For a Prosperous World

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He walked alone in the snow, and the cloak behind his armour swept across the snow on the roadside, making a slight frictional sound, turning up the snow on the ground.

Stepped into the snow with armored boots and sunk in the snow. The snow did not reach the position of the ankle. The snow on the ground was already a little thick.

A horse walked behind, the bell swayed slightly, and at night the horse's hoof left a trail in the snow.

The village behind me was far away.

Wu Huo went to the hospital and took the horse. He saw the two huts from a distance, patted the snowflake on his shoulder, and looked at himself.

The armor on his body was stained with blood, which was left between the battlefields, but there has been no time to wash, or there is no water to wash him in such weather.

He grabbed some snow from the ground, wiped two of his armour with his hand, and wiped off some blood.

I saw that there were some dazzling eyes. I didn't want to scare them.

He inexplicably raised the cloak behind his back and sniffed in front of his nose.

I should not smell it ...

I thought for a moment, he put down his cloak again, and laughed at himself.

I care about what these things do, and stick to small sections to make a big deal.

I looked down at the wine in my hand, looked at the room, and walked slowly.

He said that he had returned from victory and had a drink with her. He didn't know that Gu Gu was still there.

The sky outside was getting dark. Duan Muqing was walking outside for a day. It should be tired, and she would return to bed early to rest.

A light was lit on the table case, and the flame in the light emitted a yellowish light, lighting the room, and Duan Muqing's gentle breathing sound came from the bed.

Gu Nan didn't bother her, she sat at the table and looked at Bamboo Slip. Holding a pen in his hand, an empty briefcase was placed on the desk case.

There was a buzzing sound of bamboo and wood in front of the table. Under the lights, a figure shook.

Every now and then, she would lift up her pen and write something on that empty pad.

After living here, Gu Nan writes something whenever he has time.

Duan Muqing once read what Gu Nan wrote, but it was written with some strange symbols that she could n’t understand. Although there were explanations and notes about those symbols, she could n’t understand it, and she stopped watching it. .

In Gu Nan's words, she is writing a book.

In fact, Gu Nan had such an idea long ago. She organized the modern knowledge learned in her previous life and wrote a few books, first of which was the foundation, then gradually deepened, and passed on this knowledge to the world, thereby improving the overall social level.

But it was still Qin Kingdom at that time. At that time, Qin Kingdom had unstable foundations, and all I thought about was how to stabilize the foundation. In addition, there are not enough teaching conditions, and it is impossible to tell this knowledge to the world.

And this knowledge was too broad for the people at the time. To be able to accept as much detail as possible must be written, which requires a lot of time and energy.

楠 Gu Nan at the time was either dealing with the old nobles of the Six Kingdoms, or patrolling King Qin to handle matters guarded by the court. There is simply no time and ability to write these things.

本 She thought, wait a few more years, until Qin Guo's stability, the world's stability, and then when the education is then implemented, gradually incorporate modern knowledge into it.

It's a pity that she didn't wait for that situation.

The lantern light flickered slightly. Gu Nan woke up from between the gods and looked down at the bamboo slip for a long time without writing. The ink dripped from the pen and fell on it.

She shook her head with a bitter smile and continued to write. Her previous life was just a graduate of a second-rate university. She also studied business design, and she didn't have much knowledge of mathematics and physics.

For her, she just writes down as much as she can remember, maybe, it will be useful for future generations.

Of course, in addition to modern knowledge, she also hopes to integrate what she has learned, as well as that of a hundred schools of thought.

What she is learning is that the soldiers are now studying medicine, and the theory of a hundred schools, I am afraid that she will not be able to integrate until she leaves here in the future.

It is unknown how much integration and how long it will take.

或许 Maybe she won't be in the middle of her life again. Who knows?

或许 This book may be something a person can't write in a lifetime, but for her, she may have this time.

This can also be regarded as a useless person left over from her previous life, to do something for that future generation.

But now, there is still a problem that troubles her. To write down the modern knowledge she knows in detail, I do n’t know how many bamboo slips I know. This is very inconvenient, and I do n’t think Duan Muqing ’s home is so good So many empty Jane for her.

Gu Nan held the pen in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Today is the Han family, and I do n’t know if there is paper. If not, she won't know what time it is to wait for her to make the paper herself.

"Bumper."

There was a sudden knock outside the knocking door.

It's so late. Is someone in the village sick?

Because they live near the village, if someone is sick in the village, people in the village will often come.

Gu Nan rose to the door and opened it.

There was a teenager standing outside the yamen, with snow flakes on his body and a pot of wine in his hand.

He saw Gu Nan ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with a smile on his face and raised the jug in his hand.

"Senior, say yes, return from victory, I invite you to drink."

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The lights in the squatter room went out. The two did not sit in the room. After all, Duan Muqing was still resting in the room. It was not good for Huo to get sick or wake her up.

He cleared a piece of land in the open space under the eaves outside the house, lit a fire, took two cups and sat by the fire.

The snow in the sky was much smaller at night, and it was no longer as heavy as during the day.

The wood in the flames burned, and from time to time several Mars burst.

The beacon light shone on the surrounding snow, making the snow slightly yellow.

Neither of them was so particular, just sitting in the snow casually, leaning against the edge of the house. It was just a bit cold for the two of them.

"Bang." The jug hit a glass and made a crisp sound, Huo went to the sick to pour out the wine in the jug, and Qinggan's wine reflected a little light under the fire.

"Can't you drink alcohol in your army?" Gu Nan asked with a smile.

Wu Huo went to the hospital and shrugged his shoulder, and said, "This is my possession. Don't talk about it everywhere, or I'll need a board."

He said, Gu Nan's cup had been filled.

"Oh." Gu Nan smiled slightly, raised the cup in his hand to his mouth, and took a sip.

When the wine was in your mouth, it was cold. It should have been frozen by the weather, but when it passed through the throat, it was warm. The drunkenness spread, and by the fire, my body warmed a lot.

"I thought I'd wait for your wine, but for a while."