The curling smoke of the cooking house swayed in the wind like a girl's light veil, and the village rested peacefully in its mother's soft arms like a baby with the stream. The peasants, who had worked all day, shouted happily and joked with each other, and walked from the fields to their homes. Among them, there is a middle-aged man who is plainly dressed but has a dusty temperament, smiling and not playing with others. Just quietly follow everyone, step by step.

It is a small mountain village that is neither rich nor barren, and everyone is not too affected by the chaos of the world, and only stumbles and struggles every day according to the path of their ancestors. No big man likes to set his sights on such a small village, and at the same time, he will not instill their dreams and desires to dominate the world, because it is not worth it. It was enough for these peasants to work a little harder and pay taxes, and the mild climate and industrious attitude made this a rare peaceful paradise for the princes.

Everyone enjoyed all this, too, and the big people who were too far away to understand, and the old men who were like wolves and tigers, did not pay any special attention to the village, and they were not like the big cities, although they seemed to be full of flowers but there were undercurrents. Almost everyone here knows each other, is completely defenseless, and can gag and make jokes. They are full of kindness to each other and to everything, unlike outside, full of exploitation and hostility towards each other.

A pot of turbid wine, two or three small dishes, and a broken wooden table carved with traces of time were placed in a small courtyard surrounded by sparse fences, and the rustle of bamboo leaves teased by the wind, and several people were recklessly bare-chested, drinking and frolicking. The quiet middle-aged man was also among them, he just drank it lightly, although the taste of this wine was not good, but this calm and stability was intoxicating.

The sun is getting a little tired and wants to go back to the other side of the mountain for a good rest. The golden afterglow passed through the swaying bamboo forest, and the spots of light on the ground swayed with it, dancing like elves on the small courtyard and the old tabletop. Under the influence of alcohol, everyone is a little tired and sleepy. So they got up to say goodbye, and the middle-aged man unanimously said goodbye and began to clean up his small courtyard.

The silver moonlight was like water, covering the small courtyard that was gradually quieting down with a light veil that seemed to be real and fake. The middle-aged man cleaned up the small table while muttering about the world he had never mentioned to his peasant friends. Like crying and laughing, like crazy and crazy. For a moment, the sound in the small courtyard was quiet, and he seemed to be a little drunk.

The knock on the door brought the middle-aged man back to his senses, and a man who looked like he was suffering from hunger leaned weakly in front of his courtyard door. The two looked at each other, and the middle-aged man invited the wanderer into the house and gave him some food.

In the dim light like a bean, the wanderer who had been hungry for a long time devoured it. Although he had read books that had suggested that a gentleman should pay attention to etiquette and grooming when dining. But at this time, it is clear that no etiquette can fully resist the onslaught of hunger. The middle-aged man sitting opposite looked at him with interest and did not speak.

The wanderer seemed to have relieved his strength, tidied up his appearance, and thanked him. The light was dim, the low wind was whimpering, the atmosphere was a little oppressive, and the moon seemed to be a little stingy with its silver brilliance, hiding, hiding, and chuckling as if it were hiding its face, like that absurd fate.

Although the wanderer is a little down, but he has a different temperament, although the hard life has left a deep trace on him, but he is not depressed, quite a bit of arrogant demeanor. The rough, but satisfying food clearly rejuvenated him. He was very personable, and in a subdued voice, he began to introduce himself to the middle-aged man who saved his life.

"I am a Yu person, full of Tao strategy, splendid in the chest, unwilling to sink, looking for the Lord all over the world, but I am stumbling, although I have a clever plan, embarrassed by the world, even if I have a magic machine, I am easy to be jealous!"

At first, a low, somewhat hoarse voice echoed in the humble cabin, and gradually his eyes seemed to shine with a compelling look. Later, he became more and more excited, dancing like a crazy and noisy child. His unwillingness, loneliness, and ups and downs in his life are like the most merciless mockery given to him by fate. Slowly, he lowered his head, as if apologizing for his sudden gaffe, and said slowly:

"Jiang's surname, Baili's, Xi's name, Ziming. Thanks to the grace, it is unforgettable. ”

"Uncle Jian, an idler in the village."

Baili Xi was a little stunned, the middle-aged man in front of him was obviously not a simple villager. He can see in the eyes of the other party the wisdom and grace that have seen all the vicissitudes of life. And it's strange that the other party doesn't seem to be a dusty hermit who is completely detached from the world, and has a coldness and indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away. On the contrary, there is a comfortable, intimate and warm atmosphere, which makes people can't help but feel a sense of trust.

The other party obviously didn't do it on purpose, and this casual and gentle feeling was certainly not intentional. Baili Xi became extremely interested in Uncle Jian. But obviously, it is not a gentleman's work to inquire about the details of the benefactor who has just saved his life without scruples.

Baili Xi can have enough confidence to travel around and lobby the king, he must have real talent and learning, and he is arrogant from the talented people. However, when he faced this breezy but obviously not simple middle-aged man, he always had a strange feeling of faint heartbreak.

Baili Xi repeatedly hit a wall on the way to travel to various countries. It seems that the dim and arrogant king and the jealous traitor are always in pairs, and they always appear in front of Baili Xi. All kinds of pain and hardships are well hidden in the arrogant Baili Xi's heart, but they can't be avoided. Suffering fate laughed at this young man who was running into walls all the time, but he put on a generous face to others.

The failure of the eunuch along the way made Baili Xi's already not rich bag more and more empty, so that he finally reached the miserable situation of being trapped by hunger. At this moment, fate seemed to quietly push away the thick barrier for this young man, pulling him step by step towards the small village where Uncle Jian was, and thus opened a new life for Bailixi.

And Uncle Jian also seems to have noticed that Baili Xi is unusual. Fate never seems to make things difficult for an ordinary person for no reason. The reason why people suffer is often because they are pursuing the wrong direction. What deserves respect is the determination and courage to persevere. If you guard the thin fields in your own small village, you don't seem to be reduced to the point of starvation, except for idleness. And Baili Xi has the courage and determination, and dares to gamble his life on the road of eunuchs, and he will definitely not end up like this because of incompetence and laziness.

The two talked very much, from the world to the monarchs and ministers, from right and wrong to success or failure, and the long talk throughout the night made both sides faintly aware of each other's unusualness. Baili Xi seems to have found a good enough listener, but Uncle Jian seems to have seen a dusty pearl, brewing the light of transformation.

The two gradually became close friends, Baili Xi still longed for his master, and Uncle Jian still tasted turbid wine with the villagers lightly, but under Uncle Jian's hospitality, Baili Xi stayed in this small village, stayed in Uncle Jian's house, and waited for the moment when fate reopened.

The coup d'état of the prince of Qi who killed Qi Xianggong in ignorance shocked the world, and then the news of the gathering of the world's wise men gradually spread to the small village. And when Baili Xi was about to go to answer the call, Uncle Jian stopped him and told Bai Li Xi: A monarch who can kill even his own father to usurp the throne must not be the master of the Ming Dynasty. Baili Xi listened to Uncle Jian's advice and did not go to answer the call.

Soon after, Gongsun Wuzhi traveled to Yonglin and was assassinated and killed by the doctor Yongli, and a large number of Gongsun Ignorant close ministers and henchmen were dealt a heavy blow. In the ensuing battle for the throne, Gongzi Xiaobai overcame many obstacles and settled on the throne. At that time, Guan Zhong, the criminal minister who assisted his political opponent Gongzi, was recommended by Bao Shuya, and he rose to prominence and stepped onto the stage of history.

And Baili Xi is still quietly wandering around this small village, at least he thinks so. He seemed to be a little envious and a little sad, and asked himself if he was no worse than Guan Zhong in the way of governing the country, however, fate seemed to have lost a "Uncle Bao" who could introduce himself and be appreciated by Mingjun.

But Bailixi does not lack this bit of patience. Soon after, the younger brother of King Zhou Li, Wang Ziyi, began to recruit talents again, and Wang Ziqi liked bullfighting very much, and anyone who could raise good cattle for him was treated well. Baili Xi was a little eager to try. With his own talent, can't he get closer to this nobleman by raising cattle, and then assist him, and become a legend for a generation?

So Baili Xi packed up and prepared to go to answer the call. This time, Uncle Jian did not dissuade him directly, but when he was leaving, he quietly said two words to Baili Xi Nian:

"It is very important to choose the right person, if this person is not on the right path, you enjoy the treatment of others, which is equivalent to handing over your net worth and future to the other party. If you turn your back and leave, you are unfaithful. However, if the lord is incompetent, but he has to follow and assist all the time, it can be said that it is unwise. Brother, be careful! ”

A husband should not neglect his life with others, and if he forsook him, he would be unfaithful, and if he was in trouble with him, he would be unwise. This trip, brother is cautious!

- "Chronicles of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty"

The desire for the future has become the driving force for Baili Xi to move forward, and Baili Xi has gradually entered the field of vision of the prince with his outstanding talent and has been taken seriously. And just when Baili Xizhi was complacent, he did not forget the uncle who had taken care of and helped him. Coincidentally, Uncle Jian also came to Luoyi, where Baili Xi was an official. So, the two went hand in hand to visit the prince.

However, after returning to his residence, Uncle Jian dissuaded Baili Xi very seriously: "The prince is ambitious and talented, and he mostly uses flattery and incompetence. It will be difficult to succeed in the future, so it is better to leave it alone and avoid its harm. Baili Xi once again believed Uncle Jian's judgment and left with Uncle Jian. Soon after, the prince rebelled and became emperor, but was defeated and killed.

Bailixi seems to be back to the same place again. He is still waiting, longing for his "Uncle Bao". And Uncle Jian was also waiting, dissuading, so that his brother did not answer the call to be an official twice.