The night was already deep, and the silver crescent moon had already hung high above the dark blue sky, and several light clouds gently hugged it, softly letting it ripple in the cold night breeze. The night sky was so lively www.biquge.info 1,811 years ago, and the countless stars in the sky were like scattered pearls, exuding their own different light.

Some are dim, looking petite and cute like the children next door; Some are bright, just like the heroes who are in the limelight, and they want to compare with the bright moon on this dark stage; Some are silvery white with a bit of blue quietness, which makes people feel its elegance and luxury; Some are silver and white with purple grace, which makes people feel an infinite charm.

The night sky in ancient times was so prosperous, it is no wonder that those ancient star officials always associated a few celebrities on the earth with these little stars. For them, all the princes and generals on the earth have their own movements of the stars in the sky, which can show that the stars with slightly different colors and brightness are not different levels like the people on the earth?

However, what kind of understanding of the stars was not something that Li Sheng cared about. After he had eaten his first dinner in the Three Kingdoms era, he returned to his room in a groggy state. He lay on a mattress covered with a padded mattress, covered with a heavy but warm quilt, leaning against a leather-wrapped wooden pillow, leaning up and looking at the night sky outside the window.

For him, the stars at night outside the window are still the stars he saw in the original era, and the land under his feet is also the China he is used to living in, but time has changed, the people living on this land have changed, and the environment he is familiar with has changed. Although he had watched many costume dramas on TV and computers, he did not think that he could live in ancient times just by relying on what he knew.

The whole ancient environment is completely different from the modern one he once lived in, according to the principle of "natural selection, survival of the fittest", he believes that if he can't adapt to such an environment, then he will eventually be eliminated by this environment. In that case, you won't be able to survive well. Of course, he, Li Sheng, can also change this environment. But that is not an easy thing to do, it requires not only huge financial resources, a lot of manpower, but also power that no one can reach.

Maybe you can do this after becoming an emperor, but is it really that easy to become an emperor? As long as he thought of being enemies with Liu Bei, Cao Cao, Sun Quan and others, he Li Sheng seemed a little unconfident. He didn't think he could be better than these people of this era.

Although they have nearly 2,000 years more knowledge than them, just as everything that belongs to ancient times may not be suitable for modern society, all kinds of things that are learned in modern times may not be completely suitable for ancient times. If you really want to embark on the road of competing for hegemony, then you must definitely combine what you know with the actual situation in the late Han Dynasty. After all, this is the only way to really make it possible for what you have learned to be useful.

"But isn't that thinking too far?" Looking at his body that was only thirteen years old, Li Sheng suddenly felt a little bitter, "With the current physical condition, even if you want to compete for hegemony, you will have to wait for several years." At that time, I am afraid that the talent and land will be robbed. Besides, I don't know if I'll be able to continue living. Especially when Cao Cao attacked Xuzhou. ”

Li Sheng, who has read history and still achieved quite good results in these sub-subjects when he was in school, of course remembers Cao Cao's strategy for Xuzhou:

In 192 AD, Xuzhou Mu Taoqian's subordinates killed Cao Song, the father of Cao Cao, who had retreated to Langya County to escape Dong Zhuo's rebellion, and plundered his finances and absconded. caused the relationship between Cao Cao, who had a foothold in Yanzhou, deteriorated with Xuzhou, and Cao Cao, in order to take revenge, joined the Yuan Shao camp that opposed Tao Qian's Yuan Shu camp. He used four years to develop, and in the summer of 193 AD, he launched a revenge war against Xuzhou. Compared to the battle for the ordinary circle of influence, the war of revenge is really irrational. Cao Cao's army, which broke into Xuzhou, killed people when they saw them. Hundreds of thousands of men and women were killed, and their bodies were thrown into the Surabaya River, leaving a tragic record of "water being stranded".

Because of this incident, Xuzhou's population has plummeted, and its strength has greatly declined. By the time Liu Bei was in charge of Xuzhou Mu, the overall strength of Xuzhou was not much stronger than the other forces around him.

Although it is not clear how many years the third year of Chuping is (after all, Li Sheng is a modern person, except for the year of the Common Era, who will record the era name one by one, and it is good to be able to basically associate the era name with which emperor and which era), but judging from the current population prosperity of Xiaqiu City, Cao Cao's revenge war has obviously not yet begun. However, Dong Zhuo is dead, and Cao Cao's father is also dead, so Cao Cao's strategy for Xuzhou will be a matter of the next two years. How to avoid this scourge is the question that Li Sheng wants to think about. Originally, he only planned to escape by himself, but now that he has been taken in by the people of Surabaya Ju, he also wants to save these people. As a person with a weak heart, he can't see someone who has something to do with him save him from dying like this.

"Alas......! It's a hassle to think about everything for yourself, and to think very carefully. Li Sheng was a little distressed. Although he turned out to be a person who loves fantasy, but that kind of fantasy is just cranky, and if he thinks wrong, he will be scolded by online netizens at most, and he can't hurt even a single hair. Unlike now, all you think about is your own survival, your own future, and you can't be sloppy at all. If you think wrong, you may be able to take your own life.

"What a headache." Li Sheng frowned and patted his forehead gently. He had been silent here for a long time, but he still did not come up with any satisfactory answer to his future vision.

He didn't think he was good at it. This was evident from the time he first wrote the book. In contrast to others who wrote books at the same time, his book did not have a proper outline at the beginning. Most of what he writes is sexually spontaneous, jumping out of whimsy. He is often able to quickly plan the plot of the next chapter or two, but he cannot control the progress of a volume of text. As a result, his book became longer and more detailed.

"Well, if it's a war, I'm at most a tactical talent rather than a strategic talent." This is the definition he used to make of himself.

As he thought about the road ahead at this moment, he felt more and more inadequate.

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time. It's not so fast for Cao Cao to attack Xuzhou, so I don't have to think so quickly. Take your time one step at a time and establish myself in the middle of Surabaya. Li Sheng, who was unable to make a long-term plan, decided to execute his short-term plan first. He decided to gain a firm foothold in this new "home" first, gain the trust of Mrs. Li and others, and let them gradually obey what he said. After all, only in this way can they finally be moved to leave their homeland and go further south in this context.

"However, before you can do all this, you must first learn the words, the words, and the habits of life. I don't want to be seen as a monster all the time. Seeing that the moon had gradually turned westward, Li Sheng, who had been thinking about it for most of the night, finally felt tired. Although he usually sleeps much later than now, such a big change today and a whole night of "boredom" that he can only think make him have the urge to sleep. Unable to resist the urge, he finally closed his eyes in a hazy daze and fell into a deep sleep.

Because he was really tired, he forgot to blow out the candle burning beside him in his confusion.

For a long time, for a long time, he sank into his own dream. There, he seemed to be back to this morning......

The rare wind and snow are getting worse and worse. It scraped coldly against its face, melted by its own body heat, and turned into cool ice water that slid down its face. Because of the heavy snow, the road appears a little slippery, which seems to increase the speed of the moving car even more. As far as Li Sheng himself is concerned, whenever there is a different weather such as rain, snow, and wind, most of the cars running on the road are like crazy and running fast.

Crossing the street at this time is undoubtedly dangerous, but the urging of a friend's mobile phone makes him have to think faster and faster.

The road in front of his neighborhood is not very wide. It was an old-fashioned asphalt road, about five or six meters apart on both sides, and it could be crossed in a few seconds as long as it was fast.

Li Sheng stood on the side of the road with his body twisted, his big head shaking smartly, and a pair of clever tricks quickly aimed at the passing vehicles on the left.

One car passed, and another car passed, almost following the tail of the other. There was not much left for Li Sheng to walk in. Li Sheng was anxious about this situation, and finally when the second car passed and the third car was about ten meters away from his side, he passed quickly. Although the road is slippery and the traffic is fast, Li Sheng still believes in his luck. In his opinion, the so-called car accident is really a one-in-a-thousand, and he does not think that such a thing will happen to him.

"Run!" He said to himself. Reaching out to wipe his wet face, he took a deep breath and ran frantically across the road. Because I was running fast, the road was a little slippery, and my steps were quite staggering. For such a situation, he has been crying out in his heart, but there is no other way, stopping in the middle of the road is an act of looking for death. He had no choice but to entrust his fate to heaven.

However, the heavens didn't really seem to take care of him: first let his foot inexplicably, and the whole person involuntarily fell forward, and then let him see the rumbling big truck driving straight away in the process of falling, as if it was about to run over his body.

"I can't be pressed, I don't want to die yet." He fell to the ground, and hurriedly wanted to roll to the side, but saw a strange yellow light falling from the sky, covering his face. A huge roar sounded in his ears like a thunderbolt from the ground, and it shook him to death at once.

"Whew......!" Recalling such a thing, Li Sheng suddenly woke up from his seat. Although it only happened in his sleep, he felt as if he had experienced it again, and he still felt the horror in it.

"I wish it was all a dream." This is Li Sheng's natural prayer. However, looking at his fair and "thin" arms and palms and his emaciated body, Li Sheng really felt the reality in front of him.

Awakened by the horror of the dream, Li Sheng naturally had no idea of falling asleep. He was still a little tired, but he got up.

Xiaqiu belongs to Xuzhou, which is much norther than Fuzhou where Li Sheng was originally located, so it is naturally even colder. Just as the northerners are not adapted to the humid climate of the south, Li Shengzi, who has been promoted to a southerner, cannot stand the cold of the north. Although the clothes he wore when he came did not know how they were changed into money similar to those of the ancients, he had not tried the ancient clothes before, and he could not put them back on at all. In order to resist, the bitter cold of the winter dawn, he had no choice but to wrap the quilt indiscriminately and wrap himself like a bear.

Now that he got up, Li Sheng wanted to do something, otherwise it would be boring to sit and stay until dawn. He shook his thin head, his eyes wandering around, looking for something interesting in the room.

In the end, though, he was disappointed. Because this house was originally prepared for the stewards who came to Surabaya Residence later, there was no one living in the first place, so naturally there was no personalized furnishings or anything like that. In short, it has all the houses in this house, and there are other houses like it. If you really want to make this house interesting, it is only up to Li Sheng to do it himself.

"There's no way, it seems that the only way to do it is to read." Really bored, Li Sheng had no choice but to go to the three-story cabinet on the side to check the bamboo slips inside.

The bamboo slips are all thick things. There may not be many words in each volume, but it is very heavy, so that the unsuspecting Li Sheng, who is holding it in his hand, suddenly slips his hand.

Finally flipped down a few rolls from above, and Li Sheng was a little out of breath. He felt that his strength was not only much less than when he was at the beginning, but even less than when he was thirteen years old.

"Don't you want me to be a real powerless person. That's a terrible tightness. Li Sheng, who relied on the cool air of the morning to recover his physical strength, was always a little scared in his heart. As a modern person, he has always believed in the theory that "without a good body, there is nothing".

"Maybe it's just because you're too tired?" Not daring to think of that terrible final conclusion, Li Sheng hurriedly comforted himself like this.

Untie the braided rope used to gather the bamboo scrolls, and the four ink characters of the body appeared neatly in front of Li Sheng's eyes.

"The Art of War?" Li Sheng thought it was very strange, wasn't this Surabaya Ju a tavern opened by a businessman? How could there be such a soldier's book? Although this Sun Tzu's Art of War has been around for hundreds of years and has long been spread in the world, most people except for military generals will not buy it. After all, since Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty deposed Confucianism, learning Confucianism has become the best way to enter the official career. And at this time, the merchants should not have reached the point where they directly regarded the mall as a battlefield. Commerce was not developed at this time.

However, looking at this "Art of War" is still quite practical. After all, the current world is a chaotic world, a world where only those who have strength or rely on strength can live. In this world, war is ordinary, and it is definitely more important to have a war strategy than to talk about Confucianism about benevolence and righteousness. This is definitely an infinite attraction for Li Sheng, who has always been thinking about how to live. Although he had seen Sun Tzu's Art of War before, it was only a flowery look and did not study it in depth. Because at that time, he was just a carefree student, and he didn't need to fight with anyone.

Unfold a part of the bamboo slip, and use a candlestick that still exudes light in the middle, and the whole person will prostrate under the light of the candle flame and watch carefully.

"Soldiers, the great affairs of the country. The place of life and death, the way of survival, must be checked......" Li Sheng read it aloud, he thought that only in this way could he memorize the military book in a relatively short time.

This is very necessary. As a tool used to carry knowledge now, bamboo slips are still too bulky, too inconvenient and carryable. Although the improved papermaking technology at this time in the Eastern Han Dynasty had been invented by the eunuch Cai Lun, it was not popularized due to wars and other political reasons. Therefore, most of the books at this moment are still recorded by bamboo slips.

Because he already knew the importance of learning the art of war, Li Sheng's reading was very attentive and attentive. He threw himself on the bamboo slips and did not pay attention to the passage of time. In the midst of that loud reading, he searched for all the battles he could know in his mind and compared them with those described in the art of war. As a modern person, he never thought that by memorizing a book he had learned. In his view, learning is not only to be able to memorize everything in books, but also to understand the practical things mentioned in books, and to use it as the basis of theory, effectively apply it to practical problem solving, and be able to elaborate on some problems and lead to new developments. Only in this way can it be regarded as understanding and learning a knowledge.

Of course, such a requirement is too high for Li Sheng at the moment. After all, he has just come into serious contact with the art of war, and he is not even a so-called paper soldier at all. Although he knew the importance of practice, as he did not have any practical methods for the time being, he could only test what was said in the book from the war events he knew before.

"This 'Art of War' is really a strong word." The more Li Sheng tested the facts he knew, the more he admired the various concepts of war depicted in the book: more than 2,000 years later, human warfare can still be described in the art of war. The so-called war is still a matter of life and death for the country, as the art of war says. At this moment, he was completely immersed in his own thoughts.

Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door. Li Sheng raised his eyes to see that the sky was already bright. The winter sun was shining obliquely through the east window and shining on the seat on which he was lying on his stomach. It turned out to be the hour.

"Huh? Who? Li Sheng asked loudly, he looked at his disheveled appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little Hao Ran in his heart, so he didn't dare to open the door casually.

"Brother Sheng, why are you still sleeping in the room! Get up! The sun is all up to the butt. My mother said that you can't be too lazy. A bell-like voice rang out outside the door. This little girl seems to have never taught others, and it is rare to have such an opportunity at this moment, and the words she says are one set. It's just that she seems to have forgotten that the people inside can't understand her accent at all.

“？？？” Listening to the series of words outside, Li Sheng was not only confused but also confused. He is also very anxious about the current situation.

"What should I do?" Remembering that the two of them used writing to talk yesterday, Li Sheng also randomly found a slender wooden strip, picked up the brush on the table next to the table, and twisted and wrote: "I'm already up, but I can't wear clothes." He was ashamed, but he had no choice but to secretly open a crack in the door and hand the wooden strip out. He was ready to be laughed at.

However, the imaginary laughter did not ring out the door. Li Sheng listened attentively, but only heard the sound of footsteps leaving quickly.

"What's wrong? How did she go? Li Sheng didn't understand this. He is not an ancient person, he naturally does not know that he is not able to take care of himself like the situation he is encountering now, in this ancient rich family is a commonplace thing, their dressing and washing of their faces have their own special subordinates and maids are responsible, as a high-ranking young master and young lady, how can they do this with their own hands.

Of course, Zhong'er, who also doesn't know how to take care of herself and dress, understands this, so naturally she won't laugh at Li Sheng because of this. After Mrs. Li's rhetorical education yesterday, Zhong'er didn't understand anything else, but she understood a little: "If you regard a person as a friend, then you have to help him until he really solves this problem." ”

But because of this dressing thing, Bell Er herself will not either. Therefore, she could only leave in a hurry and call her maid Lei'er to help. After all, her dressing and washing are also in charge of Lei'er.

It's been about a quarter of an hour. The door was pushed open. Zhong'er appeared at Li Sheng's door, and walked in with a happy face with a girl who was about eleven or twelve years old and looked quite cute.

This time, Bell Er remembered the problem of the two of them not understanding each other, and directly handed a wooden strip with writing in front of Li Sheng.

"Lei'er is the maid in charge of my daily life. If you are in trouble at the moment, I will borrow it from you. Looking at the words on it, Li Sheng understood what the cute Lei'er was doing here: "She is here to help her solve the problem of dressing." ”

"It seems to be good. After all, there is no way to do such a cumbersome laundry by itself. Seeing that someone came to help him, Li Sheng could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Because he had no room to meddle in this matter, he could only stand motionless and let Lei'er serve his dress.

"Girls are always ingenious." Seeing Lei'er's hand, which was still a few sizes smaller than himself, quickly tidy up his clothes on his body, and made his clothes neat in a moment, Li Sheng couldn't help but sigh. When he saw that everything was done, he smiled at Bell and Lei'er with gratitude, and then picked up his pen and wrote two extremely ugly words on the wooden strip that Bell had given him: "Thank you! ”

Expressing gratitude to the person who helped you, regardless of their status, is a common thing in the eyes of modern people. After all, at that time, everyone was already equal.

However, in this ancient world with a clear hierarchy and humility, a young master who was a guest would thank a maid who had just done a trivial thing for him, which was a groundbreaking event.

As a young lady, she didn't understand how much was involved. As a child, she was just glad that Lei'er, like her sister, was respected by her friends. But Lei'er, who was a few years older than Zhong'er, was a little shocked. She was sent to be a maid since she was a child, and she has changed several masters before and after, and she has seen a lot of people. Although there are many benevolent people who are friendly to their subordinates, but that kind of kindness is just a superfluous pity, and it is the first time she has seen a person like Li Sheng who respects his subordinates from the bottom of his heart.

Surprise is amazement, this is always a very touching thing. Lei'er stared at the wooden bar in a daze, but tears inadvertently slipped down. She cried emotionally.

This tear made Zhong'er a little puzzled. The little girl didn't understand this, she bluntly thought that Li Sheng had made her sister Lei'er angry and cried. So, she raised her eyebrows and asked sharply, "You...... What did you do? In this hurry, she forgot about the fact that the two of them could not speak well.

Although he couldn't understand what Zhong'er said, judging from the little girl's angry expression, Li Sheng could still tell what she wanted to say.

"Oh my God, that's my fault. Am I wrong to just say thank you? Li Sheng shrugged his shoulders a little aggrieved and stood aside pitifully. He knew that it would take a lot of words to defend it, and that it was impossible to write so many words with different words at the moment. In desperation, he could only acquiesce for the time being.

However, Li Sheng did not need to bear this wronged grievance for too long. Because Lei'er, one of the parties involved, quickly helped him clarify the facts: "Miss, this is not about Young Master Sheng, it is I myself who saw this wooden strip and felt happy and cried." It's not like being bullied at all. ”

"Huh? Am I wrong to blame him? Zhong'er was slightly stunned for a moment, and then confirmed to Lei'er: "Is it really wrong?" ”

"Hmm!" Leil nodded heavily.

It seems that he has made a big mess. Bell smiled bitterly and stuck out her tongue, remembered the problem of speech barrier again, and wrote on a new piece of wood: "I'm sorry! ”

"It's okay." This is a message that Li Sheng generously replied to her. Although he was wronged, this is a trivial matter after all. Li Sheng didn't want to worry about such a little girl in such a trivial matter. He was afraid that Zhong'er would still keep things in mind, so he quickly changed the topic: "Is there anything to eat?" I'm hungry. "It's a rare thing for him to get up for breakfast.

"It looks like there's some pastry in the kitchen. I'll let Leil get it. Feeling that he had wronged Li Sheng, Zhong'er quickly agreed to his request.

"Take more, and the three of us will eat together." Li Sheng added another condition to the wooden strip.

"Good!" Both Bell and Leil laughed. At this moment, although it was still snowing heavily outside the house, the three little ghosts in the house all felt a heartfelt warmth. That's because of the care for each other.