Farmer of Shu Han

Yang Hu stood in front of the Prince's Mansion in Jibei, looking at everything in front of him.

If it weren't for the gate system that only the royal family can use, he couldn't believe that the dilapidated gate mansion in front of him was the palace of the Great Wei.

The steps are tall, but they are covered with dust and dead branches and leaves, and there are some small pieces of rubble scattered in the corners.

Between the steps, a lot of weeds emerged from the gaps, swaying in the wind.

The mansion pillars on both sides of the gate on the base of the platform have long been mottled and decayed.

Not only can't see the original color clearly, but because there is no maintenance all the year round, it can be seen that two of them have been eaten away by termites.

Then I don't know if it was man-made or blown by wind and rain, there was a big gap in one of the roots, exposing the rotten wood foam inside.

The courtyard walls on both sides of the gate have also become damaged and dilapidated. As far as the sheep can see, two or three places have collapsed, and no one has repaired them.

To be honest, if it weren't for the side door, there would be an old concierge who could barely hear the sound.

Yang Hu wondered if there were any people living there.

In addition to the majesty of the old gate, and the fact that the system cannot be overridden at will, any well-to-do family has a more glamorous appearance than this Prince Ji's Mansion.

For some reason, looking at the decayed palace in front of him, Yang Hu couldn't help but think of the current Great Wei...

Just when he was thinking wildly, he only heard a drunken voice in his ear:

"Uncle Yang? But Uncle Yang from the Yang clan face to face?"

Yang Hu, who came to his senses, quickly fixed his eyes to look, but a young man in a prince's robe was lazily leaning against the side door frame, looking at Yang Hu with drunken eyes.

In his hand, he was still holding the jug, and he could even see that the skirt of this person's body was wet a lot.

Probably wine stains.

Yang Hu hurried forward, bowed to the young man, and replied:

"The servants are Yanghu."

Then he looked up at the other party with some hesitation, his lips moved, "Is it the King of Jibei?"

"Hahaha!"

Cao Zhi raised his head and laughed loudly, then took a sip of wine from the pot, then looked at Yang Hu again, and hiccupped at the same time, the smell of wine sprayed directly towards Yang Hu:

"What? Not like?"

Yang Hu's face twitched.

It doesn't look like a gentleman, where does it look like?

If it wasn't for wearing this king's suit and saying that he was a drunk lunatic who came out of nowhere, he would have believed it.

But... There is one thing to say, this wine smells quite mellow, it is probably a rare wine.

Seemingly seeing what Yang Hu was thinking, Cao Zhi laughed at himself like a lonely smile:

"In this world, I am afraid that only the Great Wei has such princes and kings?"

As he spoke, he took another sip from the jug and continued:

"There are too many servants in Guwang's mansion, and they can't be on the stage, so Gu can only come out to welcome guests in person. Besides, there have been no guests in the mansion for a long time, and the mansion is dirty and sloppy. If you take the liberty to invite uncle in, I'm afraid it will spoil your uncle's eyes."

The implication is that there is no intention of inviting guests in.

"But I don't know, Uncle Yang is here this time, but what's the matter?"

That is to say, Yang Hu is not an ordinary person, and he has a lot of self-cultivation.

If it was a guy who couldn't hold back his breath, he might have to shake his sleeves and turn around on the spot.

But seeing that Yang Hu's expression remained unchanged, he respectfully said:

"It's nothing important, but Hu went to Chang'an a few months ago, and someone asked Hu to deliver a letter to His Highness."

The originally cynical King of Jibei suddenly changed his expression when he heard the word "Chang'an"!

"Bah!"

The jug in his hand was thrown in an instant, but he didn't know where it was thrown.

At the same time as he threw the flagon, Cao Zhi stood up straight, solemnly, and straightened his clothes.

However, the wine stains on his body could not be wiped off, which made his face a little embarrassed.

It's just that I can't care about it at this time.

Clasping hands, saluting, where is the drunkenness just now?

"Dare to ask uncle, who in Chang'an asked uncle to deliver a letter to Zhi?"

But in the blink of an eye, the front and back were completely different, almost making Yang Hu unable to react.

Looking at the respectful and polite King of Jibei in front of him, Yang Hu's face twitched again.

At the same time, a terrifying thought suddenly popped up in his heart, which shocked him. For a while, he was unable to answer the other party's question.

Seeing Yang Hu's horrified face and looking at him in disbelief, Cao Zhi couldn't help but urged:

"Uncle? Uncle Yang?"

"Oh, oh, I lost my mind for a while, I'm rude and rude." Yang Hu reached into his arms, took out a letter, and handed it over with both hands, "This is a letter from Feng Jun Tuo Hu who delivered it to His Highness."

When Cao Zhi heard this, he stepped forward impatiently, took the letter, and showed a look of ecstasy on his face at the same time:

"It really is a letter from Uncle Feng!"

Yang Hu's mind was shaken again...it couldn't move anymore.

He looked at Cao Zhi numbly.

Did you hear me right?

Uncle Feng?

The majestic princes and princes of the Wei Dynasty called Feng Thief of the Han Dynasty his uncle?

Is there anything more absurd than this in the world?

It’s fine that the Xiahou clan rebelled against Wei Touhan, but now there are even members of the Cao clan...

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Hu quickly strangled the thought to death.

It is not surprising that the ministers and even the monarchs of the three countries communicate with each other.

Not to mention that Chen Wang (that is, Cao Zhi) and Feng Mingwen are close friends.

In "Jiangjinjiu", "Zijian used to feast in peace and joy, and fight wine for thousands of times to have fun", which is enough to prove the deep friendship between the two.

Although the two are their own masters, they can admire each other's literary talents, which is really the envy of the world's literati. They call it "Feng Cao's friendship", which means that they have the style of Boya Zizi.

Yang Hu, who had no idea that his "friend of Yang and Lu" had been snatched away in the original history, was silently chanting at this moment:

"Feng Cao's friend, Feng Cao's friend, Feng Mingwen and Chen Wang are close friends. As the queen of Chen Wang, it is very reasonable and reasonable for the King of Jinbei to call Feng Mingwen uncle..."

Probably because he felt that he was a little too reckless in front of outsiders. Cao Zhi put the letter away, and when he looked at Yang Hu again, his gaze and expression became a lot closer:

"Uncle went to Chang'an, but met Uncle Mingwen?"

"If you go back to His Highness, you will be honored to be received by Feng Jun."

"Oh?" Cao Zhi's eyes showed a little longing, "In this way, uncle is indeed lucky. Sigh, when my father was alive, the most important thing was to have a drink and talk with Uncle Mingwen."

Having said this, Cao Zhi's voice suddenly dropped. If Yang Hu hadn't listened carefully, he might have missed the last sentence:

"Even if it's just once..."

Thinking of what happened to King Chen, Yang Hu sighed inwardly, but did not speak.

It is probably because of this that Chen Wang and Feng Jun formed a literary story, right?

But fortunately, King Jibei quickly revived his spirit:

"My late father passed away with regrets. Even if he had the heart, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fulfill this wish for my late father in this life."

Then, he smiled wryly again, and pointed to himself.

"So, uncle, can you tell me carefully how it feels to meet Uncle Mingwen?"

Feel?

After the mind was numb, Yang Hu's face was about to twitch to the point of numbness.

Every time he recalled the meeting with Feng, Yang Hu felt more depressed.

But in the face of King Jibei's request, he couldn't say no.

After all, no matter how down-and-out the king of Jibei is, he is still a king.

And after King Jibei yelled "Uncle", a certain thought flashed in Yang Hu's heart.

Cao Zhi saw that Yang Hu's face was changing, and he said that he offended him at the beginning, so the other party didn't want to.

So he bowed his hands again and apologized:

"The former fanzhi was careless and unrestrained, and he didn't know etiquette. He offended my uncle, and I hope my uncle will forgive me."

"My late father's last wish, I dare not forget it for a day. Although Zhi can't meet Uncle Mingwen in person, if I can talk about my uncle in front of my late father's tomb, I can cherish my late father's memory when he lives in the yellow soil."

After speaking, he bowed deeply again.

Speaking of this step, Yang Hu has no reason to refuse:

"Your Highness's heart of filial piety moves the world with sincerity, how dare Hu not follow orders?"

When Cao Zhi heard this, he was overjoyed:

"Zhi thanked uncle, please, please, please!"

Following behind the king of Jibei, he stepped into the gate, but saw that the front yard was overgrown with grass, dead branches and fallen leaves all over the yard, and there was only one path leading to the front.

Knowing that the scene in front of him was quite rude, the King of Jibei explained with some embarrassment:

"I haven't had any guests for a long time, and most of the people in the house are old, weak, sick and disabled. Alas, I am not afraid of my uncle's jokes when I say it. I am empty of the title of the King of Jibei. These days, I am afraid that it is even ordinary. No one else can compare."

This is not easy to answer.

To be comfortable is to be uncomfortable.

After all, the clan system of Great Wei is there.

But if you want to live, at least you can maintain food and clothing, which is much better than ordinary people.

"Clang!"

Something kicked under his feet.

Looking down, it turned out that it was the flagon that King Jibei had thrown away.

The body of the pot is long and slender. At first glance, the style is quite exquisite. In addition, the surface is smooth and white, so Yang Hu immediately recognized that this is the unique high-quality porcelain pot of the Han Dynasty.

Very expensive!

Look at the weeds and fallen leaves all over the courtyard, and then look at the precious porcelain pots lying quietly in the weeds and fallen leaves, even exuding the fragrance of wine.

As soon as you smell it, you know it's a high-quality wine!

Yang Hu's gaze was very calm.

Cao Zhi laughed dryly:

"Uncle, I don't know. In my house, many of my subordinates are Jia Shu's generation. They don't know anything else, they only do some dirty things like peddlers."

"In addition, my late father sent someone to exchange greetings with Uncle Mingwen before he was alive, so I have a legacy of my late father, and I have some contacts in the west, and I can exchange some fine wines when I come back..."

Yang Hu: ...

Yang Hu didn't stay long in the Jibei Palace, he just told the Jibei King how he met Feng.

The King of Jibei didn't ask too much, and just asked about Feng's appearance, and his words and deeds when he handed the letter to Yang Hu.

But when he came out of the Prince's Mansion in Jibei, Yang Hu's originally worried mood didn't dissipate, on the contrary, it became heavier.

Before leaving, he turned his head to look at the dilapidated Jinbei Palace, but in his heart, he remembered the jug in the yard, and all kinds of utensils and objects of the Han Dynasty that he saw in the Jibei Palace.

This dilapidated palace not only slapped King Jibei in the face, but also Da Wei's.

The grandsons of Emperor Wu not only took pride in what was handed down from the Han Dynasty for food and clothing, but even called the thief leader of the Han Dynasty "Uncle", even in a very friendly tone.

It can be described as the greatest irony in the world.

(Note: In the original history, Cao Zhi not only took the initiative to join the Sima family, but also very likely made suggestions for Sima Yan's usurpation of Wei:

When Sima Yan went to Yecheng to welcome Cao Huan, the Duke of Changdao Township, to the throne, Cao Zhi met Sima Yan at night, and the two talked from the evening until dawn the next day. After the conversation, Sima Yan trusted and valued Cao Zhi extremely)

It stands to reason that for this kind of person, it would be too much for Yang Hu to talk to him before.

But at this moment, he could only let out a long and heavy sigh.

Not to mention the Jinbei Prince's Mansion, all the people in the Wei Dynasty who have some channels, which one is not flocking to the unique things of the Han Dynasty?

As for communicating with people from the Han Kingdom... What did I do when I went to Chang'an a few months ago?

If I am still like this, what face do I have to say about others?

Thinking of this, Yang Hu sighed again.

With such a mood, Yang Hu left Jibei Kingdom and returned to his home in Taishan County, depressed all day long.

His older sister, Yang Huiyu, was intelligent and talented. When she saw her younger brother depressed for many days, she often sighed alone, and couldn't help asking why.

Yang Hu then told Yang Huiyu what he had encountered in detail, and then sighed:

"Sister, when I go to Chang'an, I can't fulfill the orders of my family; when I go to the Prince's Mansion in Jibei, I don't dare to persuade Your Highness to make mistakes; I worry about the evils of the Great Wei, but I don't know how to save them; I worry about the future of the Yang family, but I don't know how to protect them. Therefore my heart is troubled, alas!"

Unexpectedly, after Yang Huiyu listened, instead of comforting him, he blamed him instead:

"Our Taishan Yang family has been a rich family for nine generations. The ancestors of the past dynasties relied on virtue and talent to strengthen the family. It has never been heard that it was formed by relying on other people."

"You will not succeed in going to Chang'an. You should reflect on your lack of virtue and talent, and work harder, instead of complaining about yourself like you are now."

"Looking at the world today, the Han is strong and the Wei is weak. The strong and the monarchs are in harmony with each other, and they are getting stronger and stronger. The weak do not want to unite, but fight for power and power. Although I am a woman, I know that Wei will not survive!"

Whether it is Sima or Cao Shuang, she is not optimistic. If not, why would she reject Sima's marriage proposal?

"If you want to have great ambitions, you should look at the world and move with the general trend of the world, instead of holding on to the weak and going against the current."

Although the Yang family was famous in the later Han Dynasty, when Cao Wei usurped the Han Dynasty, didn't they still follow the time?

If Liu Han really wanted Sanxing, would he change the system of imperial examinations because the children of the aristocratic family were unwilling to labor?

At that time, the families who oppose the imperial examinations may decline or even die out.

Han Guo didn't show mercy to Haoyou.

It is foolish to protect a country that is not worth protecting.

And if you want to revitalize the family, you should put the family first, not your own likes and dislikes.

"If you don't want to serve the Han, you should maintain the status quo. You should neither serve Wei nor Han. Concentrate on learning and ask less about world affairs."

"In this way, in the future when there will be great chaos, it's okay to live away from the world and use the reputation of learning as a way to protect yourself?"

"Think about Feng Mingwen, who has a lot of literature and is invincible in martial arts. Could it be that he is a villain who must take revenge? He will deliberately target our Yang family because of your refusal?"

"Difficult Road to Shu", "Childhood Sweetheart", "Han Daochang"...

Either a fairy looks at the world, or the love is deep beyond the sea, or the ambition is like a wing.

How can a person who can write these peerless articles be a villain?

Yang Huiyu's words were like a big bell, and suddenly Yang Hu's mind was shaken, almost collapsing.