Chapter 1421

Outside the street gate, there is a table, two chairs and two people.

There is no status in front of the chessboard. Some just turn chess into soldiers and fight vertically and horizontally.

After guessing the son, Fang Xing said: "in the Han and Wei dynasties, there were 17 ways, and then it became 19 ways. So far, the way of go has been greatly successful, but it is limited by the rules. There is always a sense that there is still more to be said. Today, you and I play chess without observing any rules, just arbitrarily."

With that, Fang Xing, who got the white son, leaned forward slightly and laid a son in the star position of Dong Jian.

Dong Jian pondered for a moment and also dropped a son on Fang Xing's star position.

On the side stood Sha Hei, and several men who saw the excitement and knew some go.

The three houses where Fang woke up used to be a shop. Later, the family found a chance to move back to Xuanfu, which was empty.

There are several shops in this street. At this time, they see the excitement here, so those people don't even do business. They come and watch over a distance of more than ten steps.

Go is a mysterious thing for most people. I can't imagine how the same black and white can play thrilling chess games on that 19 board.

Fang Xing's second son falls directly on the small eye. Dong Jian only learns the layout knowledge, so it is still the beginning of two consecutive stars.

The third son, Fang Xing, fell on the 39th - the Chinese stream came on stage!

Dong Jian was at a loss, and the third son failed to fall.

……

After getting up, Tai drank tea first and then ate some cakes.

Out of the tent, Atai saw Yuelu.

"Lord, our people have to continue to build the camp today."

Yuelu is rubbing his stomach, as if he is trying to endure something.

A Tai nodded and said, "tuohuan will definitely come, so the stronger the camp is built, the safer we will be. Let's keep an eye on it. Don't cheat."

Yuelu whispered, "yes, Lord... Lord, i... I'm going to the toilet."

"吥..."

A sharp fart was released in front of ah Tai. Then the fart became dull. Yuelu didn't care about his style, so he ran to the temporary toilet with the ditch.

Tai frowned and covered his nose, then walked out of the road quickly.

"Pull it up!"

Not far away, more than a dozen people are dismembering trees, and a group of children are waiting nearby.

The axe and saw went into battle together, and soon the big wood was broken down into sections. Then the children rushed up and snatched away the fallen branches.

Although it was difficult to move all the way, it was successful in reaching the destination, but the fuel was insufficient.

A Tai looked at the scene and said, "can you organize people to pick up some firewood?"

When Yue Lu was away, someone from the bodyguard behind said, "Lord, there are many things now and there is no time to go."

"Hold on!"

Atai walked slowly down the fence.

Trenches had to be dug in front of the fence, and they had to be dug very deep, which was the requirement of the Ming army.

Rows of people stood on the edge of the ditch, struggling to lift the baskets full of soil, and then transported them to the camp. It is said that Ming people will teach you how to build mud houses. It is much better than tents in winter.

Hey! A Tai looked at the scene in a daze. He was worried that these herdsmen would slowly get used to the way of life of the Ming people and would no longer live hard by grass.

At that time, Tatars no longer have their own expertise. They want to support themselves. They are afraid they will go to find Mingren for help.

Farming?

A Tai looked at his white and fat hands and imagined that they were holding a hoe. Suddenly, he was a little interested.

However, thinking of what happened to the vara people in the future, ah Tai smiled unkindly.

Ha ha ha! And that damn alutai, what kind of shit grand master, like tuohuan, took their so-called sweat as puppets and scolded them at every turn.

"It's best to die!"

A Tai Pei took a sip and then returned with people.

Tens of thousands of tribes gathered here, and those tents were everywhere. However, the Ming army had rules, and all tents must be placed in order, so they looked in no disorder and in good order.

A monk was lecturing. A large group of people gathered around him. They all knelt piously in front of the monk.

A Tai stopped and remembered that he had the honor to see a grand scene of sixteen day magic dance. It was really missed.

The monk's preaching voice was low, and the people around him gradually lowered their eyes and felt peaceful in their hearts.

But ah Tai couldn't. He was thinking about the future development of the Tatar department, so as soon as the two emotions touched, he was immediately agitated.

At this time, the herdsmen followed the monk and began to chant scriptures in a loud voice.

A Tai turned around and saw that his bodyguards were all dignified, so he couldn't help humming.

At the same time, a tent on the side was opened, and the curtain was immediately reflected by metal objects.

……

Xinghe castle has nothing to do recently, and Fang Xing has taken over the power. Therefore, Zhang Yu, who has nothing to do, can only command the Tatars to repair the camp all day, and teach to unify the signal flags of both sides.

After checking in the morning, Zhang Yu returned to the city.

Today, there happened to be a team of baggage carts coming from Xuanfu and being inspected outside the castle gate.

Zhang Yu took a closer look and happened to spot check a bag of flour.

"Good white noodles. It must be delicious to make cakes..."

Several Tatars outside the castle came together enviously. They can't eat such high-grade goods.

Zhang Yu smiled. The Tatar department is very busy these days. The herding work has been handed over to the old people and children.

These people are probably lazy.

After the Tatars approached, one of them reached out to touch the flour. A sergeant scolded, "stay away. These are life-saving food. Who dares to take advantage!"

The Tatar stepped back, looked at Zhang Yu with a smile, and then said a few Mongolian Yuan words.

Zhang Yu's face suddenly changed. He immediately began to retreat and was ready to draw his knife at the same time.

Tatars who can understand Daming dialect actually use Mongolian Yuan dialect to talk to the guards of Xinghe castle. This is

……

There are more than 60 pieces on the chessboard. Except for the lower left corner, the black chess is in danger.

The so-called Golden Horn and silver edge grass belly, but Fang woke up and went against his path. From the beginning, he caught the slow of black chess, and then pressed black chess below three routes.

"Too thick!"

Dong Jian's face was covered with sweat. He stared at the chessboard intently, trying to find a plan that could erode the strength of white chess.

For a long time, Dong Jian threw a son in the fifth way, echoing the sunspot who had just risen in the fourth way.

Advance can be attacked and retreat can be defended. It should be OK.

Fang Xing smiled and asked Sha Heidao, "the chessboard is like a battlefield, the chess pieces are like soldiers, and the chess player is the commander. Who do you think can win this game?"

Sha Hei was stunned and looked at Fang to wake up.

The smiling Fang woke up, but the eyes seemed to be fine needles, and the stabbing sand black eyes hurt.

Cold sweat burst out of the sand black back in an instant. The sun in the sky was sprinkling heat, but shahei felt cold, just like when he saw his followers guarding a pile of frozen cattle and sheep in a snowstorm.

Fang Xing said with a smile, "can't you answer? That's useless, useless guy. He Ning will abandon it as my shoes if he wants to come..."