I was a young master in ancient times

"Why is there no way out?" Ankang was exceptionally calm when everyone was panicking.

One idea after another flashed through his mind.After everyone stared at him for a while, Ankang said the most powerful words in a light tone, "If there is no way to survive, I will find a way for you to survive."

"If you can't stand up, I will find a way to let you sit in a wheelchair and move around."

"You are afraid that you will not be able to make a living and earn money after you go back, so I will teach you skills, literacy and accounting."

"I will give out the books, and I will give out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Worrying about the children at home. Write down the address, and I will send books to your home."

"Our magazine has been sold throughout Daliang. As long as you have the magazine, you can go to the bookstore to take classes for free."

"It doesn't matter whether it's a male doll or a female doll, as long as you have a magazine, you can attend classes for free."

"But there is one thing, you all have to live well."

Sun Wulang was shocked by Ankang's aura, stared blankly at the young man in front of him, and asked incredulously, "Battalion Commander An, is what you said true?"

"Why isn't it true?" Ankang glanced at Sun Wulang, "I have an office that prints magazines. My father is the magistrate of Yuyang County, and my uncle is the governor of the state capital. My grandfather's family has offices all over the state capital. Jiang's firm, my cousin-in-law has expanded his business to the north."

Everyone stared blankly at Ankang, they didn't expect that Battalion Commander An's family was so powerful.

"Brother Wulang, if you work hard in the grain camp, don't say that you can have a full meal now. If you can read more characters, I will guarantee that you will be able to find a job in a business company in various places in the future."

"I don't guarantee how good the job will be, but it is definitely no problem to support a family."

"Then," Song Shitou swallowed, "can you find a wife?"

"We, we have a lot of bachelors here." Song Shitou sent home all the money he had earned over the years, and asked the eldest brother in the family to marry a wife.If he can support his family, he also wants a wife.

Ankang replied, "I can find it."

As soon as his words came out, everyone seemed to have taken a reassurance.

Sun Wulang propped himself up with his arms, and sat up with difficulty, with a hint of hope in his eyes.He wiped his face vigorously, "Battlemaster An, if I can find a way out for me, I will go home and set up a memorial tablet for you, and my Sun Wulang family will worship you for generations."

"This," Ankang scratched his hair, and the memorial tablet sounded a bit scary.He said embarrassingly, "Let's just set up a memorial tablet. I'm still young, isn't it, it's a shame for me."

The wheelchair has to be made by a carpenter.After two days of inquiring in the barracks, Ankang found an old carpenter in his 40s.

The old carpenter, surnamed Huang, is not tall, with a long thin face and a pair of protruding ears.

Carpenter Huang walks and does things slowly, so he was nicknamed "Old Scalper".

"Old Scalper" doesn't like to talk, but his hands are really clever.After listening to Ankang's request, it took only two days to make the wheelchair Ankang requested.He even sewed a "safety belt" on torn clothes that were discarded in the military camp.

Sun Wulang climbed into the wheelchair on his own, and Ankang fastened his seat belt on him.

Sun Wulang tried to turn the wheelchair with his hands, and the wheelchair really drove him forward.Excitedly, he exerted some strength and walked a little further. When he turned around, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of joy, "Battalion Commander An, I can walk now."

Ankang rubbed his chin thoughtfully.Now the chair is completely manual. In the future, I can raise a few big dogs and rely on the dogs to pull the cart, which can save a lot of effort.

The wheelchair is fully functional and polished throughout.I don't know where the "Old Scalper" picked up these woods. The color is dark or light, as if they have been patched.

Ankang suggested, "Old Huang, why don't you paint it?"

Carpenter Huang was bending over to check the condition of the wheels, and replied without raising his head, "Okay, I'll ask who has the paint later."

The next day, when Ankang saw the repainted wheelchair, his eyes widened in astonishment.

Song Shitou winked at the side, and teased, "This color is not bad."

Chen Ziche shook his head with a smile, "Why are you so sexy?"

Carpenter Huang looked at the chair, raised his head and asked everyone, "Why, isn't this color pretty?"

Jin Xiaosan poked his head over, smiled and said, "It's pretty, it's pretty."

Huzi turned around with a suppressed smile, his shoulders kept shaking.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Carpenter Huang frowned. He knew that this color must be wrong. "What color is this?"

What color?The painter asked what color to paint?

"Old Huang is not authentic." Song Shitou stretched out a finger, pointing at Huang Carpenter from the air, "I want Wulang to be the groom without asking my siblings."

"There are big men in our military camp, where can we find a bride? Hahaha."

Lao Huang's face became more and more red amidst the uproar.

He waved his hand quickly, "Why are you making a fuss? I can't see the color clearly. If someone else gives it to me, I will use it." He whispered, "Who knew it was red."

Oh, "Old Scalper" is a color-blind carpenter.

The vermilion wheelchair has become a unique existence in the barracks.

In the following decades, the wheelchairs that appeared in the northern Xinjiang barracks must be vermilion.

As for why the wheelchairs in the barracks were painted vermilion, no one can tell afterward.I only know that it has been passed down year by year, and wheelchairs seem to be vermilion.

In the shade of the trees in the field of the farm, Goro sat in a wheelchair and focused on the paper on the small table in front of him.

The small table is specially added for the convenience of reading.

Starting from yesterday, Ankang led a few friends to take advantage of the rest time to teach them how to read and write.

"Brother, ask me the way. How can I get to Beijiang Military Camp Farm?"

Goro looked up and saw a black and thin man standing in front of him, holding a cloth whip in his hand, and two black goats behind him.A large dog accompanies the man's legs.

The big dog has a large black hair on its back, yellow hair on its limbs and belly, and its tail hangs down.

"What are you doing at Beijiang Farm?" Goro looked suspiciously at the man in front of him, alarm bells ringing in his heart.The one with the tail raised is the dog, only the wolf with its tail between its legs.Besides, he had never heard of black sheep.

Then he carefully looked at the black and thin man in front of him, with high eyebrows and sunken eye sockets.This is a typical hairy look!Could it be that the person in front of him is a spy?

The man smiled and showed his yellow teeth, "I heard that there are livestock on the farm in northern Xinjiang. Let me see if the farm is willing to accept sheep."

"I'll ask someone to ask for it for you." Wulang raised his voice and shouted to the people working in the field, "Shitou, come here. Xiaosan, go and ask someone to ask if the sheep are collected." At the end, he whistled.

Song Shitou, who was weeding, stood up, looked at Sun Wulang in the distance, and saw someone standing beside him.

"Little San, hurry up and call more people, I'll go and have a look first." Song Shitou looked serious.They have been trained in the barracks, but the sudden whistling is an enemy situation.

Jin Xiaosan nodded, bowed his waist, and quickly left from the other side.

Song Shitou just arrived, pretending to be shocked, "Why are there black sheep?"

The black and thin man said proudly, "I used to get a few black sheep in the north, and raised them at home for several years before I raised a whole yard of black sheep. How about it, have you never seen black sheep?"

Song Shitou took two steps forward and carefully inspected the two black sheep. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Pulling himself together, he pretended to be enthusiastic and tried to talk to the man.

The man's name is Liu Dacheng, and he lives in Liujiatun, ten miles away.

Liu Dacheng said, "The war was not so intense in the past two years. I followed others to run on the grassland a few times. Once by chance, I saw a few black sheep grazing alone. I thought about it, but I never heard of it." Some sheep are black. Maybe this is a sheep that only Maozi has.”

"I twisted the straw rope and drove all those black sheep back."

"I have been raising it for several years, and I have indeed made a lot of money."

"Don't look at my tattered clothes now. When I was rich, I had a big yard in the town. The next yard is the town school." The man talked about the past, and the frown on his forehead relaxed. He looked in a good mood.

Goro couldn't match what he said with his current image, so he asked curiously, "What happened later? Isn't the sheep still there?"

"Later?" Liu Dacheng laughed at himself, touched the dog beside his leg, and said sadly, "My son gambled. He lost all the money in the family. The yard was sold, and so were the sheep."

Liu Dacheng waved his hand, curled his lips and said, "I can't stop it. I can't stop it if I get involved in gambling."

"The people from the casino wanted to chop off his hands, but the night people ran away."

"It's been many years, and I haven't seen him again."

"Brothers." Liu Dacheng suddenly thought of something, his eyes swept over Song Shitou's sleeves and Sun Wulang's body, "You are not involved in gambling, are you?"

"No." The two shook their heads quickly.

Sun Wulang explained, "The two of us encountered some things. We are lucky to be able to save our lives."

Liu Dacheng followed with a sigh of relief, "It's fine if you don't get involved in gambling. Gambling is absolutely forbidden."

"Brother, are you a dog or a wolf? Why are you with your tail between your legs?" Song Shitou pouted at the big dog.

"It's a wolf dog. I also got it from the grassland. Such a dog cost [-] Wen at the beginning." Liu Dacheng is a dog lover. At that time, he bought a dog for [-] Wen without blinking an eye. .

Song Shitou looked at the big dog lying on the ground in surprise, "Hey, it's so expensive."

When Jin Xiaosan led the people to the field, the three of Sun Wulang had already called each other brothers.

Huzi held the wooden stick and asked aggressively, "Where is the detailed work?"

Liu Dacheng shrank his neck, looked around nervously, and asked Sun Wulang in a low voice, "Is there still a detailed work?"

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Liu Dacheng looked at the young man surrounded by the crowd, and said with a low eyebrow, "Xiaomin is here to sell sheep."

"Where are you from?"

"Liujiatun." Liu Dacheng pointed to his own sheep and said, "I heard people say that the military camp farm harvests sheep. I'll come and have a look. In this land, there is no other black sheep raised in hundreds of miles."

"Is this dog for sale?"

"What?" Liu Dacheng, who was talking about Black Sheep, was taken aback for a moment. After a moment of reaction, he immediately refused, "Not for sale."

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