Chapter 1416 Whose Chess Game

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

There is no high or low status in front of the chessboard, some just turn chess into soldiers and fight vertically and horizontally.

After guessing, Fang Xing said: "In the Han and Wei Dynasties, there were seventeen ways, and later it became nineteen. So far, the way of go has been accomplished, but it is limited by the rules, and there is always a feeling that the meaning is still unfinished. Today, you and I are playing chess. There are no rules to follow, just arbitrary."

After finishing speaking, Fang Xing, who got the white piece, leaned forward slightly, and made a piece at Dong Jian's star position.

Dong Jian groaned for a while, and also dropped a star on Fang Xing's side.

Standing beside him was Sha Hei, and there were a few men who saw the excitement and knew a little bit of Go.

The three houses Fang Xing lived in were originally a shop, but later the family found an opportunity to move back to Xuan Mansion, and the place became vacant.

There are several shops on this street. Seeing the bustling here, those people didn't even do business, and came over to watch from a distance of more than ten steps.

Go is a mysterious game for most people. It is impossible to imagine how the same black and white pieces can perform thrilling chess games on the nineteen-lane chessboard.

Fang Xing's second son fell directly on the small eye, and Dong Jian's layout knowledge was only the seat, so he still started with the second star.

The third son, Fang Xingluo, made his debut in the Chinese style on Sanjiu!

Dong Jian was a little overwhelmed, and the third son had not been able to come down for a long time.

...

After Atai got up, he drank tea first, and then ate some cakes.

Walking out of the tent, Ah Tai saw Yuelu.

"My lord, today our people have to continue building camps."

Yuelu was rubbing her stomach, as if trying to hold back something.

Atai nodded and said: "Tuo Huan will definitely come, so the stronger the camp is built, the safer we will be. Let people keep an eye on it, and don't cheat."

Yuelu murmured, "Yes, my lord... my lord, I...I'm going to the toilet."

"..."

a sharp fart,

Just like that, he released it in front of Atai. Then the fart became muffled. Yuelu didn't care about his decency, so he ran to the temporary toilet with his ditch in his arms.

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

"Pull it up!"

Not far away, more than a dozen people were dismembering trees, and a group of children were waiting beside them.

The ax and the saw went into battle together, and it didn't take long for the big tree to be broken down into pieces. Then the children rushed up and snatched up the branches that fell on the ground.

Although this migration was difficult, it finally reached the destination successfully, but the fuel was insufficient.

Looking at this scene, Atai said, "Can you organize people to collect some firewood?"

Yuelu was not there, and someone from the guard behind said, "My lord, there are too many things to do now, and I don't have time to go."

"Hurry up!"

A Tai slowly inspected along the fence.

A trench had to be dug in front of the fence, and it had to be deep, which was a requirement of the Ming army.

Rows of people stood on the edge of the ditch, struggling to lift up the baskets filled with soil, and then transported them to the camp. It is said that there are Ming people who will teach everyone how to build mud houses, which are much better than tents in winter.

Why! Atai looked at this scene in a daze. He was worried that these herdsmen would gradually get used to the Ming people's way of life, and would no longer want to work hard to live on the grass.

At that time, the Tatars no longer have their own specialties, and if they want to support themselves, they may have to seek help from wise people.

farming?

A-tai looked at his plump white hands, imagined holding a hoe with these hands, and suddenly lost interest.

But thinking of what happened to the Wala people in the future, Atai smiled unkindly.

Hahaha! And that damned Alutai, what kind of bullshit grand master, is the same as Tuo Huan, who treats these so-called profuse khans as puppets and scolds them at every turn.

"It's best to die!"

Atai took a sip, and then returned with the people.

Tens of thousands of tribes all gathered here, and those tents were everywhere, but the Ming army had rules, and all the tents had to be placed in order, so it didn't look chaotic at all, in order.

A monk was preaching scriptures, and a large group of people gathered around him, all kneeling and sitting in front of the monk devoutly.

A Tai stopped in his tracks, remembering that he had once been lucky enough to see the grand spectacle of the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance, which was really nostalgic.

The monk spoke in a low voice, 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 Ministry, so when the two emotions came into contact, he immediately became irritable.

At this time, the herdsmen followed the monk and began to chant scriptures with loud voices.

A-Tai turned around and saw that his guards were all dignified, so he couldn't help snorting softly.

At the same time, someone opened the curtain of a tent next to it, and immediately there was a reflection of metal objects.

...

Xinghe Fort had nothing to do recently, and Fang Xing had taken over the power, so Zhang Yu, who had nothing to do, could only instruct the Tatars to repair the camp all day long, and teach them to unify the signal flags of both sides.

After checking it in the morning, Zhang Yu went back to the city.

Today, there happened to be a team of baggage trucks coming from Xuanfu, and they were inspected outside the gate of the fort.

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

"It's so white, it must be delicious when made into cakes..."

A few Tatars outside the fort came over enviously, they couldn't afford such high-end food.

Zhang Yu smiled, the Tatar Ministry was very busy these days, and the work of grazing was handed over to those 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 food, who dares to take advantage of it!"

The Tatar stepped back awkwardly, glanced at the smiling Zhang Yu, and then said a few Mongolian words.

Zhang Yu's complexion changed suddenly, and he started to back away in an instant, while preparing to draw his sword.

The Tatars who can understand Daming dialect actually use Mongolian Yuan dialect to speak to the guard of Xinghebao. This is...

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There are more than 60 pieces on the chessboard, except for the lower left corner of the black piece, other parts of the black piece seem to be in jeopardy.

The so-called grass belly with golden horns and silver borders, but Fang Xing went against the grain. He caught the black chess from the very beginning, and then pressed the black chess below three ways in one go.

"It's too thick!"

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

After a long time, Dong Jian stubbornly cast a shot on the fifth road, echoing Hei Zi who had just emerged on the fourth road.

You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. It should be fine.

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

Sha Hei was startled, and looked at Fang Xing.

Fang Xing was smiling, but his eyes were like fine needles, and the sand-black eyes hurt.

Cold sweat broke out from Sha Hei's back in an instant. The sun in the sky was radiating heat, but Sha Hei felt icy cold, just like the icy cold when he saw his followers guarding a pile of frozen cattle and sheep during a snow disaster.

Fang Xing said with a smile: "Can't you answer? That is useless, useless guy, and King Ning will throw it away like a shoe..."