In the bleak autumn wind, in the dark field, in front of a dry grave, a ten-year-old boy in a beige robe sat cross-legged, holding a wine jug in his hand, and from time to time he raised his head to drink himself, looking silent but very lonely.

At dusk, the sky gradually darkened, and another person came from a distance, elegant green shirt, also carrying a wine gourd in his hand, came to the grave and bowed silently, and then sat side by side with the young man in white, and sighed.

"Fengxiao, the deceased is gone, take care of your body."

The ten-year-old smiled coldly, poured another sip of wine, wiped the wine drops from his mouth, and shook his head silently.

No one knew that at this moment, in addition to the pain of losing his mother, there were many unknown secrets hidden in his heart, and this secret gave him a headache and struggled in his heart.

As a traverser, Tang Sheng was lucky, but also unlucky.

Unfortunately, he traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, fortunately he crossed to Yingchuan, an outstanding person, and became a natural genius known as Guo Jia, who is known as a ghost talent, but unfortunately Guo Jia, who is only ten years old now, has become an orphan, and died at the age of less than forty in history.

After the death of his mother, Guo Jia, who took his own words and served filial piety, sat alone in front of the grave for three days, drinking all day, and now his youthful demeanor is like a homeless person, and there is a tendency to give up on himself.

After being silent for a long time, Guo Jia turned his head indifferently to look at the older young man beside him, and said: "Zhicai, my father died early, my mother raised me for ten years with hard work, orphans and widows depend on each other, the family is no more than a hundred acres, the house is only a few, the gold, silver and jade silk have long been exhausted, the family is so poor, but there are still small people who covet and watch, force my mother to death, and want to drive me out of Yingchuan, Zhicai, you say, should I Guo Fengxiao bathe and purify my head, let him run rampant and domineering, and let him be slaughtered? ”

After Xi Zhicai sighed, he said movingly: "Fengxiao, this matter is your family affair in the final analysis, I shouldn't intervene, but since you are open and honest with me, I will speak freely." Your father is the son of the Guo family and lives in Yingchuan, far away from the family center, has no power in the family, and now suffers from this catastrophe, although in your mouth it is the Guo family who seeks your family property and persecutes your mother and son, but in the eyes of outsiders, this is really the Guo family's own business, in the final analysis, the blood flowing in your body is still the Guo family, in other words, your father left, the head of the Guo family naturally has the right to dispose of it. But don't worry, I have informed Wen Ruo about this matter, and Wen Ruo will help you, and you will be safe from now on. ”

Guo Jia looked up to the sky and laughed, but he showed a desolate meaning.

"Wen Ruo help me? The Xun family is a hero, Yingchuan is a famous family, how can there be no profit between the famous clans, the Xun family helps me just to let the Guo family jackal stop, if one day I have no one to shelter, won't the Guo family have to be evil again? Do I, Guo Fengxiao, want to take refuge in others all my life? Zhicai, do you know what I'm trying to say? ”

Xi Zhicai's face was serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "What do you say?" ”

Guo Jia threw the wine pot in his hand towards the sky, and roared: "The world's wealthy families are all raccoon dogs, and the evil is full of bamboos and difficult to write, if this evil is not eliminated, there will be no peace in the world!" ”

After shouting this, Guo Jia fell on his back on the grass in front of the grave, his face suddenly calm as usual, but there was a sadness in his eyes.

Tang Sheng's previous ideas were very simple in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Guo Jia in history was born a genius, and he was like a god, he may not be able to become a military genius of that Guo Jia, but by virtue of his understanding of the general trend of the world in the next hundred years, he can at least be a strategist, and when the world changes greatly, he will devote himself to the Ming Lord, and he can ensure a lifetime of glory and wealth.

"Zhicai, if there are continuous disasters today, the dictatorship of the eunuchs in the DPRK and foreign countries has caused [***], the land of Shenzhou is full of hunger, and homeless people can be seen everywhere, but what are the famous families doing? Hoarding goods and making huge profits, what are the people in the family who are full of poetry and books doing? I don't think about serving the country and the country, and I don't do things that are stable and benefit the people, and doing everything possible to count the dynasty as an official is just to seek the biggest advantage for the family. ”

Xi Zhicai raised his eyebrows, and shouted in a deep voice: "Feng Xiao is cautious!" Then he inspected left and right, fortunately this place is desolate and rarely inhabited, otherwise if Guo Jia's words spread, he would definitely be in trouble!

"Hehe, is Xi Zhicai still afraid that I, Guo Fengxiao, will tell the truth? Xi Zhicai is still afraid that I, a ten-year-old child, will say what you think in your heart? The Son of Heaven is mediocre, the courtiers are incompetent, the local magnates whitewash the peace, and the tens of millions of people in the world are pitiful and say that they are dying. ”

Guo Jia was depressed in his heart, and his long-suppressed emotions couldn't help but vent out, he couldn't wait, he couldn't wait for the Yellow Turban Uprising four years later, he couldn't wait for Dong Zhuo to enter Luoyang nine years later, he couldn't wait for the Kwantung Army to attack Dong ten years later, and he couldn't wait for Cao Mengde to raise troops in the troubled times. I couldn't cry, tears poured out, and finally I couldn't see it.

Guo Jia knows that her mother can't let go of herself, and how she can survive in this world is a big stone in her mother's heart that she can't let go of before she dies.

"Fengxiao, I know what you mean, and I also know that this world is difficult, the Han Dynasty has been four hundred years to this day, if it is said that the number of qi has been exhausted, I don't believe it, if there is a Ming monarch on the throne, with the thunder to rectify the dynasty, and purge the annihilation, then the Han is still saved. But when today's son is in the prime of life, and the two sons under my knees are just children, this method is probably my wishful thinking. Xi Zhicai shook his head and poured a big sip of wine, his face was full of gloom.

The Son of Heaven is in the prime of life, but he is as ignorant as a pig, he is addicted to women, and he is greedy for money.

Of course, this is what Guo Jia thinks in his heart, and he can't say it, after all, what the Son of Heaven did in the palace and his physical health are not something that ordinary people can know.

"Zhicai, you have always been a great talent, if you do nothing in your life, I'm afraid you won't be willing." Guo Jia looked up at the night sky under the dark curtain, the stars were dense, as bright as summer flowers.

Xi Zhicai shook his head with a wry smile, and said astringently: "You and I are both from a poor family, although you are young, you are several times better than me, and you are the most admired and proud friend in my life. One is not a wealthy family, it is difficult to raise filial piety and honesty, and the other is not rich with huge sums of money, and the official position of Luoyang, the eastern capital, is unattainable. Even if you want to benefit the common people for the official, you have more than enough heart and not enough strength. ”

Maybe for history, after ten years in a hurry, it is the time of chaos in the world, but at this moment, for Guo Jia, ten years is still a distant time, thinking of this, Guo Jia snatched the wine gourd from Xi Zhicai's hand, poured a sip, and said: "If the signs of the country's demise have been revealed, you and I will only have a place to use when the time comes." ”

Xi Zhicai couldn't cry or laugh, and pointed at Guo Jia and comforted: "Fengxiao, wine is intestinal poison, you are greedy for this thing at such a young age, you must be careful of your body." ”

Guo Jia wiped his mouth clean, looked at Xi Zhicai with a smile and said, "Does Xi Zhicai, who never leaves his body, also know that wine is a poison that pierces the intestines?" Aren't you afraid that I'll drink all your wine? Hahaha, if Wen Ruo heard this, I'm afraid he would never believe it. ”

After thinking about it, he suddenly said with a serious expression: "When I visited Wen Ruo, He Hao, a famous man from Nanyang, happened to be a guest at the Xun family, guess what He Hao said when he saw Wen Ruo?" ”

Guo Jia said: "Wang Zuozhicai! ”

Xi Zhicai's face was shocked, and he asked sneeringly, "Did you hear about this from elsewhere?" ”

Guo Jia shook his head and said: "These three said that I am guarding in front of my mother's grave, not leaving an inch, you and I are both arrogant people in the eyes of the world, and there are only a handful of friends who have interacted with each other, and at this time, those who can come to visit me Guo Fengxiao, except for you Xi Zhicai, I am afraid that only Xun Wenruo, and listen to you, the Xun family has a guest, Wenruo is naturally inconvenient to leave, who can give me a message to inform the Xun family of what happened?" ”

In an instant, Xi Zhicai also knew that what Guo Jia said was true, and his heart was even more suspicious, and asked, "Then how can you know what He Hao said?" ”

Guo Jia didn't answer and asked: "Wen Ruo's talent, is he not worthy of Wang Zuozhi's truth?" ”

Xi Zhicai was speechless, and sighed after being silent for a long time: "If Wen Ruo does have Wang Zuo's talent, He Hao has a good eye for people, this is true." Thinking that when you were only six years old, you and Wen Ruo and I talked about the past and the present, often speaking amazingly thought-provoking, Wen Ruo's words and demeanor can be described as everyone's demeanor, extraordinary knowledge, Wang Zuozhi's talent, appropriate, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity......"

"It's a pity that heroes are useless. Even if there is a talent of Wang Zuo, if there is no master, what about the talent of the heavens and the earth? Guo Jia said with a chuckle, he had adjusted his mood for a while, and he was half-joking, but it was all the truth.

Xi Zhicai was silent, yes, Xun Yu's talent is so high, and he may be able to reach him in Yingchuan, but his best friend Guo Jia in front of him, but Xun Wenruo, who was born in a scholar family, still has no way to serve the country, let alone Guo Fengxiao, a poor child? The sky is unfair, why give them a talent but let them be born at the wrong time?

Xi Zhicai sighed in his heart, but Guo Jia stood up and stretched his muscles, took a step, and almost fell under his feet, but fortunately, Xi Zhicai quickly held on to it, and said with a wry smile: "Fengxiao, in the future, this wine is still less good." ”

Guo Jia pushed away Xi Zhicai, laughed, shook in three steps, and walked towards home in five steps, and said loudly as he walked:

The root of the ear has to listen to the piano at the beginning, and the heart forgets the machine and the wine is half-drunk.

If you want to start and relieve drunkenness, you should say that you are happy and do not say three.