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When Wei Yu first came to the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was just the beginning of autumn, and now it has really entered the late autumn.

For more than a month, Wei Yu can be regarded as having appreciated the customs of the Hedong area, or the cultural and social background of the Han Dynasty. In his previous life, he had read the shabby book of the Three Kingdoms at his desk no less than a hundred times, and although he had been prepared for this class-based society in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, once he really saw the scene of human life being as cheap as a dog, he couldn't help but feel weak.

Wei Yu has done many things such as giving porridge, putting grain, and helping the people, but fortunately, he is the only son of the Wei family, and he is loved by thousands of people in the Wei family, and his parents in this world do not blame him for consuming family wealth.

Regarding the identity of the only son of the Wei family, Wei Yu, who was now sitting in the courtyard, couldn't help but sigh.

When I first met my mother Wei Zhu a month ago, I still remember it vividly, and the children of the big family don't have to be adults to have a table.

Before his mother called out the word Zhongdao, Wei Yu wished that he would have a brother so that his identity as a famous short-lived ghost could be occupied by someone else, but now everything is empty.

Wei Yu smiled bitterly, knowing from Xiaoru's mouth that the expression Zhongdao was still taken by his father's old friend Cai Yong, a famous Confucian in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, all of which showed that he could not resist the trajectory of history at all.

Wei Zhongdao's identity has been confirmed, and Cai Yong has gradually appeared in his sight, so if he marries Cai Wenji and Cai Yan in the future, he will die of illness in his twenties one after another.

"Wei Zhongdao, a native of Hedong. Born in the first year of Han Jianning, his wife Cai Wenji (the daughter of Shangshu Cai Yong), after marriage, the couple loved each other very much, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, less than a year after marriage, Wei Zhongdao died of hemoptysis. ”

Wei Yu's mind kept flashing Wei Zhongdao's annotations, it is now the fifth year of Guanghe, he is only fifteen years old, and it is estimated that there are still four or five years before he gets married, and Wei Zhongdao's death is a year after marriage, so there is really not much time left for himself.

"Ahem, ahem." Wei Yu's cough is getting worse and worse, all the weaknesses and illnesses of this body have been well explained, if Wei Yu, who just came to Wei's house, is happy and excited, then now he can only frown.

The yellow reagent glass bottle in the sleeve has been rubbed by the fingers and creaked, and finally suppressed the urge to drink this bottle of reagent on behalf of the recovery, and the three bottles of reagent in the hands of such a society will always be his last hole card, and he will never be able to use it until the last moment.

Untied his loose robe, Wei Yu had already supported the ground with both hands, and he had insisted on doing push-ups for more than ten days, to put it bluntly, Wei Zhongdao's illness was a problem with his lungs, and lung problems were often caused by a small cold, in short, it would never be wrong to strengthen his body.

The fifth year of Guanghe is 182 BC, and a lot of things have happened in these years, Sun Jian's second son, Sun Quan, the future emperor of Eastern Wu, has been born, and Zhen Ji, the future queen of Cao Pi, was also born in this year, and the people of the Taiping Sect have been preaching, and it is only two years before the famous Yellow Turban Rebellion in Chinese history.

"It's too weak!"

While supporting Wei Yu up and down his body with his hands, he kept admonishing himself again. The ground under his forehead was already wet, and he seemed to want to vent all the unwillingness of a small person in the tide of history.

Xiao Ru is Ru'er, Wei Yu doesn't like the name of children's words, so he simply changed the name of this little girl to Xiao Ru, the Han Dynasty rarely added a small character before the name, for such an unruly name, Xiao Ru was both a little scared and a little happy.

Fortunately, the name Xiaoru is still very good, wiped the sweat of the young master sitting on the chair, Xiaoru respectfully poured water for Wei Yu, sencha bitter Wei Yu is fed up, now he tends to drink a cup of hot water, of course, these waters must be boiled at high temperature, for the Eastern Han Dynasty people from the deep well to take water and drink the habit he is quite scoffing.

Wei Yu's small courtyard is more poetic in autumn, although those withered yellow fallen leaves are the object of hatred of the people of Wei Mansion, but Wei Yu never let people clean, he feels that the yard decorated with dead leaves can be more in line with the season, and can relax his soul more.

The small piece of green bamboo has already withered a little, and Xiao Ru leaned next to the green bamboo and stared intently at his son, constantly fiddling with the wooden blocks in his hand.

The carpenter's craft belonged to an inferior profession in the Han Dynasty, and seeing that the young master who was once full of wealth was already fascinated by this big wooden plate, he was a little anxious but did not dare to make a sound, because Wei Yu had strictly forbidden others to disturb him while he was "working".

Wei Yu had already put the wooden board half the size of a stone table on the table, and the fine jade pen in his hand was stained with ink, and he began to draw horizontal and vertical lines according to the ring ruler.

Xiao Ru didn't know how to count, he didn't know how many squares his son had drawn, he only knew that Childe had drawn crossed diagonal lines in the four squares closest to his body.

Wei Yu loved calligraphy in his previous life, and was a small seal master, but this was only the text of the pre-Qin Dynasty, and after the Han Dynasty, Lishu began to gradually become popular, because its upright and square symbolized the righteousness of the great country of the Han Dynasty, and it simply became the official language.

Wei Yu awkwardly imitated the writing of the Han Dynasty, writing on the thirty-two small wooden blocks, and some of the knowledge in the body was inherited at all times, but some skills were difficult to inherit, such as the writing of this official book.

After a few efforts, Wei Yu finally wrote the words on the wooden block, put it on the wooden plate, stretched his waist, and wrote the Chu River and the four characters of the Han world in the middle as the finishing touch.

"It's done."

Wei Yu, who put away his pen and ink, let Xiaoru sit directly opposite him, and began to explain the things on the stone table.

Xiao Ru is very smart, it should be said that Wei Yu taught well, long before Wei Yu did a good job of chess, he forced Xiao Ru to learn the words of the car, horse and artillery, Xiao Ru at that time did not understand, in a society where there is a huge disparity between men and women, few women are literate, but since it is the order of the young master of his own family, Xiao Ru can only nod to learn.

"This chess piece is called a rook, he can walk on these horizontal and vertical lines at will, he can eat the opposite chess piece, he is a ruthless character."

"This chess piece is called a horse, and the path he walks is two squares, and if someone is in front of him, he cannot travel."

Of course, Wei Yu will not say such words as Ma Walking Ri and Feitian, first, I am afraid that Xiaoru will not understand, and second, there is a gap between the Eastern Han script and modern times.

Wei Yu took a sip of water, and he had already played as many as three or five games of chess with Xiao Xia, Wei Yu's chess skills were not very good, he came to the Eastern Han Dynasty and felt that the entertainment projects of the Eastern Han Dynasty were too few, and he made chess just to add a little fun to ordinary life. But Xiao Ru is different, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman Bing Xue is smart, the first two sets were killed by Wei Yu on his back, and the latter gradually began to imitate Wei Yu's qi path, what immortal guidance such a routine has been used handy, and there are already faint signs of surpassing Wei Yu after a few sets.

"General!"

Xiao Ru screamed happily, his hands kept clapping, and his coiled hair was scattered because of the violent shaking, and the small dimples the size of green beans were very charming.

"Well... All right... Mine will be able to go up. Wei Yu was a little embarrassed and forcibly quibbled.

I saw Xiaoru stretch out his right hand, nodded at the horse that was really poised and said, "Childe can't go up, my horse can just eat your general by walking two squares!" ”

Wei Yu cried, but Xiao Ru was very happy.

"Childe, it's you who lost!"

Seeing that Wei Yu was a little depressed, the alert Xiaoru immediately came back to her senses and said with a guilty face, "I'm sorry Childe, the slave shouldn't win Childe... It's the slave who is wrong..."

may be due to a prank, Wei Yu deliberately said with a straight face: "In this way, this son still wants you to let me?" ”

Xiao Ru was shocked and hurriedly said, "No, no, no... No... That's not what Xiaoru means. ”

The little girl was in a hurry, her eyes were actually full of tears, Wei Yu was amused by the little girl, stretched out her right hand and scratched Xiaoru's nose and said: "Teasing you, is this son so stingy..."

"My son doesn't know how to play that game, and making this chess is just for his own entertainment, if you can play a few games with me, I'm already very satisfied."

Xiao Ru raised his head, but Wei Yu didn't give him a chance to speak.

Looking at the punctured wounds on Xiao Ru's hands, he sighed again: "Hey, it's me who is not careful enough, and my craftsmanship is not enough, if only these chess pieces could be made into a circle, they won't hurt your hand." ”

Wei Yu still loves the little maid a lot, grabbed Xiao Ru's hand and put it in her mouth to suck her dirty blood.

This scene is normal in modern times, and it is not a big deal for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old brother to help his thirteen or fourteen-year-old sister treat her wounds, but this is in ancient times, you must know that Xiaoru is about to get married when she is one or two years older.

"Childe..." Xiao Ru's face was a little red, and he lowered his head and muttered, "Is Childe really not angry..."

Wei Yu also knew that he was a little reckless, and when he saw that the wound was almost treated, he said: "It's no big deal if the water is washed, how can the little girl's family have so many questions?" ”

After speaking, he picked up the chessboard on the table and left in Xiao Ru's eyes, and instructed the servant to go out and find a carpenter with good craftsmanship to make these chess pieces into a circle.

…

The night in the Eastern Han Dynasty was silent, and candles had just risen, and the price was only used by the rich and noble. Of course, even the most ordinary lamp oil cannot be consumed by most ordinary people, so most people's choice at night is to turn off the lights and go to bed.

Wei Yu came to the thatched house under the guidance of Xiaoru holding a candle, and the habit of going to squat at night did not change when he came to this world.

Xiao Ru was guarding outside, the candle stretched out as much as possible into the thatched house, but he held his body and didn't dare to look inside, and his palm-sized cheeks were already red and ripe.

Wei Yu wanted to smoke a cigarette, but how could there be cigarettes in these years, and after quickly solving it, he found that there was no toilet chip.

"It's as small as... This one... That one... The toilet chips are gone... Please go get one..."

After Wei Yu finished speaking, he found that the lights were gone, and a rush of footsteps came to his ears.

"This little girl must have been too shy to answer, so she ran away."

Wei Yu smiled helplessly, it must be a shame to go to the toilet without paper, of course, there is no paper in this era, and the so-called toilet chip is the flat bamboo chip.

The moon was already very round, and Wei Yu, who was squatting on the pit, looked up.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

The footsteps of Xiao Ru coming back were approaching, thinking about the little girl's blushing appearance, Wei Yu couldn't help but be a little distracted.

"So that's life..."