Who is not Cao Cao?

Chapter 119
Sikong House.

Cao Cao flipped through the "New Interpretation of the Book of Changes" and "Mencius" in his hands.

Once, twice.

It was only after seeing it for the third time that I came back to my senses, and stared straight at Xun Yu who presented the book: "Wen Ruo, you said this was written by... Yulang?"

"It's said to be Hua Xin Hua Ziyu's work."

Xun Yu relayed Chen Qun's rhetoric to Cao Cao: "Marquis Shen has his own considerations."

Cao Cao tapped his fingers on the table, thinking of something alone.

"Yulang actually wanted to start from the Confucian classics, and the first thing he did was to abolish the prophecy, which is really unexpected."

Cao Cao roughly also thought that the new learning that He Yan joined forces with Hua Xin and Chen Qun had a deep relationship with his attitude towards He Yan that day.

"This child..."

"It's really outrageous."

Cao Cao himself didn't even think about directly abolishing the foundation of the Han Dynasty... In other words, Cao Cao had almost no idea about abolishing the foundation of the Han Dynasty, but He Yan did it.

Even if it's just a start.

Opening these two classics representing new learning again, Cao Cao froze the pages on one side.

"According to the deduction in this book, the next solar eclipse will be in February next year."

Cao Cao was sure that if a solar eclipse really happened on that day, the new school would rise at a terrifying speed, and correspondingly, the Han Dynasty would collapse at an even faster speed.

"Yulang will really make trouble for himself."

Once that time comes, the Han family will probably fight to the death. At that time, Hua Xin and Zheng Hun will have their reputations to protect them, and Chen Qun will be protected by the Yingchuan Chen family and the Yingchuan Xun family. What does He Yan rely on?
"Did he really treat others as fools? He thought everything would be fine if he gave Hua Xin the credit for making it up?"

Cao Cao tapped his fingers on the desk faster and faster, obviously feeling that this matter made him feel troublesome.

"It's a young man after all, he acts recklessly, and he doesn't care about the consequences."

Cao Cao, as an old fritter, naturally knew how cruel a war at this level was, and even if he won in many cases, it would be a miserable victory.

"Again..."

"How can you let your son go forward and let the old man hide behind?"

Cao Cao patted the book in his hand aside heavily: "The matter of new learning is of great importance, and it cannot be carried by Hua Xin, Chen Qun, and He Yan."

In order to prevent He Yan from being the target of public criticism, Cao Cao wanted to lure a big fish for the new learning, and then completely muddy the water.

"Call He Yan to come find me."

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At this time, He Yan was standing with Guo Jia at the gate of their city.

Guo Jia raised his hands tremblingly, and asked with wide eyes, "You made this city your home?"

"This is called turning my home into a city!"

He Yan also made a silent motion towards Guo Jia: "No! Keep your voice down! This is not a city! It's just... Wubao! Yes! Wubao!"

This day, he shouted "City" every day. If it really caught the attention of Xu County officials and confiscated this place, then it would be too late for He Yan to cry!

On the contrary, Wubao is a kind of folk defensive building, which is very common in the troubled times of the late Han Dynasty.

Moreover, there is often a powerful family behind a Wubao, and court officials turn a blind eye to the existence of Wubao.

"By the way, wait a minute."

He Yan found Xiang Yong, who was in charge of the gate, and asked them to hang two large characters on the gate of the city-【He Wu】.

"This will be much more pleasing to the eye!"

Guo Jia hesitated: "Is it pleasing to the eye? Are you sure you are not lying?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Do you still want to go to the brothel?"

Hearing that He Yan talked about the brothel, Guo Jia also knew that a man can bend and stretch, so he obediently shut his mouth and followed He Yan to the "Hewu" that was just named.

He Yan walked in front for a while, only to realize that Guo Jia had been thrown far away.

Reluctantly stood and waited for Guo Jia for a while, and finally waited until Guo Jia followed, He Yan walked a few steps forward, and found that Guo Jia had actually stopped by the roadside again.

I saw Guo Jia was talking with an old lady who was weaving straw sandals, and the two laughed from time to time, causing He Yan to turn back from the front.

"What is Feng Xiao talking about?"

Seeing He Yan coming, Guo Jia said goodbye to the aunt, and then dragged He Yan to a street corner and sat down.

"Why? Do you still have this habit?"

He Yan saw that Guo Jia had been staring at the aunt who sold the straw sandals, and thought that Guo Jia had taken a fancy to her.

"You think I'm you and Sikong?"

Guo Jia turned back unceremoniously, and then pointed to the fireworks on the street to signal He Yan to look: "In troubled times, I have traveled to many places, but this is the first time I have seen such a scene."

"What scene?"

"comfortable."

Guo Jia pointed to the aunt who was talking to him just now: "I have seen mat weavers and shoe sellers in other places, but those people would come up and cry when they saw the guests, saying how many poor children there are in their families, Trying to use the mercy of customers to sell their own goods."

"In this way, even if the goods are sold, the customers will not feel comfortable. On the contrary, they feel that they are being carried by others."

"But the old lady just now is different. She treats people kindly and doesn't buy or sell by force. I just asked about her family background and learned that she has three daughters, a son, and a husband who was paralyzed in bed because of joining the army. But even so, she still won't use her poverty to win sympathy, which is really strange."

After He Yan quietly listened to Guo Jia's words, he also looked at the old lady.

Five short stature, with thick calluses on the hands, wearing clothes made of coarse cloth...

In terms of appearance, it is indeed no different from other women.

But He Yan still said: "Feng Xiao, look at her stomach."

Guo Jia:? ? ?
"Marquis Shen still has such a hobby?"

"Fuck off!"

He Yan stared at the woman's stomach: "It's been a long time since the time for breakfast, but the woman's stomach is still round, which means she just had a full meal."

"Eating a full meal in the twelfth lunar month proves that her family has surplus food."

"A person, if they have surplus food in their family, they will naturally have ambition. Correspondingly, they will not let go of their dignity and ask for life in a rogue way."

"I say that, does Feng Xiao understand?"

Guo Jia looked at He Yan and felt that today's He Yan really brought him a big surprise: "The granary knows the etiquette, and the food and clothing know the honor and disgrace?"

He Yan nodded: "The people living in Hewu are basically my family's tenants, and I only charge them [-]% of the government's expropriation every time. In addition, I also give them the wages of weaving linen, so they naturally have a surplus of."

"Work...money?"

"Do you still have to pay the tenants for their work?"

When He Yan heard Guo Jia's question, he took out a copy of "Mencius" from his pocket and slapped it on his face: "I don't want to talk to you until you finish reading it..."

(End of this chapter)