In late autumn, the golden breeze blows coolly. Ye Qing wakes up in the coolness and smells a little aroma of millet porridge. His body is still a little heavy and sluggish, and he feels like a hangover. When he looks up, he sees many straw sandals, tied with hemp ropes.
The strings are hung all over the wall, and the sunlight is shining dappledly, giving the ancient a hint of freshness.
In this world, the reality is a bit too much... Ye Qing instantly woke up from the impact of his five senses. He glanced at the old beams and saw that he had entered an ordinary farmhouse in his previous life, but the shape of the house was different from that of the Han family.
His spiritual consciousness has greatly increased, and his memory of the information he has seen on Earth is particularly clear, but he may not be able to distinguish it yet.
"It's understandable to say that the historical battlefields in other states are all deposits and reappearances of the long river of time. How come my Han Dynasty is so realistic?"
"There are no Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, and Han dynasties here... and the book won't describe it in such detail. Or is it that I brought something with me when I traveled across the earth?" Ye Qing's face looked a little strange, and he calmed down: "Forget it, these mysteries of time and space.
At first glance, it is not what I can guess now. The key now is to complete the mission in the other world and get the reward from heaven."
Ye Qing stopped thinking about it, stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.
A face was reflected in the mirror. His appearance was no longer young, but he looked about twenty-seven or eighty years old. His ears were enlarged, his eyes looked like paint, and he was somewhat spiritual.
But looking at his sallow complexion, his own luck is only gray, which makes people realize at a glance that his youth has been wasted, and he is about to reach his thirties but has accomplished nothing.
"It's not time traveling out of thin air, but seizing one's body... I also had this world in my previous life. I was a soy sauce person. My appearance is exactly the same as the main world, and I transformed directly... This kind of time travel into the original characters is usually a person who has left his name in history.
...I wonder who this guy is, he looks a bit shy..." Ye Qing searched his memory and felt a sharp pain in his head, unable to recall.
"Something went wrong when seizing the body? Why is it so bad..." Ye Qing was speechless. His body felt fragile and not fully adjusted. The meridians have been refined, but his physique has not been optimized. It is only equivalent to the first level of the Qi training stage. This may be a match.
The running-in period, and depending on the rules of this world, may only play a part... Fortunately, this is fair, everyone is treated equally, no one can laugh at anyone.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was still abundant, so Ye Qing used some Jin Dexin techniques. This technique is based on luck as its core. After running a few times, only an insignificant trace of white energy responded.
Call a little at the moment, unfold your spiritual consciousness, and scan and evaluate the surrounding environment.
Dots of light and shadow emerge in the mind mirror, gathering into an image, focusing on only one perception, expanding the field of vision - in a small village, with dozens of families, and several hectares of fields nearby, busy with farm work, with a faint white air.
They rose up, some gathered in the village ancestral hall, and some floated far away to the north.
There is a small town looming in sight. It is a typical Han style of loess building. Take a peek at it. It is rustic and solid, stained with blood and the remnants of weapons. It seems that this area is not very peaceful...
The spiritual energy reached its limit. Ye Qing quickly stopped the investigation, got up, packed up, and prepared to go out to find
I heard some familiar voices saying inside: "My son is awake? Yun Niang is not lucky either. Tomorrow is her death anniversary. You can go and see her... In a few days, when Xiang Zuo comes down, the clan says we still have to treat her to a banquet."
,Every family has to do something..."
This is the voice of my mother... Yun Niang is my deceased wife, and she died of illness last year... Xiangzuo belongs to the township, and the people collect taxes... and they have to increase taxes...
My mood became depressed inexplicably, and some memories appeared in my body. I was...
With a bang, a remnant soul was struggling in the body, the angry will was roaring, and the luck in the body was boiling: "I am the great-great-grandson of Emperor Jing of Zhongshan, Liu Sheng, and my surname is Liu Mingbei. Get out of here, you evil spirit..."
"Liu Bei?" Ye Qing shuddered all over, and his heart brightened. The blue and purple light of Sichuan Lin Notes suddenly broke through the fragile barrier and woke up.
After being stunned for a while, he sneered: "So it's you, the straw-shoe man, so you'd better just die."
Under the purple light of Sichuan Lin's notes, the gray and white energy rushed left and right, and it was difficult to break free. It soon disappeared into nothing, and some memories came flooding back.
"It's like this and that time. It turns out that I also became a demon one day. Ahem, there are still some differences. The heavenly ways in the inner world of each state are incomplete and penetrated by the heavenly seal system. Before the victory or defeat is decided on the historical battlefield, they will protect us these days.
The one who surrendered..."
"So the mystery of the past is very fragile. Even if there is no Chuanlin Notes, most people can recall some past events.
"Of course, a strong person can wake up the first time, but a weak person may have to wake up after two or three times, and by then it will be too late."
This is equivalent to the difference between countries with complete sovereignty of the earth and dependent countries and regions. The penetration of the former into the latter is high-sounding and self-righteous.
"Of course, if the historical battlefield is defeated and the world in Yingzhou is allowed to become independent, it will be a great liquidation and a purge of rebellion. None of us, the executors, can escape unless someone from the upper echelons of heaven comes to rescue me, but I am a country bumpkin.
Is it possible?"
Ye Qing smiled bitterly to himself, calmed down and digested the impact of emotions and memories. Thinking of Liu Bei's dream a few nights ago, he still understood: "I can be one of the protagonists this time... maybe it's not just the luck of the carp with green hair, dragons and beards, but also
For the author’s reasons for writing this book, preparation beforehand still has huge benefits.”
Thinking like this is a bit gratifying, but seeing that the whole house is covered with straw sandals, I feel a little regretful: "The starting point of selling straw sandals is... a bit low. Let's replace it with Cao Cao. No, Sun Jian is good, or Yuan Shao and Liu Biao are also good. I can take my place."
You can still crush the surroundings from the beginning..."
"Is this Fang Tiandao's revenge for the first half of my book about abuse of the master? Is it the protagonist of the book about abuse of the master that I wrote? I deserve it, right?"
Ye Qing shook his head and stopped thinking. He rolled up his sleeves and opened the door to go out.
"Where do you want to go, my son?" Liu's mother heard the sound of the door opening outside and poked her head out from behind the curtain. She was only in her forties. She was also a beauty in Liu Bei's childhood memories. Since her late husband died early and supported the family, she has gradually become more and more beautiful.
His face has faded and his hair has turned gray, making him very old.
"Mother," Ye Qing lowered his eyes and shouted, picked up a few strings of straw sandals and hung them on the burden: "My child... go sell shoes."
Liu's mother was startled. She hadn't seen her son speak like this for a long time, and she was a little confused: "My son today..."
Ye Qing secretly thought that something was wrong, and he knew that his son was not as good as his mother. He imitated the past, picked up the burden and left: "Mom, there is no need to stay for dinner in the evening. I will come back after leaving the market..."
"It's not the market day yet...hey?"
Ye Qing had already run out in a hurry. Although he wanted to be filial to the old man, he didn't want to listen to Liu Bei's nagging. Moreover, after burying his ex-wife, the family had exhausted all their savings. By the time of the most difficult time before the harvest in autumn, they were too poor to open the door.
Even the two-meal-a-day system is a bit unsustainable at this time.
"I don't want to eat porridge before leaving..." Mother Liu sighed helplessly. It's not a big market and she can't sell for a high price. She just hoped that he wouldn't go to those bad friends again.
As soon as you step out, you will see a clear blue sky, bright weather, and under the golden autumn sunshine, you will see ancient villages, busy traffic, chickens and dogs hearing each other, children playing, and in the distance are the vast fields and forests.
The vast plains are deep and ancient, and the air has the freshness of earth.
"Zhuo County... Further north is Beijing, no, it was still called Jixian at this time, and it was under the same jurisdiction as Zhuo County, but Jixian is the seat of the state government, and Zhuo County is relatively ordinary..."
This is the outskirts of the county seat, a typical lifestyle in the northern plains. The houses are far apart from each other. There are large tracts of farmland planted with bean sprouts, millet, and sorghum. There are mulberry trees on the ridges of the fields, and there are even large forests further away.
The official road goes straight through it. On the straight road from the Han Dynasty to the Zhou and Qin dynasties, the loess is dense and dense, with no grass growing, and it is very light to step on on a sunny day.
Ye Qing looked around on the road and saw old houses. Most of them were farmers with the same poor clothes and sallow faces. Looking at it carefully, he saw only a slight trace of white air and a little gray, and he felt dark in his heart.
sigh.
On the earth, the Qin Dynasty was a black deity, and the light black energy suppressed the earth. Why is this?
This is actually popularity.
The same population has backward technical conditions, is severely exploited, and lives a miserable life. Assuming that there are two million people in one state at this time, there is only red at this time. This is Chide.
If the big picture faces 00,000 people, it will be golden with cyan included.
Countries with higher living standards are already developing.
Whether it is faith or dragon energy, they are closely related to people's living conditions. If the life is good, the power generated will be great, but in the stage of poverty, even piety or awe will not be generated much.
The Qin Dynasty was governed by Legalism. Many people say it was harsh, but in fact it was ruthless plundering of the people. According to the population and technology of the Qin Dynasty at that time, it would not be a black (water) virtue, at least a white (gold) virtue.
But because of the six kingdoms that had just been conquered, the people were dissatisfied. The most important thing was that the total population of Qin was only six to seven million, but it had one million soldiers, which shows the heavy burden on the people.
It is precisely this collection of taxes and their distribution to this huge military and political system that led to the emergence of the so-called Heide
To put it simply, in any normal dynasty, there will be no black deity.
Feeling hungry, Ye Qing calmed down and put away this association. No matter how beautiful the scenery was, in this time of drought, no one would be able to enjoy it when he was hungry.
Compared to these farmers, Ye Qing is currently a bit older, but he has a good figure, thick shoulders, and long arms. It is not difficult to lift a load, which shows that he had a good foundation when he was a boy.
"Not very good at reading, kind-hearted, and taciturn...My uncle Liu Yuanqi saw that Xuande's family was poor, so he often gave him money. When he was fifteen years old, his mother sent him on a study tour, and he learned from Zheng Xuan and Lu Zhi..."
The records in the book came to Ye Qing's mind, and he smiled bitterly to himself as he compared the memories: "Zheng Xuan and Lu Zhi were great scholars in the world, with disciples all over the world, and there were many talented people in the hall at one time. Liu Bei was neither studious nor outstanding, nor did he have a family background. They
Who do you recognize?"
In real history, Liu Bei did not receive much favor from them. Of course, Liu Bei often used their names to interact with scholars and officials in his early days.
Uncle Liu Huang's reputation was all accumulated in the troubled times. He is still a coward and has a restless nature. He is far less calm and deep than he was later. If it were not for the help of his relatives, he would not even be considered a scholar from a poor family..."
"Later, there were no results in studying, and the support from the clan faded away. It is impossible to prepare resources for one person, and it is not his own son..." Ye Qing thought to himself, then changed his shoulders and carried the burden all the way to the county town.