"Hey, have you heard? Tomorrow everyone will follow Zhao Yun to the county seat!"
"I heard about it. How could everyone not know about such an important matter!"
"Things are not as simple as you say. If you want to become a righteous follower, you must pass the assessment. I heard that the governor has already photographed the officials and came to our county to preside over the matter. Anyone who is interested can come early tomorrow morning
Go sign up!”
"Where can I sign up?"
"The county government office will take care of you!"
In Zhending County, in a simple wine shop in the city, a group of big men, with simple clothes and heroic expressions, were discussing tomorrow's events.
Only the handsome young man sitting alone in the corner was different from everyone else.
"What the hell is going on? Where am I? Why am I here?"
The young man looked left and right. He was unfamiliar with the people and things around him. He only remembered that he was rescued three days ago, and then followed that person, eating and drinking with everyone in this wine shop every day.
Just now, he finally remembered his identity, and at the same time he could understand what others were saying, and he could also speak the other person's language.
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, in the first year of Zhongping, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty was in power. In this year, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out and the imperial court failed to suppress it, resulting in the Yellow Turban Army becoming bigger.
At present, except for Yizhou, Jiaozhou, and Liangzhou, the strength of the Yellow Turban Army in other states is either strong or weak. In some states and counties, there is even a phenomenon where the Yellow Turban Army is the dominant one.
North of Nanyang County in Jingzhou and in the Yanzhou area, the Yellow Turban Army was quite powerful and even gathered hundreds of thousands of people to attack Luoyang.
In the wine shop, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe was telling everyone about the current situation: "Now the imperial court has issued an edict, requiring all states and counties to recruit troops to protect themselves. Unfortunately, the Yellow Turban army is so powerful that no one in the states or counties has a good strategy for a while. If things continue like this,
, will cause the feudal lords to separatist regimes, which is a sign of great chaos in the world!"
The middle-aged man dressed as a scholar picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it down in one gulp, and continued to speak: "Liu Yu from Youzhou in the north, Liu Yao from Yangzhou in the south, Liu Biao from Jingzhou, and Liu Yan from Yizhou, although these few
We are all members of the clan, but it is a pity that no one has great ambitions and talents, and none of them can revive the great Han Dynasty. What a pity!"
The scholar sighed repeatedly, got up and staggered to the table where Zhao Feng was sitting alone, and said: "Little brother, have you finished eating?"
"Thank you, brother, I'm full!"
"Okay, let's go to the back and rest!"
The scholars walked in front, and the young people followed behind, and there were a large number of them everywhere. When they walked to the entrance of the back house, they saw a sign with a sword and a feather fan. For some reason, they understood the meaning of this sign in their mind.
"Zhending County Warriors Hall, County Government Order!"
Warrior's Lodge?
The young man had a big head. Since he woke up completely just now, all he has seen are strangers, strange things, and strange places.
"Brother, may I ask what this warrior's retreat means?"
The scholar in front turned back to the door, pointed to the mark on the door, and explained: "This is the unique mark of the martial arts hall. I, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, in order to allow talented people from all over the world to exchange talents and martial arts with each other."
, specially set up such martial arts lodges in various counties to provide food and lodging for scholars during their journeys. As long as you have the status of a scholar, you can have no worries about food and clothing in the Han Dynasty! "
After listening to the scribe's words, the young man suddenly understood, but he had more doubts.
"What kind of Han world is this? Why is it completely different from what I know?"
Thinking of this, the young man asked again: "Excuse me, brother, what year is it now?"
"Little brother, you seem to have lost your memory. Why can't you remember anything? This is the second year of the Zhongping reign of Emperor Ling!"
"The second year of Zhongping? If the history here goes in the same direction, then Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty will die in four years."
The young man muttered in a low voice, but did not want the scribe to hear: "Oh, I didn't expect that my little brother also knows the art of divination and can predict the future!"
The young man knew that the scribe was making fun of him, so he touched the back of his head and said with a smile: "Brother, if I have such ability, I don't need to hang out here eating and drinking."
The scribe smiled and said, "Let's go. It's our last night here tonight. We will go somewhere else tomorrow night."
The young man was puzzled and followed the scribe into the back house. It was a large courtyard, with the main room and wing rooms, plus the three-story courtyard, there were one or two hundred rooms.
The scribe led the young man through two courtyards and came to the door of a thatched cottage in the corner of the backyard. He opened the firewood door and walked in.
The room was very dark, with only two bare beds, tables, chairs and no furniture.
"Little brother, I see that you look much better. Can you remember your name now?"
"My name is Zhao Feng! I only remember this much!" Zhao Feng said with an apology on his face.
Being able to recall his own name is good news for him, and it is much better than being confused.
"Oh, that's great. My little brother finally remembered his identity. I'm Lu Su, Lu Zijing."
"Ah, you are Lu Su!" Zhao Feng was greatly surprised.
"How come little brother, have you ever met me before?"
"I don't know, but I once heard that Brother Zijing and Brother Gongjin are close friends. You two are both great talents in the world!"
Zhao Feng's words made Lu Su confused and asked: "Little brother, who is Brother Gong Jin?"
"Uh!" Zhao Feng blinked, looked at Lu Su, and thought to himself: "What went wrong? This Lu Su is over thirty years old, how could he not know Zhou Yu?"
Lu Su suddenly laughed, and his voice became much younger, like a teenager.
"You, you, you!" Zhao Feng was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.
Lu Su reached out and wiped his face, revealing his true face. Zhao Feng almost fainted when he saw it.
"You kid actually dare to lie to me, you are so old?"
It turned out that Lu Su, standing in front of Zhao Feng, was only twelve or thirteen years old, very immature, and the childlike look on his face had not been completely eliminated.
"Brother Zhao, don't be surprised. In order to go on a study tour, Su had no choice but to make this move!"
Zhao Feng smiled and suddenly realized: "You just said that we should find another place to live. It turns out that you don't have the status of a scholar either?"
Lu Su said seriously: "Of course I have my little brother, but before I rescued you, I was separated from my family, was robbed by bandits, and lost my biography. I had no choice but to forge my identity."
When Zhao Feng heard what happened to Lu Su, he understood, nodded, and said, "Brother Zijing, don't worry, I will send you back to your hometown when I pass the test tomorrow and get the status of Yicon!"
Lu Su raised his fists towards Zhao Feng, bowed his hands to the ground, and thanked: "Thank you so much, Brother Zhao!"
Lu Su stood up and asked, "Brother Zhao, do you have a cousin?"
Zhao Feng was a little dumbfounded when he heard it. The world he came from was destroyed. He had lived there for more than twenty years, and he never needed to express himself.
"Brother Zijing, I'm just a villager in the mountains. Where did the cousin come from?" Zhao Feng said with a bitter smile.