Wang Yan continued writing: [That traitor named Gao Zhanfeng can be put to good use and used to make a big fuss.]
[As for him and his cronies, they were all arrested and killed.]
[Then he had his own people impersonate Gao Zhanfeng's confidants and negotiate with the barbarian army.]
[He said Gao Zhanfeng's conspiracy was exposed and he had been killed, and he was willing to take over Gao Zhanfeng's position and continue to pass on the information.]
[Let him give advice to the barbarian army.]
[Let's say you predicted the barbarian army would attack the city in a short period of time, which is why you're recruiting so aggressively.]
[There is a lot of food stored in the city. Attacking the city now will only result in losses for both sides.]
"It's easy to bring you down. Spread the news that there's food and water in the city, and lure people from nearby cities to join the army."
[The city's population has increased dramatically, and food and water will be quickly consumed, leading to its collapse.]
[This way, you can not only greatly expand your military strength, but also buy time to forge arrows.]
【As for food, I'll take care of it.】
[And by sending that person out, we can also monitor the Barbarian Army's every move.]
I have watched "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" many times before, both the new and old versions.
I also studied Sun Tzu's Art of War for a period of time.
Although he may not be able to command in battle, he is probably able to give advice.
[There is no need to build temples or statues for me. I am just a human, not a god.]
Finally, he wrote: [There's no need to dig the river channel for now. I'll start working after I drop the tools over.]
The shovel in ancient times was called "臿", which was definitely not as easy to use as the modern shovel.
The quantity shouldn't be large either.
After all, in their time, iron was used to make weapons.
Giving them a batch of modern digging tools will definitely help them achieve twice the result with half the effort.
After I finished writing it, I took a look at it and felt very satisfied.
When I was a child, my mother often forced me to practice calligraphy, and I wrote beautiful handwriting, which finally came in handy.
After checking it once and making sure there are no typos or omissions, throw it into the porcelain jar.
He froze and muttered, "I forgot something!"
I quickly drew an arrow at the top and noted: [From left to right, read horizontally.]
The ancients wrote vertically, and in the past, replies were printed according to their writing format.
This time it was handwritten, so I didn't follow their rules.
After finishing writing, he threw both the pen and the notebook into the porcelain jar.
There were only brushes and yellow paper, or bamboo slips, and writing was too troublesome.
Every time Miss Tan wrote to me, she used a thick brush and yellow paper, which was so pitiful.
Later, give her more paper and pen.
…
On Tan Junyan's side, everyone was waiting for Wang Yan to distribute the medicine when they saw an exquisite notebook and an unfamiliar object fall out.
"Is that... medicine?"
“It doesn’t look like it!”
…
Everyone was surprised, and a guard stepped forward to pick it up and handed it to Tan Junyan.
Tan Junyan had never seen it before and looked a little confused.
Holding a gel pen in one hand, he flipped through the notebook with the other.
The front and back covers are relatively thick, printed with blue patterns, and feel slightly matte.
The edges of the paper are neat and even, without any error, and look very delicate.
When I opened it, I saw a lot of small words written on the first page.
Looking closely, the font is dignified and majestic, and there is an elegance between the lines.
The brushstrokes are smooth and pleasing to the eye.
It is not difficult to see that the person who wrote it put a lot of effort into it.
It’s just… someone I don’t know!
"Is this the font used by gods?"
“I don’t understand!”
"The paper is so delicate, with a hint of blue."
"There's no ink bleeding at all. What kind of pen did you use to write this?"
The generals who gathered around were all very curious.
Zi Yang speculated, "Could the pen the coach is holding be the one for writing this kind of calligraphy?"
Everyone then looked at the ballpoint pen in Tan Junyan's hand.
It is as thick as a little finger, black at both ends and translucent in the middle.
It seems to be a material I have never seen before, and it looks reflective.
It seems that this requires extremely fine polishing.
Although Tan Junyan had never seen a gel pen, she was not a fool. She observed it for a moment and then took off the pen cap.
Try to draw a line on the notepad, and a thin and even black line will appear instantly.
Tan Junyan widened her beautiful eyes, looking a little surprised.
Although the lines drawn by this brush are thin, they are easy to recognize.
It is not as thick and heavy as a brush, and does not need to be dipped in ink, so it is very convenient to carry.
The grip is also good, it is too small, too perfect, too delicate.
"This is a magic pen used by gods."
"I understand. The gods deliberately sent paper and pen to facilitate correspondence between the coach and him."
"Look how small this notebook and pen are. They won't be a nuisance to carry around with you."
"With this magic pen, it will be much easier for the coach to communicate with the gods."
"A divine object, this is a divine object!"
Everyone was amazed.
At this time, a lot of white paper fell out of the porcelain jar.
Someone exclaimed: "Look, there's something else."
The soldiers rushed forward for fear of being blown away by the wind.
"Hey, this paper and this calligraphy are absolutely amazing."
"What does it say? Why don't I recognize it?"
"You've never been to school, so it's strange that you know him."
"Why are the things you picked up and the things I picked up the same?"
"Yeah, they're all pages stapled together. It's weird."
"Oh my god, this is a translation table, used to translate the words from the gods' side."
The soldiers were not all illiterate, and someone soon understood it.
Tan Junyan and the generals were overjoyed when they heard this.
Han Chonglie shouted, "These are gifts from God. Be careful not to break them."
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