Traveling through the Three Kingdoms: She brings unlimited supplies to build infrastructure

Chapter 291 Xu Du
On the Yangle battlefield, Zhang He was still like a naughty child, experimenting with his toys.

Time and again, he drove back the envoys who came to Yangle City to offer surrender, and tortured the city guards endlessly.

But Zhang Fei led the sergeants, like a pack of roving wolves, while training his troops, he swept away the Yangle family.

The earlier tense atmosphere in Lingzhi gradually dissipated with the steady supply of rice and the good news from Linyu.

After the heads pickled in chalk ash were returned to Lingzhi in a cart, the atmosphere in the city had become more relaxed and confident.

As the winter solstice approaches, people no longer have the energy to pay attention to the war.

A thin snow fell in Xudu, thousands of miles away, and the city was shrouded in an inexplicable cloud.

In Sikong Mansion, a middle-aged man with a height of seven feet, thin eyes and long beard was sitting behind the desk.

He has an extraordinary air of energy, his narrow eyes are half-closed, and he seems to be forbearing.

Then it suddenly exploded in the next second, sweeping everything on the desk in front of him to the ground.

Bamboo slips, wooden slips, writing knives, pens and ink fell all over the floor, leaving a cloud of ink on the ground.

One of them, a flawless white porcelain inkstone presented by Liaoxi Province, fell to the ground and a corner was knocked off in an instant.

The middle-aged man covered his forehead. Months of fatigue and pressure had made him particularly grumpy.

The excitement caused me to have a headache, causing me to feel dizzy and have a splitting headache.

After a long time, he breathed heavily and calmed down.

Looking up again, I saw the ground was in a mess, especially the ingenious inkstone.

He was stunned for a moment, his heartache dissipating a lot of his anger.

Looking at the bamboo slips that fell all over the floor, he sighed.

He stood up and picked up the things one by one.

Especially when a corner of the inkstone was knocked off, he rubbed the damaged area with his thumb distressedly and put it back in place.

A bookknife fell on the corner under the desk, so he lay down, supported the ground with one hand, and picked it up with the other.

At this time, the servant boy in the mansion came in. Seeing him like this, he was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The middle-aged man got up, patted the corner of his clothes, and sat on the table without any etiquette.

This man is Cao Cao.

The boy servant cleaned up the mess on the ground, then hurriedly fetched a thick robe and put it on his shoulders, and brought a charcoal basin.

Cao Cao shrugged, grabbed the skirt of his clothes to wrap himself up, sniffed, and showed a somewhat comfortable expression.

The boy servant carefully looked at his expression and whispered concernedly: "Sikong, you are not feeling well? Do you want to call the imperial doctor?"

The boy servant asked out of concern, but Cao Cao was stunned.

He didn't answer. He looked sideways at the boy servant from the end of his eyes and called out: "Here comes someone!"

Soon, soldiers holding halberds came in.

Under the puzzled gaze of the boy servant, Cao Cao gently raised his hand: "Drag this man down and kill him."

The boy servant's legs weakened and he fell to his knees: "Sikong, the villain has done nothing, why do you want to kill the villain?"

The question was not answered, and he was quickly dragged down the hall by two soldiers.

Cao Cao stretched out his hand to bake on the charcoal basin to keep warm, and was fascinated by the dancing flames.

He knew very well whether the boy servant had done anything.

But now, he must not and will not show the slightest bit of cowardice and fatigue in front of anyone.

This is a valuable experience he gained in his past life.

Especially when the wolves are looking around and the villain is kissing and clawing.

He patted his forehead lightly, took a breath, straightened his back again, and called again: "Zhongkang!"

Following his call, heavy footsteps sounded from far to near.

A muscular warrior with a body as majestic as a mountain and a thick beard and sideburns walked in and called out in a muffled voice: "Sikong."

When Cao Cao saw his beloved general, his expression became more relaxed: "I am in a very good mood today. Zhong Kang personally went to General Zuo's mansion and invited Xuande to come to a banquet and drink."

Xu Chu was Cao Cao's most trusted general. He was a very steady person who was inconsistent with his rough and arrogant appearance. After receiving the order, he strode out without asking the reason.

Cao Cao looked at his back, then moved his gaze to a mass of ink on the ground, his long eyes slightly glaring, his expression reserved.

General Zuo's Mansion, the residence of Liu Bei and Xu Du.Since returning to Xudu with Cao Cao, Cao Cao has appointed Liu Bei as the general of the left, and the etiquette has become more and more important.

But Liu Bei never showed any arrogance and was cautious all day long.

Recently, I have used the excuse that the twelfth lunar month is approaching to thank guests behind closed doors at home.

December day was called Qingsi in the Xia Dynasty, Jiaping in the Yin and Shang Dynasties, and Chen Dala in the Zhou Dynasty. It has a long history.

The twelfth lunar month is the day of great sacrifice in the year, and the objects of sacrifice are the ancestors and the gods.

It makes sense for the head of Liu Bei's family to personally organize the sacrifices.

The entire Zuo General's Mansion closed its door, and it looked quite warm and busy.

A handsome-looking middle-aged man was sitting at the edge of the well, his hands and sleeves rolled up, handling a wild boar regardless of his status.

When he was extremely bored, he would weave tassels with yak tails and do handwork to pass the time.

Now he was sitting by the well, biting the corner of his lip out of habit, and scraping the hard hair off the wild boar with the dagger in his hand.

His thick knuckles were soaked in ice water, and he didn't look like a big shot.

The person who was fighting on the side was tall and strong, with his sleeves rolled up high, revealing his strong arms. A long black beard on his chin was treasured in a cloth bag hanging on his chest.

Guan Yu picked up a bucket of water from the well, turned around and said, "Hey, I wonder how Yide is doing in western Liaoning? The festival feels less fun without him."

His words received no response.

He lowered his head and saw that although Liu Bei was still shaving the pig hair skillfully with his hands, his eyes were straight and he was obviously distracted.

Ever since Uncle Dong Guo came to visit a few days ago, the eldest brother has been doing this often.

Thinking of this, Guan Yu couldn't help but sigh.

It is so sad that a majestic man, who is supreme and supreme, has to write secret edicts in blood.

He looked at Liu Bei and lost his mood for a moment.

When the two of them fell into inexplicable depression, they suddenly heard a report from a child servant: "General Zuo, there is an envoy from Liaoxi coming outside the door, bringing handwritten letters from the three generals."

Liu Bei quickly calmed down and said happily: "Yide is finally coming back?"

With speculation in their minds, Liu Bei and Guan Yu felt better. They hurriedly packed their clothes and went to the front hall to meet the guests.

The envoy was an ordinary but kind-faced middle-aged man. When he saw Liu Bei, Guan Yu immediately stood up and bowed down, and presented Zhang Fei's handwriting.

Liu Bei and Guan Yu didn't have time to ask, so they hurriedly looked over.

After reading Zhang Fei's random letter, the joy on their faces gradually faded away.

For a long time, Liu Bei clenched the silk book in his hand and sighed with sorrow and anger: "I never expected that the orphans left behind after Brother Bogui passed away would end up in such a miserable and bullying situation!"

Guan Yu's eyes seemed to be open and closed, and he snorted coldly: "Unexpectedly, General Gongsun's brother is such an unkind, unjust, loyal and unfilial person! He deserves to be killed!"

His eyes opened instantly, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, causing the messenger who had sent the letter to tense up his back suddenly, and he was on guard and did not dare to look directly.

"In such a large country in western Liaoning, Waihu went south, but it was a lonely woman who supported him. Third brother did the right thing! Zilong also did well!"

"Ayan, the daughter of General Gongsun, has not forgotten her father's ambition and expelled the foreign barbarians, and has not lost the reputation of General Gongsun!"

When Guan Yu said this, he nodded approvingly and his momentum subsided slightly.

The messenger breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the dozens of wooden boxes placed in the hall and said: "The new year is coming, and when I go south, Lady Yan ordered me to send you many gifts."

"There are also armor weapons that General Yide wants to give to the two brothers."

The messenger sighed fiercely: "Naihe, when we were going south, the auspicious glazed tripod presented to His Majesty was intercepted by Yuan Xi's traitors."

"Wha, what?" Liu Bei was shocked. The Yuan family actually robbed Xiangrui secretly, and it was something as deadly as a treasure tripod.

What exactly does Yuan want to do?

Liu Bei felt cold.

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explain.

The title "Lord" will not appear on the head of the heroine.

The word lord was invented and used exclusively by Liu Bei in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Boss Cao calls it Ming Gong. (Novel about the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the late Ming Dynasty! Don’t use it to trace the origin of the title in the late Han Dynasty.)
But both the lord and the lord have a very clear gender orientation.

Lord is the honorific, and Gong is the honorific title for men in ancient times. (Why is Princess Biegang a female? Baidu has an explanation of the meaning.)
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