"What? Our vulture has become more capable and can deliver news." Han Qinhu stood up from the dumpling in excitement and walked down the steps in twos and twos.

"Come back, come back, you are so disheveled, how can you see anyone?" Lin Nanzheng stretched out his hand and called him.

"Oh oh oh!" Han Qinhu looked down at himself, who was only wearing a middle coat. He quickly wrapped his hands and shouted in a loud voice, "Ms. Hong, wait a minute!"

"Slow down, don't be in a hurry, I'll reward our great hero first." Hong Lianshuo shook his head and laughed, "I'm leaving." He turned and left.

Hong Lianshuo went to the kitchen to find some lively fish, fished them out from the water tank, slapped them to death, and lifted them up to the vulture, "Eat them!"

The vulture flew to the eaves of the house with a fish larger than its body in its mouth, and feasted on it.

"The news was really sent by the vulture." Han Qinhu asked hurriedly. It was true that the voice arrived before the person arrived.

"Hey! Take a look." Hong Lianshuo handed the note to an eager Han Qinhu and said.

Several people poked their heads and looked at the note in Han Qinhu's hand. The eight words were clear.

"It's the young master's handwriting, that's right." Lin Nanzheng chuckled.

"Then the vulture will send the message." Chen Zhongyuan said with a smile, "Where is that silly bird? Why didn't I see it?"

"How can you call it a stupid bird? It should be called smart, smart." Lin Nanzheng said quickly after hearing this, "Don't let it hear it and peck you."

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"Okay, okay, okay, smart." Chen Zhongyuan said with a smile.

Hong Lianshuo pointed his index finger at the top and said, "Eating fish on the eaves!"

Chen Zhongyuan jumped down the steps and looked up at the eaves. Sure enough, he was eating deliciously!

"Look, there are inch-long hollow bamboo tubes tied to its feet, and the paper was rolled inside." Hong Lianshuo walked down the steps and pointed to the bamboo tubes on the vulture's feet.

"I saw it, I saw it, it's so magical!" Chen Zhongyuan Dahuan said as he looked at the vulture with wide eyes.

"That's what carrier pigeons are like. It's really rare for vultures to deliver letters." Han Qinhu came over and said, "When will we reply?"

"We have to wait until it is full!" Lin Nanzheng looked up at the guy eating fish on the eaves.

They were discussing around the little guy, but no one even looked at them.

"Can we fly back now? Is there enough time?" Han Qinhu looked at the sky, "It's only half afternoon."

"It should be enough! It gets dark late in the summer, and it can fly faster than a horse!" Lin Nanzheng said uncertainly.

"Faster than a horse." Hong Lianshuo said immediately after hearing this.

"Then what should we write?" Chen Zhongyuan looked at them with his big bell-like eyes and said.

"I have received the message." Hong Lianshuo said without thinking, "This is a memorable first time. Please keep this note carefully."

"You still treat it as a family heirloom!" Han Qinhu said in a dumbfounded voice.

"It's not a family heirloom, let's keep it as a souvenir." Hong Lianshuo chuckled.

"Then it needs to be shown. We will need it on the battlefield as the starting point of our great hero in the future." Lin Nanzheng looked at it with gentle eyes and said.

"Have a problem?" Han Qinhu frowned slightly and looked at them and said.

"What's wrong?" Chen Zhongyuan's eyes fell on him and asked.

"This vulture has advantages in delivering messages, but its shortcomings are also obvious." Han Qinhu frowned and looked at them and said, "You can only write a few words in this message, too many words will not work. If you write less, it will be useless."

Once there is any ambiguity, a slight difference can lead to a misunderstanding of a thousand miles.”

"Yes!" Chen Zhongyuan looked at Hong Lianshuo with a horrified look on his face and said, "What should Madam Hong do?"

"It's easy. Just write smaller words." Lin Nanzheng said easily.

"It's easy for you to say, how small is it? It's too small. Not to mention the difficulty of writing, it seems difficult for you too!" Han Qinhu reminded them with gestures with his hands, and looked at them meaningfully and said, "

Especially we expect it to deliver more news!"

"Uh..." Hong Lianshuo thought carefully and said, "Is there any slight withering?"

"What do you mean?" Chen Zhongyuan looked at her doubtfully and said.

"Carving, carving on the wheat grains." Hong Lianshuo looked at them with his dark eyes and said.

"Ahem..." The three of them were all startled and coughed.

"Why are you so surprised?" Hong Lianshuo said, blinking at them with innocent peach blossom eyes.

"Do you need a needle to engrave words on wheat grains? You can't engrave this either?" Chen Zhongyuan shook his big hands like cattail leaf fans and said, "Even a woman who knows how to embroider and is careful can't do it!"

You need a magnifying glass! Hong Lianshuo thought for a while and asked, "This man's eyes can see things in the distance very clearly when he is old. Isn't there any way to improve it?"

"No!" Lin Nanzheng shook his head slightly after hearing this, and then asked, "How old are you? Do you have eye problems?"

"About fifty or sixty!" Hong Lianshuo thought for a moment after hearing this. He is probably around this age when he has presbyopia.

"At such an old age, we have to live to this age before we know!" Han Qinhu said immediately after hearing this, "Most people will not live to the age you mentioned."

Hong Lianshuo gently stroked his forehead. The average life expectancy now is thirty years old. Even if the nobles lived to a very old age, they would not shout loudly about the problem of presbyopia!

"Just ask Mr. Cao. Mr. Cao must be fifty!" Chen Zhongyuan suddenly remembered.

"I didn't hear him say there was something wrong with his eyes!" Han Qinhu thought about it carefully and said, "Whether it's reading a book or looking at bamboo slips, I think everything is fine!"

"The characters on the bamboo slips are as big as those on the book, so even if you are presbyopic, it will be no problem." Hong Lianshuo smiled when he heard this, thinking that it was unlikely that he would be short-sighted.

If you want to magnify, you have to wait until this winter to melt a magnifying glass with ice.

"We'll figure it out later, and write a reply now." Hong Lianshuo reached out and flicked the note in his hand.

"How to write a reply?" Han Qinhu asked curiously.

"Just say you received it! It's concise and clear, and a long speech is not enough!" Hong Lianshuo said simply and easily.

"Are you really that?" Han Qinhu really didn't know what to say.

"If you have something to say, don't waste time by talking nonsense." Hong Lianshuo said cheerfully, "If you write a letter, then it's okay to write a long letter, just to connect the feelings!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Han Qinhu responded cheerfully.

Hong Lianshuo finished writing the message, beckoned the vulture to come down from the eaves, rolled up the note and stuffed it into a bamboo tube, patted its head and said, "Let's go!"

Just watch it spread its wings to take off, fly up, and disappear into the sky.

"I didn't expect this little guy to really be able to send messages." Chen Zhongyuan looked at them with a smile on his eyes, like bells.

"After training, it will come naturally." Han Qinhu chuckled and said, "Thanks to the young master for taking the trouble."
Chapter completed!