The autumn wind is bleak, and the sky is drowsy in the wild. In front of a dry grave, a ten-year-old boy wearing a beige robe sat cross-legged, holding a wine pot in his hand, and tilting his head from time to time, his expression is silent but extremely painful.
It was dusk and the sky became darker. Another person came from a distance, with a gentle and elegant green shirt, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and came to the grave to bow silently. Then he sat side by side with the young man in white and sighed.
"With filial piety, the dead are gone, take care of your health."
But the ten-year-old boy smiled coldly, took another sip of wine, wiped off the wine drops from his mouth, and shook his head without saying a word.
No one knew that in addition to the pain of losing his mother, there were many unknown secrets in his heart at this moment, and this secret made him feel extremely troubled and struggled in his heart.
As a time traveler, Tang Sheng was lucky, but also unlucky.
Unfortunately, he traveled to the late Eastern Han Dynasty. Fortunately, he traveled to Yingchuan, which is a brilliant place, and became Guo Jia, who was born with a genius and known as a genius. Unfortunately, Guo Jia, who is only ten years old, has become an orphan and died in history at less than 40 years old.
After his mother passed away, Guo Jia, who took the name of "Fengxiao", sat alone in front of the grave for three days and drank all day long. The young man's majestic posture now seems like a poor refugee, and he tends to give up on himself.
After a long silence, Guo Jia turned his head coldly to look at the young man who was older than him, and said, "Zhicai, my father died early. My mother raised me for ten years with hard work. The orphans and widows depended on each other. The land in the family was only a hundred acres, and the house was only a few rooms. The gold, silver, jade and silk had been used up. The family was poor at this point, but there were still scorns of the little people who coveted and watched me. They forced my mother to death, but they wanted to drive me out of Yingchuan. Zhicai, do you think, should I, Guo Fengxiao, take a bath and let him be domineering and let him be slaughtered?"
After sighing, Xi Zhicai was moved and said, "Fengxiao, this matter is ultimately your family matter. I shouldn't interrupt, but since you and I are open and honest, I will speak freely. Your father is a concubine's son in the Guo family and lives in Yingchuan. He is far away from the family center and has no power or power in the family. Now he is suffering from this disaster. Although it is the Guo family who takes care of your property and forces you to your mother and son, in the eyes of outsiders, this is really the Guo family's own business. After all, the blood flowing on you is still from the Guo family. In other words, the main leader of the Guo family will naturally have the right to deal with it by your father. But don't worry, I have told Wen Ruo that Wen Ruo will help you, and there will be no trouble from now on."
Guo Jia laughed at the sky, but showed a desolate feeling.
"Wen Ruo helps me? A hero of the Xun family, a famous family in Yingchuan, how could there be no profit among the famous scholars and families? The Xun family helps me just to let the Guo family stop. If one day I have no one to protect me, wouldn't the Guo family have to be evil again? Will I, Guo Fengxiao, have to hide from others all my life? Zhicai, do you know what I want to say?"
Xi Zhicai had a serious face and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"
Guo Jia threw the wine pot in his hand into the sky and roared with hissing: "The rich families in the world are all birds of a feather, and the evil is full of evil and cannot be written. If this evil is not eliminated, there will be no peace in the world!"
After shouting this, Guo Jia fell on the grass in front of the grave like a loss of strength. His face suddenly became quiet as usual, but there was a sense of sorrow and anger flowing in his eyes.
Tang Sheng, who traveled to the late Eastern Han Dynasty, had a very simple idea in the past. Guo Jia, in history, was born with a genius, and had many strange plans and thoughts. He might not be able to become a military genius. However, by virtue of the future of the world, he could at least be a strategic strategist. When the world changes greatly, he would be able to become a wise ruler and be able to ensure his lifelong glory and wealth.
"Ambition and talent, as there are constant disasters today, the autocracy of the eunuchs in the court and foreign relatives and foreign officials have caused man-made disasters. The land of China is full of starvation and refugees can be seen everywhere, but what are the famous families doing? Hoarding goods and making huge profits, and what are people who read poetry and books in the aristocratic families doing? The superiors do not want to serve the country and the subordinates do not do things to be stable and benefit the people. They try every means to become officials in the court just to seek the greatest advantage for the family. If the son openly sells his official positions and titles today, this is a sign of the destruction of the country!"
Xi Zhicai raised his eyebrows and shouted in a deep voice: "Be careful of your words!" Then he inspected the left and right. Fortunately, there were few traces of people here. Otherwise, if Guo Jia's words were spread, they would have caused trouble!
"Haha, are you still afraid that I, Guo Fengxiao, will you tell the truth? Are you still afraid that I, a ten-year-old child, tell what you think? The emperor is stupid, the court officials are incompetent, and the local powers and nobles are whitewashing the peace. It is pitiful that millions of people in the world live and live. If they die, it is better to have a great rule in the world after the chaos."
Guo Jia felt depressed, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were unstoppable. He couldn't wait for the Yellow Turban Uprising four years later, he couldn't wait for the Dong Zhuo to enter Luoyang nine years later, he couldn't wait for the Kwantung Army to attack Dong ten years later, and he couldn't wait for the traitor Cao Mengde to raise an army in troubled times to raise an army in Chenliu. If he really waited for the wise ruler to appear, he would have to endure it for another ten years, but in the past ten years, he had already endured enough, the bullying and rolling eyes of the children of aristocratic families and the oppression of the powerful and powerful families. Now, his mother died with grief. She held her hands tightly before her death, and she cried in tears, and she finally died with her eyes closed.
Guo Jia knew that his mother could not let go of herself. How to survive in this world was a big stone in her heart that her mother could not let go of before her death.
"I am filial piety, I know your intentions, and I know that the world is difficult. The 400th anniversary of the Han Dynasty has come to this day. If I say that the energy has been exhausted, I don't believe it. If a wise monarch ascended the throne, rectified the court with the power of thunder, and eliminated the treacherous treacherous, then the great man will still be saved. But when today's son is in his prime, and the two sons are still children, this method may be my delusion." Xi Zhicai shook his head and drank a mouthful of wine, with a cloud of sorrow on his face.
It is true that the emperor is in his prime, but he is as ignorant as a pig, and he is addicted to women all day long, and he is even more greedy for money and property. Over the years, his health is getting worse and worse, and he will be buried in peace within ten years.
Of course, this is what Guo Jia thought in his heart and cannot be told. After all, what the emperor did and his physical health in the palace are not something that ordinary people like them can know.
"Ai Cai, you are always a talented person. If you have been doing nothing for a whole life, you may not be willing to do it yourself." Guo Jia looked up at the night sky under the dark curtain, with stars covered with bright stars, as bright as summer flowers.
Xi Zhicai smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying a little, "You and I are both from poor families. Although you are young, you are talented several times better than me. They are my most admired and proud friends in my life. Those who know me must be filial. Even if I am not willing to lose my talent, I can do nothing about it now. One is not a wealthy family, and it is difficult to be as good as the filial piety and honest as a person, and the other is not as rich as a wealthy family. The official position marked with the Ming price of Luoyang in the East is out of reach. Even if you want to benefit the people for the official, you are still willing but not capable enough."
Perhaps for history, ten years later will be the time of chaos in the world, but at this moment, for Guo Jia, ten years is still a long time. Thinking of this, Guo Jia snatched the wine gourd from Xi Zhicai, took a sip and said, "If the sign of the destruction of the country is revealed today, you and I will just wait for the time to come and have a place to use it."
Xi Zhicai was amused and cried, and pointed at Guo Jia and comforted him: "Win Xiao, wine is a poison intestines. You are so young that you are greedy for this thing. Be careful of your body."
Guo Jia wiped his mouth clean and looked at Xi Zhicai with a smile and said, "Did Xi Zhicai, who keeps drinking, know that alcohol is poisonous to intestinals? Are you afraid that I will drink all your wine and say this? Hahaha, if Wen Ruo heard this, he would never believe it."
The only way to be a helpless Xi Zhicai was speechless when he thought about it. After thinking about it, he suddenly said with a serious expression: "When I visited Wen Ruo the day before yesterday, He Yong, a famous scholar in Nanyang, happened to be a guest at the Xun family. Can you guess what He Yong said when he saw Wen Ruo?"
Guo Jia said, "Wang Zuo's talent!"
Xi Zhicai looked shocked and asked dumbly: "Have you heard about this from another place?"
Guo Jia shook his head and said, "I have been guarding my mother's grave these three days, and I have not left. You and I are both arrogant people in the eyes of the world. There are only a handful of friends who have interacted with each other on weekdays. At this time, the only one who can come to visit me, Guo Fengxiao, is probably Xun Wenruo. But after you say that the Xun family has guests, and Wenruo is naturally inconvenient to leave. Who can inform me of what happened to the Xun family?"
After a moment of quick change, Xi Zhicai also knew that what Guo Jia said was not false, and he was even more shocked and asked, "Then how can you know what you said?"
Guo Jia asked back without answering: "Wen Ruo's talent is not worthy of Wang Zuo's reality?"
Xi Zhicai was speechless. After a long silence, she sighed: "Wen Ruo really has the talent of Wang Zuo, how could he know people with a wise eye? This is true. I remember that you, who was only six years old, and Wen Ruo talked about ancient and modern times, and often spoke amazingly thought-provokingly. Wen Ruo's words and behaviors are all the style of a great man and his extraordinary knowledge. Wang Zuo's talent is just right. It's a pity, a pity..."
"It's a pity that heroes have no use of martial arts. Even if they have the talent of Wang Zuo, if they don't have a wise master, what if they are talented in heaven and earth?" Guo Jia said with a chuckling. At this moment, he had adjusted his mood. Half-joking, but he was telling the truth.
Xi Zhicai was speechless. Yes, Xun Yu is so talented that he is in Yingchuan. All he is right in front of him is Guo Jia, but Xun Wenruo, who was born in aristocratic family, still has no way to serve the country, let alone Guo Fengxiao, a poor son? God is unfair, why did he give them all their talents but make them born at the wrong time?
Xi Zhicai sighed in his heart, but Guo Jia stood up and stretched his muscles and bones. He took a step and almost fell down. Fortunately, Xi Zhicai quickly held his eyes and hands, and said with a wry smile: "You are filial piety, it's better to drink less in the future."
Guo Jia pushed Xi Zhicai away, laughed, shook three steps and five steps toward home, and said loudly as he walked:
I have to listen to the piano at first, but I have to forget the opportunity to drink halfway.
Chapter completed!