Chapter 1671 Specializes in the profession

The middle-aged scribe was amazed and said, "This method can actually be used in many places. To be honest, it is not only the lower one. Even the prince praised the prince as a genius who has never been released in a century."

"From that soap to sweet potatoes, and from political reform to the so-called national debt, these things have a common feature. Mr. Zhang, have you noticed?"

Zhang Biwu said in a deep voice: "When I first met, I was not eye-catching, but after a while, I could detect their power. All of them were reinforced."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, it's really like watching the fire."

Zhang Biwu smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Don't praise me anymore. I am just an abandoned son in the political struggle, and now I am a loser. How can I get such skills?"

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhang must not belittle himself. The prince said that if you have Master Zhang, you can be compared with a 100,000 army."

Even though Zhang Biwu knew that these words must be moisture, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Why can you give me advice on the follow-up?" Zhang Biwu asked.

The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said, "No."

"Actually, the meaning of the prince is the same. As long as a fire is lit, it is enough. How to burn it, how long it takes, and where it goes, even the person who ignites the fire cannot interfere."

Zhang Biwu thoughtfully said: "The only person who can be near the fire is to put out the fire."

The middle-aged scribe chuckled, stood up and said, "Mr. Zhang, it's time to leave."

"Farewell today, we will meet again next day." Zhang Biwu bowed and gave him away.

"Mr. Zhang just stay."

The middle-aged scholar bowed a shallowly, turned around and left, and his figure gradually drifted away.

Looking at the middle-aged scholar's back as he left and pondered for a moment, Zhang Biwu looked down at the chess game on the chessboard. After so delaying for a while, a layer of shallow snow was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes that had fallen again at some point.

Zhang Biwu suddenly became poetic and opened his mouth and said loudly: "I was surprised that the quilt and pillow were cold, and I saw the windows bright again. I realized the snow was heavy late at night, and I heard the sound of broken bamboos when I heard it."

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"The snowflakes in Yanshan are like big mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Platform in pieces. I want to borrow three thousand armors of heavenly soldiers, and the vast universe will be clear again."

Li Chen picked up the last word of the pen, picked up the long scroll in his hand, turned his head and smiled at Wu Qingcang, "Wu Shuai, how about it?"

Wu Qingcang looked at Li Chen's forehead with the wounds wounded by arrows when the Liao army attacked the day before yesterday and praised: "It's so majestic and enchanting."

"This flattery is not very high."

Li Chen waved his hand, let out a fog, and said, "The Liao army swept by, and our army was under great pressure, but it gradually achieved the goal of luring the enemy into depth. Now the Liao army chased me and entered Ganzhou and Shaanxi 150 miles. After a little more, we arrived at the burial place we prepared for the Liao army. Wu Shuai made an indelible contribution to this battle."

This pursuit opened Li Chen's eyes wide open.

Wu Qingcang is indeed worthy of being the successor of the military god back then. His command art completely made the war in the era of cold weapons.

With absolutely weak troops and weapons and equipment, he has been dealing with hundreds of thousands of Liao troops to this day.

To be honest, if Li Chen had been on the way, he would have either been caught by Yelu Shenxuan early or he would have been able to escape and declare the entire strategic plan failed.

He has specialized in his profession, but Wu Qingcang's ability is indeed inferior to Li Chen.
Chapter completed!