Pingzhen, located under the lonely peak, has a flat terrain, hence the name.

At the beginning, Xishu Shuangbi led the crowd to dig a dark river here, which also gave birth to a tributary of the Qingping River here, and also gave birth to a piece of land.

The houses in Pingzhen are all uniform, and they are all built by the people in the government for those who are not willing to study, and the famous live in the houses, and the obscure live in a single wooden house, although it is not very decent, but it does not blow the wind or rain.

No matter what the occasion or what the environment, there will always be one or two people who are not quite normal.

Just like there is a fool in every village, this kind of thing is really a bit evil.

On the edge of a tributary ten miles away from Pingping, where the water is surging and the humidity is heavy, there is a scholar in his forties who built a straw house, and as for the stove and the bed, he built it himself.

He is old, but in terms of talent, compared with young people, he is not much different.

And he didn't have a family, a long time ago, he came to Xishu, hoping that one day, he could be appreciated by a big man and take him away from Xishu, but many years have passed, and he is still in Xishu.

Because he is old, he is a little less angry than the young people, and there is not much room to build, so the government did not build him a house for him to live in.

He could only fend for himself on the banks of the river.

At first, he could only catch fish to eat, but now it's okay, after all, he is a scholar, and it is still okay to occasionally write a few letters to others and earn some food.

Do-it-yourself, he gradually understood this truth.

Not all readers are serving with pen and ink, and most readers have a relatively hard life.

Like a chivalrous man, not every chivalrous man has a tall horse and a good sword.

He was washing rice by the water, about three or two meters, and there were almost two catties of rice left in the rice bag.

After eating, he had to think about how to find a way to worship his five internal organs temple, and after eating, he had nothing to eat.

Most of the people in Pingzhen are not living very well, and at first there were a few young scholars who gave the middle-aged man some broken silver and some rations, but slowly, it won't, because those young people have to live themselves.

Where is the extra thing to share with an uncle?

This period of hard life made this scholar think about it, and planned to find an inn to be a bookkeeper, or to be a housekeeper in a big family.

As for those ambitions of Tengyun when they were young, now, like this tributary, they have never been seen again after entering the sea along the Qingping River.

It was about to fall into the spring cold, the river was a little seeping, the palms of the scholar were red, and after washing the rice, he was going to burn the fire

The rice is cooked, and as for the side dishes, I can only eat fish, and the spring cold has not yet come, and many wild vegetables in the mountains have just emerged.

As for oil and water, he didn't even think about it, he hadn't eaten oil and water for a while, and his whole body had lost weight.

As soon as he got up, he saw several young men coming, all riding strange beasts, and the most inferior one was also riding a first-class war horse, with a good identity and a brocade robe.

Yuan Zheng has long noticed this reader, and they all say that the reader is a fairy-like figure in the sky, especially the elderly reader, so it seems that the reader is unwilling, and he still has to rely on his own diligent hands to eat the food in his mouth.

It's not bad, at least this scholar knows how to let go of his body.

People who can put down their bodies are often people who have grown up.

Yuan Zheng said: "Mr. lives by the river, the smoke is misty, and between the mountains and rivers, there is also a bit of a combination of scholarly spirit and fairy spirit in the world." ”

The middle-aged man's body was a little thin, and his face was not handsome or ugly, and it was probably better than that of a young man in the field.

Wearing a cloth dress that has been washed many times, and with long scattered hair, he really feels a little fairy-like.

He replied: "Childe said that he laughed, I was just forced by life, and I also counted on the fish in this river to live, and in a few days, I would also go out to find a living, and think about how to spend the rest of my life." ”

When he saw a strange beast, he was not frightened, and when he saw a nobleman, he did not care.

With such a state of mind, I don't know how much I have been tortured by life.

Yuan Zheng had no better choice, and said: "Why don't I give you a living, how about you follow me and be a bookkeeper?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "I'm afraid that Childe is joking, as Childe, how can there be a shortage of errand-running scholars in the family." ”

Yuan Zheng asked: "Since Mr. has read the book, in addition to humanistic etiquette, can he touch on Wen Taowu? can you understand the art of war, can you understand the layout of accounting?"

Readers, it also depends on which one it is.

A reader like Wen Ruosong has read out the great truth, read the illustrious value, and read the most proud in the world.

That is also the existence that most people yearn for and set as a benchmark.

But a scholar like Chen Yu is different, at least Chen Yu knows the art of war, knows how to strategy, to put it bluntly, is how to calculate people's hearts and control the overall situation.

and Wen Ruosong, Chen Yu did not reach the apex of his career, nor did he reach the extreme of a scholar.

But then again, Chen Yu has a backer, and he is still an iron-clad backer.

Wen Ruosong, but he is an old-fashioned companion like a companion tiger, and his protégés are all over the government and the opposition, but sometimes the benchmark is just a target, as for whether he can shoot that target, it depends on the enemy's archery.

The middle-aged man's name is Lu An, and he is at peace with what he encounters.

When Lu An was asked such a question, he already knew in his heart that this young boy needed more than just a bookkeeper.

He thought about it for a while, and said very seriously: "I don't know much about the art of war, I don't know much about Tao Strategy, and it's still okay to be a general manager." ”

Yuan Zhengle smiled.

It's not that I don't understand, but I don't understand it very well, which means that I still understand some of it.

People who read more military books can always find a good livelihood for themselves when they get to the idea.

Yuan Zhengdao: "Mr. is old, being the manager will inevitably be reassuring, so I want to know, in addition to the manager, let Mr. be alone at a critical time, just like Mr. himself is now, living alone, cooking and eating alone, is it feasible?"

Yuan Zheng kept looking into Lu An's eyes.

Lu An vaguely felt a little oppressed, oppressed by the gaze of a young man, over the years, Lu An really hadn't encountered this kind of thing.

On his own, he was in a mess, but now he is really on his own, maybe he has to be alone.

He replied: "I don't know, maybe it really forced me to that job, so that I can know my own depth, and I haven't encountered any magnificent big things, I'm just an unambitious reader, I don't know how to answer these questions, and I can only answer them ambiguously." ”

It's really a truth.

Some people see that other swordsmen can brave the wind, and they can break the mountains with a single sword.

When he practiced his own sword, he would realize how far away the people who could break the mountain range with one sword.

What the eyes see, but what they can do, is very different, and it is all kinds of things.

Yuan Zheng admired this scholar a little, and said: "In this case, then you can follow me, I can guarantee that if you do things for me in the future, the living environment may not be very good, but it can make you eat big fish and meat, and it can also make you very busy, and you don't even have extra time to pass your feelings." ”

"What do you think?"

Lu An knew that this young man was not simple, he was an old oilman.

He bowed slightly and asked, "Dare to ask the name of the son?"

"In the next Yuanzheng. ”

The voice was soft, but it was like thunder to Lu An.

The glorious deeds of King Wu's concubine are unknown to everyone in the world, but Lu An is not one of those people who likes to watch the excitement, and he doesn't care about things that have nothing to do with him.

He said very calmly: "Lu An has seen the lord. ”

Lu An will never know that Yuan Zheng did not take him out of Xishu because of his talent, and only because Yuan Zheng had no better choice.

It was only when Lu An was forty-five years old that it was really realized.

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