The cheap uncle walked to the bow of the boat in a few steps, pulled Old Hutou off the boat, punched and kicked him and said: "I asked you to push the boat, but you'd better hide in the boat. If anything happens, our uncle and nephew will There is no way out."
Lao Hutou complained about the pain while praising his uncle and nephew for their prowess. The two of them could fight nearly ten people.
Zhang Liang ignored these compliments and said: "Uncle, if things go wrong, we can jump into the river to escape and leave this old thing to them."
Old Hutou began to cry again with runny nose and tears, saying that if he were younger, he would definitely help kill the enemy.
Zhang Liang ignored this and said hello. The three of them pushed the boat into the river. Yiyi jumped on the boat and rowed to the other side.
It’s just that rowing is a completely unfamiliar skill to Zhang Liang. In later generations, he only rowed pedal boats in the park. Although he also participated in rafting a few times, he mostly went down the river.
Uncle Cheap doesn't know how to row a boat either, but Old Hutou is giving random directions in the boat.
The boat started to circle in the river when it was halfway across the river. It had rained heavily a few days ago and the river was so fast that the boat drifted with the current and gradually drifted downstream.
Suddenly Lao Hutou became alert. Through the sound of the torrent, Lao Hutou seemed to hear something. Then he whispered: "There is the sound of horse hooves."
The uncle and nephew did not dare to paddle and let the boat drift down the river.
After a moment, you can see what appear to be starry lights in the distance. At first Zhang Liang thought it was a city. As the boat floated closer and closer, Zhang Liang saw a large village standing on Hebei.
The walls of the village were brightly lit, and from time to time there were wandering horses and probing horses running around without lighting torches.
Zhang Liang took a breath of cold air. If he crossed the river rashly, he might die without a burial place.
This feeling is like playing a game, surrounded by the fog of war. After walking for two days, it seems that I have escaped the enemy, but I have entered the battlefield of the previous few days. Although it is relatively safer, if the large group of troops withdraws, it will not be a direct collision with the muzzle of the gun.
If we go ashore and continue to the west and then north, we may have to walk for dozens of days, but we may not have enough food.
Zhang Liang touched his chin habitually and thought.
Suddenly he wanted to understand something, so he approached Lao Hutou and asked, "Can this river lead to the sea?"
Old Hutou blinked, thought for a while and said, "Young official, this is really difficult for me, and I don't even know."
Then Zhang Liang expressed his thoughts, first drifting down the river, as close to the seaside as possible, and then proceeding along the seaside towards Laizhou.
The two of them nodded in praise and followed the river's turn.
Not far in front of everyone, a fire dragon lay across the river.
Zhang Liang looked carefully and saw that it was a pontoon bridge that firmly connected the two sides of the bank. The bridge was covered with torches.
The boat slowly approached the pontoon. Zhang Liang was grateful for his luck. If the pontoon was low, the boat would not be able to pass. He would have to go ashore to race the horses.
Fortunately, the ships under this pontoon bridge are tall and the bridge is wide. There is not a single person on the bridge. In the part of my memory that does not belong to me, I vaguely remember the logging half a month ago, as if to build such a pontoon bridge.
With the waves, the pontoon boats and pontoon bridges creaked and creaked, and the river swirled and flowed past the large boats supported by the pontoon bridges. Only the swollen and whitened corpses were sinking and floating in these whirlpools.
The old bearded man sighed again: "What a sin."
It was late at night and the stars were sparse. Zhang Liang was lying on the boat with his back stretched out, and the old bearded man was already snoring slightly.
Zhang Liang looked at the bright moon like a hook. It's been a few days since I traveled back in time, and my life hangs on a thread. It's rare to think about my future life at this moment.
Suddenly in his thoughts, the dark-faced man held up a pair of xuanhua board axes and cursed: "Kill to Tokyo to seize the bird's throne and let my brother be the emperor." Zhang Liang tapped the side of the boat with his hand, smiled and thought, although the emperor is good, but he can't. That was a lonely man with no family ties. There were Tang Dynasty, Xuanwumen, Shenlong, Maweiyi, Ganlu, more than twenty times.
Zhang Liang doesn’t think this feeling of walking on a tightrope is a good feeling? You can't trust anyone, because even those you trust will try to take away your rights from you, even though extreme rights can bring extreme enjoyment. However, the price is indeed too high. If you are randomly put into an information cocoon by a group of people, you may go to Jingshan to hang yourself from the southeast branch.
Powerful ministers are the opposite of imperial power. In the Northern Song Dynasty, outstanding figures such as Wang Anshi and Sima Guang, and even Cai Jing, an elite man, probably could not be called powerful ministers in the Northern Song Dynasty, not to mention that they did not end well. Wang and Sima were really trying to sell white powder. With my heart, I earn money to buy cabbage. It is said that Cai Jing enjoys the money from selling white powder. This struggle in the court is not a struggle in the office. Cai Jing did not enjoy his powerful position and was exiled early, which affected his family.
The family members traveled through time too late, a hundred years earlier. There was still a chance in the early Tang Dynasty, but in the late Tang Dynasty, they had already been taken over by Huang Chao. Looking at the way Uncle Cheap talked in his sleep, he was considered to be from a poor family no matter how he looked at it.
Rich merchants, relying on the knowledge brought by later generations, can crush today's hand-crafted workshop-style productivity with any product. When the time comes, there will be collusion between government and businessmen to make white gloves, benefit transfer and rights protection, Zhang Liang can't help but I'm thinking about marrying several concubines and eating delicacies from the mountains and seas...
Suddenly a gust of cool wind blew by, and Zhang Liang shuddered. Yes, there is a time to throw away the gloves when they are dirty, even if it was Shen Wansan who invested in the emperor through an angel, or Hu Xueyan who resurged the Qing Dynasty, those who died a good death.
Zhang Liang suddenly understood. The difference between ancient society and modern society is that money needs the protection of authority. The authority does not lie with the king, but with the ministers. A small official can get a small amount of money, a magistrate can get a large amount of money, and a rich man can get it. It can be obtained with convenience, a super rich relative of the emperor can get it, and the super rich emperor and old man will also be tempted. This is not like the personal wealth that is legally acquired in modern society in later generations and is sacred and inviolable.
Zhang Liang thought about it, he couldn't continue to be this gangster, and what he had eaten for a few days after traveling through time was just better than bran.
Suddenly Zhang Liang stood up and seemed to think of something, yes, Zhang Zuolin, warlord, you are here to grab money. I have soldiers, and I speak with the barrel of a gun. I usually listen to the instructions but not the propaganda.
But then I thought again, he was a hero in troubled times. The premise is that there is no unified country in troubled times. Even if the separatist party can withstand the encirclement and suppression from all directions and become the emperor, it will still have to face the issue of the emperor's authority. Once his subordinates have ideas, coupled with the external The infiltration of power, Zhang Liang had a headache when he thought about how many subordinates Baldy Jiang had bribed with money during the Republic of China.
You can't just stay like this gangster. This won't work, and that won't work either. Countless histories have proven how insignificant a person's time travel is in this torrent of history.
Think about it, Zhang Liang was already a working emperor before time travel, with high income and high net worth. He earned and spent his own money. He really wouldn't change for an emperor.
Thinking about it, Zhang Liang gradually fell into sleep. It seems that in the dream, an old man wearing a kerchief, stroking his gray beard, chanted: "The essence of the heart is the law of heaven."
