In the second year of Zhangwu, the emperor and Wu fought in Yiling, and Wu Luxun burned the camp, but the emperor escaped with his own life. At that time, Fu Shu, the governor, tried to save the emperor and led his troops to fight hard to resist the retreat. All his soldiers died in the battle, and Wu ordered Shu to surrender.
, Xu sternly cursed: "I am a Han general, and I am willing to surrender to Wu Gou!" Then he fought to the death, and then lost his strength and vomited blood and died.
There was a general named Feng Rang, who had a wife and a son. His son was named Yong. When he learned that his father was dead, he cried bitterly for three days. He couldn't help but ran into the mountains. No one could chase him, and he didn't know why he ended up.
The wife lost her husband and her son, so she threw herself into the river. Everyone at the time sighed.
In February of the third year of Zhangwu's reign, Yong suddenly came out of the mountain with disheveled hair, uttering crazy words, or acting like a madman. People at that time felt pity for him and reported it to him. When the emperor heard about it, he was very ashamed and said: "It's
It is all my fault that families are ruined and people are dead." He then granted him five hundred fields, three servants, two plowing oxen, and some silk to support his loyal and loyal wife.
AD 223, Guimao of the lunar calendar, was the third year of Zhangwu and the first year of Jianxing.
In April, Liu Bei, the founding emperor of the Ji Han Dynasty, died in Yong'an and was posthumously named Emperor Zhaolie. In the same year, Prince Liu Chan ascended the throne and changed the Yuan Dynasty to Jianxing.
At the end of April (lunar calendar) and the beginning of May in Sichuan, the weather gradually became hot, and it was the wheat harvest season.
The scorching sun is in the sky, and the fields are full of farmers bending down to harvest wheat. Everyone is sweating like rain, but no one is lazy. The cuckoo cries one after another seem to be urging the farmers to finish harvesting the wheat quickly.
To avoid planting rice by mistake.
The half-grown boy was naked to the waist and only wearing calf-nose trousers on the lower body. He was running barefoot on the field ridge with wheat in his arms. Sometimes he ran too fast, and he was scolded: "You are running too fast? You are blind and can't see the wheat."
The grains have all been shaken off? Why don’t you become an ox and a donkey pulling stones?”
There is a river not far from the farmland, flowing slowly. The riverside is lined with willows, and under the trees it is a good place to escape the summer heat. There is a man sitting there holding a fishing rod and fishing. From a distance, it looks leisurely and comfortable. Half the size
Zi put away the wheat, turned around and came back, looking at the people under the shade of the tree, with envy in his eyes, and his feet slowed down involuntarily.
"Look at what? Look at what!" The young man who was envious of others was suddenly slapped on the back of the head, and a yell rang out. I saw a stout woman with her left hand on her hips and her right hand holding the young man's ear.
"Want to be lazy again? Huh?" He glanced over there secretly, and his voice lowered involuntarily, "That's the master's house, what? Do you want to be like the master's house?"
The half-grown boy's face suddenly became frightened. He ignored his mother and twisted his ears tightly, shaking his head repeatedly.
"Why don't you go to work?" The woman then let go of her son with satisfaction, slapped her son hard on the back of the head, and then hurried to the field to continue harvesting wheat.
The woman was stout and her voice was like the roar of a lion from the east of the river. Although she felt that she had lowered her voice, she did not expect that to others, her voice would still be the same as that of an ordinary person.
The person fishing under the shade of the tree was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. When he heard this, he jumped up as if he had been stung by a wasp and cursed: "Suffering from the plague, what are you talking about?"
?You are so dishonest, so you are not afraid that I will raise your rent this year?"
This young man had a handsome face, and although the clothes he wore could not be said to be luxurious, they were not something that ordinary people could afford. At first glance, it was obvious that he came from a wealthy family, but he did not expect that when he cursed people, he was no different from a mountain villager.
The strong woman who no other men dared to provoke was now facing the angry young man, but she looked frightened and said with a smile: "I am afraid that the master has misunderstood, I am urging the baby to hurry up.
Working..."
"What do you want me to do by urging the baby to work? What? Do you want me to help you teach the baby?"
The farmers harvesting wheat in the distance saw that the usually strong and strong woman gave in for a rare moment, and several people couldn't help laughing.
"You guys are laughing your ass off!" The young man seemed to be dissatisfied after scolding the strong woman. He put his hand on his hips and pointed at those people with the other hand, "If you don't work quickly, if you can't finish this today, I will let you eat the northwest wind for dinner.
!”
The farmer who was called was not afraid at all, but asked loudly: "Don't worry, master, if it really can't be finished, the work will be done even in the dark tonight. What if the work is finished early?"
"This work needs to be finished early, and I will ask the government to give each of you an extra barbarian." The young man waved his hand and said proudly.
When everyone heard this, they burst into excitement and bent down to harvest the wheat.
Taking advantage of the gap between talking to everyone, the strong woman ran away quickly, but the half-grown boy was a little stunned. When he realized what he was doing, he was about to run after him, but was glared at by the young man.
Damn it! What do you mean when you look like there is a plague on me and you want to take a detour to avoid me? If I can’t beat your mother, I can’t beat you? Come here and see if I don’t beat you to death!
The young man looked at Feng Yong warily, carefully detoured halfway, and then ran away.
Feng Yong sighed. People who traveled through time would either become emperors or princes. It was better for him to become the son of a small landlord, and he could barely make ends meet.
That's okay, but when you travel through time, your psychological quality may not be up to par, and others may not understand what you say. In addition, your behavior may be based on modern habits, but others may think you are hysterical (that is, neurotic).
At the beginning, others did not dare to approach him when they saw him, so he almost begged for a living. As for why he almost made a living, it was because he discovered that due to the chaos of war these days, where did most people get the surplus food to give to beggars? So begging was basically waiting to die.
, he almost became a typical negative example after time travel.
Later, when he became familiar with all this, Liu Bei, um, the late emperor, gave him another five hundred acres of land, which made his life easier. It was just easier. There was no electricity, no mobile phone, no computer here.
In an era without entertainment, he didn't even have anyone in his room, and he couldn't masturbate with the fifth girl every day. In the end, the only thing left was to go out fishing to relax.
But now is the busy time of farming. Farmers educate their children and pull them out to set an example: "If you are lazy again, I will make you the same as the master's family before! Do you know why the master's family is like that? It's because of laziness.
He became like that when he came out!"
"If you play in the water again, you will be drowned and you will eat the mud. When you are picked up, you will look like the master before. Do you know why the master looks like that? It is because you got flooded while playing in the water and ate it.
Mud is what makes it look like that!"
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Farmers don't have much knowledge. They can't teach their children much except spanking buttocks and twisting ears. Now that they finally have a negative teaching material, they will naturally catch them and use them to kill them. They will cover everything in them.
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At first he was very upset when he heard it, but later he got used to it. Even though the words were unpleasant, they could only be said behind his back. When he was in front of his master, the tenants were still just talking.
I don't even dare to fart.
"Mom, I'm hungry." The half-grown boy rushed behind the stout woman and begged to his mother.
The woman cursed: "It's just the sun and I'm hungry. I ate so much for breakfast. How come I'm not exhausted?" Although she was cursing, her eyes were looking around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she pointed to the field where the water jug was placed.
place, "Let's go drink some water first and rest under the tree."
The half-grown boy understood and ran to look at the water jug. Sure enough, he found that his mother had a head covered with a cloth in the basket where the water jug was placed. He swallowed, secretly broke off half of it, held it tightly in his hand, and
He ran behind the tree on the official road to prevent others from seeing him, then opened his mouth wide and took a bite.
During the days when the tenants were harvesting wheat for the master's family, the master's family was supposed to provide food for the tenants. One meal each in the morning and evening. The standard was to be able to fill the stomach, and not to ask for more delicious food.
But the Feng family seems to be different. In addition to millet rice, there is also a kind of rice called Mantou, which is said to be made by the host to imitate the barbarian head. It is soft and delicious and is very popular. I heard that wheat is still used.
It is made by removing the shell and then grinding it into powder. It is simply a waste of money!
Usually when there is a barbarian, no one grabs the rice. This barbarian was secretly hidden by his mother during breakfast. He is a half-grown boy, and I starve to death. Boys of this age are most likely to get hungry.
His mother hid this brute so that he could have something to eat while working during the day to fill his stomach until dinner.
"Huh? There's a kid here stealing food?"
Maybe it was because the mantou was too dry, maybe because he ate too quickly, or more likely because he was frightened. The steamed bun suddenly got stuck in his throat. He coughed a few times, but couldn't cough it out, and couldn't swallow it.
He rolled his eyes, almost out of breath.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I won't compete with you for food." The person next to him said, stretched out a water bag and gave him a sip, and then let him swallow the steamed bun.
Only then did the half-grown boy realize that there was an ox cart parked on the official road. There was a man sitting in the cart. He was dressed in extraordinary clothes and holding a letter. He was fascinated by reading without even looking this way. He was talking and handing him a water bag.
