There was thunder outside the post house, mixed with the sound of the majestic rainstorm, and a strong man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat walked into the pavilion and post house. Just looking at his outline, people can't help but be amazed and gasping. For no other reason than Therefore, the person's stature is too tall. If calculated based on the height of future generations, Liu Jian estimated that the person's net height should be over 1.9 meters.
For the people of the Han Dynasty, who had a single type of food and lacked nutrition, being able to grow to a height of more than 1.9 meters was really gifted and different from ordinary people.
Liu Jian's family conditions are pretty good, but he is only 1.7576 meters tall now.
As the man broke in, several other post officials who were already soaked with water rushed in behind him.
One of the post officials grabbed the tall man's shoulder and angrily shouted: "Didn't I tell you, there is no room here! What are you doing here? The post pavilion has no nobles today, and we cannot tolerate your recklessness. Husband, get out...get out!"
After saying that, he began to put force on the man's shoulders, trying to drag him out.
I never thought that the man stood there and didn't move. Instead, the postman used too much force and almost slipped.
"oops!"
Seeing that the postman was about to fall, the tall man stretched out his hand and held him firmly.
Then, he slowly turned away his hands and said slowly:
"I know that there is no room to live in here. You can rest assured that Guan is not resting here. He is just taking shelter from the rain for a while. He will leave as soon as the rain subsides. He will not disturb others."
The post official frowned, not wanting to agree to him. After all, the people the post received were mostly messengers from various counties holding talismans, or wealthy scholars who were traveling to study and travel far away. At first glance, you can tell that he is a person similar to a knight-errant. Even if he can afford the money, he will not be allowed to enter the pavilion.
"In this huge land, where can you go to take shelter from the rain, but come here? You don't know where this place is! The locust tree at the door can stand people and take shelter from the rain, so you can go there."
When the big man heard that the post official actually asked him to take shelter under the tree outside the house, his expression instantly turned evil.
He slowly turned his head and glared down at the postman, with anger in his eyes that seemed ready to explode at any time.
He was already more than a head and a half taller than the postman, and he was taller and stronger than the other two. The postman looked up at him, frightened by his gaze, and his mouth went dry unconsciously. He wanted to say some sarcastic words, but when he opened his mouth, he just spit out some whispers that no one else could hear, like a mosquito.
At this moment, Liu Jian came over. He grabbed the big man's wrist and said with a smile: "Brother, I have been waiting for you here for a long time. Why do you come now?"
The man turned his head to look at Liu Jian in confusion, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
The post official heard this and asked Liu Jian: "Do you know this person?"
Liu Jian answered naturally: "That's right. I was ordered to go to Jinyang to meet Uncle Fang. There happened to be some news that I needed to know from this person, so we made an appointment here in advance."
When the post official heard this, he turned around and ordered without saying a word: "Give them another bowl of rice!"
Sure enough, the postmen here are all good at observing words and emotions.
Liu Jian smiled at him: "I'll pay for your door panel!"
"Hey, no, no, no, it's just a door panel. Xiu Xiu will install it. You can do it yourself."
Later, Liu Jian dragged the man to the table where Sihu was and sat down.
Not long after, millet rice was served, and five people gathered around the table to eat with a bowl each.
The tall man looked at the rice in front of him without moving his chopsticks. He just looked at Liu Jian doubtfully.
Before he opened his mouth to ask, Liu Jian heard Liu Jian say: "We are all working hard outside, so it is natural for us to help each other. There is no need to be polite, my dear friend. This bowl of rice will satisfy your hunger. Just use it. No need to remember your feelings."
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The man clasped his fists at Liu Jian politely and introduced himself: "You are so generous and helpful, which shows that you are a handsome man. A certain Guan Yu, named Changsheng, is from Jiexian County, Hedong. He has traveled abroad all year round and returned home now.
I passed by here by chance and was lucky enough to meet him."
Liu Jian was very happy after hearing the other party's name.
As for the reason for the joy, there is no need to go into details.
"Liu Jian, a native of Zhuo County, Xia Zhuo County, has not yet been crowned. His mentor gave him the nickname Deran. This is my brother, Liu Bei and Liu Xuande. Both of us are descendants of the empresses of the Han Dynasty. Our ancestor is Prince Jing of Zhongshan. We are all Emperor Xiaojing.
Great-great-grandson, too."
"Pfft! Cough, cough!"
When Liu Bei, who was eating next to him, heard this, he sprayed a mouthful of rice directly into his bowl, and then he coughed loudly uncontrollably.
Jian Yong was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly reached out to help Liu Bei soothe his chest.
Liu Bei finished coughing and turned to look at Liu Jian in surprise. He had no idea what kind of medicine this boy had taken today. Why did he mention that he was a clan member of the Han Dynasty?
If Liu Bei remembers correctly, these words of Han clan clan members should have been his mantra in front of outsiders for many years, and Liu Jian never mentioned them.
Moreover, many years of facts have proven that the guise of being a clan member of the Han Dynasty has always been of little use. At least when Liu Bei used this as his own facade, it was of little use, and he would be laughed at from time to time.
In no mood……
The strong man looked surprised and said: "I don't think I am a descendant of the Queen of Han Dynasty? How disrespectful, disrespectful!!"
"Pfft...cough, cough, cough!"
Liu Bei coughed for a while after hearing this.
It turns out that the identity of this descendant of the Han Dynasty empress can really bluff people!
When he was using it, no one even looked at him, but how could it be done by Liu Jian so that people would look at him with admiration?
What I originally said to him was exactly the same, so there was nothing wrong with it?
"By the way, I'm not going to hide it from Brother Guan. In the past, Mr. Liu was in Fengshi Mountain and served as Lu Shangshu as his teacher. He liked to read "Zuo Zhuan"."
Liu Bei looked at Liu Jian in surprise again.
I said...Brother, did you go out today specifically to show off your stink? Can you tell him about this?
"Oh? You also like to read the Spring and Autumn Annals!? The same goes for Guan! He is a famous Confucian scholar. Recently, Guan happened to be confused about some principles in "Zuo Zhuan" and wanted to ask someone for advice. I wonder if you can
Would you mind giving me a lesson or two?"
Liu Bei was dumbfounded when he heard this.
Seeing that the two of them could talk so speculatively, when I was young, I finally heard Liu Bei let out a long sigh and said quite jealously: "How about you two talk alone, and the three of us go to hide next to each other?"
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In Jinyang City, in the governor's house, Dong Zhuo, who was tall and mighty, was holding a scroll of slips. The slips contained the unbroken contents of the "Book of Changes". He held a pen in his hand, stained with ink, and looked at it painfully.
There were no broken sentences, but continuous lines of text. I just felt dizzy, and my chest was blocked by a puff of air, as if I couldn't breathe.
Next to Dong Zhuo, stood a middle-aged man who was as broad and strong as him. If you look carefully, you will find that this man's appearance is quite similar to Dong Zhuo's.
This person was Dong Min, Dong Zhuo's younger brother. After Dong Zhuo took office, Dong Min served as the governor's military officer, bringing heroes from the same clan with him to Bingzhou to take office.
When serving as an official in a different place, especially for an official who is sensitive to the local situation like the governor, it is naturally better to have close relatives around him.
The bamboo slips used in the Han Dynasty contained only a small amount of characters, just one "Book of Changes", and a total of thirteen volumes were written here. They are all piled up next to Dong Zhuo's desk, and Dong Min handed them one volume after another.
Dong Zhuo's sentence segmentation.
After finally finishing the roll in his hand, Dong Zhuo raised his head depressedly, looked at Dong Min and said, "How many rolls are there?"
"Brother, there are three volumes."
Dong Min said as he handed over another volume.
Dong Zhuo impatiently stretched out his hand to block it, then threw the scroll in his hand on the ground and said angrily: "That's it for today, I can't even keep my eyes open."
While talking, Dong Zhuo reached out and rubbed his temples, yawned and leaned to one side on the couch.
Dong Min was not idle. He bent down to collect the slips and slips scattered on the ground.
While folding the slips and placing them neatly on the case, he asked: "Brother, the Yuan family in Runan has passed down the Meng's Book of Changes. Generations of ancestors have known the Book of Changes. How do they divide the sentences? What is the most important thing in their hearts?"
It's clear...but I don't understand. Yuan Situ got a few volumes of the original copy of the "Book of Changes" and ordered people to send them to Jinyang to ask my brother to break the chapters. What is his intention?"
Dong Zhuo half-drowsed his eyes and yawned again. He said indifferently: "What else can you do? It's just to humiliate me."
"Ah? Use this method to humiliate your brother? But, brother, you are now an old official of the Yuan family!"