Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

At this moment, on the Yishui River in Langya Kingdom, one or two corpses can occasionally be seen floating down the river.

In this regard, the people along the Yishui River are not surprised. They are still busy with their own affairs at the ferry. They can barely provide for themselves, so how can they have more kindness to care about others?

At this time, a boat with white silk hanging on it was slowly docking on the Yishui River.

A middle-aged scholar came out of the cabin with three boys.

The middle-aged scholar looked sad and exhausted, and the other three boys were wearing linen and wearing mourning belts. The oldest boy was only about ten years old, and the other two boys were two or three years old.

Then, the middle-aged scholar spent some money to buy two old carriages, and hired laborers to move a coffin parked in the ship onto the carriages.

"Cousin, we're almost home."

The middle-aged scholar patted the coffin fixed on the carriage, and there was sadness in his eyes.

Then, the middle-aged scholar placed the other three boys in another carriage, and he himself drove the carriage slowly.

Another old servant accompanying him was driving the one holding the coffin. The two carriages left the ferry one after another and headed towards the Yangdu of Langya Kingdom.

During the whole process, the ten-year-old boy looked sad from time to time, and the youngest boy was only about two years old, and his eyes were still confused.

On the contrary, it was the boy who was about three years old, looking at everything around him with his eyes.

It wasn't until after leaving the ferry that the three-year-old boy said a word.

"Brother, I don't know how many people died in this disaster like my father..."

The ten-year-old boy finally spoke after a long time.

"Brother Liang, I am grieving because of the death of my father. I really don't have the heart to argue with you. You are young and don't know what the death of my father means to you and me, but brother Liang, please be quiet for a while. "

When the three-year-old boy heard this, his eyes turned to the coffin that was slowly moving behind him. Sadness flashed through his eyes. He hugged his little brother tightly with both hands and answered obediently.

"Yes, brother."

For a moment, the carriage where the three brothers were sitting became quiet.

Along with the occasional bumps, there were bursts of harsh creaking sounds, the middle-aged scholar driving the carriage made a few vulgar words, and there were only a few snores from the boy who was less than two years old and fell asleep due to exhaustion.

The slightly older ten-year-old boy and three-year-old boy were looking at the scenery outside the carriage, each seeming to be thinking about different things.

suddenly……

"Boom!"

A loud noise from behind startled both the ten-year-old boy and the three-year-old boy, and the middle-aged scholar driving the car subconsciously pulled the reins.

Immediately, the three-year-old boy stuck his head out of the carriage and looked behind him. He was shocked to see that one wheel of the carriage behind him had fallen off to the side, and most of the coffin on the carriage had slipped out from the inside.

"Father!"

The ten-year-old boy shouted sadly, jumped out of the carriage, and wanted to help the coffin back into the carriage.

However, the coffin was quite heavy, so how could a ten-year-old boy push it?

Even when the middle-aged scholar and the frightened old servant stepped forward to use it, the coffin did not move at all.

The three-year-old boy who was standing aside with his younger brother was looking around the coffin, as if he was looking for something useful.

However, the three-year-old boy's gesture caused the ten-year-old boy's dissatisfaction that seemed to have been building up for many days to explode. While pushing the coffin hard, he shouted angrily at the three-year-old boy.

"Brother Liang, why are you still standing there, why don't you come forward to help?"

The three-year-old boy opened his mouth, but still didn't speak. He asked the still somewhat confused younger brother beside him to stand there, and then trotted up to help.

Regarding this scene, the middle-aged scholar subconsciously wanted to stop the three-year-old boy.

If a ten-year-old boy still has some strength, what role can a mere three-year-old boy play, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

In any case, this can be regarded as an expression of filial piety from a three-year-old boy, with intentions rather than substance.

Father's coffin fell to the ground, and it was better to act than to do nothing.

Immediately, the middle-aged scholar, who was also quite thin, whispered.

"Come on, push hard and move!"

The next moment, the four of them worked hard together.

However, these four people can be said to have completely included the "old, weak, sick and disabled", so how can they push this heavy coffin stuck on the carriage?

Among them, the ten-year-old boy and the three-year-old boy were panting from exhaustion after working hard for a while.

At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves.

Before the middle-aged scholar could react, a group of centurions on horseback appeared in the middle-aged scholar's sight.

However, when the middle-aged scholar saw clearly that the hundred-man team was carrying the government's "Liu" flag, his heart relaxed, for he was afraid that some bandits and bandits were coming.

And that group of a hundred people was also moving like a strong wind, galloping on horseback as they were about to leave from the middle-aged scholar and his entourage.

The leader suddenly pulled the reins, and the front hooves of the horse immediately rose high, turning from extreme stillness to extreme movement, demonstrating extraordinary riding skills.

The cavalrymen following that man also stopped in a very short period of time. Their high quality surprised the middle-aged scholars.

Immediately, the leader got off his horse and walked towards the middle-aged scholar. It wasn't until the leader bowed his hands towards the middle-aged scholar and said something that the middle-aged scholar finally woke up from a dream.

"I think this brother seems to have encountered some inconvenience. Do you need help?"

"Then please help me," the middle-aged scholar said quickly.

"it is good."

The leader was not ambiguous. He stepped forward and patted the head of the three-year-old boy who was still resting his hands on the coffin, and spoke warmly.

"You've done a great job, and your filial piety is commendable. Let me help you with the rest."

The three-year-old boy felt the heat from the warm palm and subconsciously moved his position as instructed.

The leader of the group stretched out his arms and closed them with arms that were different from ordinary people. He looked like he was dressed as the son of a rich man, but he showed surprising courage.

Before the middle-aged scholar and the old servant could help, the heavy coffin was lifted directly by the leader, and then pushed into the carriage with ease.

Immediately afterwards, the leader walked to the side of the carriage where the wheels fell off, looked around, and then shouted.

"Ji Chang!"

"exist."

A burly man with a weathered face and wearing light armor walked quickly to the leader's side and handed over his hands to obey his orders.

"Lift up this side of the carriage. The wheel is not seriously damaged. It just fell off. It can still be repaired."

"Yes, my lord."

When the man heard this, he immediately grabbed the edge of the carriage with both hands, planted his feet directly on the ground, and suddenly lifted up.

The carriage carrying the coffin was forcibly lifted up by the man on the fallen side, maintaining a relatively balanced state with the other wheel.

Looking at the man's behavior, it didn't look like it was difficult to lift one side of the carriage.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged scholar could not help but exclaim in admiration.

"What a strong man."

However, what surprised the middle-aged scholar even more was that the leader, whom the man called his lord and whose attire showed his extraordinary status, was extremely skilled in his work as a craftsman.

In just a moment, the fallen wheel was put back into the carriage by the leader.

This scene made the middle-aged scholar feel confused, but he could see the three-year-old boy's eyes sparkling with energy.

The leader of the group patted the dirt stains on his hands and spoke warmly.

"Okay, that carriage is barely usable. If we go slower, I think it will last for another hundred or twenty miles without any problem. When we get to the next city, I can just change to another carriage."

"Thank you for your help. I'm Langya Zhuge Xuan. I wonder what I call you? I will repay this favor one day." Zhuge Xuan saluted quickly.

"Liu Bei, the governor of Yangzhou and the governor of Wu County, met Brother Zhuge."

Liu Bei replied seriously.

This statement undoubtedly shocked Zhuge Xuan. He never expected that the man in front of him with a beautiful face and hands above his knees was actually the governor and county guard of a state.

What surprised Zhuge Xuan even more was that despite his status, Liu Bei was still humble, even helping passers-by to hold coffins and repair cars without being too vulgar.

"It is said that Mr. Liu is a kind and virtuous gentleman. It is true. He will become more famous when we meet him."

Zhuge Xuan said with emotion.

"It's just a false name..."

Liu Bei bowed his hands in response, then looked at Zhuge Xuan and the three children, and asked. "I wonder what's in the coffin..."

Zhuge Xuan said with a somewhat sad tone.

"That's my cousin. He was originally the county magistrate of Taishan County in Yanzhou. During the drought and epidemic in the Central Plains, my cousin unfortunately fell ill and died in office, so Yixuan went to Taishan to bring his cousin back home. These three are also The nephew I brought back from Mount Tai."

"I am sorry for your loss."

When Liu Bei heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.

As a county magistrate, he contracted an illness and died in office. He was probably a good official. He also left behind three young sons. The lives of these three young sons will definitely be difficult in the future.

This reminded Liu Bei of Li Ji, who was also a county magistrate at home, and he felt a sense of urgency in his heart again. He bowed to Zhuge Xuan and his three youngest sons respectively, and said.

"Bei is still in a hurry to visit King Langya, so he won't stay any longer. Please be careful along the way."

After that, Liu Bei looked at the three-year-old child who was looking at him with smart eyes, smiled gently and encouragingly, then got on his horse and led the cavalry to disappear quickly to Zhuge Xuan. In front of others.

"I wonder why Mr. Liu Fu, who is far away in Wu County, is here?" Zhuge Xuan murmured.

Suddenly, the three-year-old child's eyes seemed a little more distant and he said.

"Perhaps, he came to save the people."

After that, the three-year-old child bowed in the direction Liu Bei was leaving and said to himself.

"Zhuge Liang will definitely repay Mr. Liu's kindness in the future." (End of this chapter)