Chapter 33 Cao Cao and Lu Bu handed over troops Nanye Guo Jia made trouble in Jizhou 9

When Guo Jiaxing rushed to the post office, Zhang Yan had not returned from the betrothal gift. Wangdang has a servant in the post hall to take care of him and doesn't have to worry about Nanye. As soon as Guo Jia entered the yard, he saw Nan Ye and Dian Wei playing chess in the yard.

Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine are compulsory courses for ancient literati, and Guo Jia is also a master of chess. As soon as they saw them playing chess, they couldn't help but come forward with great interest. However, he was dumbfounded when he saw that the black and white chess pieces were concentrated in the middle of the chessboard, but there was nothing in the corner.

There is a saying in the term "golden horn silver edge grass belly", which means that the efficiency of the corner surrounding the ground is higher than that in the middle of the chessboard, so chess players start from the corner. Guo Jia has never seen anyone start to play chess from the middle of the chessboard. He looked carefully for a while and found that their chess path was not playing Go at all, but trying to connect the pieces into a line, and at the same time to prevent the other party from connecting the pieces into a straight line.

Although this rule is simple, Guo Jia found it very interesting and couldn't take his eyes off it. At this time, when it was Nan Ye's turn, Guo Jia saw Nan Ye put a white chess piece on the chess board, and four white chess pieces were connected into a line. Guo Jia thought that Dian Wei would block it with black chess, but he saw Dian Wei shaking his head and said, "Go four to live three, and the mage won again!"

Nan Ye looked up with a smile and said to Guo Jia, "Fengxiao is here!"

Dian Wei also noticed Guo Jia for a long time, but he had been intoxicated with the chess game and didn't say hello. At this time, he also got up to salute Guo Jia.

Guo Jia was not a ceremonial person. Seeing that Nan Ye and Dian Wei were so casual, he was also at home and directly asked Nan Ye, "What kind of chess did the mage and the leader play?"

Nan Ye replied, "This is called gobang, and the five pieces will win if they form a line. Hong Fei and I are both not good at chess, which is ingenious. It made Feng Xiaojian laugh."

Nan Ye really can't play Go, and there are no cards in the post hall, so he pulled Dian Wei to play gobang to pass the time. Unexpectedly, Guo Jia happened to bump into him.

Guo Jia listened to Nan Ye's rules and took a look at the chess game and said, "No wonder the leader wants to admit defeat, which is to block these four sons. As long as the mage loses another son, it will be another four-son connected, and the two ends are connected and can no longer be blocked. I often hear that there are chess among the people. The rules are simple and change endlessly and it is very interesting. Presumably, the mage's gobang is also one of them. I wonder if the mage can teach me a game?

Nanye knew Guo Jia was smart, but he didn't expect him to see through the chess road of four lives at a glance. What Nan Ye didn't expect was that there had been a long history of Gobang among the ancient people, but it was not just called this name. The rules are also diverse, some five consecutive wins, some six consecutive wins, and some need to be placed into specific graphics. However, most of these playing methods are not on the stage, and the following Go is still the mainstream. Therefore, Guo Jia can play Go, but he has never played gobang.

When Nan Ye saw Guo Jia's interest, he played two games with him. Anyway, it was easy to win or lose this gobang. However, after two games, Nanye never went out with Guo Jia again. Because he found that he could not beat Guo Jia, a dark man at all. This guy was simply a pervert. He only watched one game and listened to Nan Ye's rules, he was a master demeanor. Nan Ye, who bullied him, had no power to fight back.

"No more! I admit defeat! Fengxiao is too powerful!" Nan Ye threw the chess pieces on the chessboard.

Guo Jia laughed and said, "Although this chess is interesting, it has countless changes less than Go. It is not difficult and suitable for children to play."

Nan Ye pretended to be angry and said, "Well, Guo Fengxiao, you actually compare me to a child. Be careful that I won't propose marriage to you."

Although Guo Jia has recognized Nanye as the main one, after all, he has just been together for two days and doesn't know Nan Ye's heart. He played chess with Nan Ye just as an excuse. In fact, he wanted to test how Nan Ye was. That's why he won two games without hesitation and made fun of him. At this time, seeing that Nan Ye was not really angry, but joked with himself, Guo Jia saw that Nan Ye was by no means a chicken-hearted person.

Guo Jia, who was relieved, knew that Nan Ye was not really angry, so he got up and smiled and said, "Master, don't be angry!" Guo Jia apologized to the mage and asked the mage to propose marriage as soon as possible.

Nan Ye smiled and said, "The bride price has not been prepared yet. Don't be impatient with filial piety. It's still early today and I have nothing to do. I might as well go to the porridge shed to have a look.

Guo Jia nodded when he heard the words. He knew that Nan Ye wanted to see Zhen Mi, and he also wanted to see Zhen Rong, so that he could tell her the good news of Master Nan Ye's marriage proposal.

After the two went out with Dian Wei, Guo Jiadang led the way and walked for a while. Nan Ye felt that there were obviously more refugees around him, and they were all walking in the same direction. The three walked hundreds of steps forward with the flow of people, and Nanye saw a linen roof from afar, where many refugees gathered.

These refugees are yellow and thin, and several of them are as thin as skeletons with a layer of skin, which makes people unable to see. Nan Ye took care of Wang Dang these days. He thought that Wang Dang, who had just left prison, was thin enough, but compared with these disaster victims, Nan Ye found that Wang Dang was really not thin. Because Wang Dang's thinness knew at a glance that fat people were hungry and thin, at least the foundation was still there, and these disaster victims seemed to have not eaten enough since birth.

It's okay if they are just thin and weak. The clothes of the victims are as shabby as their bodies. Patches and patches are good clothes, and some people are simply naked. Looking at these disaster victims, Nan Ye felt sad and helpless. If the Jizhou Dart Bureau is still there, these people can completely move to Jiaozhou for refuge. But at this time, Nan Ye could do nothing. Even if he knew in his heart that he could not save all the people in the world by himself, Nanye couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the disaster victims in such a miserable situation.

The more the three people move forward, the denser the disaster victims will be. Nan Ye can already smell the faint smell of bad in the air. Near the porridge shed, Nan Ye noticed that these disaster victims were lined up in a long line, each with different utensils in their hands. Some people hold broken bowls, some people hold half a water can, and some people hold only one curved tile in their hands.

Several people were busy in the porridge shed. They scooped out the porridge in the pot with a copper spoon and poured it into those strange objects. After receiving the thanks, the victims will carefully leave with their daily rations and find a shaded corner to devour. It seems that a handful of porridge is the most delicious thing in the world.

The more Nan Ye looked at it, the more he felt heartbroken and even forgot his original intention of coming here. The victims in front of him secretly made him make up his mind that he must let the people of the world live a prosperous life like the people of Jiaozhou, and there is no need to worry about hunger, cold and war.

Guo Jia has been here several times, and even if she has nothing to do, she will come here to see if her heart is there. Therefore, his feelings for these victims are not as deep as that of Nan Ye. At this time, the three had approached the porridge shed. Guo Jia, who led the way, stopped and pointed to Nan Ye with his hand and said, "The mage is lucky! The girl who served porridge for the victims was Zhen Mi.

When Nanye heard Guo Jia's mention, he remembered what he was doing and hurriedly looked in the direction of Guo Jia's finger. With just a glance, Nanye couldn't help crying, because the scene in front of him was really touching and evoked Nanye's infinite memories.

Nan Ye originally thought that the smiling face of Diao Chan in the white pigeons was the most beautiful picture in the world. But at this moment, he realized that Zhen Mi, who gave porridge to the victims, was more beautiful than Diao Chan. This is not to say that Zhen Mi looks more beautiful than Diao Chan, but that her actions give full play to the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature. This kind of touching beauty made Nanye forget to save and take stars.

As Guo Jia said, Zhen Mi is young and should be at the age of cardamom. However, the little girl's figure is very tall, with a slender waist and slender legs, so that Zhen Mi's size will catch up with adults and looks older than her actual age. A dark hair coiled behind the head extremely casually, looking elegant and spiritual. The pretty face without fat powder is a pair of big watery eyes, bright and spiritual. Little Lori's unique and tearful delicate skin makes people want to kiss.

Zhen Mi is undoubtedly a beautiful blank, but this is not the reason why Nan Ye was moved to tears. What stunned Nan Ye was what Zhen Mi was doing. At this time, Zhen Mi was not wearing gorgeous clothes, only a thin cloth and an apron around his waist. This dress is almost the same as the servant beside her who is serving porridge. And what Zhen Mi did was the same as that of a servant and a servant.

Zhen Mi held a copper spoon in his right hand and a broken bowl in his left hand, and his cuffs were held high, revealing half of his white arm like lotus root. She gently scooped up the porridge in the pot and slowly poured it into the broken bowl of her left hand. She moved skillfully and steadily to prevent the porridge from splashing a little.

Unlike those servants who only scoop a spoonful of porridge, Zhen Mi always tries to fill the broken bowls and hand them to the disaster victims in front of them. Every time he handed out the bowl, Zhen Mi had a sweet smile, without a trace of disgust and disgust. Even in the face of those disaster victims who were as thin as skeletons and had a strange smell, his smile remained unchanged at all.

The disaster victims also seem to know that this gentle and gentle beautiful girl gives more porridge, so the disaster victims in front of Zhen Mi is particularly long, but Zhen Mi is not impatient at all. Naturally, those servants and servants did not dare to let their masters suffer from being lazy, so they also served as much porridge as possible for the disaster victims. Even so, the disaster victims were still willing to line up in front of Zhen Mi just to take a look at the heartwarming smiling face, and then sincerely said, "Thank you!"

Nan Ye also accidentally noticed a detail. There were several pink spots on Zhen Mi's white forearm and tender jade hands, which seemed to be unrecovered marks left by burns. If Nan Ye hadn't seen it in person, it would have been really difficult to imagine that a well-dressed girl like Zhen Mi could still insist on smiling in the case of porridge and burns. What a kind girl she is! Zhen Mi in front of him made Nan Ye can't help recall Cai Yan, who fell ill by applying medicine during the plague in Luoyang. How similar are the two girls? The same beauty, the same gentleness and kindness, the same tearful.