It clears up after the rain, and the clouds fill the western sky.
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: "Once he has achieved his ambition, he is arrogant, extravagant and possesses power, indulges in feasting, and becomes a big trouble." There are hundreds of ruined public and private houses in the mansion, and China and foreign countries are disappointed. In this matter, Zimei also suffered a loss. Why did Sikong Zhengpi's nephew not be allowed to serve as an official?"
Speak impassionedly. Judging from the expression on this man's face, 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 is very familiar with this brother of the same family. He usually does nothing and only likes to talk. Worrying about the country and the people is definitely not his style. This time I came to persuade him to let his son become an official. His words and expressions were so urgent, and it seemed that he was deeply entangled 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 definitely make him famous among the gentry, 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: "Sikong Kaifu, what kind of subordinates are there?"
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 she couldn't hear what was going on, so she asked a little strangely.
The middle-aged scribe was a little embarrassed and said: "Liu Qia of the East China Sea is Zuo Sima."
"Dai Yuan of Guangling, offering wine to the military adviser."
"Donghai Mihuang, take up the post of supervisor."
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"To put it bluntly, except for Cao Shangshu, they all have small surnames and poor family backgrounds. 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? ?”
"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: "Okay, let's have a good talk."
The group of people walked forward.
The middle-aged scribe was followed by several military men, all young.
The leader looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes were steady and even a little bold, not like the shrinking or inferiority complex of ordinary soldiers, which made Yu Zimei slightly unhappy.
Sikong is really confused. Is everyone in the feudal country 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? nonexistent! Such a high-end thing has no chance with him.
Various martial arts and riding skills are good, but they are just experience and knowledge. There is no muscle memory at all. Currently, I have 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 own, but it didn't feel like it.
God allowed me to travel to this time, how about playing with me? Funny?
It would be better to give me a large sum of money, a noble family background, and a bunch of beauties to make me live a life of ease, then I would barely be angry at all.
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 used to belong to a rich man. In today's world, war is in chaos, officials and nobles cannot protect themselves, and what does a rich man with no foundation matter?
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 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, crossing 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 soldiers 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 in their eyes, dispersed silently, and stood in awe with their weapons.
Shao Xun chuckled.
These young soldiers have 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 several men in burlap clothes in the courtyard, practicing martial arts in a serious manner.
Shao Xun glanced at it 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 even joking. 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's more fun to come. Not only do they have to do menial work, but they also starve and even die.
Aren't you surprised that your noble daughter was sold into slavery?
However, he then thought of himself and couldn't help but sigh.
His situation may not be better than others? Or even worse.
Near Luoyang, there were too many chaotic troops, none of them subordinate to each other, and each had their own agenda. If one of them is not good, one day they will become popular. How can he resist the general trend alone?
Difficult to stretch.
"Do you want some water?" The little girl walked over with her skirt in hand and a porcelain bowl in her hand, and asked softly.
Shao Xun glanced at her. She seemed to be about five or six years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, and she seemed to be a bit of a beauty.
But the most attractive thing about her is not her appearance, but her big, black eyes, which shine with passion, 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 raised slightly, 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 you encounter a cruel person, you can only kill him with a knife.
He was suddenly irritable.
You can't even think about showing off, this is a hell of a 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 Ji Sang was not strong enough, 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 or not, even I am not very willing.
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 nurse looked thoughtful.
Shao Xun stepped forward, grabbed the walking bow, picked up the bow and nocked an arrow, and finished it 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 guardian shook his 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 homes were numb.
"That's all, 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 and leaned there, thinking about things silently.
He had an instinctive familiarity with archery. Whether it is a walking bow or a riding bow, when you touch it in your hand, all the cells in your body seem to be cheering for joy, and various movements are churning in your mind.
Armored foot shooting, left and right bow shooting, walking horse shooting, lying down shooting and back shooting, etc. 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.
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 the Luoyang Central Army, and it is not that there are no sharpshooters, but they are generally difficult to come into contact with, and they are all in the hands of the sect 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 Tiger's Den. The killing warriors 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.
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 the family." Shao Xun said: "What is your name?"
"You're 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 related to social customs and traditions.
There is an invisible gap between the nobles and the lower-class people. They are already two "species", and they are both reproductively isolated.
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 departure! No wonder he was taught a lesson by people like 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.
