Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    Xuzhou is surrounded by mountains to the west and the sea to the east.

    If you stand on the alluvial plain of the Yi River and look to the northwest, you will be able to see the remnants of Mount Tai with ravines, like towering turquoise platforms. Last winter, the black armored army poured down like a waterfall from the high platform, breaking the defense line of Xuzhou.

    On that day, Xuzhou finally remembered what a well-trained army was Cao Cao's main force in the southern and northern wars.

    It is different from the Taishan County soldiers who can loot arbitrarily, and it is different from the free and loose mountain bandits and bandits, and even different from the most elite part of the aristocratic family. They conquered and conquered, no matter whether it was the gentle quest for peace, the accumulation of gold and silver, or the tall and solid city walls, they could not attract a wavering look.

    Dongan, Yangdu, and Linyi were the first to bear the brunt, and none were spared.

      Green bean sprouts grow in the fields on both sides of the strait, and catkins are flying. But the land has changed owners. Along the south bank of the river, the renovated rammed earth road extends, leading to the unfamiliar military camp.

    The Qingzhou soldiers were originally the Yellow Turbans in the Zhang Jiao era. Some excellent generals, such as Guan Hai, also emerged among them, but 99 percent of them were just ordinary farmers. Since being incorporated by Cao Cao, the group of people who love the land the most have been in Yanzhou for several years, but the rest of them have been cultivated by the troubled times and prefer the days of running around.

    Then build the road.

    The Daoji Camp has been established for seven years, and will always go to the land newly occupied by Cao Cao. From Qingzhou to Yanzhou, from Hedong to Jiujiang, and now they have come to Xuzhou. Overcoming the altitude of the mountains was an obstacle, but after leaving the vast mountains and arriving on the Yishui Plain, everything entered their familiar rhythm.

    Ten mile one station, into the county to build a medical hall.

    It’s a pity that there are far fewer grassroots officials in Xuzhou than elsewhere.

    This is a bit troublesome for Peng Hu, the propaganda officer of Daoji Camp - what he promised to the local children, I am afraid that it will not be fulfilled in a short time. After counting the remaining sweet potato candies in the jar, the broad-faced man sighed, put all the candies into a cloth pocket, and walked out of the camp gate.

      Gather together.

    "Pengtou." They learned to call him in Mandarin, which was vivid.

    "I don't have much candy today." Peng Hu squatted down, spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and protected the opening of the cloth bag, "Only those who answer the question can eat the candy."

    "Okay—" The children answered him in unison.

    "The number one, how much is five plus five?"

    "Ten!"

    "Okay, Pillar, catch it. Second, who is the leader of our Daoji Camp?"

    "It's General Lee."

    "No, no, it's the one-eyed Xiahou Dun."

    "You are wrong, Xiahou Dun is leading the black soldiers."

    "It's Cao Cao."

    "It's Pengtou, it's Pengtou." The youngest child suddenly shouted, "Peng-tou-er-"

    Children's words attracted laughter, and even the women who were watching from afar at the entrance of the village showed a slightly relaxed expression.

    Peng Hu was a messenger of loose sugar for a while, and told a few stories about Xu County before he finished his morning work. He nodded to the old men and ladies who were enjoying the shade under the big tree, and regardless of those complicated eyes, he walked along the rammed earth road towards the construction site.

    Propaganda soldiers like him are in every camp. It seems that the pervasive termites are eroding on this barren dam in Xuzhou, one by one.

    From the building camp where Peng Hu is located, the first city is Yangdu.

    There is no primary school in Yangdu, only a barn of the Mi family, which was converted into a middle school, and invited a few Confucian scholars who were pro-Cao Cao to read poems and write fu with the teenagers.

    "Zhi is in the north of the mountain, and the words are harvested; together with the scholars, I do it day and night; the king's affairs are exhausted, and I worry about my parents. Wang Chen; the doctors are uneven, I am a virtuous person..."

      And three feet above the moss is the window that was propped up, and the sound of neat reading floated out from inside, circling.

    But a young boy with loose hair squatted beside the fence, took a small cut branch, and poked the soil one by one. There was a small hole five centimeters deep in the ground, and he threw away the branches and stood up in a bored way.

    As soon as Fang stood up, the teenager had a face-to-face with a strong man.

    "Little baby, why don't you go to school? Playing school?"

    The boy hummed: "I read that kind of rotten book a few years ago."

    "Oh?" A second mature male voice sounded, "Then I will test you, what is the next sentence of 'Jia I am not old'?"

    Only then did the young man notice that there was a group of bullock carts, about five or six, parked on the road outside the fence, and the people who talked to him came from the convoy. of. "Why should I endorse you?" The boy was like a threatened fried cat, "If I don't answer, are you going to hit me?"

    "It's not going to hit you." The second guard who came over scratched his face, and then gave a wicked smile, "But I will tell your master to punish you."

    "He won't punish me." There was a sarcasm on the boy's face that didn't match his age, "Do you think this is your Yanzhou school? Those scumbags just want to teach us Stupid, how can you manage people's progress?"

    His high-pitched youthful voice attracted more attention. Two more people dressed as guards came over and joked: "We've only heard that reading makes people wise, what is the saying of teaching people stupid?"

    The young man arrogantly poked his neck: "I can't tell you."

    "Can you tell me clearly?" Behind the overlapping men, a woman's voice suddenly sounded, like a yellow warbler breaking through the air.

    The faces of the guards changed. "My lord." They bowed their heads and separated a path so that the boy could see the woman's appearance.

    She has a pale face that can blur her age. Although a few shallow wrinkles can be seen at the corners of her eyes, there is still a bright light in her eyes. Beauty, beauty of high power. The boy's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously stroked his loose hair.

    The woman was supported by the woman. It has been more than two months since spring began, but she was still wearing a double-layered cotton cloak. Cyan dragged through the dust, approached the boy step by step, and finally stopped four meters away.

    "Say it?" She was smiling, as if casual, but what she felt as a teenager was the pressure that could not be rejected.

    "In the schools of Yanzhou and Qingzhou, the first lesson for middle school students is "The Spirit of the Law"." The young man swallowed, "Then there were hundreds of teachings, Taoism, Law, Confucianism, and Mohism. As the foundation, one is indispensable. Name, engineering, agriculture, and arithmetic are included in the sciences, and the second must be studied. Poetry, fu, history, and politics are included in the liberal arts, and the second is also required to be considered an entry."

    It was probably driven by anger, and the more he said it, the smoother he said: "I have read Zhong Huagong's "Hundred Schools". Beginners must know about Baijia.' These are the words engraved on the first stone tablet of the Academy. But what about Xuzhou Academy? I can't hear half a sentence of "Cao Fa", let alone the knowledge of Baijia. Is this true? Isn't it the study of ignorance? It's just for us to learn to obey."

    The woman turned her head slightly and looked at a man dressed as an official: "Is that so?"

    The official was sweating profusely: "Xuzhou is a new occupation after all, and the people are unconvinced. The local Confucian scholars refused to teach, and the academic officials, because Liu Bei hadn't been caught yet, didn't either. Ken come... just say let them read the Five Classics more."

    "What a big deal! The academic officer refuses to come, and the medical officer? Is it also unwilling to come?" The woman's face was cold.

    "No, no, no. The medical hall is not deducting." The official repeatedly denied, "The doctor is benevolent, and he even sets up a tent to see the doctor, and the people praise it."

     The woman quickly grabbed her. The woman lay on the shoulder of the servant girl and coughed, her brows knit together like a slightly undulating hill.

    "My lord!" The guards were in a hurry and sent her back to the car in a hurry, leaving the teenager with a confused expression.

      Naturally, they saw the helpless teenager at first sight.

    "Aliang, you're causing trouble again." Immediately, someone with sharp eyes shouted, "It's not enough to skip class, and you also rammed into officials."

    The master also blew his beard and stared: "That is the new county magistrate from Yangdu, what have you done? If it is against the law, I can only send you to office. Now you Uncle is in trouble himself, but he can't help you."

    The teacher has made a statement, and the students are more and more gloating:

    "He always relied on his ancestral background and read a few more books than us, so he looked down on people."

    "It's okay to look down on us, but also look down on the Master. That's right."

    "The son of the Chen family is not as arrogant as him, so I say he will cause trouble sooner or later."

    "Aliang, listen to your classmate's advice, go and accompany the noble, don't cause trouble to your uncle."

    …

    As soon as the teenager came back to his senses from the accident, he heard overwhelming condemnation. He sneered on his hips and said, "One, you don't like me because the summer bug doesn't know the freezing season, and the bird can't talk about the loftiness of Honghu. It's not my fault."

    "Crash." The crowd exploded. The children who can enter the middle school, how can they not know the scriptures of "Xia Zong Can't Talk to Ice" and "Yan Que An Zhihong Hu's Ambition", and they are immediately humiliated and red-faced, and there are people who roll up their sleeves.

    "Second!" The boy shouted over the crowd, "Did I bump into a noble person, but I haven't been sentenced by the government. Is it you who can't wait to convict me and pretend to be classmates? Human face!"

    Several classmates surrounded the boy and pushed him in the blink of an eye. Although the boy was not thin, he was outnumbered after all. If the guards hadn't pulled the children away in time, the boy would have suffered a loss.

      talk to you."

    The hostess had stopped coughing and sat on the ox cart with a copper kettle in her arms. "I didn't have time to answer your doubts just now." Her voice was even softer, like a wounded kingfisher, "What you said is ideal. But so far, the schools that can learn a hundred schools of knowledge are just everywhere. And Xuzhou has not fully recognized Cao's rule, and has not even paid taxes once. If the school officials propose to me that 'Xuzhou needs three years of domestication to gain political status', I can't blame them."

    The political concept involved in this passage is beyond the knowledge scope of middle school students, but the teenager just opened his eyes and listened to her.

    The woman put her hand on the railing: "You are a smart child, you should know that the so-called best education is not available to everyone. In the past, Qianshou did not have the opportunity to be literate, and today's Xuzhou ranks in the top After the other three states, it is all due to the inclination of the policy. I have worked hard for half my life to make every child learn the knowledge of hundreds of schools in childhood, but I have not been able to do so, so I am still on the road. Maybe I will never see it in my life. That day has come, but I have disciples, disciples and disciples, as long as someone is willing to do it, it will be realized one day."

    She closed her eyes tiredly after speaking this long paragraph. The woman beside her took out several packaged books and put them in front of the boy.

    "These are all the doctrines of a hundred schools of thought. The masters have personally annotated and organized them, which are more suitable for study than the so-called ancient and isolated books that can be found on the market. You can choose three volumes, as your blunt advice. reward."