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Outside the street gate, there is a table, two chairs, and two people.
There are no people of high or low status in front of the chessboard. Some people just turn the chess pieces into soldiers and fight vertically and horizontally.
After guessing, Fang Xing said: "There were seventeen ways in the Han and Wei dynasties, and later it became nineteen ways. So far, the way of Go has been completed, but it is limited by the rules. There is always a feeling that the intention is not yet completed. Today you and I are playing chess. There are no rules to follow, it¡¯s just arbitrary.¡±
After saying that, Fang Xing, who got the white piece, leaned forward slightly and placed a piece on Dong Jian's side.
Dong Jian pondered for a moment, and also placed a star on Fang Xing's side.
Standing beside him were Sha Hei and a few men who saw the excitement and knew a bit about Go.
The three houses where Fang Xing lived were originally a shop. Later, the family found an opportunity and moved back to Xuanfu, and the place became vacant.
There are several shops on this street. Seeing the bustle here, those people stopped doing business and came over to watch from a distance of more than ten steps.
For most people, Go is a mysterious game. It is impossible to imagine how the same black and white stones can play a thrilling game on the nineteen-lane chessboard.
Fang Xing¡¯s second son fell directly on the small eye. The only layout knowledge Dong Jian learned was the seat, so he still started with two consecutive stars.
The third son, Fang Xing landed on Sanjiu - the Chinese stream has made its debut!
Dong Jian was a little at a loss as the third son had not been able to fall.
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After Atai got up, he drank tea first and then ate some cakes.
Walking out of the tent, Atai saw Yue Lu.
"Your Majesty, our people have to continue to build the camp today."
Yuelu was rubbing her belly, as if she was trying her best to hold back something.
Atai nodded and said: "The ecstasy will definitely come, so the stronger the camp is built, the safer we will be. People have to keep an eye on it and don't do any fraud."
Yuelu groaned, "Yes, Your Majesty Your Majesty, I I have to go to the toilet."
"Huh"
A sharp fart was released right in front of Atai. Then the fart sound became dull. Yuelu didn't care about his decency and ran to the temporary toilet with his buttocks between his legs.
Atai frowned and covered his nose, then quickly walked out of this section of the road.
"Pull it up!"
Not far away, a dozen people were dismembering trees, and a group of children were waiting nearby.
The ax and saw worked together, and it didn¡¯t take long for the big tree to be broken down into pieces. Then the children swarmed up and snatched up the branches that fell to the ground.
Although the migration was difficult, we finally reached our destination successfully, but we were running out of fuel.
Watching this scene, Atai said, "Can we organize people to collect some firewood?"
Yuelu was not there, and someone from the guard behind said: "Your Majesty, there are many things going on right now, and I don't have time to go."
"Hurry up!"
Atai slowly inspected along the fence.
A trench must be dug in front of the fence, and it must be dug very deep. This is a requirement of the Ming army.
Rows of people stood on the edge of the trench, struggling to lift the baskets filled with mud, and then transported them to the camp. It is said that some Ming people will teach everyone how to build mud houses, which are much better than tents in winter.
Why! Atai looked at this scene with some confusion. He was worried that these herdsmen would slowly get used to Ming people's way of life and no longer be willing to live hard by the grass.
By that time, the Tatars no longer have their own specialties, and if they want to support themselves, they may have to seek help from the Ming Dynasty.
Farming?
Atai looked at his well-maintained white and fat hands, and imagined that these hands were holding a hoe, and his interest suddenly faded.
But when he thought of what happened to the Wala people in the future, Atai smiled unkindly.
Hahaha! And that damn Arutai, what a bullshit grand master, just like Tuohuan, he treats these so-called Khans as puppets and scolds them at every turn.
"It would be best if they all died!"
Atai took a sip and returned with the others.
Tens of thousands of tribesmen all gathered here, and tents were everywhere. However, the Ming army had rules and all tents must be placed in order, so it didn't look chaotic at all and was in order.
A monk was giving a sermon, and a large group of people gathered around him, all kneeling in front of the monk devoutly.
Atai stopped and remembered that he had been lucky enough to see tenThe grand scene of the Heavenly Demon Dance is really nostalgic.
The monk¡¯s voice when preaching was low, and the people around him gradually lowered their eyes, feeling peaceful in their hearts.
But Atai couldn't do it. He was thinking about the future development of the Tatar tribe, so when the two emotions came into contact, he immediately became irritable.
At this time, the herdsmen followed the monk and began to chant sutras with loud voices.
Atai turned around and saw that his bodyguards were all dignified, and couldn't help but snorted.
At the same time, someone opened the curtain of a nearby tent, and soon there was a metal object reflecting the light.
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Xinghe Fort has been quiet recently, and Fang Xing has taken over the power, so Zhang Yu, who has nothing to do, can only direct the Tatars to repair the camp and teach the signaling flags to unify the two sides.
After checking it out in the morning, Zhang Yu returned to the city.
Today, a group of baggage trains happened to be coming from Xuanfu and were inspected outside the fort gate.
Zhang Yu took a closer look and happened to spot a bag of flour.
"The flour is so white, it will definitely taste delicious when made into pancakes"
Several Tatars outside the fort came over with envy. They could not afford such high-end food.
Zhang Yu smiled, the Tatar tribe has been very busy these days, and the grazing work has been left to the old people and children.
These people are probably lazy.
After the Tatars approached, one of them reached out to touch the flour, and a sergeant scolded: "Stay away, these are life-saving grains, no one dares to take advantage!"
The Tatar took a step back, glanced at the smiling Zhang Yu, and then said a few words in Mongolian and Yuan dialect.
Zhang Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately began to retreat, preparing to draw his sword at the same time.
The Tatars who can understand the Ming Dynasty actually use Mongolian and Yuan dialect to talk to the guards of Xinghe Fort. This is
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There are more than sixty chess pieces on the chessboard. Except for black's lower left corner, everything else looks in danger.
The so-called gold horn and silver edge grass belly, but Fang Xing went against the grain. He caught the black chess' slowness from the beginning, and then suppressed the black chess three ways below.
¡°It¡¯s too thick!¡±
Dong Jian's face was covered with sweat. He stared at the chessboard intently, trying to find a plan that could undermine White's strong position.
After a long time, Dong Jian forcefully dropped a piece on the fifth lane, and responded to the black piece that had just appeared on the fourth lane.
You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. That should be enough.
Fang Xing smiled and asked Sha Hei: "The chessboard is like a battlefield, the chess pieces are like soldiers, and the chess players are the commanders. Who do you think can win this game?"
Sha Hei was startled and looked at Fang Xing.
Fang Xing smiled, but his eyes were like thin needles, pricking his sand-black eyes painfully.
Cold sweat broke out instantly from Sha Hei's back. The sun in the sky was radiating heat, but Sha Hei felt cold, just like the cold he felt when he saw his subordinates guarding a pile of frozen cattle and sheep during a snowstorm.
Fang Xing smiled and said: "Can't you answer? That is useless, useless guy, and Prince Ning will probably throw it away like a pair of worn shoes" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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