses and plowing cattle, and it can be stored for a long enough time. If it is traded with the Xiongnu, it will not be difficult to exchange it for enough grain and grass to survive the whole season."

"We can take advantage of this opportunity to start repairing the water level. The terrain of Dongjun is flat and is not suitable for water storage on slopes."

"If Caoqu can be integrated, establishing a 'Qushe' might be a way... Well, I will write down the 'Qushe' matters in a document and ask my uncle to review them."

Zhongping thought for a while and added: "Uncle, don't worry about the difficulty of transporting water after reducing the number of ditches. Ping has something that can solve the difficulty of transporting water in the dry season."

Cao Ang was stunned.

Well, isn't this young gentleman Taishi Ling? How come he is so proficient in water conservancy? Where did his father find the talent?

I always feel that this young gentleman seems to be omnipotent and can give the correct answer no matter what I ask.

Wait, if you put it this way, if I take Mr. Xiao as my teacher, wouldn’t that mean...

Cao Ang: It seems that I suddenly found the right way to skip class.
Chapter completed!