Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    The second year of Guanghe was a bleak year for five-year-old Cao Ang.

    Under the successive attacks of cold air, Xiqiang and epidemics, Liangzhou is increasingly unsuitable for the survival of the elderly and the weak. Finally, at the beginning of the year, when the weather changed, Zhang Weng, who had always been kind to him, like his grandfather, and his biological mother, Mrs. Liu, died one after another.

    Two layers of filial piety were added to her body, forcing this young Cao parent to grow up. While following his father to observe filial piety, he began to learn how to deal with others.

    " Mr. Zhang's age is considered to be the end of his life. And you and your father are not real children of the Zhang family, so you must pay special attention to the proportion of words and deeds." Arranging the mourning clothes made of fine linen, he taught him, "Actually, you only need to remember a little bit. You spontaneously went to observe the filial piety because you were grateful for Zhang Gong's kindness, and any quarrel between the Zhang family has nothing to do with you. ."

    Cao Ang twitched his cold red nose: "I know, I miss Zhang Weng."

    "Hmm." Ding helped him fasten his belt and put on a white cotton robe. His eyes turned to Cao Cao, who had appeared at the door.

    Cao Cao cleared his throat: "Cough. Your mother is right. When you arrive at Zhang's house, talk less, read more, and I will teach you slowly when you come back." The eldest son's little hand bid farewell to his wife, and then went to the Zhang residence next door.

    Without a strict family owner, the Zhang family has become a puddle of muddy water.

    Zhang Huan's eldest son, Zhang Zhi, is a literati and a nationally famous calligrapher. In later generations, he can dominate the history of calligraphy in Wei and Jin Dynasties together with Zhong Yao, Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi; up to now, his cursive script has also become famous. But an artist who has done his best will probably not have more energy to inherit his father's political legacy.

    Zhang Zhi is not an evildoer, of course there is no exception. He didn't know how to lead an army to fight, and even declined the call of the court to pursue his art.

    The eldest son is like this, and the younger brothers begin to move.

    Key question 1: How to divide the private soldiers left by Zhang Huan?

    Key question 2: At the end of the three-year filial piety period, who will inherit the resources of the Zhang family and become the prefect of Wuwei?

    If these two problems are not solved, Cao Cao will have a bad face in the Zhang family. He is a foreigner, and he was more favored than his own family before the old man died; when the old man died, he brought his family to keep his filial piety, what did he want? Is this trying to get a piece of the pie?

    Zhang Zhi has already withdrawn from the competition, so she is the only one who expresses guilt to Cao Cao: "The children in the family are short-sighted, but Meng De is a joke."

    Cao Cao sat on his knees in the corner with Cao Ang, his eyes were still red. "What a wise person the general was before he died..." Unexpectedly, his descendants were not up to his expectations.

    The two adults sighed again.

    "Bo Ying." Cao Cao wiped away his tears, "The general told me before his death that the Qiang people were detained every year, and the situation in the DPRK and China became more and more corrupt. He was most worried about a few Xiwen's son. You...if you want, I will **** you to the guest house in the Central Plains."

    Zhang Zhi smiled bitterly: "I always have to serve my father for three years."

    "After those three years, I will come to Liangzhou to find you."

    Zhang Zhi was taken aback: "Meng De's words mean he's leaving?"

    Cao Cao nodded: "When the general is buried, I will leave after July 7th. I originally wanted to stay in Liangzhou to take care of each other, but it seems... Instead, a few Langjun misunderstood me. ."

    "Boying's words are bad. Without a general, I'm just an eunuch's descendant, a playboy. No matter what happens in the future, I will never forget the kindness of the Zhang family." When Cao Cao spoke, his eyes Looking straight ahead, the facial muscles are so tense that no emotion can be seen.

    Zhang Huan has made great military achievements, and now he is implicated by the party. For two months in a row, people from all over the world came to offer condolences in an endless stream. Even the nemesis Duan Jiong sent a 12-character sacrificial speech in his own name.

    Only the court did not.

      In this way, it is said that the emperor is showing the determination of the party, and it is an insult to the Zhang family. This is also the reason why the Zhang family members are indignant. "

    As a novice father, Cao Ying carried out education almost exactly according to the model of Cao Teng in memory. At the age of five, political classes were mixed with etiquette and culture classes. In addition, they also practiced swordsmanship and horseback riding. Even in the period of filial piety, homework is not missed for a day.

    Education changes people.

    When they returned to their hometown in the spring, Cao Ang's sister and brother were still sitting on the ox cart and were hugged by the wet nurse. Cao Ang was able to ride horses for half an hour every day. When he was young, he rode with Cao Cao, his body was protected by his father's arms, and he was very stable.

    Half a direct son is not the same as a concubine sibling.

    Even the deceased Liu Shi was touched by his light, and the coffin was able to return home. "Although the concubine's room does not enter the ancestral tomb. But for A Ang's plan, she cannot be buried too far from the ancestral tomb." Ding said this, and Cao Ang also accepted the love of his mother.

    The simple coffin followed the team. Cao Ang went to burn a piece of sacrifice paper every day, and then served a cup of soup to his mother. Even the Ding family sighed: "A Ang is really stable." To say pure filial piety or something is a cliché of later generations, and the arrogant first-wife of the Eastern Han family valued Cao Ang's character and talent more - if he has the potential to be the family heir, it is worth it She cultivates.

    At the end of March, after crossing the steep Hangu Pass and rushing for two days, you can see the lush Shanglin Garden.

    The size of the royal garden is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that a spring hunting event has just been held. But in sharp contrast, there are some depressing dwellings and occasional barren fields. This year is another year of pandemics.

    Cao Cao sighed and took his beard to tie his son. "You are unlucky, born at such a time." Then he took people to take a detour from the north of Luoyang City. His goal was the Cao Family Courtyard in the eastern suburbs.

    "First go to Luoyang to visit your grandfather, and then take your mother back home. You can't go through Luoyang without visiting your elders."

    Cao Ang nodded his head: "Okay."

    The son is well-behaved, and the closer he gets to the east of the city, the more familiar the surrounding scene becomes. Cao Cao couldn't help but be happy. He pointed his horse whip forward: "When I was younger than you, I lost my mother. At that time, your second uncle and I were filial to our mother and lived in this other courtyard."

    "My father's mother is my grandmother." Cao Ang raised his head and asked, "But doesn't Luo Yang have a grandmother?"

    "That grandmother is the continuation of your grandfather."

    Cao Ang: "Oh?"

    He knew the direct descendant, but it was the first time he knew the sequel, so he couldn't help listening to Cao Cao's explanation: the first two are both direct wives, and the children are all direct sons, but in terms of inheritance rights, the original wife The offspring of the "I heard that there are some things that other people's stepmothers don't get along with, but your grandmother today is quite honest."

    The kindergartener nodded: "I see, I will be filial to my grandmother."

    Cao Cao said with a stern face: "If there is something wrong with her, you will not be filial to your grandmother?"

    "Be filial to my grandmother too." Cao Ang's face wrinkled, "But...but..."

    "But also protect yourself."

    Xiao Cao raised his brows: "That's it, thank you father for teaching me."

    Cao Cao touched the top of his eldest son's hairless head, feeling a little relieved. "In the blink of an eye, Aang is so big. This year, I will not only let you see your grandfather and grandmother, but also let you meet your second uncle."

     Mr. Ding, who was sitting on the ox cart, was a little surprised when he heard the words: "Erlang is also coming to Luoyang?"

    "I haven't seen her for five years. No matter how much business Jiaozhou has, it's time to come back."

    Ding's expression was a little complicated for a while: "Is Erlang still single?"

    Cao Cao "hum": "I can afford it."

    "Where can Erlang not be able to support himself? She can do better than a man." Ding snorted, and then carried Cao Ang, who was already exhausted, back to the ox cart, "A Ang , your second uncle is coming back. She has done a lot for the Cao family, you have to respect her, you know? "

    Ding's words meant that he could feel Cao Cao's pulse, so Cao Cao let go of his hands and let his wife go to popularize science for his son.

    For Cao Sheng, the second uncle, Cao Ang has always listened to it as a legend. With high appearance, high IQ, high popularity, gender mystery, whereabouts a mystery, and assets a mystery, isn't it a legend?

    Rao made psychological preparations. When Cao Ang saw his second uncle for the first time, he was still stunned.

    It was early summer, and the old locust tree in front of the courtyard was covered with flowers. Cao Ang played under the tree with his sister and brother. Sister A Zhen is a little princess. When no adults are around, she shows a bit of temper, and instructs her younger brothers to pick up locust flowers to look good.

    "Aang, Ashuo, pick up some more and let the nurse steamed flower cakes for us to eat."

    "Sophora japonica has a bitter taste, is cold in nature, and can clear the liver and stop bleeding." A cold voice suddenly sounded, and he said leisurely, "But a young girl like Ah Zhen and Ah Shuo are born with a spleen and stomach. You can't eat too much if you are deficient." The person who spoke seemed like a passer-by who happened to walk to the gate of the other courtyard, and like a wandering immortal, who suddenly appeared.

    Black hair and jade noodles, plain clothes and wide sleeves.

    Ordinary and ethereal.

    Princess Ah Zhen widened her eyes: "You... Who are you? How do you know our names?"

    The adult in front of him bent his mouth, as if he had thought of something interesting. She squatted down slowly, her eyes were level with the children: "First meeting, children, I'm Cao Sheng."

    Cao Ang was the first to react and stammered to say hello: "Second...Second uncle."

    "Hmm. Aang." She smiled, which made people happy.

    So this is the second uncle. According to legend, the second uncle who was famous as a prodigy in Luoyang at the age of three, the second uncle who wrote "Cao's Arithmetic" at the age of 20, and the second uncle who wrote annotations to the "Book of Filial Piety" together with the Confucian scholar at the age of 25... The etiquette is informal, like the spring breeze, it is really better to see it once.

    The author has something to say: Note [1]: The funeral specifications of the Eastern Han Dynasty scholars may be wrong, please correct me.