"Your anger is of no use."
Yang Gong laughed again.
"Do you know what kind of opponent you are facing?"
"When Sima Yi conspired to rebel and killed General..., do you know where his followers came from?"
"They are all dead soldiers secretly trained by Master Sima. Until now, no one knows how he cultivated so many dead soldiers around him and how he made them hide."
"Master Sima is ruthless, capable of understanding people, patient and tolerant, and is good at winning people. He is more talented than his father!"
In fact, there is no need to speak of Yang Gong at all. Cao Mao certainly knows what kind of enemy he is facing.
Master Sima is a superb executor and rational decision-maker.
A leader who can sleep soundly on the eve of a coup.
Whether it is domestic affairs, strategy, or maneuvering, he is almost always top-notch.
Cao Mao even knew something that the Yang Gong in front of him didn't know. When Sima Shi participated in the battle to pacify Huainan, he was physically shocked by a young general who was seven in and seven out.
After his eyeballs were blown out, he endured the severe pain and chewed the sheets to pieces without saying a word, without letting his subordinates know.
Thereby stabilizing the army, defeating the enemy, and finally being hurt to death.
Cao Mao really didn't want to fight against such an opponent.
I always feel that he is more terrifying than Sima Yi.
After all, Sima Yi left a way for others to escape, but Master Sima was the kind of person who was ruthless and ruthless, with the result of killing.
"Now Master Sima has completely occupied the temple. The current dethronement is the best proof. His power is even greater than that of Wei Wu at the beginning, and no one can control it."
"If you had been born twenty years earlier, there might still be hope."
"But now..."
Yang Gong shook his head, pointed at the rogues in the distance and said:
"These rangers are not bad in nature. You'd better find a reason to send them away to avoid being killed together!"
It wasn't until Liu Lu came with the wine bottle that Mr. Yang returned to his original depressed appearance, gulping down wine, his eyes blurred, and he was intoxicated.
Today's Cao Mansion is as quiet as the entire Yuancheng. Even the rangers who usually escape are silent at this moment. What happened today is beyond their acceptance. They are just Yu Ding in an ordinary county town without farmland. , the major events in the temple are so far away that they cannot understand them.
.........
The next day, Cao Mao got up early. When he walked out of the inner hall, his face looked a little haggard.
Cao Mao hasn't slept peacefully for a day since he traveled through time.
He had thought of ways to break the situation countless times, but it was simply too difficult and there was no chance at all.
"Country man!"
Liu Lu stood in front of Cao Mao panting, still holding the wooden stick in his hand.
Without saying a word, Cao Mao took the stick in his hand and began to swing it.
The long stick was powerful in his hand, and as he walked, it gradually became shrill and screamed, making bursts of sound.
Liu Lu took a few steps back and stood with the other rangers, watching Cao play with his stick.
"Oh, this person really can't be compared with others...Everything in the township school is so fast."
Liu Lu's eyes were full of complexity.
He taught him this stick technique. Who would have thought that now Cao Gong can actually practice it better than his teacher.
The man with the tattoo on his face said with a smile: "My fellow countryman is such a good figure. In addition, he has been practicing hard this year, without wasting a day, and he is so sacrificial in his life. Such an achievement is deserved.”
Cao Mao practiced everything, including sticks, swords, and bows, including riding.
Just like Yang Gong said, he was seriously insecure and had reached the point where he was hungry and used all methods to increase his strength, which of course included martial arts.
At the end of the morning exercise, Cao Mao's whole body was already wet.
Panting, he threw the wooden stick aside, took the cloth from Liu Lu, and wiped his eyes.
This exercise also seemed like a kind of catharsis. The haze in his eyes disappeared and his whole person became much more relaxed.
"Let's go! Go outside for a walk!"
Cao Mao waved his hand and led more than ten of his helpers out the door.
Yuancheng is not a large county town, and there are not many pedestrians on the streets. Cao Mao did not ride in a carriage and walked on the road, feeling the refreshing autumn wind blowing in his face.
Cao Mao is very famous in the city.
Pedestrians he met bowed to him one after another, and Cao Mao smiled and waved in return.
Occasionally, he met a few children, who were laughing and clinging to Cao Mao's side. Cao Mao gave them some food and let them play by themselves.
Just like this, we walked all the way to the south of the city, facing a restaurant with two floors, and the decoration was quite extraordinary.
As soon as the boy at the door saw Cao Mao, he rushed into the house.
Soon, a chubby man walked out with a smile on his face. This man was the owner of the restaurant.
"I didn't know that my countryman was here, but I couldn't greet him. I hope you can forgive me."
This man was extremely polite to Cao Mao and stood aside with his head bowed.
Cao Mao nodded and walked into the restaurant. There were many people sitting in the restaurant, making a noise. When Cao Mao walked in, the restaurant became silent for a moment.
Obviously, these people have heard some rumors.
The host welcomed Cao Mao and sat down in his old seat. Cao Mao didn't like single rooms, he liked the noisy market atmosphere.
"Give us a plate of golden rice."
"okay!!"
The store owner was very happy and hurriedly let people into the kitchen.
The store owner was polite to Cao Mao not just because of his status.
Cao Mao helped this restaurant a lot and provided a lot of recipes, including the broken gold rice just ordered, which was also passed down by Cao Mao.
It's actually just egg fried rice.
The princes of the Wei Dynasty did not have any food stored in their homes. In order to subsidize his family, Cao Mao successively found several local merchants and obtained wealth by cooperating with them.
The laws of the Wei Dynasty stipulated that princes could not do business or have their own property.
Cao Mao found a loophole and collected gratitude gifts by giving them guidance, which can be said to be tuition fees or investments.
In this year, many big merchants emerged from Yuancheng, and Cao Mao was no longer short of money.
The restaurant was full of acquaintances from the past, but no one dared to approach Cao Mao easily at this moment, as if an invisible barrier had once again appeared between Cao Mao and them.
In this silence, someone finally mustered up the courage.
A familiar diner asked with a smile: "Mr. Cao, I heard that the angel came to Yuancheng to invite you to Luoyang to become the emperor. Is this true?"
Liu Lu was the first to answer: "Of course it's true!"
Everyone who listened with their ears pricked up couldn't help but marveled, and the eyes they looked at Cao Mao became increasingly different.
Before the emperor was killed in the street, at least at the bottom level, the emperor was still very sacred, possessing a certain kind of mystery and being absolutely extraordinary.
It can be said that the Sima family has made outstanding achievements in getting rid of superstition.
Luo Shui's fart proved that oaths made to the sky and mountains and rivers can be broken, and there is no need to worry about divine punishment. The regicide in the street made the world understand that the emperor was also a mortal and could be stabbed to death by an ordinary spear.
They even appointed a fool as the emperor, created a new upper limit for Chinese emperors, and achieved unprecedented achievements!
The store owner lowered his head and personally delivered the food to Cao Mao.
"If you can become emperor, it will be a blessing to all people. You must be a wise king like Emperor Wen."
The store had a few words of praise.
Emperor Wen's reputation among the clan and among the people was very different.
His reputation among the people is better than that of Cao Cao and Cao Rui. He developed the farming system, implemented the grain and silk trade, stabilized social order, and basically solved the inflation caused by the war.
At the same time, he carried out strategic defense in various places, restored private production, removed many prohibitions, lightened tariffs, prohibited personal feuds, widely discussed light punishments, recuperated with the people, and was diligent and thrifty in burials.
These policies appeased the people in the north and created a certain degree of prosperity, which greatly increased Wei's national power.
Cao Mao grabbed the store owner and pulled him to sit next to him.
"What I sent Liu Lu to tell you last night should have come to fruition, right?"
The store owner wiped his forehead and said, "Yes, yes."
"Yang Gong Yang Zong was once the chief clerk of the great... auxiliary general Cao Shuang."
"Later, Cao Shuang's rebellion failed, and the Duke of Anping pardoned his crimes and made him a minister."
"I heard that he was at odds with the current general in private and had contradicted him many times. The general wanted to kill him, but General Wei pleaded with him with all his strength and was demoted to the local government..."
Cao Mao narrowed his eyes, "Is this really true?"
"It's absolutely true. You don't know how much money I spent to figure this out..."
"Don't worry, I still have many recipes, all from the palace, which will help you earn more in the future."
Cao Mao said and let go of the store owner's shoulders.
The store owner was delighted, with a smile on his face, and he hurriedly saluted Cao Mao again and again.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Cao! Thank you so much, Mr. Cao!"
