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Chapter 1590 A Yellow Cotton Flower(2/2)

This is the difference between the Han Dynasty and later generations that Fei Qian realized.

With the hustle and bustle all around, it is naturally hard to find peace of mind.

Because there are no TVs or mobile phones, we have more time for self-thinking and cognition. Because there are no advertisements or other information that are bombarded all the time, we have more knowledge with stronger direction and clearer purpose.

Because there is no electricity, even if you have lamps, oil and candles, you will be in tears when it gets dark, so you are forced to improve your efficiency and not procrastinate, do your best to do good things during the day, and have a good sleep at night...

Fei Qian could not forget the nausea and vomiting he felt when he killed people for the first time, but now he has forgotten how many prisoners were ordered to be killed and when it was the last time. People are forced out after all, just like Fei Qian because of his

The time on horseback has been too long, too much, and now the legs are slightly bowed, and even the skin on the inner thighs has a thick layer of calluses. If you take off your clothes, the inside of the arms on the waist will

There are some white spots on the skin.

That's pityriasis versicolor, commonly known as sweat spots.

Because of the airtight leather armor and long-term accumulation of dust and sweat, it was covered up because it was not cleaned in time.

Many people have it, even Brother Zhao Yun, the big-faced handsome guy who is remembered by many people in later generations, has... well, ahem...

People in the world often see the splendor of galloping on the battlefield, but they don’t see the sweat and blood flowing under the armor. Speaking of which, if the future generations have the persistence as they do now, it shouldn’t be bad, right?

So, is he changing the Han Dynasty, or is the Han Dynasty changing itself?

Or is it both?

Fei Qian looked at the cotton and smiled slightly. There was some calmness and calmness in his smile.

What the Buddha picked up was a golden flower, but his own was an ugly piece of yellow cotton...

However, they are all flowers.

One flower, one world, one square, one pure land.
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