Early in the morning, Fusu woke up from the rain and stretched his muscles and bones before he arrived at the place where the three of them usually practiced swords on rainy days.

Zhang Liang and Li You arrived early and were drawing their swords and gesturing there. After half a year of competition and competition, the sword skills of both of them improved greatly. Fusu looked at it for a while and asked someone to move out his piano and play it with the sound of rain to cheer them up.

The sound of rain is drizzling, and the sound of the piano is gurgling.

When the two of them heard the sound of the piano, they didn't stop, but they just drew their swords a little more slowly than before, unlike fighting, but rather like they were dancing a sword.

After the song, Zhang Liang and Li You stopped.

Zhang Liang handed the sword to the follower and said to Fusu: "Change it."

Fusu gave the zither to Zhang Liang and drew out his sword.

The piano music played by Zhang Liang was so exciting that it seemed to make the rain outside the house anxious. The originally small raindrops were the size of beans, hitting the eaves with crackling sounds.

Fusu and Li You practiced against each other. The age difference between the two was there, so the sword technique naturally could not keep up with Zhang Liang's song. Li You restrained his moves throughout the whole process and used it as a coach. Fusu was not in a hurry and steadily gestured with Li You.

Perhaps because of a sudden rain, I might not be able to go out in a while, so the three of them took turns playing the piano and practicing sword longer than usual.

Only when anyone was too lazy to move his fingers did Fusu say it was time to stop.

It has already begun to fall in Yunyang County, and it is actually quite common to have rain, but the rain comes quickly and suddenly, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Fusu and Zhang Liang sat under the eaves together to watch the rain together, and the rain turned from big to small again, making the whole courtyard hazy.

"My "Eight Horses Picture" has been drawn." Zhang Liang and Fusu sat for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"Mine has been drawn, too." Fusu responded.

Zhang Liang asked someone to carry the piano out again and said to Fusu: "When I was painting the Eight Horses Picture, I suddenly had inspiration and wrote the song "Running Horse Song".

Zhang Liang sat down and played the piano.

The sound of the piano poured out from his hands.

The song gradually became noisy and bustling in the calmness of the song, just like a herd of horses running from far to near on the green grassland; when the lonely peak in the song protrudes, like thousands of horses galloping; when the song ends, the world suddenly became quiet, like thousands of horses silence.

At first glance, this song sounds like a description of the coming and going of the horses. After careful consideration, it also seems like a description of the rise and fall of the world.

Fusu praised: "Good song."

"Have you heard it?" Zhang Liang turned to look at Fusu.

He has a graceful temperament and a handsome appearance. He seems to be powerless, but in fact he has excellent sword skills. What’s more important is that he is calm in the face of danger, does not panic when encountering problems, and acts freely and calmly.

After getting along with such a person, it is hard not to like him.

Coincidentally, Fusu also has similar characteristics.

After living in Yunyang County for half a year, Zhang Liang often thought that if his family was not a fifth generation of Han and Fusu was not the son of the King of Qin, they might become the best friends in the world because they could understand each other's thoughts and share all their feelings and fun with each other.

It’s a pity that people cannot choose how they are born.

Even so, Zhang Liang felt that they should be considered friends.

If he didn't regard Fusu as a friend, he would choose to find an opportunity to kill Fusu and never let the enemy country have a future crown prince with obvious qualifications; and Fusu should not let him leave alive.

Because half a year is enough to let them know each other.

Zhang Liang stared at Fusu.

Fusu did not directly answer Zhang Liang's question, but asked someone to move his piano out too.

He raised his hand gently and tried to play Zhang Liang's "Running Horse Song". The first time he played it, he was a little bumpy and stuttering. As he played it, the rain outside had gradually stopped for the morning, and only the sound of the zither piano remained around him.

When playing Fusu for the second time, Zhang Liang's piano sound was added. It was clearly the first time he played the ensemble, but the piano sounds of the two people were wonderfully integrated. The part of the song sounded like a thousand troops.

The song ended, and the two of them were speechless for a long time.

Perhaps because they already know each other too much, they already know each other's decision even if they don't say some words.

Zhang Liang said: "Since we have all painted it, we have to take out the painting and compare it."

Fusu had no objection and ordered someone to go to his study to pick up the paintings.

Zhang Liang also ordered people to take his own painting.

Two paintings are spread out side by side on the desk.

Zhang Liang painted eight tall horses, with different shapes and movements, but they were all lifelike, as if they were about to run out of the painting.

It is hard to imagine that such a painting was painted by Zhang Liang in just three days. During this period, he even wrote the first piano music with emotion!

Fusu's paintings are mixed with more legendary content. It is said that one of the eight horses of Mu Wang is called Benxiao, which can travel thousands of miles at night; one is called Fengyu, which can run higher than a bird; the other is called Fuyi, which has flesh wings on his body... In short, every horse is particularly magical.

Fusu painted all these godly descriptions in the painting, both of the horse’s expression and their figures were carefully and beautiful, and it looked like it made people want to catch a horse as their mount.

After reading it, Zhang Liang couldn't help but say, "You said it as if you had seen it with your own eyes. Has the immortals in your dream taken you to see them?"

Fusu smiled: "Yes."

He has indeed seen similar horses, although their names are different, but their appearance looks the same. If he treats his master as an "immortal", these things are indeed what the "immortal" have brought him to see.

The immortal said too much about teaching dreams, and even Fusu was a little doubtful whether those memories were a dream. After all, he now had no cultivation and could not continue to practice, which was not far from ordinary people.

He has more than others, and only has such a long "dream".

But Fusu answered simply, and Zhang Liang felt that he was joking.

The two asked others to appreciate the paintings. The "judgments" they caught each other have their own opinions. Some thought Zhang Liang had better paintings and vivid and powerful lines; some thought Fusu's paintings were very imaginative and looked fascinating.

After a round of comments, there was no difference between them. Fusu and Zhang Liang didn't care. They decided to exchange paintings and keep each other's paintings in the future.

Fusu also asked people to learn how to frame paintings and frame two of his and Zhang Liang's "Eight Horses Pictures".

After such a busy few days, Yunyang County officially ushered in a busy autumn harvest.

Before the autumn harvest began, anyone with discerning eyes could see that the fields on the school fields and the fields on the farm would obviously have a bumper harvest. However, when the crops in the fields were cut and the grain was taken down separately, many people were shocked: they all planted the same, and the yield of the fields with manure applied was obviously much higher!

Although the grain has not been dried yet, I can't calculate how many people can be stored in the end, but it can be clearly seen that the output of others is at least two or three times higher than theirs!

In other words, a land that can support five people can support at least ten people!

Zhang Liang and others followed Fusu to see the farmers calling the food with joy.

As a result, everyone became more convinced of what Fusu said about "Immortals teach dreams". When they returned home, they asked their children to keep a close eye on the plowing ox they were responsible for. They had to pick up the cow dung as soon as possible when they saw it!

If you pick up an extra piece of cow dung, you may be able to have an extra bucket of rice next year!

Some people who have long believed in Fusu are ready to apply manure to the fields after harvesting crops, and plant some storage-resistant or easy-to-peeled vegetables to survive the winter, just like the farmers in other villages.

As long as the ground force can keep up, it is not difficult to sprinkle some vegetables, even if you can't finish it, you can still eat pigs.

As for plowing the ground again, it would be even simpler. Isn’t there a new plow made by the young master for them?

For a time, the people of Yunyang County were working hard to work, harvesting, plowing the land, sowing the seeds, making the whole Yunyang County very lively.

Fusu is not surprised by the doubled harvest results. It is not that manure is of great use, but that the base of the original yield is too small.

The base is only a little bit, won’t the yield double after the fertility of the field increase?

As for whether the output can be raised further in the future, don’t think about it now, just take it slowly.

Fusu and Zhang Liang and others walked in the fields for several days. After returning to the village, Huaide came to report that the two "Eight Horses Pictures" were framed.

Fusu greeted Zhang Liang: "Let's go and have a look."

Zhang Liang naturally would not refuse and went to see the paintings with Fusu.

After mounting, the two paintings looked like that.

Zhang Liang stood in front of the painting and recalled all the things that had happened in the past six months: in the past six months, they had not discussed the general trend of the world. They only read books, practice swords, and play the piano. They occasionally rose up and painted on silk and lived a happy life every day.

But happy days always pass.

They all have what they want to do and will not change why people change.

Zhang Liang carefully read the "Eight Horses Pictures" painted by Fusu again, and raised his hand and slowly rolled up the scroll.

After the whole picture was rolled into a light cylinder, Zhang Liangcai turned to Fusu and said, "I'm leaving."

His tone was very ordinary, like saying "I want to eat pancakes at night" or "I want to sleep a little longer in the morning".

Fusu paused and nodded calmly: "Okay." He asked again, "When will you leave?"

Zhang Liang said, "It's morning tomorrow. I'll clean up at night and get up in the morning and leave." He stood there and looked at Fusu, "If you have the chance in the future, I'll invite my house to visit."

Fusu said, "Okay, I want to see the night owl you keep at home, too."

The night owl is a bird raised by Zhang Liang. Its eyes are bright and its feathers are fluffy. It can hang upside down on the trees. It looks cute, but it tastes fierce.

Fusu once heard Zhang Liang talk about it, saying that he was worried that the foolish bird would not fly away at home. The birds raised at home since childhood were so stupid that they might not live outside for three days.

The two of them chatted casually for a few words, but didn't say anything else.

The next morning, just as the sky turned white, Zhang Liang packed his bags and walked out of the village.

Fusu and Li You went to the door to see him off.

Zhang Liang got on the carriage and smiled and said, "You don't have to send me off again, I'll go there."

Fusu nodded and watched the carriage Zhang Liang was riding slowly away.

Until the carriage disappeared, Fusu and Li You turned around and turned back together.
To be continued...