After listening to the pottery merchant's suggestion, Yuan Shao went back and explained the situation to Wang Yun. He told Wang Yun that there were dozens of ministers. There were too many of them. They were all under the command of any prince, and the pressure on that prince would be too much.
It is huge, and its reputation is not very good. It is better to invite the ministers to join in groups of three or two, and to accompany them in two or two. Each of them can temporarily settle down in the territory of the Guandong princes, and ignore it when there are other opportunities in the future.
Wang Yun was not very happy after hearing this at first, and was quite dissatisfied with this way of breaking up, and this idea was obviously not Yuan Shao's idea.
Wang Yun is not a fool. Yuan Shao stayed with the pottery merchant in private for a while, and when he came back, he came out with this method. It was almost the same as the way the pottery merchant and Dong Zhuo divided their courtiers. He could tell who gave it to him with just his toes.
Yuan Shaozhi's clever trick.
But thinking about it carefully, Wang Yun and others currently have little capital to bargain with Yuan Shao, and Yuan Shao is more relaxed than before, and he can't push too hard... Moreover, Old Man Wang is also a three-generation veteran, and he understands this in his heart.
If many high-ranking officials gathered in the territory of a prince, they would have a great influence on the prince. It is hard to say what changes will happen in the future.
Old Situ finally gave in, and everyone compromised.
After arguing all night and making noise all night, Wang Yun was very tired, so he planned to rest in Yuan Shao's village for a day and go back the next day.
Cao Cao and the pottery merchant took the opportunity to say goodbye to Yuan Shao and returned to their own camp.
After leaving the Quefei Gate, seeing that the sky was already getting bright, the pottery merchant yawned and said to Cao Cao: "Brother Meng De, can we go back and rest... Ah, yes! We have to go to Situ Mansion to pick up Diao Chan first.
…I’m so tired after a long night of hard work.”
Cao Cao looked very energetic and said with a smile: "Brother, please accompany me to Luoyang City for a walk. I have some personal matters to take care of. It won't be too late for you to pick up your girl Diao Chan later."
Tao Shang was sleepy and confused, and then he remembered that Cao Cao told him last night that he seemed to have a private matter to take care of when he came here this time.
Since he had agreed, there was no way to go back on it. The pottery merchant dragged his heavy body and followed Cao Cao towards the city of Luoyang.
Although Luoyang City was harmed by Dong Zhuo, the framework is still there, and there are still a few remnant people left here. However, most of these people have no livelihood at the moment. All they can do is stay in this ghost town.
Collecting leftovers like a zombie... There is no fun in living to this point.
Along the way, dead bodies can be seen in almost every street and alley. The refugees who were left behind without a source of livelihood are wandering on the streets. They are all unkempt and sad, like wild dogs in the ruins of the streets and alleys.
He rummaged desperately, hoping to find a bite of cold preserved fruit to survive another day... This tragic scene could not be more aptly described by the four words "people are in dire straits."
It was too dark last night to see clearly the tragic situation in Luoyang. Now under the sunlight, looking at the tragic situation in this big city, everyone felt as if they had poured out a five-flavor bottle and felt very uncomfortable.
The tragic situation in Luoyang City seemed to bring back Cao Cao's memories of living here in the past. Looking at the ruins in front of him, Cao Cao thought of his days in Luoyang when he was young. Deep in his heart, he could never forget every moment he spent here when he was young.
One day and one night.
"Brother Tao Xian..." Cao Cao suddenly said.
The pottery merchant turned around and said, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing, I just want to tell you a story suddenly." Cao Cao's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was thinking of something old back then.
Tao Shang looked at Cao Cao quietly, waiting for him to speak.
When I was young, I heard Cao Cao say slowly and authentically: "In the third year of Xiping, Cao was promoted to Xiaolian for the first time, entered the capital as a Lang, and was appointed as the North Captain of Luoyang. In that year, Cao had just turned twenty years old. I have to say,
It can be considered a success at a young age...what a sight."
Tao Shang smiled and teased Cao Cao: "Brother Meng De is showing off to me?"
"Don't interrupt!" Cao Cao rolled his eyes at him and continued to recall: "At that time, Cao was still young, did not study academically, was willful and chivalrous, bohemian, and did not cultivate his moral character... However, Cao was passionate and only wanted to
Serve the country and the people, and be loyal to the Han Dynasty."
The pottery merchant curled his lips, not knowing what to think of this statement.
After a pause, Cao Cao continued: "Now that I think about it, I was really immature at that time. As soon as Cao Fang took office, he set up a five-colored killing stick in the Yamen, saying that no matter who he was, he did not care whether he was a relative of the emperor or a powerful person.
He is so powerful that anyone who dares to violate the prohibition will be killed with a stick..."
The pottery merchant knew this allusion in later generations and grinned: "Later, the great eunuch Jian Shuo's uncle Jian Tu broke the ban on walking at night and was killed by Meng De's brother with a big stick. From then on, no one dared to violate the rule in the capital."
Neither?"
Cao Cao was quite surprised when he heard this, turned around and said: "So you also know about this."
The pottery merchant nodded and said, "Tao has heard about this before."
"I didn't expect that Cao Cao, apart from begging for Dong Dong, would be so famous... Hahahahaha, wonderful, wonderful!"
Look at how nervous you are.
After Cao Cao finished laughing, Tao Shang said with emotion: "Brother Meng De is not afraid of power and dares to take bold actions. Tao deeply admires him... To be honest, I really admire him."
Cao Cao shook his head and sighed: "Although it was a momentary righteousness, but now I think about it, it was just Cao's good luck. When my father was appointed Dahonglu in Beijing, he was one of the nine ministers. If it hadn't been a hindrance to my father.
To save face, if Cao offended others like this, he would have been framed and died a long time ago."
The potter shook his head and said: "That said, regardless of whether it is because of the blessings of the ancestors, what Brother Meng De did is still admirable. At least not every official son is like an elder brother.
Generally fearless."
Cao Cao smiled slightly at himself, shook his head and said: "Without fear?... It's a pity that those days have passed. Today's Cao can be regarded as an important town, and it will never become the same one fifteen years ago.
You dare to beat the powerful Cao Cao."
Seeing Cao Cao's loneliness, Tao Shang stretched out his hand across the horse and patted Cao Cao's shoulder, comforting him and said: "Whether it was when he offended the powerful in Luoyang, or later when he argued head-on with leader Yuan outside Hulao Pass, or when he met Brother Meng De again, what do you think?
To lead the troops alone to pursue Dong Zhuo, you have done many things that ordinary people would not dare to do. I may not have the courage... Brother Meng De lamented that the days when he could do whatever he wanted had passed, but
Now you have gained more things, which is the price of maturity. When you gain something, you are also losing something else."
Hearing this, Cao Cao looked tired and smiled and said: "You are so young, how come you are so old and sophisticated when you speak? It is even worse than Cao. It is really surprising. I think Cao is like
When you were that old, you were still escorting prostitutes in brothels and getting drunk... Oh, let's not mention it!"
The potter seemed to be aroused by Cao Cao... He couldn't help but think of the days in his previous life, and looked up at the blue sky in the distance.
The life in the past life, the modern days, relatives, parents, classmates, and friends all seemed to have become a dream, so illusory, yet so real.
Since coming to this world, Tao Shang has been unable to tell anyone about this biggest secret hidden in his heart, and he can only keep it silently in his heart. As a person of later generations, the secret of rebirth and time travel,
It must rot in the stomach, there is nothing wrong with that... But who can understand the pain that cannot be expressed and cannot be expressed to others?
God is so cruel. He made me go back to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty alone without any reason... Carefully guarding this secret that cannot be shared with others, but it did not bring him any thoughts of the past life... Even if he traveled through time and traveled to the next life.
The dog is also good, at least it can make me complain.
The pottery merchant was recalling his secrets, while Cao Cao was lamenting the past...
Cao Mengde looked up at the sky, thinking for a long time, and suddenly said loudly word by word:
But in the 22nd year of the Han Dynasty, the people in charge were honest and bad.
He wears a monkey's head and wears a crown, he knows the small and plans for the strong.
He hesitates and dares not make a decision, because he is hunting for the king.
The white rainbow is shining through the sun, and I am the first to suffer.
The traitorous ministers held the power of the country and killed the master to destroy Yujing.
The emperor's foundation was destroyed, and the ancestral temple was burnt to death.
They moved across the country to the west, howling and moving.
Looking at the city walls of Biluo, Wei Zi feels sad.
After reading a poem, I couldn't help but touch a certain nerve in Tao Shang's heart... This is Cao Cao's "Xing Lu Xing". I didn't expect that it actually became a poem under such circumstances. The grief, anger and mood in Shicai's poem are entirely due to the current situation.
This tragic scene in Luoyang, under such circumstances, can indeed fully express the sorrow and nostalgia in Cao Cao's heart.
The pottery merchant was affected by the context of Cao Cao's words, and it seemed as if there was a heavy stone stuck in his chest, which was kept in his mouth and he was not happy.
When I was young, I heard the potter chanting word by word:
There are righteous men in Guandong who raise troops to fight against the evil forces.
In the early days of Huimengjin, his heart was in Xianyang.
The army's combined strength was uneven, hesitating and flying geese.
Snobbishness makes people fight, and people fight against each other.
White bones are exposed in the wild, and there are no roosters crowing for thousands of miles.
One of the hundreds of things left behind by the living people will break people's hearts even if they think about it.
After reading a slightly excerpted "Song Mile Journey", the potter felt as if a big stone had just dropped from his chest, feeling indescribably hearty.
Cao Cao, on the other hand, was dumbfounded as he listened, unable to recall his thoughts for a long time.
"Tao...Xiandi, did you write this poem?" After a long while, Cao Cao asked in surprise.
The potter looked at Cao Cao doubtfully and asked subconsciously: "Shouldn't you be the one who wrote this poem?"
Cao Cao was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help laughing: "Brother Tao is really good at joking... But the poem you wrote has a very high artistic conception, and it is quite similar to the "Xinglu Xing" written by Cao just now.
!”
The pottery merchant couldn't help wiping his sweat when he heard this. He felt that Boss Cao hadn't finished this poem yet, so he felt embarrassed now... It was over, and on a whim, he plagiarized Brother Cao's poem...
"Brother Meng De... Tao can't help you... I'm so ashamed."
Of course he felt ashamed that he had plagiarized someone else's poem in front of the owner of the original poem...and had others praise him. This was a trick that ordinary practitioners could not pull off.
The potter decided that he would have to reflect on himself no matter what he said later... he would starve himself as punishment.
"Brother, have you named this poem?"
"Brother Meng De laughed at this. This poem... is called 'Songli Xing'." The matter was done, and Tao Shang had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Songli trip?" Cao Cao frowned when he heard this and said: "Well, Songli and Xielu are originally one and the same. They are included in the Yuefu poems as "Xianhe Song Ci", which complements Cao's poems... But Tao Xiandi did it
The poem is similar to Cao's poem, so isn't it inferior? Why not give it another name...Xiandi wrote this poem in Luoyang, so why not call it Luoyang Xing? What do you think?"
How so! Not so!
The pottery merchant raised his hand to wipe the stain on his forehead, and said with a false smile: "Luoyang Xing... it doesn't rhyme enough... the name is too tacky."
Those who dare to say that the name of the first city in the Han Dynasty is too tacky, the pottery merchant is probably the first person in history.
Cao Cao did not argue much about this matter, but clapped his hands and sighed: "If you don't change it, you won't change it. It's all your own business. Brother Tao, you can do whatever you want... But what surprised Cao Cao is, brother Tao, don't you
But the young man is smart, has a good understanding of Yuefu, and is good at composing poems. He can really become a close friend of Cao... Last time you made a seven-character sentence in front of Hulao Pass, Cao was a little surprised. He expected that the wise brother was the trustee.
I did it for you, I didn’t expect to see my virtuous brother Zhenzhang today…”
"Wait a minute." Tao Shang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Cao Cao from talking, his eyes widened: "What poem did I compose at Hulao Pass?"
Cao Cao said in astonishment: "Brother Tao, how come you haven't remembered the masterpiece he wrote? Qinghai Changyun is hidden in the snowy mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never return it until it breaks... Isn't this what Tao is?
My brother's masterpiece has now been spread throughout the princes!"
The pottery merchant said weakly: "It was a last-minute idea, and I muttered a few sentences to relieve my boredom..."
This time it was Cao Cao's turn to be surprised.
"You can make such a quatrain by just reciting a few sentences? How did you do it? I need to teach Cao another day! I will have nothing to do when I turn around to relieve my boredom."
The potter raised his left hand to cover his face... he felt so guilty.
Cao Cao smiled and asked again: "My dear brother, there is still something I don't understand. Your two sentences "Qinghai Changyun is dark in the snowy mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance"... Qinghai Snowy Mountains should refer to the Western Regions, right?...
And you were clearly at Hulao Pass that day, why did you want to look at Yumen Pass? Isn't Yumen Pass located in Hexi?"
The potter took his face out of his hands and looked at Cao Cao weakly.
After a while...
"Hulao Pass...the name is too tacky."
Cao Cao suddenly understood and said: "It's because of the vulgarity... Mingzhuang... Brother Tao Xian, you are really a rare elegant person."