When people heard that I was going to get married, there was an uproar again. Several old men named by me listened to me. Sure enough, they were happy to smooth their beards and ask some great gods to write an invitation for me. This is what I had thought for a long time. First, I am now a member of talent cultivation. The invitation should pay attention to the humanities and heritage. When it comes to writing an invitation, there is also a sad thing, In other words, a friend of mine got married the year before last. He had many friends in his family. Before getting married, he asked me to help him fill in the invitation. It was just to write a date, and then write the name of the person invited and the name of the hotel. I excitedly went to help write more than 20 copies. My friend''s father looked at it for a long time, and then left without saying a word, Later, I overheard the old man say to my friend, "let''s call these more than 20 people..." then I lit a fire and burned all the more than 20 invitations. I still said something in my mouth: "to make people think I wrote this word, where should I put my old face?" Since then, I have become a heart disease. In addition to going to the bank, I refuse to write anywhere. My words on the market are definitely less than those calligraphers with ten thousand gold words. Moreover, in view of the many strokes of "Xiao Qiang", I especially envy the classmate named "Ding Yi" in our middle school

    Of course, if I ask the masters to help me write invitations, I don''t have to worry about their identity being seen through. This is the bottom line. In fact, I have been contradictory. On the one hand, I''m afraid that the outflow of the masters'' works will bring me trouble, but on the other hand, I don''t want to let them miss this era, How many calligraphy lovers and even calligraphers can only copy the posts that have been copied without aura. How much contribution can Wang Xizhi make to traditional culture by letting them produce more works? So I think a compromise is to let them write a lot of irrelevant content with their own handwriting. For example, "study hard and make progress every day".

    Although the old men were happy to help, considering that they were not familiar with simplified characters, I asked Xiao rang to help them work. The heroes also shouted that they would drink freely that day. It seems that there is no need to worry about someone filling my wine that day.

    After the meeting, the three famous doctors consulted Hua Mulan. After half an hour of debate and research, finally... Tan bang, because they all insisted that they were right. There were great differences on some medicines. Finally, Hua Tuo withdrew temporarily and decided to use acupuncture to help Mulan. Bian Que and an Daoquan agreed to write a prescription for the patient to make the final evaluation. In the times, the flat magpie is earlier than the last two. Hua Tuo and an Daoquan also respect him, but when it comes to specific medical treatment, these three old men really mean "I love my predecessors, but I love the truth more".

    Overall, the meeting deepened mutual understanding. It has enhanced their feelings. Of course, it has also broadened the historical knowledge of some people who were born earlier, so that they can really "know five hundred years ago and five hundred years later". In view of the success of this conference, we decided to hold an internal customer meeting once a week in the future. If new people come, we should hold a small welcome meeting, and this has gradually become a practice.

    When I just called Liu Bang and conveyed his greetings to Su Wu, the blacksmith''s son pushed the door and ran in. He saw me and said, "Mr. Xiao. My father said you''d better shoot the gun."

    Xiang Yu left without saying a word. The heroes asked me one after another, "what do you want a gun for?"

    "Brother Yu wants to duel with ER Pang." As I said, I followed Xiang Yu to the blacksmith''s shop.

    "Who is er Pang?" Zhang Shun said inexplicably.

    "Lubu!"

    The heroes immediately screamed and ran after us, shouting, "what''s their feud?" Even Yan Zhenqing and Wu Daozi ran out. King of Chu and Lv Bu, as long as they know these two names, no matter civil or military, they certainly don''t want to miss them.

    When we arrived at the blacksmith''s shop, a big gun taller than a man was placed in the most conspicuous place. Xiang Yu ran up, picked it up and looked at it carefully. The blacksmith is obviously very confident in his craft. Sitting there, he said with a smile, "how are you, satisfied?"

    Xiang Yu held the big gun flat on his chest. He looked down and rubbed the gun body. It seemed that he was satisfied with the weight, but he didn''t say anything else.

    The head of this big gun is more than half longer than that of an ordinary gun. It is covered with hemp patterns. The body of the gun is slightly thinner than the cup. The neck and tail of the gun swallow gold. Don''t say so. It''s majestic just looking at it.

    Tang Long came out more and more. He stretched out his hand to Xiang Yu and said, "let me see." He took the gun in his hand and praised, "good weight!" Looking at the gun head again, he was surprised and said, "this is actually serious Damascus steel. We don''t have land. This is something like cutting iron like mud." He looked at the body of the gun again and said, "well, although the swallow is gold-plated, it''s full of blood." After hearing what he said, I understood that the blacksmith had put all the 2000 yuan in his work cost.

    The blacksmith stood up and said with a little excitement, "expert!"

    The blacksmith''s son cried, "that''s our teacher."

    Tang long looked for a long time and didn''t let go. He smacked his mouth and said, "it''s a pity that this gun can''t fight."

    The blacksmith was stunned and said, "fight? Who still fights with this thing now? The gun head uses good steel. I just want to wear."

    Tang Long''s words seemed to mention Xiang Yu''s heart. He put his hand on Tang Long''s shoulder and asked, "do you think it can be changed?"

    Tang Long said, "of course."

    "How long will it take?"

    Tang Long took off his coat and said, "it''s just a matter of time." He shouted to the cheering heroes in the crowd, "come two strong men!"

    Xiang Yu said, "I''m one."

    Li Kui rushed out of the crowd with his sleeves and said, "what do you want me to do?"

    Tang Long said, "shake the bellows."

    Rural blacksmiths still use the furnace that shakes the bellows in the past. Xiang Yu and Li Kui sit on two tuyeres left and right. Fortunately, they don''t need any skills in this work. Just get rid of their arms and play with their lives.

    When Tang Long saw the fire in the stove gradually blazing, he suddenly grabbed the tail of the gun and put the first half of the gun body in. The blacksmith was surprised and said, "what are you doing?"

    Tang long ignored him and quietly watched the gun body turn red. Then he grabbed a handful of iron powder and held it to his mouth. He raised the red gun body out of the flame and carefully blew the iron powder on it. The gun body was black and red, flickering and blowing repeatedly for a while. Tang long quenched the place where the iron powder had been blown in a bucket. Everyone, including the blacksmith, did not know what he was going to do, Just watch.

    After the first half of the gun was quenched, Tang Long grabbed the gun head and made the second half like this. After the whole gun was processed, the gun rod was full of fine iron slag. I felt it prick when I touched it. I asked him, "can this gun still be used?"

    Tang Long took the gun and threw it on the sand outside. Then he rolled the gun around in the sand for a while, picked it up and wiped it with his clothes. Then he looked at the iron powder, which had become smooth small particles and integrated with the gun body. Moreover, looking at it, the iron powder was not blown up indiscriminately, but twisted into a curve. Now it looks like an Oolong coiled on the gun, In this way, the long gun body no longer appears monotonous. Most importantly, it has changed from a work of art to a murderous weapon.

    The blacksmith immediately shamelessly asked, "master, what''s the use of your doing this except beauty?"

    Tang Long pointed out the gun to him and said, "in this way, the friction between the hand and the barrel can be increased. The most important thing is that in winter, the iron gun body will not excite the hand so much, and it can prevent it from freezing on the ground after it is soaked in water."

    The blacksmith was stunned. He patted his son who was also stunned next to him: "learn from the master in the future, do you hear me?"

    Tang Long smiled, carefully pointed the gun head on the grinding wheel and solemnly handed it to Xiang Yu: "brother Xiang, are you satisfied?"

    Xiang Yu really played with the gun for a while, and finally said in a deep voice: "with this gun in hand, fat man is afraid of bad luck." Speaking of this, Xiang Yu threw the gun into my arms and took out the phone to dial. I soon heard Er Pang''s voice: "hello?"

    "I found my horse and my gun. When will the war begin?"

    Er Pang thought for a moment and said, "what do you say?"

    Xiang Yu snorted, "it''s better to pick the sun than hit the sun. I think it''s good today."

    Me: "

    Er Pang said, "wait a minute. I''ll ask our boss what he means."

    I blushed and my neck was thick: "

    After a while, er Pang said, "well, our boss agreed. In two hours, you can find it in his villa in chunkong mountain?"

    I planed my foot pedal: "

    Xiang Yu said, "it''s a deal."

    He hung up, looked around and wondered, "Hey, where''s my gun?"

    I was dying: "

    Xiang Yu glanced at the ground, picked up the gun pressed on my chest and said with a smile, "Xiaoqiang, what are you doing lying on the ground?" Seeing that I couldn''t get up, he leaned down and put his ear to my mouth and asked, "did you have something to say just now? What do you want to say?"

    It took me a long time to say, "I''m crushed... I''m crushed to death!"