In the early morning of the next day, Wang Yan came to the yard early in the morning, the rain had stopped, the ground was wet, the bamboo forest in the courtyard, after the baptism of rain, looked particularly verdant, a fresh air paved the surface, the world was clear, he stood quietly in the yard, after a night of ideological struggle, he decided to adjust his mentality, face the reality, no longer depressed, and strive to integrate into this society.

"Little brother, are you awake?" Li Ji's voice came from behind him.

"yes!" Wang Yan said with a smile.

After breakfast, he said goodbye to Li Xiu and his son, the father and son saw him recover, and the hanging heart gradually let go, Li Ji made his strange clothes and shoes into a burden and put them on the table, Li Ji asked mysteriously: "Little brother, your clothes and shoes are so strange, I haven't seen them so big?" ”

Wang Yan secretly laughed and said, "Oh, that's called a suit and leather shoes." ”

Suit? Leather shoes? The father and son frowned, their faces full of blank expressions.

Li Ji scratched his head and said honestly: "However, the cuffs of your suit are too small, and they are a little short, and the shoes are hard, so they must be uncomfortable to wear, right?" ”

Sweat!

Wang Yan spent thousands of dollars on the Internet to buy a new set of suits and leather shoes, in the eyes of the ancients, it turned out to be such an evaluation, but he didn't think it was strange, after all, the Chinese nation's clothing has been changing for thousands of years, and people's aesthetic concepts are inevitably changing.

"yes, yes!" Wang Yan said helplessly.

"Wait a minute, young man, we'll go get you some dry food."

Ignoring his obstruction, the father and son got up and went out of the house to prepare dry food for him, and at this time, Wang Yan was grateful again.

He took out the string of cloth coins from the baggage, put it on the table, and then, took the burden in his hand, chased the two of them, in the kitchen, Li Ji put the dry food in his baggage, only to see Wang Yan carry the burden, tie a knot on his chest, deeply thank Li Xiu and his son, and then strode out of the courtyard, Li Xiu and his son sent him all the way to the alley.

At this moment, Wang Yan was wearing an old robe, although he was no longer the outlier in a suit, but when he walked in the streets and alleys, those rich and noble sons all cast disdainful glances at him, but he didn't take these to heart, he remembered the history of the Warring States period in his mind.

In the Warring States Period, hundreds of schools of thought contended, and he still knew a lot about this history, after all, he had read a lot of ancient books, however, he was a little curious, this kind of grand occasion reached the end of the Warring States Period, and the eve of Qiang Qin was about to unify the world, or was it not the same as before? It is now the sixth year of Han Wang'an, and the fourteenth year of Qin Wang Yingzheng, that is, 233 BC, and they are on the eve of killing.

Three years later, Korea perished.

Eight years later, the state of Wei fell.

Ten years later, the state of Chu fell.

Eleven years later, the kingdoms of Zhao and Yan perished one after another.

Twelve years later, the state of Qi perished, and the state of Qin ruled the world.

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At that time, the concubines and concubines, princes and grandsons of the six countries will be far away from their homeland, like slaves, and will be escorted to the Qin State, and the people of the six countries will be ruined and their families will be ruined.

Suddenly, he remembered Zhang Liang, who was born in a noble family, the benefactor of the fifth generation of Xianghan, today's brocade clothes and jade food, the scenery is infinite, but once Korea perished, he became a down-and-out son, and his heart ignited the hatred of the country and the family, so that his brother died without burial, scattered the family assets, took risks, assassinated the parade Qin Shi Huang in Bolangsha, but unfortunately mistakenly hit the deputy car, had to die in the rivers and lakes, and later, on the bridge, the old man on the circle tried him three times, and gave him the "Taigong Art of War", since then, he studied the book of war day and night, Finally became a deep understanding of the strategy, both civil and military, resourceful "think tank", after the death of Qin, the world was in turmoil, he met Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty in Liuxian County, the two met each other, he repeatedly said Liu Bang with the "Art of War", Liu Bang can comprehend, and often adopt his strategy, after the world, Liu Bang on meritorious deeds, according to the rank of the class, let him choose 30,000 households of Qi for the food, Zhang Liang resigned, please keep the land, then become a marquis, to the descendants left a strange life. However, he is still a young man now, but his dream of being a man is about to be shattered, alas, by then......

Wang Yan sighed, I don't know why I am so unlucky, up and down for five thousand years, when will I not be able to travel to, I have to travel to this chaotic Warring States, God, you are changing the law and asking for my life!

He shook his head helplessly, walked across the stone arch bridges, and arrived at the very center of Xinzheng City, Wang Yandong looked at the east, looked at the west, like a small peasant who entered the city, the market was full of traffic, the pedestrians were endless, there was a noise all around, the shops on both sides of the road were lined up, the tall buildings rose from the ground, the momentum was magnificent, the prosperous scene in front of him surprised him, he did not expect that the capital of South Korea was so prosperous on the eve of its destruction, it seemed like a dream.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is a debate going on at noon today, so don't miss it." A well-faced, well-dressed boy was shouting in the street.

As soon as the words fell, a large group of well-mannered young people surrounded them like a tide, and asked with some joy, "Really, is it true?" ”

Before the boy could speak, someone immediately said: "This kid's decoration should be the staff of the Jiwen Museum, so can it be fake?"

The scholars immediately talked about it, and after a long time, I saw the boy say slowly: "Not only that, but there is also a big man from the Eastern Qi Kingdom who is coming." ”

"Little boy, who is the big one?"

"yes, who is it?"

"Little boy, don't sell it, talk about it quickly."

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Everyone urged with their mouths, only to see the little boy shaking his head, looking very cute, and said with some grievances: "I only know that the big man is from the Qi State Jixia School Palace, in the morning I curiously asked the hall owner who that person was, and I was reprimanded." ”

When everyone saw Xiao Tong's aggrieved expression, they were pitiful and loving, and they all took some food to coax him, Xiao Tong waved his hand and declined, saying: "Everyone, remember to go, the excitement is not to be missed." With that, a smile appeared on his face and he bounced away.

The scholars stayed in place, and there was a commotion, Wang Yan quietly watched all this happening not far away, he knew that this Jixia School Palace was the central garden of a hundred schools of thought in the history of Chinese academic thought, where there were gathered wise men from all walks of life in the world, where they could freely express their opinions, Mr. Xunzi was still the sacrificial wine of the Jixia School Palace, he speculated that the Jiwen Hall in the mouth of the boy should be a similar institution to the Jixia School Palace, as for the debate, it is estimated that it is similar to the debate competition he saw in college, Wang Yan really wanted to go and see what the debate in the Jiwen Hall was all about, but the current situation made him difficult, only to see that he was wearing patched clothes, and at first glance he was not dressed as a scholar, and now, he didn't have a penny on him, so he was so anxious that he spun around in place, like an ant on a hot pot.

"Recruit porters, recruit porters!" In the distance, several scholars shouted loudly.

This shout startled Wang Yan, this familiar voice made him happy for a while, thinking that he had returned to the world two thousand years later, but when he looked closely, he was still standing on the street in the center of Xinzheng City.

Dizzy!

It turns out that the profession of porter has been around for 2,000 years, and it has a long history!

When the pedestrians on the street heard their shouts, they immediately ran over quickly, but when the scholars saw them, they looked disdainful and said, "You can also come and work as porters in this way, and you can go and stay where it is cool." The men did not get angry, lowered their heads, grimaced faces, and walked away in frustration.

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "Damn! Is this still a scholar? So disrespectful! ”

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered that the book said that the status of scholars in the Warring States Period was very high, and even the monarch was polite to them, even if he did not adopt the doctrine they preached, he did not dare to offend them, and he had to send them away respectfully with a lot of money, but what about scholars? There is a mentality of "there is no place to stay here, there is a place to stay here", running between the seven countries, ordinary ordinary people, not to mention becoming their little followers, is to be a porter, to help them carry some things, they feel very proud.

Wang Yan was in trouble at this time, should he go over? In the past, with his current shabby appearance, those scholars would definitely sneer at him, but not over, he had no other way to enter the Jiwen Pavilion, and after a fierce struggle of thoughts, he walked towards those scholars and said to himself: "Just laugh, laugh, I have experienced more embarrassing things than this, what are you afraid of." ”

He walked up to the scholars and arched his hand, "Scholars, do you think I'm still okay?" With that, he lowered his head, ready to meet their sarcasm.

"Well, yes, although the clothes are a little shabby, but the face is quite delicate, polite, gentle, like a scholar, stay, stay." The gentleman at the front said.

Sweat! No way! Scholars of the Warring States Period, TMD won't be, right? Wang Yan scolded in his heart, but he was still a little surprised, even a little happy, he didn't expect that he could get such a high evaluation in front of this group of nostrils and angry soldiers, which made him more or less confident in his appearance.

At this time, the scholar said: "Your clothes, the more you look at it, the more unhappy it becomes, if you walk into the Jiwen Hall like this, it will be a shame for our people, so let's do it, I'll give you a little money, you go to the tailor shop in front, buy a ready-made dress to wear, and the rest of the money will be given to you, we have to recruit a few more people, you go and go back quickly, don't delay." ”

After the scholar finished speaking, he immediately took out a string of cloth coins from his baggage and handed it to him, Wang Yan held the cloth coins in his hand, and arched his hand again: "Thank you, big brother, scholar." Then, he turned around and walked in the direction that the scholar pointed to, now, he was a little unpredictable about these scholars, but combined with the ancient books he had read, he immediately understood, the scholars of the Warring States Period, although sometimes they spoke ugly and hurtful, but this is also their status, once they are serious and humble, they are more polite and literate than anyone else, and they care about the people of the lower classes more than anyone else, they lobby the princes, although it is for their own glory and wealth, and they are in the ascendant, but everything they do, It's all to protect the people of the world, so people are respectful and admired for the wandering scholars, and everything just now is not the best proof?

As he walked on the road, he couldn't help but sigh lightly: "It seems that these ancestors of my Chinese nation are really amazing!" Thinking about it, he didn't even feel that the ancient books could write about their unique spiritual outlook.

About a quarter of an hour later, he found the tailor shop, explained his intentions, and handed the string of cloth coins to the shopkeeper, who pointed to the gray robe on the wooden shelf next to him, and asked the man to take it off and put it on him, Wang Yan looked at the bronze mirror, and said to the man: "Well, yes, it's okay!" ”

The shopkeeper happily gave him the money, and then said to him: "Slow down!" ”

Wang Yan was surprised again, and said secretly in his heart: "It turns out that the ancient merchants more than two thousand years ago were so kind! ”

He smiled and nodded to the shopkeeper, walked out of the tailor shop in a good mood, walked far away, he stopped, waved his hand, shook his head, and after a long time, sighed and said: "Some people always say how conservative the ancients were, how backward, this and that, anyway, it's just a word, poor, I think they are bullish, I think, they are just shameless clowns, how can they compare to these ancients?" ”

After a while, Wang Yan came back to his senses, he was afraid of delaying the time of those scholars, so he trotted all the way in the direction where the scholars were.