The development of many things follows the law of cyclical progression, the need for Yugong to move mountains, from speech to cultural needs, from food to feces.

Some things are a process in themselves, and some things have additives such as perseverance, such as germination.

People's hearts are changing, people's six senses are also changing, and Junhe has not changed in the slightest. Whether it is ordinary people or famous people who want to cross it, the treatment is the same, and the yellow and turbid river will always wash people downstream.

So when Guan Yu climbed ashore from downstream, the people were already exhausted, and they jumped upstream with Zhang Fei.

"There is no river god in this river."

"Nonsense, of course there is no river god. I wonder if one can cross the panting river with one bare hands, and if so, how much time it will take to be the fastest and the slower. ”

"Huh? But you didn't say that before, you said let's find out if there is a river god in the river. ”

"No, I don't think you're going to venture down the river."

Zhang Fei stopped talking, swearing never to listen to Guan Yu's nonsense again, and at the same time, he keenly found that this kind of small means was full of Yile shadows.

Zhang Fei's oath is time-sensitive, and it will not be a few days before the last time he swore by the earth digging dragon.

Guan Yu is gradually becoming an officer in a cycle, and Yile has somehow got so many war cases, plain warfare, valley warfare, water warfare, encirclement without fighting, thunder warfare, all kinds, wonderful.

Yile then introduced the concept of data, and by collecting fixed values about these wars, they were used to make specific combat arrangements, and in order to verify the effectiveness of this method, Guan Yu went up the mountain and down the river, drilled holes and climbed trees, and was very happy.

The wind and thousands of trees, the rain is full of flowers, such a vassal and elegant party Yile doesn't like it at all, he can't write poetry, and he doesn't have this talent, although Du Li is possessed, there are a lot of poems for his own plagiarism, Yile is proud to think that an elite of later generations can break out of the world without relying on these.

What's more, Zheng Xuan is about to become famous all over the world, and no matter how he copies it, he will be seen through by others. What is fake is always fake, and there is no corresponding background, but the poems that cannot be written come out, and smart people can see through it at a glance.

Since his own knowledge is based on the world, if it is difficult to say goodbye when he writes, the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry, such a poem seems frivolous.

Writing poetry is just a means, and such an excuse is easier to accept, since you don't have the opportunity to become a scholar, then you should carry out the scriptures to the end.

There have been many times, the emotions stirring in the chest will always make Yile feel that he can write a poem, but he can't turn it into beautiful words for a long time.

In the final analysis, his ancient literary cultivation is not enough, his knowledge is insufficient, and his bearing has not changed from a modern person to an ancient, so he can only be regarded as an elegant fart.

The cultural exchange meeting is still hot, Zheng Xuan's open class cannot be held at such a high density, it has to be combined with the needs of the market economy, and the free one is too cheap. In later generations, Hong Kong and Taiwan singers only held a concert in a few years, and the hilltop position could be sold for 200 yuan, and the handshake position was as high as 2,000 yuan.

Xun Yu didn't come, Wang Lang didn't see anyone, but Cai Yong arrived as scheduled. Yile doesn't have much interest in this kind of cultural person, this interest refers to usefulness, and he thinks that his sexual orientation is normal.

Although Cai Yong is very beautiful, it is a high appreciation for a man to describe his appearance as beautiful. Yile couldn't understand how the men's style hall in Luoyang would let go of such a small fresh meat.

Just throw him to Zheng Xuan, anyway, the school is lacking Mr. has the opportunity for him to take his family over, Yile is eager to see the beauty of Cai Wenji, a talented woman in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

I haven't tried the taste of a local tyrant in my life, and now that I have money, I want to try it, but Yile finds that I can't find a place to show off. The standard of the rich in later generations is to drive a Mercedes-Benz and live in a villa, hang a gold chain thicker than a dog chain around their necks, wear a big leather jacket when they go out, and hold a big cigar in their mouths.

Those who can live in the drunken fairy building during the period of shortage of housing are very tyrants. The reason why Cao Cao came here was because he was attracted by this kind of momentum-building technique, and he could actually understand the true connotation of marketing from it.

Thinking about it, whether it is giving advice to He Jin or assassinating Dong Zhuo, this kid has been running himself.

Just sat down, a slightly chubby young man greeted him, and handed over the hot handkerchief, but Cao Cao didn't know why, so he didn't take it.

The fat boy smiled: "The guest officer first wiped his face and hands with a hot cloth." ”

Cao Cao took the handkerchief with an "oh", and after wiping his face, the fat boy began to introduce the dishes of the restaurant.

After a while, the food was sent over, and the Manchu and Han banquets in the Drunken Immortal Building were naturally miniature versions, and the twelve dishes were served one after another, and the fat boy's skill of pouring wine in the air provoked Cao Cao to applaud and applaud, and he also gave a tip of fifty yuan.

Seeing that the fat boy took the reward, with a flick of his left hand, the reward disappeared, and Cao Cao cheered again.

There are three poems hanging in the middle of the Drunken Immortal Tower, and Cao Cao has not even looked at them. I actually noticed an extremely shabby scholar who walked in from the door.

I thought that the shopkeeper would drive him away, this kind of place does not belong to him. Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper just looked at it with a smile, and the poor scholar found a seat in the side compartment and sat down, and the guy quickly served him a meal and a dish.

There were more than a dozen people in the same situation as him, all sitting in the side box. Cao Cao was about to summon his men to solve his puzzles, when he heard a voice on the other side:

"The income from the twelve dishes you ordered is used on them."

Cao Cao turned around and saw a handsome young man standing on the side with a fan, his left hand constantly fiddling with the hair on his forehead, and he was a little puzzled:

"What do you mean?"

The handsome young man looked at the seat, and then at Cao Cao, Cao Cao laughed, and quickly got up and bowed and saluted: "Brother, please sit down!" ”

The handsome young man didn't pretentiously, sat down directly, poured a glass of wine, and took a sip before saying: "There is an unwritten rule in the Drunken Immortal Building, one out of ten out of ten per day is exchanged for food, and those scholars who are in distress and poor are provided for free. ”

Cao Cao was even more puzzled: "The scholars of the Han Dynasty have always had muscles and bones, and this kind of food should be rather starved to death than touched, is it that the scholars of Zhuo County have no backbone?" ”

"I saw that pile of rocks in the backyard, yesterday it was in the south, and today it should be moved to the west."

"Haha, it's fun!

In Xia Cao Mengde, he did not consult the young brother Gao's surname. ”

"Yile, Zixi!"

"You're Yile? Zhuangzhi is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and talking about the joy of thirsty for Hun blood? ”

"I can't lie to you!" Yi Le Zhi God sighed.

Cao Cao laughed again and said, "People in temperament, people in temperament, like this kind of simple way of talking." ”

"Don't you think about friendship, should you pay for this meal or you pay for it, I just didn't want to waste food, so I came to destroy the food and wine with you."

"That's natural, it was Cao Mengde who invited you to take a seat."

Yile admired: "Brother Mengde, where did you show your flaws?" ”

Cao Cao said with a smile: "Brother Zixi's poems are heroic, how can he be a calculating person? With such ability, I must be worth a lot of money. ”

"Admire, since you talk about poetry, what do you think of the three poems?"

"The three capitals are excellent poems, I prefer to say winter, absolute, extinguished, lonely, alone, bringing the cold of winter into people's hearts and lungs."

Cao Cao sighed and continued: "How similar is today's Han to this poem. ”

When it comes to politics, Cao Cao shows astonishing insight, and the shortcomings of the Eastern Han Dynasty are all described, noticing not only the dangers of the Taiping Road, but also the differences in Zhuo County.

Yile had to leave in advance, he was afraid that he couldn't help but destroy the growing Emperor of Wei. Yile actually really thought about killing Cao Cao, Liu Bei's biggest enemy, in infancy, and had to give up after weighing the benefits, at this time, Zhuo County was not enough to protect himself, and Cao Jie's anger could not be resisted.

And Cao Cao is actually not a villain, to a certain extent, he only supported the loyal ministers of the Han family, but Liu Xie was incompetent, so Cao Cao seemed domineering.

History is fair, but it can be rewritten to the liking of a writer, especially if that writer's work is famous. History will lose its true side.

Cao Cao's poems are very imposing, a treacherous villain can't write it, saying that he is plotting to usurp the throne, and he is still the prime minister of the Han Dynasty before he dies, besides, Liu Bang robbed Xiang Yu's king of Hanzhong is the right one, and robbed the Qin family to call the people want, why is Cao Cao's own country called a thief?

After a short period of contact, Yile knew why Cao Cao was able to keep pressing Liu Bei and the Sun Group, and even Yile didn't intend to let go of people's desire for talents, and the meaning of solicitation was revealed between the lines.

Sure enough, in less than two days, the talented people who were active in Zhuojun City knew the existence of Cao Mengde, and even had followers.

Yile begged God to worship Buddha Xun Yu Don't get cramped at this time, he came all the way to Zhuo County, and when he met Cao Cao, he really saw the wealth and water.

Among the many military divisions of the Three Kingdoms, Xun Yu is one of Yile's most admired, his excellence is not only in the military, he is also a good hand in governing the country and the people.

Yile will only bring some technology to the Han Dynasty in later generations, and as for governing the country, it is better to hand it over to these powerful people. Yile even wanted to pull Cao Cao into his own lineup, and the Three Kingdoms became two countries, and after the writers of later generations knew, they didn't know if they would vomit blood collectively, and the scene of scrambling to dig his ancestral grave was also full of fun to think about.

History will naturally not be at the mercy of someone, even if it is as strong as Yingzheng, at this time, it can only lie somewhere at the foot of Lishan Mountain, let alone the lonely soul of Yile.

Yes, for the big man, Yile can only be regarded as a witch who knows things in advance, but can't change reality, grandstanding, and a ghost who deceives the world and steals his name. (To be continued, please collect)