It clears up after the rain, and the western sky is filled with clouds.
There are a few scattered people standing on the north bank of Yishui, seemingly admiring the sunset.
One of them, a middle-aged man wearing a white silk robe with an elegant expression, kept talking, his expression was slightly excited, and his voice became louder: "Having achieved ambition, being arrogant and possessing power, indulging in pleasure, and causing great troubles,
There are hundreds of ruined public and private houses in the mansion, and both China and foreign countries are disappointed. In this matter, Zimei also suffered a loss. Why did Sikong conquer his nephew and prevent him from serving as an official?"
He spoke impassionedly. Looking at this man's expression, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes widened with anger, and his right hand was subconsciously clenched into a fist. He looked concerned about the country and the people.
The man standing in front of him remained silent, only shook his head and sighed.
He was very familiar with this brother of the same family. He usually had nothing to do and only enjoyed talking. Worrying about the country and the people was definitely not his style. This time he came to persuade him to let his son become an official. His words and expressions were so eager, and it seemed that he had a deep entanglement with Sikong.
"Zimei." Seeing that the person was silent, the middle-aged man took a breath and said: "Sikong opened the mansion, and there were many followers, all of whom were handsome at that time and had a very high family status. If Yuan Gui's nephew should be promoted to an official position, he would be with them
If you keep frequent contacts, your nephew's talent and learning will surely make him famous among the nobles, which will be of great benefit to improving the family's reputation."
The person opposite seemed to be a little moved, and after a while he asked: "What are the subordinates of Sikong Kaifu?"
When the middle-aged scribe heard that there was something going on, his expression softened greatly. He subconsciously looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Cao Shangshufu of Pei State has accepted Sikong's invitation and joined the government as military chief."
"What else?" Zimei was still waiting, but couldn't hear what was going on. She was a little surprised and asked.
The middle-aged scribe was a little embarrassed and said: "Liu Qia of the East China Sea is Zuo Sima."
"Dai Yuan of Guangling offered wine to the military advisor."
"Mi Huang of the East China Sea takes up the post of supervisor."
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"Come to think of it, except for Cao Shangshu, all of them have minor surnames and are just humble. Liu Qia has never heard of his family background." Zimei sighed, and then laughed at herself: "Actually, how can my family be better than theirs?
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"In this case, it is even more important to seize this rare opportunity." The middle-aged scribe advised.
Yu Zimei hesitated for a while, sighed, and said, "Let's go back to the house first."
The middle-aged scribe was suffocated and casually agreed: "That's fine, let's talk about it."
The group of people walked forward.
Behind the middle-aged scribe were several military men, all young.
The leader looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes were steady and even a little bold. He was not at all shy and inferior like ordinary soldiers, which made Yu Zimei slightly unhappy.
Sikong was really confused. Is everyone in the feudal kingdom dead? Even young soldiers were recruited, which made him even more hesitant.
The military man's name was Shao Xun. He seemed to be keenly aware of his gaze. He did not speak and just walked silently. Only his face showed an expression of vicissitudes of life that was completely inconsistent with the young man.
System? It doesn’t exist! Such a high-end thing has no chance with him.
His various martial arts skills and riding skills are quite good, but they are just experience and knowledge. He has no muscle memory at all. He has recovered part of it through hard training, which is not easy.
To be honest, he didn't quite know where these abilities came from. It felt like it was his, but it didn't feel like it.
God allowed me to travel to this time, what about playing with me? How about being funny?
It would be better to give me a large amount of money, a noble family background, and a bunch of beautiful women, so that I can spend my life in style, and then I can barely stop being angry.
It’s just—forget it, it’s a done deal, there’s no point in talking about that.
A group of people quickly entered a dilapidated house.
The house is not big, and it seems that it belonged to a rich man in the past. In today's world, war is in chaos, and officials and nobles cannot protect themselves. What does a rich man without any foundation count?
There are many houses in Luoyang that have changed owners repeatedly. Who knows how the owner died.
There lived a large family of more than ten people in the house, plus seven or eight nurses, servants and maids.
To be honest, it's a bit shabby, sorry for their family background.
It's all the blame on the beasts of the Sima family!
Yu Zimei led the guests inside, and his wife, Mrs. Guanqiu, came out to see the guests.
Shao Xun stayed in the courtyard, folding his arms and scanning the surroundings.
He needs to be responsible for the safety of the middle-aged scribe named Yu Zhi (ái). After all, he is the person Sikong values ​​​​to win over. If he still wants to make a living in this troubled world, he must work harder.
The four military men who came with him were all from the East China Sea. They were about the same age and looked like seventeen or eighteen. At this time, they all looked at him with awe, dispersed silently, and stood in awe with their weapons.
Shao Xun chuckled.
These young soldiers had poor martial arts skills. He gave some casual instructions and corrected their wrong habits and actions, which immediately made them stand in awe.
Of course, it is also important that you are their direct supervisor.
In troubled times, people with ability can still enjoy themselves.
There were also a few men in burlap clothes in the courtyard, practicing martial arts in a serious manner.
Shao Xun took a look and was not very interested. His level was too low.
He also saw several young men in brocade robes chopping firewood, and a little girl was busy handing people water, and sometimes chatting and laughing. They looked very close, and they must be brothers and sisters.
Alas, as nobles, they never thought that one day they would have to do menial work, right?
Just wait, there will be a lot of fun later. Not only will you have to do rough work, but you will also starve and even die.
Aren't you surprised that your noble daughter was sold into slavery?
However, he immediately thought of himself and couldn't help but sigh.
His situation may not be better than others? It may even be worse.
Near Luoyang, there are too many chaotic troops, and they are not subordinate to each other, and they all have their own agendas. If one of them is not good, one day they will get into trouble, how can he resist the general trend alone?
Difficult to stretch.
"Do you want some water?" the little girl walked over, holding up her skirt and a porcelain bowl, and asked softly.
Shao Xun glanced at her. She looked about five or six years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, and she looked a bit like a beautiful woman.
But the most attractive thing about her is not her appearance, but her big, black eyes, which sparkle with enthusiasm, innocence, and curiosity, as if she had just been born into this world.
"No need." Shao Xun smiled and replied.
The little girl also smiled, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her big eyes curved like crescent moons, and there was no expression of anger or loss at all.
I saw her holding the porcelain bowl again and asking the other four sergeants one by one. The four of them waved their hands and refused, even a little at a loss.
Shao Xun secretly praised, the little girl is quite kind-hearted, which is rare in this society where nobles and inferiors are distinguished.
However, who would pity such a kind person in troubled times? When encountering a cruel person, nothing can be done with a single blow.
He suddenly became a little irritable.
You can't even think about showing off, this is such a shitty world.
He is just a soldier from the East China Sea. He has the same status as the other four soldiers around him. He has no origin or family background. In today's society, he is as humble as dust.
The Yu Zhi whom he escorted was a serious nobleman, but he didn't even look at him seriously, his attitude was very obvious.
The reality is here, if you don’t want to mess up, you actually have very few choices.
Like Shi Le, he joined the refugee commander Ji Sang in the hope of getting ahead - for people without family background, joining the peasant rebel army was a very good way.
But Jisang's strength was not good, and the peasant army was just a ragtag group. It was highly likely that he would be beaten violently on the battlefield, and even if he had a narrow escape, the outcome would be unpredictable.
So what about taking refuge in Liu Yuan? Let’s not talk about whether others are willing to accept it, but I am not too happy about it.
Come on, let’s watch while walking.
Sima Yue, King of the East China Sea, had just become Sikong and was in an embarrassing situation where no one could help him, whether he was a civil servant or a military general.
In fact, he doesn't even have military power, and he is currently trying to recruit military households from other states to Beijing.
After being so miserable, there is no one left.
"Whoosh!" An arrow flew out and missed the target...
A nurse in the Yu Mansion put down his bow in despair and murmured nothing.
When Shao Xun saw it, he couldn't help but said: "Have you never practiced before? Lean forward, lower your left arm, and turn your elbow inward..."
The nursing home is thoughtful.
Shao Xun stepped forward, grabbed the walking bow, picked up the bow and nocked an arrow, and finished in one go.
"Whoosh!" Hit the target.
The nursing staff looked at him stupidly, with complicated expressions in their eyes.
"Do you see clearly?" Shao Xun asked.
The nurse shook her head.
Shao Xun slowed down his movements and hit the target with another arrow.
"You haven't seen it clearly yet?" he asked again, and without waiting for anyone to answer, he shot the third arrow and still hit the target.
The nursing staff are numb.
"Well, this can only be done with more practice." Shao Xun shook his head, untied the bow string, handed it over along with the bow tip, and said, "It's time to change the string."
After saying that, he walked back to the wall, leaned there, and thought about things silently.
He has an instinctive familiarity with archery. Whether it is a walking bow or a riding bow, when he touches it in his hand, all the cells in his body seem to be jumping for joy, and various movements are churning in his mind.
Shooting on foot while wearing armor, shooting from left and right, shooting from horseback and riding, shooting from behind, etc. They are as familiar as if they had been a marksman in their previous life.
But he has no memories of his previous life, and only has various experiences in modern society in his mind.
Although the body that traveled through time was from a military household, it had only practiced archery a few times, and its results were average. It spent most of its time farming, so it could not have been brought about in this life.
After thinking about it, it may be due to talent, or there may be many unknown secrets in it.
Who cares! This is a good thing, right?
Even if I was really a marksman in my previous life, so what? I don’t remember it at all. This life is a new life. My body, personality, family background and social relationships are completely different. I am already a different person.
"What a great shot!" Several people chopping firewood in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and looked at each other with expressions of surprise on their faces.
There are tens of thousands of people in Luoyang's Central Army, and it's not that there are no sharpshooters, but they are generally difficult to come into contact with, and they are all in the hands of various clan kings.
This branch of the Yu family is now in decline.
If the main line can barely be regarded as a noble family, their branch can only be regarded as a minor surname, and there is a danger of slipping to Han Su - if no one in the family can hold a high position.
In today's world, Luoyang is almost the same as Longtan and Tiger's Den. Soldiers who were not valued in the past can no longer be treated as servants if they are highly skilled.
A family with a small family name like theirs even needs to use the courtesy of guests to win over them, although most of them will not be able to attract such elite soldiers - strictly speaking, guests are also servants, just the highest-level kind.
What a pity.
"You were so mean just now." The little girl came over again.
Shao Xun glanced at her and said, "If a man is not fierce, what's the use?"
The little girl retorted: "Brother is not cruel."
"There must be someone fierce in a family." Shao Xun said, "What's your name?"
"You are a bit rude." The little girl smiled and shook her head without saying anything.
Shao Xun also laughed.
"Why are you so bold?" the little girl asked: "I just talked to them, but they were hesitant and didn't dare to look at me."
After speaking, she looked at the other four sergeants.
Shao Xun was also asked. This question is more complicated, maybe it has something to do with social customs and traditions.
There is an invisible gap between the nobles and the lower-class people. They are already two "species", and they both have reproductive isolation.
Some people are used to being arrogant, and some are used to being humble. After hundreds of years, everyone has become accustomed to it, and even thinks it is right.
What a huge departure! No wonder he was taught a lesson by the likes of Liu Yuan and Shi Le.
As for why I don’t act cowardly, can I say that?
"You tell me your name, and I'll tell you the reason." Shao Xun joked.
The little girl narrowed her crescent moon again, covered her mouth and snickered, but still shook her head.
"Zimei, you will regret it, alas!" Shao Xun was about to say something when he heard a voice coming from the main hall.
Yu Zhi was a little unhappy and walked out. It seemed that his persuasion failed.
He went straight out the door without looking at Shao Xun and the other five.
Shao Xun signaled with his eyes, and the other four people immediately followed. After a while, the group left Yu Mansion.
"Wenjun, it's time to practice the piano." A voice came from the hall.
The little girl responded, holding up her skirt and entering the house.
Chapter completed!