Uncle Emperor, I am really not Wolong Zhuge!

Chapter 1 I am really not Crouching Dragon Zhuge, but Liu Bei invited me to come out!

AD 207, the 12th year of Jian'an!
autumn!
Newfield.

Liu Bei, who had just obtained Xu Shu's military advisor, had to bid farewell to Yuan Zhi and leave.

After a wandering life, Uncle Liu Huang finally met a talented man. He could only watch Xu Shu's leaving figure, feeling deeply hurt.

"Big brother..."

"Big brother..."

"The military advisor has gone far."

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei walked behind Liu Bei and comforted his eldest brother.

Liu Bei stared at Xu Shu's back, which was blocked by a forest.

Liu Bei's voice was sad as he waved his riding whip and pointed at the woods!

"Cut down that forest for me!"

"It blocked Yuan Nao's figure!"

At that moment, Liu Bei burst into tears, feeling extremely reluctant to let go, but he could not watch Xu Shu's mother being imprisoned in Xuchang without letting Xu Shu leave.

drive drive drive!
Not long after, Xu Shu's retreating figure turned back.

Liu Bei cried with joy.

After running a few steps, he met Xu Shu.

"Yuan Zhi, aren't you leaving?"

"My lord, I just forgot to tell you something important."

"In Wolonggang, Nanyang, there lived a great sage named Zhuge Kongming. He was the one who could bring peace to the world by himself. He was talking about this Wolong Zhuge."

"Wolong, is he the Wolong that Mr. Shui Jing said?"

"Exactly!"

"The talent of Crouching Dragon is ten times better than mine!"

After Xu Shu recommended Wolong Zhuge, he left in a hurry. Liu Bei waited from dawn to dusk, but never saw Xu Shu return!

Zhao Yun cupped his hands and said: "My lord, let's return to Xinye quickly. Please come out of Wolong. Cao Cao has raised an army, claiming to be one million, and will go south soon! Lord, please make a quick decision!"

Liu Bei was taciturn and returned to Xinye.

Xu Shu's departure dealt a huge blow to Liu Bei's confidence.

Now that Xu Shu is gone, Cao Cao will go south, and the Han Dynasty will fall!
Suddenly, Liu Bei raised his head!
"The Han Dynasty cannot fall! The Han and the traitors are not at odds with each other, and the king's business is not in peace. As long as I, Liu Bei, am alive, I will fight until death!"

Liu Bei turned to look at Zhang Fei and Guan Yu: "Second brother and third brother, follow me to Wollongong. Please come out of the mountain and don't go back to Xinye!"

"yes, Sir!"

……

Wollongong, Nanyang!
He has traveled through the Eastern Han Dynasty for more than ten years.

But now he still can't accept this desolate time travel.

A thatched cottage with bare walls.

The Zhuge family is so dilapidated.

He traveled to a branch of the Zhuge family, a little-known person, Zhuge Ming.

There are three heroes and two mediocre people in the Zhuge family.

Zhuge Ming occupied a mediocre character.

Mediocre, mediocre.

Zhuge Ming walked out of the thatched cottage and looked at the desolation all over the mountains and plains.

Next year will be the 13th year of Jian'an.

The year the Chibi War broke out.

The entire Jingzhou will be plunged into fire and water.

This is not a good sign.

As a time traveler, Zhuge Ming had no ambition to help the Han Dynasty, nor did he want to compete with the heroes of the Three Kingdoms.

He has self-knowledge.

Chibi is a battlefield for Zhuge Liang, Zhou Yu, Cao Cao, Jia Xu and others, and it is not something that a nobody like him can get involved in.

As for relying on the clan to settle down and live in peace.

That's even more impossible. Zhuge Liang married a girl from the Huang family, and Zhuge Liang's eldest sister married a Cai family. What does he have?
He is just a branch of the Zhuge family, with no identity, no reputation, no status, no military power, and no money. He can only choose a relatively safe place to live in an ignoble way.

At this time, Liu Bei led Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and three hundred cavalry to Wollongong.

In the current time period, is Liu Beisan asking Wolong to come out?

……

Wollongong.

Autumn and winter seasons.

The crops have been harvested.

The three Liu Bei brothers were riding horses and carriages on the tree-lined path. The cool breeze was blowing and the chill was already showing.

On a four-wheel vehicle behind, two primary school students were pushing gifts and followed from a distance.

However, the road to the mountains and fields was filled with bumps and bumps. The two junior high school students were so tired that their heads were covered with sweat, and their faces were as red as if they had drank eighteen bowls of fine liquor.

"Hey!"

"Shut up!"

Liu Bei reined in his war horse and stopped.

"Wollongong is ahead of us. If you go with me, you must respect sir and don't show any disrespect. If you offend sir, don't blame me for not thinking of my brotherhood!"

Liu Bei waited for Zhang Fei's horse to come up, looked at him and said.

Although Liu Bei was telling Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, all he looked at were Zhang Fei. Obviously, the third master became the key target of the warning.

Guan Yu looked far into the distance, looking at the winding terraces and lush vegetation up and down Wollongong, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Brother, don't be angry. I'll go with you this time and don't talk nonsense. That's all!"

Zhang Fei was like a child who had done something wrong, admitting his mistake to Liu Bei.

"Can you promise?"

Liu Bei raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Fei, who looked honest and innocent, and asked with a frown.

"If brother doesn't believe it, I'll take a piece of cloth, stuff my mouth, and follow him like a mute!"

Zhang Fei got angry, pulled a piece of cloth from his clothes with a sharp sound, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Third brother..."

"Because I trust you, brother, why do you do this?"

Liu Bei saw that Zhang Fei was extremely honest and hurriedly reached out to stop him, snatched the cloth ball and threw it on the roadside.

"Hey, I'm afraid my brother won't believe it, so that's why."

Zhang Fei smiled heartily and said with bared teeth.

"Let's go!"

Liu Bei looked back and saw that the vehicle carrying the gifts behind him had already arrived in front of him, so he raised his whip and said.

……

In Wollongong.

The trees are overgrown and the grass is lush.

The terraces are endless.

In the fields, various fruit trees are lush and full of fruits.

"What a great place!"

"When the world is peaceful, I will live in seclusion here, carrying a hoe every day, working morning and evening, having enough food and clothing, and enjoying this happiness!"

Liu Bei looked under the shade of the tree. Several farmers were lying in their clothes, chatting leisurely. There were wine gourds beside them. From time to time, he would pick them up and put them to his mouth for a sip. It was very comfortable.

"No wonder Wolong lives here in seclusion. If it were me, I would miss this stress-free and relaxed feeling!"

"Away from the hustle and bustle, there are no wars. When you are busy, you take a hoe with you, and on your free days, you enjoy the cool air and read. It is really a fairy-like life."

Guan Yu couldn't help but sigh.

"No, no! The transportation is inconvenient. Look at this narrow path. Even if you want to cross a large carriage, you can't even do it!"

"It's better to be in the county. You can gallop with your whip, eat big chunks of meat, and drink a lot of wine. Only then will your life be considered in vain!"

Zhang Fei wanted to say something more, but seeing that neither Liu Bei nor Guan Yu seemed interested in answering, he felt a little bored, so he stopped talking.

As the three of them were walking, they suddenly heard the sound of hoofbeats from behind, leisurely and far away.

"It's sad that wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, all the palaces and palaces were turned into dirt!"

"When we prosper, the people suffer. When we die, the people suffer!"

The three of them turned around at the same time, and saw not far away, an old man wearing a bamboo hat on his head, a cloak on his back, and an oversized wine gourd on his shoulders. He was leisurely riding on a donkey, singing loudly and heading this way. Come.

Xing, the people suffer!
Death, the people suffer!
Liu Bei was shocked!

In the past, our ancestor, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, could be said to have prospered the country!
However, the corvee was heavy and the country continued to use troops. The people were overwhelmed and lived in dire straits.

Sure enough it is!Well, the people are suffering!
While Shi Chang was in charge of power, during the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the country was in decline and the Han Dynasty was on the verge of destruction.

The people at the bottom are no better than dogs. They starve to death everywhere, with corpses strewn in the fields. They even fight each other to eat each other to death. It's horrible to see!
Death, the people at the bottom are the ones who suffer the most!
Guan Yu stroked his long beard with his hand and looked solemn: "Brother, this person's conversation is extraordinary, he is definitely not an ordinary person!"

The three of them dismounted and stood on the roadside, waiting for the old man to come.

Soon.

The old man's donkey crossed the cart carrying gifts at the back and came to Liu Bei.

"Slow down, old sir. I'm sorry, Liu Bei. I'd like to meet you sir. I wonder where you are? Can you please dismount and chat for a while?"

Liu Bei straightened his clothes, came to the old man's donkey, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully.

The old man hurriedly got off the donkey, leaned the big wine gourd under his feet, and returned the gift to Liu Bei: "Sir, I am just a local farmer, how dare I call myself a noble scholar? Let alone receive such a gift from my husband!"

Guan Yu turned around, walked up to the old man, clasped his fists and saluted: "Old sir, the poem the old man recited just now is extraordinary. Can you recite it again so that we can listen attentively?"

Zhang Fei was very impatient at the back and muttered in a low voice: "If you want to find Wolong, then go find Wolong. Why are you talking to an old farmer here and why are you listening to poetry!"

Liu Bei turned his head and rolled his eyes at him, and Zhang Fei quickly silenced himself, not daring to say more.

The old man laughed, took off the bamboo hat on his head, and used it as a cattail leaf fan to fan gently, while the gray beard under his chin trembled in the wind.

"The peaks are like gathering, and the waves are like anger."

"Mountains and rivers outside and inside Tongguan Road, looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant."

"Where the sad Qin and Han scriptures traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces have been turned into dirt."

"Prosperity, the people suffer. Death, the people suffer!"

The old man recited slowly, and although his voice was not loud or high-pitched, it was affectionate and eloquent, as if telling a story of rise and fall.

The words between the lines are filled with memories of history, thoughts on the rise and fall, and sympathy and pity for the lives of the people.

"Old sir, such an extraordinary poem is not something that ordinary people can write. Sir, he is definitely an ordinary person. I hope you will give me some advice and help Liu Bei enlightenment!"

After Liu Bei finished listening to the poem, he was completely moved. He was silent for a moment, bowed again, and said respectfully.

The old man laughed. Although his face was old, he was extremely kind, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and an immortal demeanor.

"I am indeed just a farmer working in Wollongong here. Because it was almost noon, I went to the fields to deliver water to my son and daughter-in-law."

As the old man spoke, he pointed to the huge gourd at his feet.

"Then where did the poem the old gentleman recited just now come from?"

Guan Yu was puzzled, tasted it again and asked curiously.

"It was sung by Mr. Zhuge. I listened to some of it accidentally. I thought this poem was particularly good and I could understand it a bit, so I memorized it. I just accidentally recited it, which led to the misunderstanding of the three nobles. I’m really sorry.”

The old man stood up with his arms bowed, respectfully and politely.

"Oh! It turned out to be Mr. Zhuge's work. No wonder it is so expressive. If not Mr. Zhuge, who could be so magnanimous!"

After hearing this, Liu Bei couldn't help but praise softly, and his admiration for Wolong as Xu Shu said was a little more in his heart.

"Mr. Zhuge is a good man. Since he settled in Wollongong, he not only taught our children how to read and write, understand principles and principles, but also taught us how to farm mulberry trees, and invented many agricultural machinery for us, without taking any money from him."

When the old man mentioned Mr. Zhuge, his eyes immediately filled with admiration and he said with a smile.

"What are you talking about? That nerd still knows how to make farm tools? I don't believe it!"

Zhang Fei couldn't bear it anymore, he stretched his neck and asked with his eyes, the tiger hairs under his chin stood upright.

But although Zhang Fei was rude by nature, he didn't look vicious, but rather amiable.

"Old sir, don't take offense to my younger brother's abruptness!"

Liu Bei hurriedly glared at Zhang Fei and said apologetically to the old man. "Appearance comes from the heart, it is something that can be seen. Although this strong man is bold by nature, he has no malice, and is actually a bit honest and cute!"

The old man smiled slightly and then said: "Although Mr. Zhuge is just a scholar, he is very knowledgeable, knows everything about heaven and earth, knows everything about astronomy and geography, and knows everything about astronomy and geography. As for the tools for farming, I'm afraid they are just small ones." It’s just a test.”

Guan Yu's curiosity aroused. He really couldn't believe that a wizard who could strategize and conquer thousands of miles would have the leisure to invent some farming equipment?
As the saying goes, there are specializations in the arts, and scholarship and invention are two realms that have nothing to do with each other.Let Lu Ban command thousands of horses and thousands of troops, or write a book and establish his words?Or let Sun Wu and Confucius do the work of a carpenter and become the ancestor of wood?

Impossible!

"Old sir, I wonder if Mr. Zhuge has any agricultural machinery inventions that I can use to open my eyes?"

Guan Yu took a step forward, bent down and pinched it gently, then held the oversized gourd in his hand as if holding a doll.

Before following Zhuge Ming, this farmer had experienced hundreds of battles and was good at marksmanship. He could pierce the poplar tree with a hundred steps with a bow, and he had forged magical power. He was able to carry this huge gourd of water out of the house at the age of sixty. He was already regarded as a hero. Arrogant, but when you see Guan Yu's magical power, you know that there is a sky beyond the sky, which is completely different!

"You can see it less than a hundred steps ahead. Just follow me!"

The old man turned around, led the donkey, and walked forward slowly.

Liu Bei's three brothers also led their horses and followed behind.

Sure enough, after walking forward for more than a hundred steps, the tree-shaded corridor suddenly ended, and in front of us was a vast farmland.

Under the valley is a turquoise lake. The gentle breeze ruffles the water surface and creates layers of ripples.

But when he saw the agricultural machinery in the valley, Liu Bei was stunned and opened his mouth!
Guan Yu was holding the gourd in one hand and stroking his long beard with the other, motionless as if someone had suddenly frozen him.

"Oh my god! What the hell is this!"

Zhang Fei's eyes widened and he was about to fall off.

One flies between north and south!
A huge beam spans both sides of the valley, and the beam is firmly fixed by dozens of thick supports.

On the support frame, there is a huge vertical water wheel with hundreds of thick bamboo tubes on it.

The water wheel keeps rotating, shaking the water from the lake at the bottom of the valley into the air, like the Milky Way pouring down into the water tank.

The water tank can be divided into various directions, changed at will, and watered into terraces of different heights near and far!

"This……"

"Is this Mr. Zhuge's invention?"

Liu Bei's Adam's apple squirmed, he was shocked for a long time, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes, this is the automatic water lifting equipment invented by Mr. Zhuge, called the overhead crane!"

"This equipment does not require manpower to operate! As long as it is started with the help of wind power and manpower assistance at the beginning, it can rotate for several months, irrigate automatically, and change the direction of the water tank at will."

"All the farmland in Wollongong is irrigated at will, so our local people have never suffered from drought!"

Guan Yu prostrated himself in admiration: "Sir, you are a great talent, beyond imagination, so amazing!"

Zhang Fei grinned, and his laughter dripped down the corner of his mouth to the ground.

"Crane, crane!"

"How did you make such a tall and majestic thing? I think it is really a big car that should only exist in the sky!"

Zhang Fei rolled up his sleeves and wiped the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but say.

"That is, for such a grand project, how can you people build such a majestic overhead crane when your population is small and you don't have strong financial resources?"

Liu Bei looked at the beams across the canyon, the large shelf as thick as a bucket, and the water tank that hung in the air like a map and could be adjusted in all directions, and asked in confusion.

"Mr. put forward many theories and made many tools, such as the principle of levers, pulleys, etc., I can't even remember them!"

"Although it took me a month of hard work, I have permanently solved the problem of carrying water for irrigation, once and for all!"

The old man looked down at the crane in the canyon with pride on his face.

"This Mr. Zhuge was not only praised by Yuan Zhi as a strategist and a winner thousands of miles away, but he is also compassionate and has a compassionate heart!"

Liu Bei was filled with emotion and sighed.

Guan Yu was deeply moved when he thought of what he said about the suffering of the people: "Sir seems to have the world in his heart and always cares about the suffering of the people, instead of really living in seclusion and living alone."

"Hey!"

The old man suddenly sighed!
"Although Mr. Zhuge has great talent, he is not tolerated by the world."

"Those big families in Jingzhou slandered Mr. Wang as a mediocre person. They only care about enjoying themselves. How can they care about the lives of others?"

"If I hadn't been here to take care of you, we, the people of Wollongong, would have been sucked dry by the taxes of those clan bureaucrats in Jingzhou!"

The old man shook his head and sighed, took the gourd from Guan Yu's hand, put it on his shoulder, led the donkey, and walked slowly towards the terraces.

"Mr. Zhuge, he has the ability to use magic and ghosts, and has the talent to save the world. He is not a mediocre person!"

"Such a benevolent person with both ability and political integrity is the real talent of the king, and he is also the goal that I have been searching for for many years!"

"Sir, I must ask for your help!"

Liu Bei looked at the magnificent overhead crane in front of him and said silently in his heart.

"Brother, let's go. I hope to see this Wolong in a while!"

Guan Yu stepped forward and spoke softly to Liu Bei, who was in a daze.

There was also a sense of admiration in his words.

Liu Bei nodded and mounted his horse, leading Guan and Zhang to the depths of Wollongong.

In Wollongong, chickens and dogs hear each other, and the trees are denser, so the heat disappears and the coolness becomes stronger.

The paths in the village are crisscrossed and extend in all directions, and the roads are clean and tidy without any clutter.

The doors of every house are open and there is no defense.

"I don't pick up lost things on the road, I don't close my house at night, I didn't expect that the land of great governance would be here!"

Liu Bei said with admiration, restrained the horse and walked slowly.

After walking for a while, we finally arrived at the thatched cottage.

The courtyard door was wide open, and there was silence in the courtyard.

Liu Bei dismounted, handed the horse to two small school guards with carts, and led Guan and Zhang slowly into the courtyard.

"My Excellency, Liu Xuande, is here to pay a special visit to Mr. Zhuge!"

Liu Bei stood in the middle of the small courtyard and shouted softly.

It was quiet inside the hut, without any sound.

"Liu Bei from Xinye County is here to pay a special visit to your husband. I'm eager to meet him!"

Liu Bei raised his voice slightly and shouted again.

The thatched cottage was still silent, but Qingyan was startled by his voice and flew out of the thatched cottage, scurrying up the branches and chirping wildly.

"Mr. Zhuge?"

"Could it be that Mr. Zhuge has abandoned me?"

Liu Bei stumbled and exclaimed, his face pale.

When Guan Yu saw the middle door open, he rushed into the thatched cottage.

Zhang Fei rushed out of the courtyard and snatched the horse from the primary school!
Even if Dr. Hang Wolong is a scholar, he will not go far. With the strength of his horse's legs, it is not difficult to catch up!
"Brother!"

"Brother, don't panic, come in and take a look!"

In the thatched cottage, Guan Yu shouted loudly.

Liu Bei told Zhang Fei not to act rashly, and hurriedly entered the thatched cottage.

The house is neat and clean, and although the decoration is not luxurious, it exudes freshness and nobility.

"Brother, look, the bedding on the couch is still there, and the water in the teapot on the table is still hot!"

"Mr. Wolong should be leaving temporarily, not far away."

Guan Yu pointed to the neatly folded quilts on the bed and the teapot on the wooden table in the center of the hall, and comforted Liu Bei.

"If Mr. really leaves, I will regret it and die!"

Liu Bei reached out and touched a still warm teapot, and felt a little relieved.

"The grass on the Lili Plain is withered every year."

"Wild fire, in spring."

Suddenly, there was the sound of Lang Lang reading.

The sound was crisp, slow and neat. Although there seemed to be dozens of voices mixed together, every childish voice was full of joy and happiness.

"The grass grows taller and brighter every year."

"Wild fire, in spring."

The voice sounded again, mixed with happy laughter and naughty banter.

"Sir, it must be Mr. Wolong!"

Another unheard, but short and beautiful poem.

If it weren't for Sir, who in the mountains and wilderness could compose a poem of this level?
Liu Bei looked at Guan Yu, and Guan Yu couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Liu Bei strolled out and followed the sound of reciting.

"Second brother, are you chasing me? Where did Mr. Zhuge go?"

Zhang Fei stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard, watching his elder brother Liu Bei walk to the back of the courtyard, and hurriedly grabbed Guan Yu's lapel and asked.

Guan Yu didn't say anything, waved his hand to signal Zhang Fei to be quiet, and pointed at Liu Bei who was walking forward attentively.

The two of them followed quietly and walked behind the thatched cottage.

Behind the thatched cottage, there is a dense and lush bamboo forest, with only a winding stone path to walk through.

Liu Bei lightened his steps and moved forward slowly. The further he walked, the louder the sound of reading became.

The winding path leads to a secluded place, suddenly enlightened!
Through the bamboo forest, there is a pergola.

The pergola is surrounded by green vines, and various flowers and fruits such as loofahs, gourds, and morning glories are hung on the green vines.

In the pergola, a group of six or seven-year-old children were sitting neatly on benches, nodding their heads and reciting poems to the rhythm.

"Goose, goose, goose. The song is singing to the sky."

"The white hair floats in the green water, and the red palm dials the clear water."

In front of the children, a young scholar, holding a teaching pole more than three feet long in his hand, was directing the children to read aloud in a rhythmic manner.

Behind the scholar is a black board.

On the board is the poem that the children are reciting at this time.

Although it is short, it is catchy and easy to understand.

Zhuge Ming is teaching these children how to read and digit.

At this time, Mr. Zhuge was watching each of the children reciting poems. His serious and solemn face was not only handsome, but also filled with kindness and fraternity.

"I originally thought that Mr. Wolong was a scholar, good at military aircraft, and unparalleled in planning. But I didn't expect that Mr. Wolong was also a genius who loved the people like a son and was good at farming and mulberry trees."

Guan Yu stood behind Liu Bei, but he was tall and taller than Liu Bei by more than a head, and his line of sight was not blocked at all.

"This Mr. Wolong is real. Our eldest brother came to visit him sincerely and brought so many great gifts."

"Instead of bathing and changing clothes and waiting for his big brother to arrive, he is here dancing and writing and playing house with these children!"

"Are our eldest brothers inferior to these children? Wait until I yell at him and teach him how loud I am!"

Zhang Fei waited for a moment and watched the gentleman reciting to the children over and over again without any intention of ending. Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore and said impatiently.

“No!”

"Third brother, don't disturb sir!"

Liu Bei turned around quickly and lowered his voice and spoke to Zhang Fei.

"It's just that my eldest brother has a lot of things to do every day. There are so many important things in Xinye County waiting for him to deal with, but he is wasting his time here listening to his nonsense!"

Zhang Fei rubbed his hands impatiently and said impatiently.

"No big deal is as big as waiting for the teacher to finish teaching!"

"If you dare to be rude again, I will ask your second brother to kick you out and wait for us outside Wollongong!"

Liu Bei said angrily, but he did not dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing his husband and affecting the children's study.

"Quiet night thinking."

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

"Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown!"

The conversation changed, and there was a hint of nostalgia.

Liu Bei was filled with emotions.

"Sir, not only is he highly intelligent, but he is also a very affectionate person!"

Guan Yu Danfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but sigh: "We brothers have become sworn brothers and vowed to live and die together. Aren't we also the most affectionate people?"

"Sir, we coincide with each other. It would be an honor for us to be able to work together day and night to achieve great things together!"

(End of this chapter)