The sound of the broken bowl was not loud, but it knocked on the hearts of the two mothers.

"Mother, what's wrong with you, it doesn't matter."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay for my mother, it's just a pity for this bowl." As she spoke, she bent down and tried to pick up the pieces, but her hands trembled.

Looking at these trembling hands, Zhang Yu, who had been more than 20 years, knew in his heart that his mother must know about the yellow scarf, and it had a lot to do with it.

。。。 Could it be that his biological father in this life died in the hands of the Yellow Turban thief, the more Zhang Yu thought about it, the more reasonable he felt. Hey, mother.

"Mother, I'm here to help, don't hurt your hand." Zhang Yu obediently squatted on the ground and picked up the pieces. "Mother, don't be sad, whether the bandits are coming or the yellow scarf is coming, even if the great man wants me to leave you, I will not agree, and I will never part with you. Don't be sad, I'll take good care of you for Daddy. These are Zhang Yu's heartfelt words and heartfelt words.

Hearing this, the woman could no longer hold back her tears, and she held the child and began to sob, which must have been the third time she had cried in front of the child.

Zhang Yu thought that she was crying for her father, who she had never met, and was crying for her life experience. And in fact, it was true, but he didn't expect that his dead father was actually the great sage and good teacher, the general of Tiangong, and the leader of the Yellow Turban Uprising, Zhang Jiao.

If you are tired of crying, you won't cry, you will come out with the tears that should be shed, and some of the sadness will be shed, it is also beneficial, Zhang Yu helped her mother to the house, let her rest, and poured a bowl of water for her mother, this time Zhang Yu held it very steadily and would not fall, as if this was the most expensive bowl of medicinal soup in the world.

To appease his mother, he came to the lawn outside the house, habitually lay down, picked up a weed, looked at the blue sky, his thoughts were running rapidly, the history of the Three Kingdoms, formal, wild history, and novels echoed in his mind. What he wants to do is to survive in the long river of history.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the eunuchs were in power, Liu Hong died, the Han Shao Emperor Liu Wei succeeded to the throne, his relatives He Jin assisted the government, and the young emperor worshiped He Jin as a general, He Jin conspired with the aristocratic bureaucrat Yuan Shao to kill the eunuchs, and despite the opposition of the courtiers, he privately summoned the Liangzhou warlord Dong Zhuo to lead the Liangzhou army into Beijing to help them kill the eunuchs Zhang Rang and Duan Qi.

Later, due to conspiracy, He Jin was killed by Zhang Rang and others. Yuan Shao led his troops into the palace, killed all the eunuchs, and took control of the imperial court. Then Dong Zhuo led the army into Luoyang, and Dong Zhuo's rebellion began.

This year is the sixth year of Zhongping! The year Dong Zhuo entered Luoyang, the year when the real troubled times began.

I don't know if it's too late to run away now, Zhang Yu thinks so, I don't know if Liu Hong is dead, and I don't know when Dong Zhuo came to Luoyang, whether he has already come, or on the way here, by the way, and Lu Bu, you must run far.

It's decided, run away with your mother, at least stay away from Luoyang, well, you have to talk to the people in the village, whether they believe it or not, at least say it.

But who would believe that this almost eight-year-old child, if there is, it should be Liu Zhuo and his mother.

Having made up his mind and spitting out the weeds, a carp jumped up, patted the dust on his body, and no longer bothered to kick the stones, and ran to the houses.

The villagers laughed when they heard about the Yellow Turban Rebellion and heard the little boy say that he wanted to flee the village.

"The child is scared stupid, how can there be a yellow turban chaos on the edge of the imperial city at the feet of the Son of Heaven. Let's go home and eat and sleep. I'm going to farm tomorrow."

No one will believe him.

He went to find Brother Hua'er, and Brother Hua smiled and asked him to go back to his mother.

Liu Zhuo wanted to laugh when he heard this, but saw that Zhang Yu's expression was very serious, as serious as Brother Hua. I didn't laugh either. "Okay, I know. I'll think about it. Tomorrow, let's continue to practice with Brother Hua'er, practice your courage bigger, obviously Zhang Jiao has been dead for a few years, is it possible that you are afraid that he will crawl out of the graveyard and take you away. ”

"Hey, don't say it, believe it or not, dead fat."

Zhang Yu has no way to change other people's minds, not to mention that he is just a child. He wanted to go to the village chief, but the village chief went to Yunyou again, saying that he was going to find a new story after telling the story.

Helpless.

He had to go home.

"Mother, it's okay for us to get out of here, there's danger here."

The woman who was drinking porridge was very surprised, what happened to this child today, could it be that the yellow scarf scared him stupid, hey, if he told the child that his father was the leader of the yellow scarf, then he would not be scared and short-lived. Well, you must keep your mouth shut, and you must not divulge a single secret.

So was the woman's heart.

said, "Okay, listen to you, my mother will listen to you for everything, but it will take a few days to prepare before you can leave." ”

The woman thought that in a few days the stupid boy should come to his senses, and he would not want to run.

After receiving the affirmative answer from her mother, Zhang Yu was very excited, only a mother is good in the world, and a mother's child is like a treasure. "Okay, mother, we have to do it as soon as possible, you must believe me."

"I believe you, eat porridge quickly."

At night, Zhang Yu didn't feel sleepy, and was thinking about going that way.

South of Luoyang, Hongnong, Wancheng, Bowang, Xinye, and then across the Yangtze River is Liu Biao's territory. Xiangyang Jiangling is said to be quite prosperous under Liu Biao's governance, but the trouble of the family is a big problem. Further west is Bashu, the land of the Southern Barbarians, although not as developed as the Central Plains, but it is better than stability, and there is no war.

West of Luoyang, Chang'an, Tianshui, Xiliang. This is Dong Zhuo's territory, and if you can't go, you can't go, so you can't veto it directly.

To the north of Luoyang, in the Hebei region, it seems that there are still the remnants of the Yellow Turbans, and it is not safe.

To the east of Luoyang, the old ones, Puyang, Xuzhou, Beihai, and Xuzhou are Yangzhou Jiangdong, and they are relatively peaceful areas.

Well, it's decided like this, go south first, go to the Xiangyang area, and then make plans. Anyway, it would be right to escape from Luoyang first and escape from Dong Zhuo's rebellion.

Zhang Yu thought about it carefully, and said that Mr. Shuijing seemed to be in that area, maybe he could meet Wolong Phoenix Chick Shan Fu or something, but Wolong Zhuge Liang is now a child in the mountains, and he doesn't know how much ability he has when he sees it.

I really want to see what Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, Zhou Yu and other historical celebrities look like, as well as the Han Emperor Liu Wei, who seems to be only fourteen years old, and the Han Xian Emperor Liu Xie, who seems to be as old as me, is rare to cross, and it is a pity not to see it. By the way, what else is there Diao Chan Big Qiao Xiao Qiao, is it really that good-looking. But it's still a small life, or run away first, and you must know each other if you have the opportunity.

By the way, tomorrow I will go to Brother Hua to ask for a real sword, maybe I will use it when I run away. Well, that's right. Although he may not even be able to pick up a sword, he is now the only man in the Zhang family, a manly man, standing up to the sky, standing up to the Zhang family and taking care of his mother.

Now he just wants to live, with his mother, what dominates the world, crisscrossing the battlefield, those are too dangerous, let's do it for those so-called heroes and heroes.

Zhang Yu's children are making all kinds of plans in their hearts, looking at the crescent moon and stars outside the window, listening to the chirping of crickets, scared, lost, and a little excited, but they can't sleep.

It wasn't until the rooster crowed in the morning that he fell asleep in a drowsy manner, and he was still muttering in his mouth, "Mother, look, this is Da Qiao, beautiful." ”

"Who is this big Qiao, isn't it a little girl from a family in the village, I haven't heard of it before." The woman covered Zhang Yu with a quilt, and with doubts, got up to prepare breakfast.

The village was as peaceful as ever, with farmers ploughing the fields, hunters hunting, women working and children playing.

Only the little boy who was still asleep, and his escape plan, seemed out of place.