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"The genius carpenter Hao Zhao lost in the equipment competition?"
"That's right, the Fifth Young Master who lost to Cao Sikong, I heard his name is Cao Xiong!"
"Oh! My entire fortune is on Hao Zhao."
"Then you'll have to kneel on the washboard when you get home!"
"Kneeling, kneeling, the washboard has to be pawned to pay off the debt!"
"..."
In Yecheng, the past few days have been very lively.
The most talked about in the streets and alleys is the equipment competition that just passed.
The gambling house made a lot of money because of this equipment competition.
Although Cao Cao suppressed 40 Cao Xiong won.
But Hao Zhao's has already exceeded 500 million!
In the gambling house, there is even a stone statue of the Fifth Prince Cao Xiong!
People in the gambling shop worshiped him like the God of Wealth.
You must know that the God of Wealth during the Three Kingdoms period was not Guan Yu!
Inside Zhaoyang Pavilion.
Cao Pi has dropped four teacups in a row!
He Yan handed over the teacup again and again.
There is no water in the teacup, it is convenient for Cao Pi to vent.
"Second Young Master calm down."
Cao Pi gasped.
"Do you think the third brother is an idiot? Didn't he burn Cao Xiong's equipment? Why did another one appear out of thin air?"
He Yan said "Oh", "Thinking about it, the third son is unreliable!"
"Yes! Why do I have such a stupid brother!"
What did Cao Pi suddenly think of!
"Qin Lang, how much money did we lose?"
Qin Lang took out a bag from his arms, the casino credentials!
"70 taels!"
"Haha, what a genius carpenter, Hao Zhao is also a waste!"
Cao Pi almost couldn't catch his breath, 70 taels, his confidantes have been offering sacrifices for two years, not so much!
Qin Lang asked: "Second Young Master, let's just forget about it?"
He Yan echoed: "Otherwise, which chess piece should we use?"
Cao Pi waved his hand.
"No, you can't use him unless you have to!"
"That?"
"Endure it!" Cao Pi held his breath, and popped out these two words from his mouth.
call out!
He Yan and Qin Lang looked frustrated.
The 70 yuan was wasted, and the fifth son Cao Xiong was allowed to take charge of the workshop. Is this tolerable?
Cao Pi calmed down now.
"Don't panic, you two, the studio was taken away by Cao Xiong from Cao Zhi, guess what Cao Zhi will do?
What's more, it will be the Biwen Conference soon!Cao Zhi is used to literary talents, and has a high reputation among literati. I'm afraid Cao Xiong will have a hard time passing this test! "
He Yan and Qin Lang looked at each other and smiled.
That's right, at the Biwen Conference, with Cao Zhi in the lead, he, Cao Xiong, would fall into a big pit!
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Lingyan Pavilion.
Yang Xiu and Liu Ye were in Lingyan Pavilion early on.
It's just that Liu Ye was very frustrated.
Cao Zhi's face was calm, and he comforted Liu Ye.
"Zi Yang doesn't need to be like this, it's just a workshop, what can a group of carpenters do?"
Comfort is comfort.
How can Liu Ye not know how important the relationship with the workshop is.
It's nothing to be in charge of the workshop, but this position is a hub for establishing contact with generals!
climate!
I'm afraid it will become a big climate!
Thinking of this, Liu Ye sighed again and again.
Yang Xiu waved his hand.
"Zi Yang doesn't have to be sad, if he wants to fight for the crown prince, it doesn't matter if he is capable, he needs someone!"
"Don't forget, ten days later, it will be the Biwen Conference! As long as you win the first prize, the northern scholars, including the Confucian scholars, will all join us. Cao Xiong, a polished leader, what can he do?"
Cao Zhi "coughed"!
The cold air in the ice storage room seemed to have not completely dissipated.
"The Biwen Conference is of great importance. It can decide the fate of northern scholars and scholars of Confucianism. Dezu, you need to work together with Kong Rong and the others. Don't let his five sons get the limelight again!"
The corner of Yang Xiu's mouth raised.
"Fourth son, don't worry, with Dezu here, show off? I will definitely make him make a fool of himself!"
Chapter 142 The Seven Sons of Jian'an Make Things Difficult
In Sikong Mansion, there is a meeting hall.
According to the usual practice, all civil servants and generals reported to Cao Cao the recent preparations for going south.
Hao Zhao, the deputy head of the workshop, was ordered by the fifth son Cao Xiong to also participate.
Ladder carts, flying wooden luans, and wooden cows and horses all began to be produced in large quantities.
It is estimated that the quantity can be put into the battlefield in just one month.
Cao Cao was very relieved when he heard it, and repeatedly boasted that he was in charge of the workshop.
Even Cao Lin boasted about it.
In addition, Kong Rong, the head of the Seven Sons of Jian'an, mentioned that the Biwen Conference will be held soon.
"Is there a bivin conference?"
Cao Cao is a representative figure of Jian'an literature, and he attaches great importance to this literary feast.
"According to the usual practice, you Jian'an seven sons are fully responsible. This time is the first Biwen Conference after the North was pacified. The winner, this Sikong specially awarded him the title of 'Literary Master'!"
Ho!
A literary master conferred by Cao Sikong himself!
This time it was great.
If anyone gets this title.
That is equivalent to the leader of northern scholars.
In the previous Biwen Conference, the north had not yet settled down.
Compared with the number of scholars participating in the upcoming one, that is a world of difference.
Even so, Cao Zhi, the fourth son who won the championship, also gained the support of countless literati.
"Cao Sikong, the princes of the Sikong Mansion this time?"
Cao Cao thought for a moment.
"Pi'er, Zhi'er, Chong'er will still participate, Xiong'er... Well, this kid is very 'thief'. I think he has great hope!"
"Let these four sons pass the preliminaries directly, and compete with the elite scholars in the final, what do you think?"
It seems that Cao Cao was expected to say this.
Kong Rong shook his head slightly.
"Young Master Cao Pi, Young Master Cao Zhi, and Young Master Cao Chong all shined brilliantly in the previous Dou Wen Conference.
The old man and the scholars are also looking forward to it, so there is nothing wrong with such an arrangement.
only……"
"Doctor Kong, but it's okay to say!"
"Fifth son, Cao Xiong, didn't participate in the last competition, and hastily arranging him to enter the finals, isn't it a bit chilling for the northern scholars?"
The other six of the Jian'an seven sons also echoed.
"That's right! Cao Sikong, this Douwen Conference is a sacred palace for the sons of the north!
It's a bit... for a young man with no achievements to go directly to the finals...? "
"I also ask Cao Sikong to think twice."
How clever Cao Cao is.
He couldn't tell that this was the Seven Sons of Jian'an deliberately making things difficult.
In the last hall meeting, because of the prime minister's affairs, Kong Rong, the fifth son of Cao Xiongqi, dropped his crown and left angrily.
Kong Rong is the head of the seven sons of Jian'an.
At this Douwen Conference, the Seven Sons of Jian'an planned to unite for revenge.
"The Dou Wen Conference shouldn't be handed over to these seven stubborn literati."
Cao Cao thought to himself.
But the order has been issued, how can it be taken back.
He asked, "According to you, my five sons still need to be selected layer by layer? Have you competed with thousands of scholars first?"
"That's not necessary!"
Kong Rong continued: "Three days later, the scholars from the north will gather in Yecheng, and the seven of us will open a discussion forum, which can be regarded as a warm-up for the competition.
If the fifth son has real talent and learning, let him sit and discuss the Tao with me, the seven sons of Jian'an, in front of the northern scholars.
Whether you can be shortlisted for the Douwen Conference is up to you! "
"The minister reconsider!"
"The minister agrees!"
"The minister also agrees!"
……
The seven sons of Jian'an expressed their support for Kong Rong's idea.
Suddenly!