I went out to boil a stove, hoping to give Zhao Yong some hot water, so he would get some better. This is the method taught by my mother, and my mother's methods are effective. Zhao Yong's disease is a high fever. As long as the fever subsides, it will be fine. Two people can get out of this hated place and realize the fate of two people.

When he was squatting in front of the stove to boil water, he felt that his shoulders were very painful. He touched them with his hands and had blood on his hands. At this time, Zhao Xing realized that the little tiger in his relationship had no record, but he still scratched himself, but it was just a piece of his instinctive reaction at that time. He was nervous and didn't feel the pain.

I was injured, and this was very serious. I couldn't save one, and I could die.

So he gritted his teeth and sucked the air conditioner, took off his shoulders and clothes, groped and measured the length of the wound, and pressed it. Fortunately, the blood had stopped. Looking at the half of the horse manure bag that was about to change the medicine for Zhao Yong, he finally pinched it a little and scattered it on his wound with cherishing.

If you can't find this one, you will almost kill yourself. Zhao Yong's injury is still not good, so you should keep it for him.

A drop of water fell on the wound, which was very salty and the wound hurt. Zhao Xing was very puzzled. It was raining but not salt water.

A finger slowly rubbed his wound, and Zhao Yong's voice with a crying voice rang out on his back: "In the future, you will never be allowed to take risks for me."

Zhao Xing sat on the ground powerlessly: "That old guy really didn't lie to me, hahahaha." Then he laughed happily, laughing for no reason until he shed tears.

Zhao Yong turned around, picked up the remaining horse manure bag, and applied it all to Zhao Xing's wound: "Teacher, brother, you must never take any risk for me again. I cannot lose my teacher, I cannot lose my brother." While crying, he helped Zhao Xing bandage the wound.

Zhao Xing said lightly: "Okay, okay, you have already won the championship. You are a man. What do you think you are crying? You should be like your ancestors, bleeding and not crying."

Zhao Yong was full of tears and bit his lips and nodded desperately.

"Hello, do you have the strength to go to the place just now with your teacher brother? I killed a tiger."

Zhao Yong was a little panicked and afraid.

He patted his shoulder, stood up, and picked up the sword again: "We are Zhao people. If Zhao people don't die, they will not be afraid of life and death. Besides, brothers are united and their strength is to cut off gold. What are we afraid of? We will eat tiger meat at night."

Zhao Yong suddenly grabbed his sword and nodded firmly: "Brothers work together, and their strength will be cut off. Good. At night, we will eat tiger meat and make tiger gall."

The little tiger did not run away because it died, and the tiger's parents were not ready to seek revenge on Zhao Xing, because it was kicked out of the tiger's survival rules according to the tiger's survival rules. The tiger with its own territory will be king all over the land, and life and death will be born and died from heaven and has nothing to do with its parents.

With such a great harvest, the two brothers were extremely happy, so they tied up the four tiger hooves, put them on a big tree, and carried them to the camp. Zhao Yong was very happy, so he walked, stretched his neck and sang, the singing was simple and elegant, and the tone was gentle and lingering. He sang: "Shu in the field, there is no one living in the alley. Is there no one living in the alley? Not as beautiful as my uncle, I am truly beautiful and kind. When I hunt, I am not drinking in the alley. Is there no one drinking in the alley? Not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. I am not as beautiful as my uncle. This is Zheng Feng and my uncle.

According to people nowadays, it is a description of a hunter. When my uncle goes hunting, he looks like there is no one in the alley. Is it really no one inhabited? No one can compare with his uncle, so handsome and kind. My uncle goes hunting, but no one is drinking in the alley. No one is drinking? No one is as handsome as my uncle, so handsome and handsome. My uncle rides a horse to the wilderness, but no one can ride a horse in the alley. No one can compare with him, and he is indeed handsome and powerful.

After three singing, cheerfully shouted.

Of course Zhao Xing was unwilling to let the crowd down: "The little widow behind the window lattice--"

This is definitely a chicken to a duck, a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth, and a vulgarity.

Tiger bone soup is rich in nutrition and sucks bones and marrow, which is suitable for two people with blood loss. This is a big tonic.

The remaining meat is cooked and dried in the shade, and it is made of dry food on the road. Think about how luxurious the dry food along the way is tiger meat.

During this period, Zhao Xing was hooked by a small confrontation on his pants.

This was a pain that changed the fate of two people, because he remembered a solution to the loss of direction - to be a compass. This was Zhao Xing's first invention to change the world, make him famous overseas, and become Zi. From then on, the compass became Zhao Ziche, which was passed down from generation to generation.

Originally, a magnet was required to make a compass, but Zhao Xing didn't know what a magnet was, nor did he have an iron rod. A bronze sword could not experiment with what a magnet was or what an ordinary iron was. This was simply difficult to be a human being. Traveling through time is possible, but it was definitely not omnipotent.

But with this small checkmark, the impossible becomes possible.

So he carefully took off the small hook from his pants, straightened it, then took off a thread from his clothes, tied him to the middle, and then, he was very serious about a stone and rubbed in one direction.

Zhao Yong was no longer weird but was just curious about this strange behavior.

"What can needles solve?" This is Zhao Yong who started speaking in Zhao Xing's language. According to Zhao Xing's words, it is called speaking human language.

"The world's major events are actually not changed from every earth-shaking major event. What changes are often a small matter, or as small as a needle." While grinding the needle patiently, while pretending to be profound in teaching this student.

In fact, the teacher does not have to be more knowledgeable than his disciples, but because the teacher can pretend.

"For example, now, I am making this small needle, which is actually big enough to save the lives of both of us, so that the rise and fall of Zhao State can make Zhao State, which has always been a small country, become a big country in your hands, and even replace the Zhou Emperor to become the real communist of the world."

Zhao Yong commented on the Zhou emperor without any scruples, and this kind of rebellious statement was immunized. First, Zhao Xing said this, and second, the discussion of the Zhou emperor by the princes is no longer an offense, but a common thing. Replacing the Zhou emperor as the common ruler of the world has become a consensus in private. To win the world and try to take the severity, it is no longer a taboo.

Duke Zhuang of Zheng shot the emperor seriously and broke the myth of the inviolable sacredness of the Zhou emperor. Chu State became king and once again revealed the fig leaf of ambitions that covered up the world's ambitions. The three families divided Jin and forced the emperor to divide the feudals, which completely wiped out the prestige of the Zhou emperor. The King of Qin raised the cauldron, which was enough to express his ambition to replace him. Now, it is common for the Emperor of Zhou to fail to pass the conquest, so it is strange to ask him.

Now, the princes discuss the emperor privately, and they are too lazy to even give in at least.

"What's the solution?"

"If this thing is created, it will be called a compass, which can allow us to identify the directions of southeast, west and north, and let us walk out of this mountain forest. Instead of this mountain forest, two people who decide to change the direction of Chinese history will be trapped here."

Hearing these exciting words, Zhao Yong began to be full of passion for the future.

Compass, one of China's four great inventions, according to historical records, the one who invented the compass was the vast number of working people. Such an explanation is universal, and saying nonsense is equivalent to saying nothing.

But what really records the Compass is in Guiguzi's book during the Warring States Period.

Guiguzi is a legendary figure in the Warring States Period. He came from his disciples and was outstanding, but the life records of this person have always been illusory and confusing. That is the real nonsense that he said and said nothing.

Zhao Xing didn't know if Guiguzi had become famous now, but now only two people invented the compass on their heads, so the problem should not be exposed. Because, did Zhao Yong really see that he was inventing this thing?

"We need to have a clear direction to save ourselves. Everything must have a clear direction. For example, we were confused because we lost our direction and could no longer get out of our own circle. This is what is called the direction determines success or failure. If the direction is wrong, it is easy to fall into the ditch. Once it falls into the ditch, even if we don't fall to death, we will at least get dirty and delay our trip."

Standing at the height of politics and connecting everything to politics and darkness, Zhao Yong of course remembered this passage firmly in his heart, and then watched Zhao Xing lift the needle. The needle was held in the air without wind, and was slowly rotating.

Teacher Zhao Xing stared carefully, and disciple Zhao Yong did not dare to disturb him. He stood aside and stared cautiously, not even daring to show off his anger.

The needle slowly rotated in the windless air, and the more it rotated, it became slower and slower, and finally stopped moving. Zhao Xing stared at the needle, then pointed to one end of the needle and asked: "Go and confirm whether that side is the south."
Chapter completed!