"When did people talk about Rome and say that within its vast walls, it was just a man's world? At that time, it was really no man's land. —Shakespeare, Julius. Caesar

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Caesar returned to the district of Subura, to the place where he had stayed for thirty-seven years, and before he set out on the expedition he only wanted to see his "compound of Julius", where he led his horses and strolled through the alleys like spider's webs, the district of Subra was still so dirty, with unplanned arcades, shops, puddles, chickens, ducks, geese, wild dogs and wild cats, men and women carrying all kinds of things, a large collection of different skin colors in the sun, Caesar lived in this noisy and energetic place from the moment he was born, He was taught by his mother in his mansion and from here he received the six arts of teaching, until he was sixteen years old, when his father died, he put on a toga robe and a family ring, won the daughter of Qin Na, and became the little male owner of the mansion.

After the horses were parked in front of the door, the old house slave trembled and crept out, Caesar and he hugged each other affectionately, touched their foreheads, and kissed each other softly, and then Caesar went to the front porch of the courtyard, the withered and ancient vines had completely wrapped the pillars, and the cold and lonely smoke of the cooking incense had a few wisps wandering on it, this compound had been abandoned for a long time, Caesar's current wife did not live here, and with the death of Caesar's parents, the compound of Julius was completely lifeless, under the eaves of the front porch. Caesar once again stared at the wax figures of the ancestors. Six hundred years ago, Julius was in the small Latin kingdom that was wiped out by Rome. Then, as a Roman matriarchal nobleman, he multiplied in the city-state surrounded by seven hills, and his previous origin was unknown, and finally the lintel in his own hands was glorious.

So, with pride, Caesar half-knelt down and stroked his father's wax figure with his hand, "Be proud of me." Father. Although there is still a rough road to go from the final peak. ”

But when he crossed the front porch and walked into the courtyard, under the dappled shadows of the trees, his mother's rocking chair was still there, and Caesar hung his hands and felt that his mother was still there, lying on the rocking chair and rocking around, and he was still a stubborn, thin teenager, holding a clipboard and a pen. He was sitting on the steps transcribing Greek, occasionally looking at him reclining comfortably. In the breeze and the smoke of the mother, her eyes slightly closed, with the tranquility and delicacy of the lake, little Caesar felt love in his heart, the only true love he could have come into contact with in this life.

"Mother." Caesar cried out, tears from the corners of his eyes, but the image of his mother was gone, only the rocking chair remained, lonely and still, Caesar, who was over fifty years old, raised his face and tried not to let himself weep, and then he lay down on the chair himself, and before the slaves left behind at home could cook the meal, he wrapped himself in a blanket and fell asleep quietly.

The sun rattled and Caesar cried out, aking from his nightmare, his hands clutching like drowning until he caught the crook of the arm of Lipida, who was kneeling beside him.

Sweat seeped from Caesar's forehead and neck like water, he grabbed Li Bida tightly, his nails were almost embedded in the muscles of the other party, and there were almost signs of relapse of epilepsy, it seemed that after he fell asleep just now, the cavalry commander went into the courtyard, ready to report something important, and when he saw that the dictator had fallen asleep, he waited on the side without disturbing.

When the cavalry commander asked what was the matter, Caesar was also infected and gradually calmed down, and then he took a glass of water, drank it with a grunt, and then said:

"I had a terrible dream that I had raped my mother."

Li Bida was also silent, and after a long time he said, "Maybe you miss your deceased mother too much, and you happen to be sitting in this rocking chair again." ”

"No, it's not just a thought, I have boundless fear and shame, but there is a power in the dark that drives me to do this shameless deed, it's a great omen, I need a soothsayer, I need a soothsayer!" Caesar shouted in confusion.

"Listen, calm down, and think about your path." Li Bida hugged Caesar by the waist, then pressed him to the rocking chair, and then he asked, "In the dream, can you see Ling Tang's face clearly?" ”

Caesar stroked his face and shook his head tiredly.

"Since you can't see clearly, then the other party is a symbol of 'mother' in your mind, what is it that acts as the mother of all of us?" Li Bida asked very carefully.

"It's the earth, it's Isis, the mother goddess of the earth." Caesar spoke out naturally.

"Isis is also the god of conception, and she blesses all the fertility and harvest in the world, and this dream is a sign that your work must have a beginning and an end. Perhaps, the female pharaoh of Egypt is already pregnant with your heir, and this expedition to Africa will be very rewarding. Li Bida told the story.

"Yes, yes, I still don't know about myself, about the world." Caesar regained his spirits, sat up straight in his chair, and continued, "What Curio has done, I know very well, is that he is not right, and deserves to be punished in the future. ”

But Li Bida humbly said that this is a difficult time for the legion to defect and lack assets, and the dictator should not be obsessed with right and wrong, but should look into the overall situation, "Curio, Anthony, and Yurabella should not punish them, but must support them as much as possible." ”

"Nope." Caesar said very clearly, "Mark I will forgive him, because the position I have assigned before is not what he is good at, and the responsibility lies with me; And Eulabella is Cicero's son-in-law, and I need an example of an orator in Rome, an example of order and stability - but Curio, I have been completely disillusioned with him, and then again, he was originally a pawn I sent to Africa to contain Pompey, and his greatest effect was to drain Pompey's strength, just as Pompey reused Rabinus. ”

Then, Caesar said straight to the point where he thought, "Curio now has four legions, most of which are brave and warlike Marcy, and he has intercepted a large amount of supplies that should belong to you, so it's time for him to fight!" ”

"However, Curio has been restraining his men."

"I'll leave it to you." When Caesar finally said this, he sat up and began another topic, "How can the great debt be resolved?" ”

Li Bida also seemed to have made up a lot of determination, and put forward such a plan: to establish a wartime province and directly contract the province to the Knights, in exchange for the contract fee, to support the army.

"Wartime provinces?" Caesar said.

The other party nodded, meaning that this is the way to go, "In the name of the dictator, set aside several provinces and assign them to wartime provinces, and the Senate has no right to appoint governors in these provinces, only the dictator has the power to collect taxes in wartime provinces for a period of five to ten years—and then your Excellency will sell the long-term right to collect taxes to our Knights, and all the money must be paid in cash, and the remaining thirty percent shall be paid in three years, and the balance shall be paid at the end." (To be continued......)