Chapter 1: Conquest
After the rain, it suddenly cleared up, and the clouds filled the western sky.
There are a few people scattered on the north bank of Yishui, seeming to be admiring the sunset.
One of the middle-aged men, wearing a white silk robe and an elegant expression, kept talking, his expression was slightly excited, and his voice became louder: "Having achieved his ambition, he is arrogant and extravagant and has power. During the feast, hundreds of public and private houses were destroyed, and Zimei also suffered a loss in this matter. Why did Sikong Zhengpi prevent his nephew from becoming an official? >
Speak impassionedly. Judging from the expression on this man's face, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes widened with anger, and his right hand was subconsciously clenched into a fist. He looked concerned about the country and the people.
The man standing in front of him remained silent, only shook his head and sighed.
He is very familiar with this brother of the same family. He does nothing on weekdays and likes to talk. Worrying about the country and the people is definitely not his style. This time I came to persuade him to let his son become an official. His words and expressions were so urgent, and it seemed that he was deeply entangled with Sikong.
"Zimei." The middle-aged man said nothing after seeing the person. He took a breath and said, "Sikong opened his mansion, and there were many followers, all of whom were handsome at that time and had a very high family status. Yuan Gui's nephew Ruo Ruo You should be appointed as an official and interact with them more. With your nephew's talent and learning, he will definitely become famous among the gentry. This will be of great benefit to improve your family's reputation."
The person opposite seemed to be a little moved. After a while, he asked: "What kind of subordinates are there in Sikong Kaifu?"
When the middle-aged scribe heard that there was something going on, his face softened greatly, he subconsciously looked around, and lowered his voice and said: "Cao Shangshu of Pei Kingdom Fu, I heard that I have accepted Sikong’s invitation and joined the government as military commander.”
"What else?" Zimei was still waiting, but she couldn't hear what was going on, so she asked a little strangely.
The middle-aged scribe was a little embarrassed and said: "Liu Qia of the East China Sea is Zuo Sima."
"Dai Yuan of Guangling is offering wine to the army counselor."
" Donghai Mihuang took up the post of supervisor."
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"After all, except for Cao Shangshu, they are all of low surname, and Liu Qian didn't listen. Talk about family status." Zimei sighed, and then laughed at herself: "In fact, how is my family better than theirs?"
"In this case, it is even more important to seize this rare opportunity." Middle-aged. The scribe advised.
Yu Zimei hesitated for a while, sighed, and said: "Let's go back to the house first."
The middle-aged scribe was choked and casually agreed: "Okay, let's talk about it. .”
The group of people walked forward.
The middle-aged scribe was followed by several military men, all young.
The leader looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. His eyes were calm and even a little bold. He was not at all shy or inferior to ordinary soldiers, which made Yu Zimei slightly unhappy.
Sikong is really confused. Is everyone in the feudal country dead? Even young soldiers were recruited, which made him even more hesitant.
The military man's name was Shao Xun. He seemed to feel his gaze keenly. He did not speak and just walked silently. Only his face showed an expression of vicissitudes of life that was completely inconsistent with the young man.
System? Doesn't exist! Such a high-end thing has no chance with him.
The various martial arts and riding skills are good, but they are just experience and knowledge. There is no muscle memory at all. Currently, I have recovered part of it through hard training, which is not easy.
Honestly, he doesn't know where these abilities come from. It feels like it's his own, but it doesn't feel like it.
God allowed me to travel to this time, how about playing with me? Funny?
Why don't you give me a lot of money, a noble family, and a bunch of beauties, so that I can live a life of ease, then I can barely stop being angry.
It’s just—forget it, it’s a done deal, it’s boring to talk about that.
A group of people quickly entered a dilapidated house.
The house is not big, and it seems that it used to belong to a rich man. In today's world, war is in chaos, officials and nobles cannot protect themselves, and what does a rich man with no foundation matter?
There are many houses in Luoyang that have changed owners repeatedly. Who knows how the owner died.
There is a large family of more than ten people living in the house, plus seven or eight nurses, servants and maids.
To be honest, it's a bit shabby, sorry for their family background.
It’s all the beasts of the Sima family!
Yu Zimei led the guests inside, and his wife, Mrs. Guanqiu, came out to see the guests.
Shao Xun stayed in the courtyard, folding his arms and scanning the surroundings.
He needs to be responsible for the safety of the middle-aged scribe named Yu Zhi (ái). After all, he is the person Sikong values to win over. If he still wants to make a living in this troubled world, he must work harder.
The four soldiers who came with him were all from the East China Sea. They were about the same age and looked like seventeen or eighteen. At this time, they all looked at him with awe, dispersed silently, and stood in awe with their weapons.
Shao Xun chuckled.
These young soldiers have poor martial arts skills. He gave some casual instructions and corrected their wrong habits and actions, which immediately made them stand in awe.
Of course, it is also important that you are their direct supervisor.
In troubled times, people with ability can still eat well.
There were several men in burlap clothes in the courtyard, practicing martial arts in a meticulous manner.
Shao Xun took a look and was not very interested. His level was too low.
He also saw several young men in brocade robes chopping firewood. A little girl was busy handing people water, and sometimes even chatting and laughing. They looked very close, and they should be brothers and sisters. No doubt.
Well, as nobles, they never thought that one day they would have to do menial work, right?
Just wait, there will be more fun later. Not only do they have to do menial work, but they also starve and even die.
Aren’t you surprised that your noble daughter was sold into slavery?
However, he then thought of himself and couldn't help but sigh.
His situation may not be better than others? Or even worse.
Near Luoyang, there are too many chaotic troops, which are not under each other's control and each has its own agenda. If one of them is not good, one day they will become popular. How can he resist the general trend alone?
Difficult to stretch.
"Do you want a drink of water?" The little girl held up her skirt and walked over with a porcelain bowl and asked softly.
Shao Xun glanced at her. She looked about five or six years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, and she felt a bit like an embryonic beauty.
But the most attractive thing about her is not her appearance, but her big, black eyes, which shine with enthusiasm, innocence and curiosity, as if she had just been born into this world.
"No need." Shao Xun smiled and replied.
The little girl also smiled, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her big eyes curved like crescent moons, with no expression of anger or loss at all.
I saw her holding the porcelain bowl again and asking the other four sergeants one by one. The four of them waved their hands and refused, even a little at a loss.
Shao Xun secretly praised, the little girl is quite kind-hearted, which is rare in this society where nobles and inferiors are distinguished.
However, who would pity such a kind person in troubled times? When you encounter a cruel person, you can only kill him with a knife.
He was suddenly a little irritable.
You can’t even think about showing off, this is such a shitty world.
He is just a soldier from the East China Sea. He has the same identity as the other four soldiers around him. He has no origin or family background. In today's society, he is as humble as dust. The Yu Zhi whom he escorted was a serious nobleman, but he didn't even look at him seriously, his attitude was very obvious.
The reality is here. If you don’t want to mess up, you actually have very few choices.
Like Shi Le, joining the refugee commander Ji Sang in the hope of getting ahead - for people with no family background, joining the peasant rebel army is a very good way.
But Jisang is not strong enough. The peasant army is just a rabble. It is very likely that he will be beaten violently on the battlefield. After a narrow escape, the outcome is unpredictable.
What about joining Liu Yuan? Let’s not talk about whether others are willing to accept it or not, even I am not very willing.
Come on, let’s watch while walking.
Sima Yue, King of the East China Sea, had just become Sikong and was in an embarrassing situation where no one could help him, whether he was a civil servant or a military general.
In fact, he does not even have military power, and is currently trying to recruit military households from other states to Beijing.
After being so miserable, there is no one left.
"Whoosh!" An arrow flew out and missed the target...
A nurse in the Yu Mansion put down his bow in despair and mumbled without saying a word.
When Shao Xun saw it, he couldn't help but said: "Have you never practiced before? Lean forward, sink your left arm, and turn your elbow inward..."
Guyuan was thoughtful. .
Shao Xun stepped forward, grabbed the walking bow, picked up the bow and nocked an arrow, and finished it in one go.
"Whoosh!" Hit the target.
The nursing staff looked at him stupidly, with complicated expressions in their eyes.
"Do you see clearly?" Shao Xun asked.
Guyuan shook his head.
Shao Xun slowed down his movements and hit the target with another arrow.
“You haven’t seen it clearly yet?” He asked again, and without waiting for anyone to answer, he shot the third arrow and still hit the target.
The nursing homes are numb.
"That's all, this can only be done with more practice." Shao Xun shook his head, untied the bow string, handed it over along with the bow tip, and said: "It's time to change the string."
Said After that, he walked back to the wall and leaned there, thinking about things silently.
He has an instinctive familiarity with archery. Whether it is a walking bow or a riding bow, when you touch it in your hands, all the cells in your body seem to be cheering for joy, and various movements are tumbling in your mind.
Armor-clad foot shooting, left and right bow shooting, walking horse riding shooting, lying down shooting and back shooting, etc., are as familiar as if you had been a marksman in your previous life.
But he has no memories of his previous life, and only has various experiences in modern society.
Although the body that traveled through time was from a military household, it had only practiced archery a few times, and its results were average. It spent most of its time farming, so it could not have been brought about in this life.
After thinking about it, it may be due to talent, or there may be many unknown secrets in it.
What the hell! This is a good thing, right?
Even if I was really a marksman in my previous life, so what? I don’t remember it at all. This life is a new life. My body, personality, family background, and social relationships are completely different. I am already a different person.
“It’s really a great shot!” Several people chopping firewood in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and looked at each other with expressions of surprise on their faces.
There are tens of thousands of people in the Luoyang Central Army. It is not that there are no sharpshooters, but they are generally difficult to come into contact with, and they are all in the hands of the sect kings.
The Yu family is now in decline.
If the main line can barely be regarded as a noble family, their branch can only be regarded as a minor surname, and there is a danger of slipping to Hansu - if no one in the family can hold a high position.
In today's world, Luoyang is almost the same as Longtan and Tiger's Den. The killing warriors who were not valued in the past can no longer be treated as servants if they are highly skilled.
A family with a small family name like theirs even needs to use the courtesy of guests to win over them, although most of them will not be able to attract such elite soldiers - strictly speaking, guests are also servants, just the highest-level kind.
What a pity.
“You were so fierce just now.” The little girl came over again.
Shao Xun glanced at her and said: "If a man is not fierce, what's the use?"
The little girl retorted: "Brother is not fierce."
"There must be someone fierce in the family." Shao Xun said: "What is your name?"
"You are a bit rude." The little girl smiled and shook her head without saying anything.
Shao Xun also smiled.
"Why are you so bold?" the little girl asked: "I just talked to them, and they were hesitant and didn't dare to look at me."
After saying that, she looked Look at the other four sergeants.
Shao Xun was also asked. This question is more complicated, maybe related to social customs and traditions.
There is an invisible gap between the nobles and the lower class people. They are already two "species", and they both have reproductive isolation.
Some people are used to being arrogant, and some are used to being humble. After hundreds of years, everyone has become accustomed to it, and even thinks it is right.
What a big deal! No wonder he was taught a lesson by people like Liu Yuan and Shi Le.
As for why I don’t behave in a coquettish manner, can I say that?
"You tell me your name, and I'll tell you the reason." Shao Xun joked.
The little girl narrowed her crescent moon again, covered her mouth and snickered, but still shook her head.
"Zimei, you will regret it, alas!" Shao Xun was about to say something when he heard a voice coming from the main hall.
Yu Zhi was a little unhappy and walked out. It seemed that his persuasion failed.
He went straight out the door without looking at Shao Xun and the other five.
Shao Xun signaled with his eyes, and the other four people immediately followed. After a while, the group left Yu Mansion.
"Wenjun, it's time to practice the piano." A voice came from the hall.
The little girl responded and entered the house holding up her skirt.
(End of this chapter)