The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 305 The Conspirator, The Ears of the World

At the gate of Wuyuan County, Wei Musheng, Chen Wei and more than [-] riders successfully returned.

Although they set off on the same day as Lu Bu, the war horses under their crotch were not a little bit worse than the red dodder, not to mention that Lu Bu returned home like an arrow.

In the southeast corner of the city, the original small school was moved here from outside the city, and the area it occupies is several times larger than before.It used to be just a dilapidated house with a thatched roof, but now it has been replaced by shotguns, with bricks and tiles covering the roof, and soil to cultivate one's self-cultivation.

This is not the idea of ​​a joke, but the parents of those children, petitioned the sheriff, and then worked hard to build a new school.

The people in the city used to be poor people, either displaced or working as tenant farmers for the gentry.They never dared to imagine that their own children could also learn to read and write, which was a treatment that only the children of wealthy families could enjoy.

Watching the children write the new words and words they have learned on the ground with branches and stones, as parents, they have indescribable pride in their hearts.

In the world, which parent does not hope that their son will become a dragon, but their daughter will become a phoenix.

The drama does not charge a penny to impart knowledge, the common people are grateful, and whenever they have something good at home, they must be the first to send it to this gentleman.

The number of disciples and students in the school, from a few at the beginning, to a dozen, has now exceeded two hundred.

As young as six or seven years old, as old as thirteen or fourteen.

Reading is a sacred thing, at least in the eyes of the simple peasants.

Whenever passing the street in front of the school hall and hearing the sound of reading from the school hall, the people on the road would step lightly and be in awe.As long as there is no important matter, they will never take a step into the school, for fear that ordinary people like them will defile the holy place of the school.Being able to take a look at one's own child from a distance is enough to satisfy one's heart.

"Xiao Mister, how do you pronounce this word?" The six or seven-year-old boy held a bamboo slip and approached the white fox boy.

Xi Ce once invited Guo Jia to teach, so that he would not have to do nothing all day long.As a result, Guo Jia rejected it on the spot. He knew his temperament, he was dissolute and unrestrained, and he couldn't bear the tedious and tedious work of teaching.

Only when I am very bored, I will come to the school for a couple of laps.

The students in the school hall will call him 'Little Mister'.

I remember that the first two times when Guo Jia came here, many young students who were similar to his age were dissatisfied with him and made things difficult for him.

The result is self-evident.

Although the current Guo Jia has not yet grown into a full-fledged ghost, with his current smart mind, few people can suppress him.

This gang of village youths, just relying on the knowledge they have learned for a few months, came to show off, trying to stump Guo Jia, it is simply whimsical.On the contrary, Guo Jia was taken aback for a while by letting Guo Jia talk about the legend of ghosts.

Guo Jia followed the position of the boy's fingers, froze for a moment, and then explained to him: "This word, read 'ke', Jing Ke's Ke."

After the little boy understood, he bowed in a dignified manner, and said: "Xie Xiao, Mr. Xiao, for your advice."

Guo Jia let out an 'um', stood up, walked to a door, and kicked the door open.

Hearing the sound of warming up in the house, he looked sideways and saw that it was Guo Jia, who waved to him with a smile on his face, "Feng Xiao, come here, come here to keep warm."

Guo Jia turned around and closed the door, walked up to him and yelled, "Xi Zhicai, are you crazy to teach them this! If it reaches the Han court, a hundred heads won't be enough for you to chop off!"

Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin comes from "Warring States Policy. Yan Policy III".

The Han family respects Confucianism, but the political ideas and rhetorical strategies advocated in "Warring States Policy" are completely contrary to it and have no harmony with it.

"The etiquette propagandized by Confucianism is nothing more than a means of being loyal to the emperor and loving the country, and fooling the people. After all, the more stupid the people are, the easier it is for them to control them."

Xi Ce said indifferently, Guo Jia is not an outsider, and there is no need to falter and haw to cover up.

"Today's son is very happy, benevolence and righteousness are not performed, and officials are sold out; the prince is not established, eunuchs interfere in politics, foreign relatives take power, and there are open and secret fights in the court. Two disasters caused by the party, foreign races frequently invaded the border for years, the rebellion of moth thieves, and the rebellion in Liangzhou... one A series of things are enough to explain the problem."

"Use Confucianism in prosperous times, but in troubled times, use soldiers."

"Others can't see clearly, you and I should understand better than anyone else. The fate of the Han Dynasty is coming to an end."

"I believe it's not just me, there must be many people, they are all waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the building to fall, and then - everyone pushes the wall."

After the drama was finished, the anger in Guo Jia's heart also dissipated, and he could best understand the idea of ​​the drama.They are both the same kind of people, and they are not the same kind of people.

Guo Jia walked over and sat down, stretched his hand over the charcoal basin, and started to bake it, with a slight displeasure on his delicate face: "You have given advice and advice to Lu Bu, and you have devoted yourself to it. He is fine, he has been back for so many days, and it's fine if he doesn't come to see you , didn't even say hello, what a wolf-hearted guy, I feel worthless for you!"

"General, he has always been a very family-oriented person. To him, his wife and daughter are even more important than his position as a general." Joker smiled and said nonchalantly.

Immediately, as if thinking of something, he turned his head to look at the kid in front of him, and said angrily: "Guo Fengxiao, Guo Fengxiao, when did you use such a clumsy trick."

"I don't have time to spare. I take care of your two affairs." The young man who had been exposed coughed twice and took a sip of wine.

Throughout the prefectures and counties under the jurisdiction of the Han Dynasty, aristocratic families relied on land and books to monopolize the way to become officials, and used students and old officials to consolidate their status and inheritance.

This place in Wuyuan County has suffered from wars and wars over the years, and now it has not been rebuilt. Not to mention aristocratic families, even the gentry and landlords have not yet formed.Except for the war, no one will pay attention to this place.Sow a handful of seeds now, and when they grow up, there will be no shortage of people, at least in small ways.

This kind of long-term strategic vision made Guo Jia feel a little bit self-deprecating.

"It's been a long time since I saw Yuan Zhi." Xi Ce rubbed his hands together, his eyes soft.When they were studying in Yingchuan Shushu, the three of them were almost inseparable. They were both students from poor families, and they had a rare congenial spirit.

Hearing that Xu Shu was mentioned in the drama, Guo Jia replied indifferently: "He, it's not like you don't know that he has loved martial arts since he was a child. Isn't the military camp not far outside the city, and he doesn't feel tired looking for people to compete with each other every day, just like a martial idiot."

"Yuan Zhi is not material for martial arts." Xi Ce said with a smile, Xu Shu also has a stubborn temper, and he will never turn back if he doesn't hit the south wall.

"It's useful for both of us to know, but he himself doesn't know." Guo Jia expressed his depression.

Xi Ce picked up the bamboo stick at his feet, picked up the firewood in the charcoal basin, and made a conclusion on this topic: "When he thinks about it someday, he will naturally pick up the book and work hard."

(End of this chapter)