This is Liu Xiu and Liu Bei, Zhang Fei together "discussed" to make a thread-bound book, compared to Jian Ce or silk book, this style is a great improvement both in terms of practicality and aesthetics, Lu Min was very satisfied after reading it, praising the three of them as "all wisdom into a city", wisdom of wisdom, three people for the crowd, but it is just the right fit, which makes Liu Bei and Zhang Fei full of interest, more and more excellence. In the past two days, they have practiced calligraphy with Liu Xiu, and they have initially obtained the samadhi in the book, which is as happy as the young man who has just tasted the sweetness of male and female love. Of course, Liu Xiu would not waste the opportunity, so he asked them to recopy a copy of "Donghu Zhi" according to the style of the new book, Lu Min took a copy, and now he still has one at hand, and another copy is the original manuscript of Liu Xiu's book, but it is hand-scrolled.

Liu Yuanqi watched with relish for a while, Liu Bei accompanied him to talk for a while, got up and went out to find Zhang Fei, leaving Liu Xiu to accompany him. Liu Yuanqi turned two more pages, and then he couldn't put down the book and asked with concern: "Does your chest still hurt?" ”

Liu Xian wanted to ask him about it. In the past two days, he has made rapid progress in practicing the Qi Technique, and he has been able to inhale into his abdomen, but he still relies on his own method of walking slowly, which is not quite consistent with the fame of this Qi Technique, he doesn't know whether he is right or wrong, and he wants to ask his father to understand. If you don't practice correctly, it's a shame to go crazy.

"Is that so?" Liu Yuanqi groaned for a moment in some surprise, twisted his beard and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason. "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort? ”

"Not really." Liu Xiu shook his head. After practicing in the past few days, although he feels that he is not sleeping deeply, he seems to be half-asleep, and he can feel any movement outside, but when he wakes up in the morning, he does not feel tired, on the contrary, he feels energetic, energetic, and the effect of practicing martial arts is also very good.

"Since there's no discomfort, then you can practice like this." Liu Yuanqi was puzzled, he thought about it, shook his head, and smiled bitterly: "Maybe we had some problems with our original understanding of those few mantras. ”

"Who wrote this mantra?"

Liu Yuanqi shook his head, his eyes narrowed slightly: "I don't know, this was the case when I got this thing from your grandfather." ”

"That'...... Did grandfather practice? ”

"I've practiced, but he's worse than me." Liu Yuanqi let out a long sigh, shook his head, didn't want to say any more, reached out and patted Liu Xiu gently: "Since you think this effect is good, you can continue to practice like this." If something is wrong, stop immediately, don't force it, and wait until I get back. ”

Liu Xiu nodded. Although Dad didn't say what kind of miserable method his grandfather was, it could be seen from his face that Grandfather was probably going wrong by practicing the hegemony.

"Practice well. I'm going on a long trip in a few days, and when I come back, I have something for you. Liu Yuanqi stood up, clapped his hands in a chic manner, turned around and walked out: "Li Jun invited me to drink, this has never happened, I have to bother anyway, taste what is special about the wine in the Mansion of Famous Scholars." ”

Liu Xiu smiled secretly, and said in his heart that Daddy slapped Li Ding's countless sycophants, but he didn't even drink a sip of wine, which was too aggrieved.

After sending his father away, Liu Xiu returned to the house and opened the silk book, read a few lines, and suddenly felt that something was not right. He was not familiar with this "Historical Records" praised by Mr. Lu Xun as "the master's words of the historian, the rhyme of the separation", but from between the lines, he felt a strange feeling, that feeling is not clear, only people who are more sensitive to the subtleties of the text can feel it, that is, the tone seems to be too bold, and there is no courtier's respect for the first emperor, or even ...... With some disdain.

It's like how Li Ding felt when he faced Liu Yuanqi.

Liu Xiu covered the silk book and was puzzled. He didn't know if this was the case with the "Records of the Historians" originally, or if this "Taishi Gongshu" was different from the version handed down by later generations. If you follow the law of editions, the silk book in his hand should be closer to the original work.

Two days later, Liu Xiu and more than 20 other young people followed Lu Min out of Zhuo County and rushed to Shanggu. Most of these people are not short of money at home, and this time it is the Assassin Shi who came forward to agree, the son of the great Confucian Lu Zhi led the team, and the son of the Assassin Shi and Taishou walked together, and it was different from the momentum, and it was a very face-saving thing to pass it on, no one wanted to be laughed at, one by one, the fresh clothes were angry, the clothes were gorgeous, and a few maids and servants who were waiting for them, dragging the cart with wine and food, mighty. They galloped up and down the avenue, arrogantly, so that the pedestrians on the side of the road avoided them, as if they had seen a plague god.

Liu Xiu smiled bitterly, this can be regarded as a small-scale, low-grade "locust", right?

Lu Min's mood has not been very good, although there is nothing unusual on his face, but the mood is quite different from the young people accompanying him, he asks the villagers on the side of the road about the situation in the vicinity whenever he goes to a place, and sometimes he has to rush over to see it in person, and at night he will lie under the lamp to write and draw, or discuss some things with Liu He and Wen Hui, and even guide Liu Xiu and them to study.

The farther away from Zhuoxian, the more pedestrians on the road to help the old and the young, most of them were ragged, with yellow faces and thin muscles, silent and sluggish eyes looked blankly into the distance, and mechanically moved their steps step by step. On the side of the road, I saw dead elderly people or children, and there were family members crying in pain next to the corpses or mothers who hugged their children and said nothing.

The atmosphere slowly became oppressive, and the young men who had been keen on racing horses on the avenue at first lost their energy, and they controlled the horses they straddled down, and carefully let go of the pedestrians who seemed to have no strength to dodge, for fear of knocking them down and never getting up again.

"Who are these?" Lu Min asked Liu Hedao.

Liu He looked at the displaced people and said softly: "It should be the victims of Qingzhou, last summer the river burst, the river overflowed, Jizhou, Qingzhou several counties were flooded, there was no harvest, but the government pursued taxes, the affected people could not survive, only fled everywhere." It is said that most of the victims in Donglai chose to enter the sea, while those in the Beihai area went north, and after arriving in Youzhou, some went to the northeast and some went to the northwest. ”

Lu Min frowned: "I know about the flood last year, didn't the court issue an edict to reduce the land rent by half?" More than forty percent of the losses have been spared, why are there still so many displaced people? ”

Liu He smiled silently, and said in his heart You are in Luoyang, of course I don't know how the state and county officials below carry out the edict of the court. When these officials report their losses, they can't report too little, otherwise they won't be able to pay the difference, but they can't report too much, otherwise their careers will be affected. After they reported the losses, the benefits of the court could not have fallen on the common people, and almost all of them were taken by the local tycoons who owned large tracts of land, and the taxes they had to pay were passed on to the poor. When the poor are affected by the disaster, they can't survive in the first place, and if this kind of thing happens again, it will naturally make it worse. They were soft-spoken, and they were unable to resist, so they had to flee with their families, knowing that they were likely to die on the road than waiting for death at home.

Lu Min didn't hear Liu He's response, Yu Guang saw Liu He's calm smile with a bit of sarcasm on his face, and he also understood, sighed and said, "So many people have entered Zhuo County, why haven't there been any troubles?" Zhuoxian is calm, it seems that the two adults have handled it properly. ”

Liu He shook his head: "Zhuo County didn't make any trouble, but it was not the credit of my father and Wen Fujun, speaking of which, this is all done by the big families in Zhuo County." ”

"Really?" Lu Min showed a rare smile: "It seems that they still have a benevolent heart." ”

"Compassion?" Liu He sneered, he glanced at the young people of Zhuo County not far away, lowered his voice and said, "Lu Jun, do you know why there are not many homeless people near Zhuo County?" Because most of them have been dragged by the big families to be vassals, only these frail old people, children and women will have no one to want, so they can only beg all the way forward, and maybe one day they will fall on the road and be eaten by wild dogs. ”