The seventh day of the second month of the seventh year of Guanghe.
Liu Xiang was woken up by someone.
I don’t know when he fell asleep last night. He must have been very late. When he woke up today, he felt a headache. It was like an awl was stuck from his eyes to his brain and kept stirring. Maybe someone wanted to eat his brain.
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I feel dazed when I'm in a daze, my body lets my mind wander and I don't care about it, bad review.
The attendant fetched water and he washed.
When the waiter brought him food, he ate it.
He looked like he was being manipulated by others.
He thought it would be better to pretend to be honest.
"Today's porridge is good. There is no rice bran in the rice." Liu Xiang ate rice porridge in the morning, with unknown wild vegetables added to it. It tasted good and was edible.
During the Eastern Han Dynasty, rice was indeed grown in Hunu County, Youzhou. It was not just nonsense. A prefect named Zhang Kan introduced it and cultivated 8,000 hectares of rice fields in Hunu County.
"It's specially made for Liu Lang. Qu Shuai said that Liu Lang is weak and needs to take supplements."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Liu Xiang replied perfunctorily and had no interest in continuing the conversation.
He stood up and opened the boxes he had brought yesterday. One box contained a few pieces of clothing, and the other contained a dozen scrolls of bamboo slips.
These bamboo slips were copied bit by bit by his father Liu Zhong with great effort. There are several "The Analects", several volumes of Sutra, "Mencius" and "Spring and Autumn" Gongyang Zhuan, all of which are fragments.
, no set is complete.
It wasn't that it was lost or damaged. His father didn't collect them all.
It is difficult for children from poor families to pursue academic studies.
These bamboo slips are Liu Xiang's most precious possessions. They are not just his father's relics. The knowledge recorded on them can really help people change their families. Even if they are sold for money, each scroll can be worth tens of thousands of dollars.
This is the most valuable thing in their old Liu family.
His father also left him 20 acres of paddy field, which he rented to his neighbors at a tenth of ten percent. On weekdays, he also helped people write letters and calculated rent adjustments and taxes, so he could still live a comfortable life.
The weather was nice today and the sun was very bright. Liu Xiang took the bamboo slips out to dry them in the sun. He was afraid that they would get damp or be eaten by insects, which would make him feel very distressed.
There were a few people watching from a distance, their eyes full of envy but they didn't dare to get close. The people of the Han Dynasty had a reverence for knowledge that we in modern times cannot imagine.
Modern times are an era of information explosion. Either actively or passively, we have come into contact with a lot of knowledge. That knowledge was extremely precious and exaggeratedly rich when it came to the Eastern Han Dynasty. Liu Xiang blinked, and it turned out that he was
So rich?
I felt extremely confident instantly.
"I have a unique skill, but I don't know its name. Qiang said it is: the technique of great movement." Liu Xiang muttered in a low voice.
I secretly had some fun and felt much better.
I spent the whole afternoon reading books and planned to walk around the camp in the afternoon. I didn’t dare to leave the camp for fear of being misunderstood.
It's just that the Yellow Turban Army Camp is too chaotic. The people are in chaos, and the tents are also in chaos. There are no walls, no trenches, and all kinds of samsara objects are everywhere. Is this called a military camp? It's just a random place to live in the lee of the wind.
After walking a few steps, he lost interest. He turned to the attendant and said, "Are there any horses in the camp?"
Liu Xiang could ride a horse. Whether it was the modern Liu Xiang or the original Liu Xiang in the Han Dynasty, he could ride a horse. It was impossible to gallop on a horse, charge into battle, and perform equestrian performances, but he could still ride on a horse.
He was going to practice riding, a skill that could save lives.
Looking at the little red horse brought by the attendant, it has a lot of hair and a gloomy look. It doesn't look like a war horse. Forget it, it's nice to have it. What kind of bicycle do you want?
Riding this short packhorse, which was brown and red in color and had little strength, he circled around the camp, then turned around and headed out of the camp.
Liu Xiang looked at the attendants who were following him, and saw that they had no intention of stopping him. They continued to circle outside the camp for a few times, but the horse couldn't run anymore, so he had to go back.
It would be nice to have a good horse, I want a good horse!
I woke up, had a meal, read a book, and rode a horse, and spent three days honestly like this.
Deng Mao came back and was in a very bad mood.
"Mr. Yicheng doesn't know that that man is very domineering."
Liu Xiang felt that his opportunity had come, and said calmly: "Have Qu Shuai made a decision?"
"Both I and Cheng Zhiyuan are Commander-in-Chief of the Thirty-Sixth Square Qu. They were promised by my master, but that man wants to annex our troops and asks me to become a deputy general with him! I am really angry."
Deng Mao hit the desk hard, and he couldn't bear the anger, so he hit it several more times.
"This husband, someone kindly reminded him that he did not care about kindness and annexed most of the troops of a certain family. Sooner or later, I will kill him with a knife!"
Liu Xiang advised: "Commander Qu, please calm down your anger for the time being. Don't act on your own initiative at this time. Although the Yellow Turbans have many people, they have no foundation. They have no money, food, and soldiers. They are just wandering bandits, and they will be destroyed in an instant."
Seeing that Deng Mao was still angry and unspeakable, he added: "You can't go to Guangyang. If you go, you will only become someone else's lackey. It's better to take Yuyang."
Yuyang County has a population of 400,000, with sharp soldiers and abundant food and grass. There are salt and iron officials, and there are pastures in the north, where a large number of war horses can be obtained.
Yuyang is the crown of Youzhou."
Deng Mao was a little uneasy and looked very confused, "Can Yuyang take it?"
Liu Xiang said calmly: "It's a bit difficult."
"this……"
Liu Xiangxin said, this Deng Mao is not capable of achieving great things. No wonder he was reduced to deputy general Cheng Zhiyuan in history and was sent away by Mr. Zhang with a spear.
Then he said in confusion: "If Cheng Zhiyuan takes Guangyang, the general will probably be even more embarrassed at that time, and he won't be able to save the remaining half of his troops, right?"
Deng Mao was in a dilemma. He pondered for a long time and then said: "There are only 3,000 people left. I'm afraid they won't be able to enter Yuyang County."
After hearing Deng Mao's weak words, Liu Xiang curled his lips, I don't want you to fight Yuyang at all, I just want to run away.
In order to escape safely, he said to Deng Mao: "If we attack Yuyang by force, is there any difference between three thousand Yellow Turbans and thirty thousand Yellow Turbans? We can't defeat them anyway."
Deng Mao was shocked, "Sister-in-law, you're the one who deceived me into attacking Yuyang, and you're the one who said he couldn't beat me. Do you really think I won't kill you?"
Sure enough, this is Deng Mao's nature. He can't pretend to be a Corporal Li Xian. Liu Xiang's idea of running away has become more determined. Now he can't be impatient. He stood up, bowed his hands and said:
"Commander Qu, please calm down. My opinion is that Yuyang is invincible and can only be outmaneuvered."
"How to outsmart him?"
"I brought a few dead soldiers to introduce the epidemic to the Yuyang military camp.
The commander-in-chief of Qu then sent some clever and articulate people to Yuyang County to spread rumors that there was going to be a serious epidemic in Yuyang County.
When an epidemic breaks out in the army, the people in the county will be panicked, and many people will abandon the city and flee. Outside the city, the commander will either kidnap the refugees, or attack and kill the powerful children of aristocratic families to strengthen his troops, and then clean up the manors and forts to obtain materials and weapons.
Yuyang is in turmoil, and the prefect has no troops to use, so he will definitely recruit brave soldiers and train new troops. Commander Qu will take this opportunity to send people into the city to recruit, treat the many people and have the power, start things in the city, occupy the treasury and attack the county government, and great things can be accomplished."
Deng Mao looked at Liu Xiang blankly. This young man was not old, the hair on his lips had not receded, he was thin and about seven feet tall, but he was so scheming.
If such a person plots against me, what should I do?