After the rain, the sun is clear, and the sun is full of the western sky.

There are a few people scattered on the north shore of Yishui, as if enjoying the sunset.

One of them, a middle-aged man in a white silk robe with an elegant demeanor, kept talking in his mouth, his expression was slightly excited, and his voice became louder: "Ambition, arrogance and power, indulgence in feasting, big mansions, hundreds of bad public and private houses, disappointed at home and abroad." In this matter, Zimei also suffered a loss. Sikong recruited his nephew, why did he stop him from leaving? ”

The words were impassioned. Looking at this person's expression, his thick eyebrows were tightly locked, his eyes were wide open, his right hand was subconsciously clenched into a fist, and he looked worried about the country and the people.

The man standing in front of him was silent, only shaking his head and sighing.

He is very familiar with this brother of his own family, he has nothing to do on weekdays, he talks emptyly, and worrying about the country and the people is definitely not his style. This time, he came to persuade him to let his son go, and his words and expressions were so eager, it seemed that he was deeply entangled with Sikong.

"Zimei." Seeing that people didn't speak, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sikong Kaifu, the servants are like clouds, all of them are handsome for a while, and the door is very high. If the nephew of Yuan Gui should be out of office and have more dealings with them, with the talent and learning of the nephew, he will definitely be able to make a name for himself among the scholars, which will be very beneficial to improving the prestige of the family. ”

The person on the other side seemed to be a little moved, and after a while, he asked: "Sikong Kaifu, what are the subordinates?" ”

When the middle-aged scribe heard the drama, his face softened greatly, and he subconsciously looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "Peiguo Cao Shangshufu, I heard that I have accepted Sikong's invitation to enter the palace as a military secretary. ”

"What else?" Zimei was still waiting, but she couldn't hear the following, a little strange, and asked.

The middle-aged scribe was a little embarrassed and said, "Liu Qia of the East China Sea is Zuo Sima." ”

"Guangling Dai Yuan, sacrificial wine for the army."

"Mi Huang of the East China Sea, take up the position of overseer."

……

"Speaking of which, except for Cao Shangshu, they are all small surnames and cold vegetarians. Liu Qia has never heard of Mendi. Zimei sighed, and then laughed at herself: "Actually, my family is better than them?" ”

"In this case, it is even more important to seize the rare opportunity." The middle-aged scribe persuaded.

Yu Zimei hesitated for a while, sighed, and said, "Let's go back to the house first." ”

The middle-aged scribe was stunned and casually agreed: "It's okay, let's have a good talk." ”

The group walked forward.

The middle-aged scribe was followed by several military men, all of whom were not very old.

The first person is only fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes are calm and even a little bold, not at all like ordinary military men who are cowering and inferior, which makes Yu Zimei slightly disliked.

Sikong is really dizzy, is everyone in the feudal country dead? Even the young soldiers were recruited, which made him even more hesitant in his heart.

The soldier's name is Shao Xun, and he seems to have sensed his gaze keenly, and he didn't speak, just walked silently, but his face revealed a vicissitudes of life that was completely inconsistent with the young man.

System? Inexistent! Such a high-end thing has nothing to do with him.

All kinds of martial arts and riding skills are good, but they are just experience and insight, and there is no muscle memory at all.

To be honest, he didn't know where these skills came from, it felt like his own, and it didn't feel like he was.

God let me travel to this time, play with me? What about funny?

It's better to give me a lot of money, a noble family, and stuff a bunch of beauties to make me chic for a lifetime, then I can barely get angry.

It's just—forget it, it's done, and it's not interesting to say that.

The group quickly entered a dilapidated house.

The house is not big, and it seems that it used to belong to a rich man. In today's world, the war is in chaos, the officials and the scholars are still unable to protect themselves, and the rich people who have no foundation are counted?

Luoyang Zuo has recently changed hands more and more, and the ghost knows how the owner died.

There are more than ten members of a large family living in the house, plus seven or eight nurses, servants and maids.

Honestly, it's a bit shabby, I'm sorry for their family.

It's all to blame on the brutes of the Sima family!

Yu Zimei led the guests in, and his wife Biqiu came out to greet him.

Shao Xun stayed in the courtyard, crossed his arms, and scanned the surroundings.

He needs to be responsible for the safety of the middle-aged scribe named Yu Yu (ái), after all, he is a person who is valued by the commonplace, and if he still wants to eat in this troubled world, he has to sell some strength.

The four soldiers who came with him were all from the East China Sea, about the same age, seventeen or eighteen, and they all looked at him with awe at this time, and they scattered silently, standing solemnly with their weapons.

Shao Xun chuckled.

These young military households are sparse in martial arts. He casually pointed out a few words, correcting their wrong habits and movements, and immediately made them in awe.

Of course, it's also important that you're their direct director.

In troubled times, people with skills can still eat openly.

There are also a few men in burlap clothes in the courtyard, practicing martial arts one by one.

Shao Xun glanced at it, he was not very interested, the level was too poor.

He also saw a few young men in brocade robes chopping wood, and a little girl was busy handing people water, sometimes laughing, looking very close, there should be no doubt that they should be brothers and sisters.

Alas, as scholars, they didn't expect that one day they would have to do rough work, right?

Wait, there's a lot of fun to come. Not only do you have to do menial work, but you will also starve and even die.

The princess and noblewoman are still being sold into slavery, isn't it a surprise?

However, he immediately thought of himself and couldn't help but sigh again and again.

His situation may not be better than others? Or even worse.

Near Luoyang, there are too many chaotic troops, and they do not belong to each other, and each has its own ghosts. One is not good, when will it become popular and rise up, can he still resist the general trend alone?

It's hard to stretch.

"Do you want to drink water?" The little girl came over with a porcelain bowl and asked softly.

Shao Xun glanced at her, about five or six years old, with bright eyes and bright teeth, quite a bit of a beautiful embryo.

But the most attractive thing about her is not her appearance, but her large, dark eyes, which shimmer with enthusiasm, innocence, and curiosity, as if she had just been born into this world.

"No need." Shao Xun smiled and replied.

The little girl smiled too, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, her big eyes curved like crescent moons, and there was no expression of anger or loss at all.

I saw her holding the porcelain bowl again and asking the other four sergeants one by one, and the four of them waved their hands and refused, and they were even a little overwhelmed.

Shao Xun secretly praised, the little girl is very kind-hearted, which is rare in this society where the noble and the low are distinct.

However, who can pity such a good man in troubled times? When encountering a murderous person, it is nothing more than a knife to the left.

He suddenly became a little irritable.

You can't open it if you want to, this dog's world.

He is just a military household in the East China Sea, and he has the same identity as the other four military men around him, without any background or background, and in today's society, he is as humble as dust.

The Yu Yu he escorted was a serious scholar, and he didn't look at him with his eyes, and his attitude was very obvious.

The reality is here, if you don't want to mess up, in fact, there are very few choices.

Like Shile, he took refuge in the homeless Shuai Jisang, hoping to get out of the way—for those who are not from a family, it is a very good way to join the peasant rebels.

But Jisang's strength is not good, the peasant army is to help the rabble, and it is a high probability to be beaten violently on the battlefield.

So what about taking refuge in Liu Yuan? Let's not talk about whether people are willing to accept it, even if they are not very happy.

Come on, let's watch as we go.

Sima Yue, the king of the East China Sea, had just become the boss for a long time, and he was in an embarrassing situation where no one was available, whether it was a civil servant or a military general.

Even, he doesn't even have military power, and recently he is trying to recruit military households from other states into Beijing.

It's so miserable, and there's no one left.

"Whoosh!" An arrow flew out and missed......

One of the nurses of the Yu Mansion put down his bow in despair and was silent.

When Shao Xun saw it, he couldn't help but say, "Haven't you practiced before?" Lean forward, lower your left arm, and ...... your elbow inward"

The nursing home was thoughtful.

Shao Xun stepped forward, grabbed the step bow, drew the bow and arrows, and completed it in one go.

"Whoosh!" Right in the bull's-eye.

The nurses looked at him stupidly, their eyes very complicated.

"Do you see clearly?" Shao Xun asked.

The nurse shook his head.

Shao Xun slowed down, and another arrow hit the bull's-eye.

"Haven't seen it yet?" He asked again, and without waiting for anyone to answer, he shot the third arrow, which still hit the bull's-eye.

The nurses were numb.

"That's it, this can only be done with more practice." Shao Xun shook his head, untied the bowstring, handed it over along with the bow tip, and said, "It's time to change the string." ”

With that, he walked back to the wall and reclined there, silently thinking about things.

He had an instinctive familiarity with archery. Whether it's a foot bow or a riding bow, when you touch it in your hand, the cells of your whole body seem to be cheering, and all kinds of movements are churning in your mind.

Armored foot shooting, left and right bowing, horse riding shooting, lying and back shooting, etc., are familiar as if he was a marksman in his previous life.

But he doesn't have any memories of his previous life, and he only has the memories of modern society.

Although the body that crossed was a military household, it had only practiced archery a few times, and its results were very average, and it was spent most of its time farming, so it could not have been brought by this life.

Come to think of it, maybe it's talent, or maybe there are a lot of secrets that no one knows.

Whatever! That's a good thing, right?

Even if he was really a marksman in his last life, so what? I don't remember at all, this life is a new life, the body, personality, family background and social relations are completely different, and I am already another person.

"What a miracle shot!" Several people chopping wood in the courtyard stopped what they were doing, looked at each other, and looked surprised.

There are tens of thousands of Chinese troops in Luoyang, not without marksmen, but they are generally difficult to reach, and they are all in the hands of the kings.

The Yu family is now in decline.

If the main vein is barely considered a scholar clan, their branch can only be regarded as a small surname, and there is a danger of slipping towards Hansu - if no one in the family can be in a high position.

In this world, Luoyang and Longtan Tiger's Den are almost the same, and the soldiers who were not valued before can no longer be treated as servants if they are skilled.

A small family like them even needs to be wooed by the courtesy of a guest, although most of them will not be able to attract this kind of tiger warrior - strictly speaking, guests are also servants, but of the highest rank.

It's a pity.

"You were so fierce just now." The little girl came again.

Shao Xun glanced at her and said, "If a man is not fierce, what's the use?" ”

The little girl retorted: "Brother is not fierce. ”

"In a family, there must be someone who is murderous." Shao Xun said, "What's your name?" ”

"You're a little rude." The little girl smiled and shook her head, not saying anything.

Shao Xun also smiled.

"Why are you so bold?" The little girl asked, "The slave just talked to them, and they didn't dare to look at the slave directly." ”

With that, she looked at the other four sergeants.

Shao Xun was also asked, this question is more complicated, maybe it has something to do with social customs and traditions.

There is an invisible gap between the nobles and the low-level people, and they are already two "species", both of which are reproductively isolated.

Some people are used to being arrogant, some people are used to being low, and after hundreds of years, everyone is used to it, and even thinks that this is the right thing.

Off the beaten track! No wonder he was taught a lesson by Liu Yuan and Shi Le.

As for why you don't go inferior, can you say that?

"You tell me the name, and I'll tell you why." Shao Xun joked.

The little girl narrowed her little crescent again, covered her mouth and snickered, but still shook her head.

"Zimei, you'll regret it, alas!" Shao Xun was about to say something, but he heard a voice from the main hall.

Yu Yu was a little unhappy, and walked out with his sleeves brushed up, seemingly unable to persuade successfully.

He didn't look at Shao Xun and the others, and went straight out.

Shao Xun gestured with his eyes, and the other four people immediately followed, and after a while, the group left the Yu Mansion.

"Wenjun, it's time to practice." Voices rang out from inside the hall.

The little girl answered, and went into the house with her skirt in hand.