"What? Ama, the thief in the sky?" He Chun didn't understand at all. He knew that his friend's brother was not serious and loved to joke, so he asked Jiang Zhongyuan next to him, "Minqiao, what is Yuanbao talking about?" ?」
"That's it, that..." Jiang Zhongyuan looked around and found that there was no outsider, so he lowered his voice and said to He Chun, "Yuting, do you know that Heavenly Father Emperor?"
"I know!" He Chun nodded, "Isn't that just a lie made up by the long-haired thieves to trick the ignorant untouchables into revolting together?"
Jiang Zhongyuan frowned deeply, "Yuting, then...that Heavenly Father Emperor is probably not made up!"
"Didn't you make it up? Could it be..."
"It's true!" Yuanbao said with a frightened look on his face, "Master He, Lord Jiji and Jiang, and many brothers all saw it with their own eyes!"
"Have you really seen... Heavenly Father, no, have you seen the long-haired thief Ama in the sky?" He Chun's eyes almost bulged out when he asked, and he even fought against the long-haired one. I've been beaten to death for so long, but I never thought that there really is a Heavenly Father in this long-haired sky!
"No, I didn't see Amma, the thief with hair in the sky," Motoho explained, "but I saw Amma, the thief with hair in the sky, sending demons down to earth!"
"Demon...demon?" He Chun still felt that this Yuanbao was unreliable, so he looked at Jiang Zhongyuan again, "Minqiao..."
Jiang Zhongyuan nodded and said: "It's true! Riding on purple thunder, driving a speeding car, falling from the sky..."
"Wait, Purple Thunder?" He Chun was shocked, "Is it a purple thunder ball?"
It turned out that He Chun also saw the thunder ball sent to Luo Yaoguo, but he was far away from the battlefield and did not see anyone in the thunder ball.
"Yes, yes! That monster came out of that purple thunder ball!"
"Master He, you also saw it, it was scary at the time..."
Jiang Zhongyuan and Yuanbao nodded repeatedly, and then they talked to each other, and they brought Luo Yaoguo down from the sky, and then used a magic bicycle to smash the Qing army's artillery array, causing the Qing army's morale to be shaken, and the Taiping army to go berserk. This process added salt and vinegar. He Hechun said it again.
He Chun heard that beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. When he heard that Motobao was hit by the "demon" with his car and "hurt both humans and demons", his eyes became full of admiration when he saw Motobao. He also provoked Brother Thumb and said to Motoho: "Motoho, so you knocked that monster off the bus? You are Batulu! By the way, that monster... was caught?" "
"No," Yuanbao said with a scared look on his face, "I just knocked him off the flying car, and a ferocious long-haired female general led a group of female soldiers and child soldiers to kill him... If it hadn't been for me When they pretended to be dead, they rushed to carry the monster away with the demon and the car. I...I am now a loyal martyr of the Qing Dynasty!"
"What a pity..." After hearing what Yuan Bao said, He Chun breathed a sigh of relief at first - this demon didn't seem to be very powerful, and then muttered.
"He-sama, what are you saying is a pity?" Yuanbao was confused by what he meant and looked at He Chunwen with his eyes wide open.
He Chun knew that the other party had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "It's a pity that I didn't catch the demon... Without evidence, I can't repay you!"
"Proof? Yes!" Yuanbao said, lifting up the pocket containing the moon cake gift box, "This is it!"
"This is..." He Chun looked at the pocket carefully.
One look at this pocket shows that it is not a mortal possession!
He Chun couldn't tell what material it was made of? It must be very expensive anyway!
There is also a painting of Chang'e flying to the moon on this pocket. Let's not say whether the painting is good or not. He Chun can't tell just what kind of paint was used to paint it.
Master He Chunhe came from a wealthy family in Zhenghuang Banner. His surname was Hesheli. He was a descendant of Xifu, the brother of Sony, the assistant minister of Kangxi. The family has been rich for more than two hundred years. What good things have he not seen? But it happened. Nothing can compare with the pocket that holds the mooncake gift box...
"There's more!" Yuanbao said, having already taken out a mooncake gift box from Lianxianglou, "Master, take a look at this."
"Oh, this box..." He Chun took the mooncake gift box with both hands and began to examine it, "Lianxianglou, a famous mooncake, a time-honored Chinese brand, was founded in... What is this word? "
He Chun saw four Arabic numerals... he didn't recognize them! So he waved to his Shaoxing master: "Master Zhou, come here and take a look, what are these four characters?"
An old man in his fifties, wearing a long gown and a melon-pipe hat, who was a bit skinny, with a gray braid on the back of his head, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, shook his folding fan and came over when he heard the words. Haru glanced at the four Arabic numerals with his fingers and immediately smiled and said: "Return to Dong Weng, these four are foreign numerals. In our words, they are one thousand eight hundred and eighty-nine."
"Founded in 1889..." He Chun asked, "Is this the year of foreigners?"
Master Zhou nodded: "Dong Weng, your sage, this is indeed the way of counting the years of the foreigners... As far as the students know, the foreigners regard the year of the birth of Jesus as the first year, and this year is already one thousand eight hundred and fifty-two Years have passed. This one thousand eight hundred and eighty-nine years will be...thirty-seven years later!"
"Thirty-seven years later?" He Chun was stunned, "Is this a mooncake made thirty-seven years later? I need to open my eyes..."
As he spoke, he wanted to open it and take a look, but he couldn't open the tin box no matter how hard he tried - the mooncake box was sealed with transparent tape, and of course it couldn't be opened unless the tape was removed.
"Sir," Motoho reminded from the side, "this box cannot be opened... I guess you have to recite some kind of spell to open it."
"Want to recite a spell?" He Chun said, "Then this box containing mooncakes is a magic weapon!"
"Student, congratulations to Dong Weng!" Master Zhou heard what He Chun said and was already waving a paper fan to congratulate He Chun.
"Congratulations?" He Chun was stunned, "Master, what else am I happy about?"
"Of course it's you, Master Jiang, and Master Yuan who defeated Changmao in Shuitang Bay, destroyed the demon, and seized a magic weapon..." Master Zhou smiled and gave Brother Thumbs up, "This is a great achievement!"
"It makes sense!" He Chun suddenly laughed, "The battle across the Reservoir Bay in Coi Yi was indeed a great victory. I must report my victory to the emperor and Saishang Assai!"
"He-sama," Motobao still felt a little guilty and reminded in a low voice, "He-sama, this Coiyidu... seems to have failed to win!"
He Chun glared at Yuan Bao: "Why didn't you win? Is Changmao blocked by us at the Raincoat Crossing now?"
"Ah...it's indeed blocked."
"How much was gained in the battle at Coiyidu?" He Chun asked again.
"No less than five hundred enemies can be killed!" Jiang Zhongyuan hurriedly extended a slap, "Yuting, this is a real number!"
He Chun nodded: "Five hundred times ten...it's not too much to quote five thousand, right?"
"Not too much, absolutely not too much!" Jiang Zhongyuan replied.
Although he was a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, he had been doing a lot of deceiving the emperor these days. Otherwise, how could he have been promoted so fast? How many days had it been? From the county magistrate to the prefect! How could he not deceive the emperor?
How can you make progress if you don't deceive the emperor? If you really want to tell the truth, then Saitang, Zhou Futai, Xiangjunmen, Hechun and Zongzhen will all have to be executed and sent to the army!
Therefore, he, Jiang Zhongyuan, was also involved in things like turning defeat into victory and multiplying the result by ten!
"Did Motoho defeat the demon?" He Chun asked again.
"That's right!" Jiang Zhongyuan pointed at the box of mooncakes, "All the magic weapons have been seized, so of course we are defeated!"
He Chun nodded and said, "Isn't that enough? Master Zhou, come and write a memorial and report to the emperor and report the victory to Saitang!"
"Students draft a draft immediately!" Master Zhou smiled and took He Chun's order, and said, "Dong Weng, students also know a thing or two about fine brushwork and white drawing... Why don't we let students follow Master Yuan's descriptions? , draw two portraits of monsters and send them to the Emperor and Saitou?"
"Okay!" He Chun nodded, "Yuanbao, please tell Master Zhou what the demon descended from the sky looks like!"
"twitter!"
Yuanbao responded quickly. He listened to He Chun and Jiang Zhongyuan talking a lot of questions and answers. Suddenly he felt that he had defeated the demon and he had to repay his merits and win the whole of Batur! They are so good. The last one in the clan was Batulu or Obai!
Master Zhou was very nimble with his hands and feet. He immediately laid out the rice paper, prepared the ink, took a long and thin brush and prepared to create art: "Master Yuan, tell me quickly, that demon is long What's it like?"
Yuanbao thought for a moment and said to Master Zhou: "The demon is quite tall. He wears yellow clothes and a yellow hat that looks like a pair of rabbit ears. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He has no beard. He rides on it. A two-wheeled car, the two wheels are one in front and one in the back, and there is a seat between the two wheels..."
"Okay! Mr. Yuan, take a look, is it like this?" Master Zhou wrote like a fly, and he finished the painting in a short time.
Chapter completed!