At such a young age, facing the general trend of the world, having such a profound understanding and making such astonishing remarks is a talent that can be made in itself.
Huang has experienced battlefield killings and is used to seeing life and death.
Wei Yang believes that such people will shine in this era sooner or later.
"Huang, if you are so talented, why did you join the army?"
There was curiosity in Wei Yang's eyes, as if he wanted to see through the famine all at once: "People like you should know that becoming a Qin soldier will not make Qin strong and change its current poor and weak appearance."
After hearing Wei Yang's words, Huang, who had just taken a sip of water, screwed up the water bag: "The Qin Dynasty has been weak for a long time, private fights have become common, and the clan is stubborn and rotten."
"Only through profound reforms can Qin be saved, and only by astonishing talents can Qin be strengthened!"
At this time, Huang took a deep look at Wei Yang and said meaningfully: "The Qin Dynasty needs Legalist talents like Li Kui and Wu Qi. People like me can't do it."
Huang is by no means self-effacing.
He also knows the Dharma and understands the Dharma.
But his law is the law of future generations and belongs to the law of peaceful times.
"Haha...you are too modest!"
Wei Yang stood up and took a look at the sky: "Young Yang plans to go back, I wonder...?"
"Of course I'm going back!"
Huang chuckled lightly, and while packing the rations on the big stone, he said to Wei Yang: "My country is facing life and death, and my home is barren, so I need to go back!"
After packing up his things, Huang just turned towards Wei Yang and said: "Brother Yang, Huang hopes that you will shine in the Central Plains and become famous."
Looking at the confident young man, Wei Yang smiled: "Young Yang knows people from Bai's Chamber of Commerce. If you go west, you can go to Bai's to get some money, a change of clothes, and a good horse."
After saying that, Wei Yang took out a token from the belt around his waist and handed it to Huang: "This can be used as a voucher."
Hearing this, Huang took the token and said meaningfully: "Brother Yang, although we feel like old friends at first sight, Huang is a native of Qin. Brother Yang serves as the Zhongshu Cheng in the Prime Minister's Palace of Wei, so we are naturally hostile."
"I can't thank Huang enough for such a great kindness. If we meet again someday, I will offer Qin wine to Brother Yang."
"Hahaha……"
With a loud laugh, Wei Yang stood up, took a deep look at Huang, and said in a rather expectant tone: "The world is huge, and Lintao is not the only place. You should go out for a walk."
"Go out of the Qin State, meet hundreds of schools of thought, and see all the countries in the world. It will increase your knowledge and broaden your horizons."
"Farewell!"
"I will, Brother Yang, take your leave!"
The two of them bowed their hands and said goodbye. Wei Yang headed east toward Wei, and Huang headed west toward Qin.
There is a way back from both places.
Huang accepted the token given by Wei Yang. Now he needs this kind of heart. He needs to change the poverty in his family and improve his own situation.
Even if he wants to make money, he still needs capital. With his connections in Qin, he cannot raise this first pot of gold.
What's more, he wanted to keep in touch with Wei Yang, and accepting this kindness was undoubtedly the beginning of everything.
Favors are things that come and go.
They became familiar with each other over time, and eventually became friends and a relationship of interest with the same goals.
"Brother Yang, today's kindness will be repaid tomorrow!" With a firm thought in his heart, Huang's steps became faster in the cold wind.
The outbreak of this war is already approaching the end of the year, and the weather has begun to turn cold. Walking in the valley, the mountain wind blows, making people shiver.
What's more, Huang was only wearing a middle coat.
The weather is cold, and Huang's heart is even colder.
Although he was reborn, this was the early Warring States period, an era of great destruction and great creation. Even he felt desolate in his heart.
…
Three days later.
Huang entered Xiayang, which was the city closest to Shaoliang City and belonged to the Qin State in name. In fact, the Wei State was attacking Hexi, and the actual control here was in the hands of the Wei State.
Entering Xiayang City, Huang found someone to inquire about the location of the Bai Chamber of Commerce, and went there happily.
He knew that without money, food and horses, in this era, he would not be able to return to Qin or his hometown, and he might even starve to death on the way.
"Pa bang bang..."
A knock on the door and the door opened.
Bai Zhong, the deacon of the Bai Chamber of Commerce in Xia Yang City, walked out and looked at the dusty wasteland, his brows suddenly furrowed.
He thought they were hungry people, and just as he was about to open his mouth to drive them away, he noticed the impatience that quickly appeared on Bai Zhong's face, and Huang let go of his left hand holding the token.
"I wonder if the deacon knows this thing?"
A voice, like a thunderbolt, made Bai Zhong turn pale. Almost instantly, the impatience on his face disappeared visibly, and was soon replaced by enthusiasm.
"This is my Bai family's token. I naturally recognize it. I wonder what I call you, sir?" Bai Zhong saluted towards Huang, and then stretched out his hand: "Sir, please come in!"
"shortage!"
At the residence of Bai's Chamber of Commerce, Huang washed up, put on the clothes that Bai Zhong had found, had a meal, and then slept in his clothes.
After several days of traveling and sleeping in the open air, Huang was exhausted both physically and mentally. Now that he had arrived in Xia Yang, he naturally needed a good rest.
Xia Yang is still a long way from Zheng. Only by entering Zhengcheng can he enter the actual control area of Qin.
A Qin man, or a Qin soldier, walking on the territory controlled by the sworn enemy is basically dancing on the tip of a knife.
Huang stayed in Xiayang City for three days. During these three days, he did not even step out of the gate of Bai's residence.
"Deacon Bai, you have worked hard these three days, I am very grateful!"
Baizhong's face was full of smiles and his tone was humble: "Sir, you are holding my Bai family's token. Naturally, you are my Bai family's honored guest."
"Sir, you don't have to be polite. If you have any requests, just give me your instructions!"
Hearing this, Huang nodded and spoke to Baizhong, "Prepare for me a fast horse, some money, and a certificate of identity from the Bai Chamber of Commerce."
"As for the fast horse, all the expenses will be converted into money and recorded in my name. When I return, I will come to settle the matter in person."
"promise."
Bai Zhong nodded. He didn't say much. He knew in his heart that there were some things that he couldn't know. As the deacon of the Bai family, he just had to complete the task.
An hour later, Huang left Xiayang City on horseback and headed all the way towards Yueyang.
Now his identity is still a Qin soldier, and he needs to register at the government office before returning to Lintao.
Otherwise, if you don't register with the official office, it may have no impact at the moment, but in fact it will cause endless disasters in the future.
A dead soldier appears alive, and the Qin State can get away with it at this time.
However, once something happens, it will always be there.
Ruohuang has no ambitions and does not want to climb up the ladder. He just wants to become an old Qin man farming, so his influence is basically nonexistent.
But if you get to a high position, these past experiences will become black spots and an excuse for attacks by political opponents. Political struggles are often life-or-death battles.