Chapter 10: How to Make a Robe

Lin Bin found it somewhat amusing yet frustrating, "Change? How can I change it! This clothing is too small!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to eat you. Do you know where the quartermaster is?" Lin Bin lifted him up like a chick and walked outside

The military supply tent was suddenly flung open, and a thin old man poked his head out, exclaiming, "Are you all out of your minds? The poetry of Emperor Gaozu is not something to be recited casually... is it...?" Upon seeing Lin Bin and Cao Genzi, who were entangled like a hawk with a chick, he widened his mouth, pointed at Lin Bin, and began, "You... you, you, you..." with the word "you" trailing on endlessly.

Lin Bin endured his frustrations and patiently waited for the right moment to act

What a formidable warrior this is!

Does he think: "Could it be because the bloodstains on his body haven't been washed off? Or is his body odor unbearable?"

Why doesn't my elder brother change? Dou Shiyan's voice was breathless with excitement as he continuously fiddled with his military uniform

The Emperor Gaozu has manifested his divine presence, sending fierce warriors to guard the four corners

This is ... ... ? '' He protected his groin | lower vital area, his expression was one of bitterness

Lin Bin looked around at the Han army soldiers and civilians who had gathered around him, noticing their wide-eyed stares. He felt as if he were a rare animal confined in an iron cage for public display. He was not at a loss for words, just a bit puzzled, "Not here? Then forget it..." After saying this, he turned to twist the grass roots that were lying foolishly on the ground.

The thin old man was taken aback, looking up and asking, "Aren't we measuring the hips? How do we make the robe?"

Lin Bin Yi Yan wanted to move a wooden box approximately 50 centimeters high, but upon attempting to lift it, he found the box to be somewhat heavy. However, this was the only box that was not neatly arranged, so he could only lift it with effort, and he heard a clattering sound coming from inside the box

Indeed, we can finally enjoy a few days of peace and stability here

He picked up the standard sword specifically designed for junior officers over 1.8 meters tall, which was placed beside him. This sword was no longer than 90 centimeters, and its scabbard was simple in style. However, for Lin Bin, a sword of only about 70 centimeters was indeed too small.

"The small one... the small one has no name, everyone calls me Grassroots." When he saw Lin Bin approaching him, he was so frightened that he knelt down and was about to bow his head.

What ... ... what length ... ...

Lin Bin turned around upon hearing the voice and saw a child who could not be older than eighteen stammering, "You... you... can find the military supply officer, perhaps... perhaps you can find suitable clothing..." His speech was intermittent, and his face displayed a look of great reverence.

And... and slow down! The expression of the thin old man was as excited as that of the others, "Brave man, please wait! Come into the tent, allow me to measure you, and by nightfall, I can make a fitting military uniform for you."

Lin Bin's solo victory over the fierce warriors of the Wuwan tribe, who had remained undefeated against more than twenty opponents, has spread throughout the entire military camp and is even trending outward. The reactions of the soldiers and the common people are not surprising.

The thin old man let out another series of "Oh... oh, oh, oh." The "Oh" seemed endless, while the book remained unresponsive, his face displaying a look of shock.

Brave man, please help the old man move a wooden box to stand on.

He put down the grass root twisted in his left hand, clasped his hands together, and said, "The clothes allocated by Team Han are too small. I came to see if there are any larger sizes available"

Lin Bin had just stepped into the tent and was still adjusting to the light inside when he heard the raucous shouts from outside, "Where are the brave warriors to guard the four corners!" A slight smile curled at the corners of his mouth, a smile that was both intriguing and memorable. He shook his head and began to survey the interior of the tent. The tent was filled with wooden boxes and weapon racks. In the corner to his right, there were several bundles of red cloth on top of a box, which seemed to be the materials for making his military attire.

The thin old man stood on a box, holding a cloth measuring tape, measuring Lin Bin's height while muttering continuously: "A height of at least 8 feet 2 inches, indeed impressive! If all my Han soldiers were as strong as this warrior, how could the Hu and Wuhuan bandits dare to be so rampant? How could they frequently invade the borders of our great Han?"

The strong winds rise, and the clouds soar; power spreads across the land, returning to the homeland. How can brave warriors guard the four corners! Only then do the soldiers rush out of the military tents, brandishing their weapons, reciting loudly, and the people respond, "How can brave warriors guard the four corners! Brave warriors guard the four corners! Guard the four corners!"

Lin Bin's face darkened, his lips twitching uncontrollably as he allowed the frail old man to grasp the muscle on his arm with his bony hand, striking at his chest, then squatting down to pat his resilient calf and thigh muscles. Suddenly, he saw that the bony hand was about to execute a move akin to a monkey stealing a peach, leaving him utterly shocked

It is said that Lin Bin stands at a height of 1.87 meters. Not only is he tall and robust, but his years of military life have also cultivated a certain fierce demeanor. With his healthy, wheat-colored skin, he may not be conventionally handsome, but he is not frightening to look at either. He simply does not understand why people react to him with either a look of despair or sheer terror.

Lin Bin stood in front of the military tent, twisting a blade of grass, listening to the ancient verses suddenly sung in the military camp

Lin Bin looked at the child who only reached his chest and appeared very frail, and was momentarily taken aback. After a long while, he came to his senses and couldn't help but think: "What on earth is going on in this Han Dynasty?" He then kindly asked, "What is your name?"

Such a valiant warrior is surely capable of ensuring peace in the region

During the Han Dynasty, money was not distinguished between copper and pure gold, and was collectively referred to as 'gold'. The 'five coins' from the Lü Hou period and the 'four zhu coins' (also known as half tael) from the reign of Emperor Wen of Han are still in use today, along with the exquisitely minted 'gold cakes', with one gold cake referred to as 'one gold'. The term 'box house' generally refers to a container that holds copper coins and gold cakes.

Indeed, a true warrior! Even a box house filled with gold can be moved!

Under the guidance of the grass roots, Lin Bin found the military supply office, which was a relatively large tent. Outside, several wooden boxes were placed, and many civilians dressed in short brown garments (made of coarse cloth) were busy. The soldiers who saw Lin Bin walking with the grass roots were left dumbfounded, and upon arriving at the military supply office, those civilians seemed equally startled, first appearing dazed, and after a while, they were extremely happy and praised him enthusiastically.