"My mother, you know so many words, you must have read a book, right?" Liang Xiao said tentatively: "Let me guess, you must be from a famous family and a lady from a noble family. You have received many teachings from great scholars since childhood..."

Mama Liang laughed "Puchi". "I can recognize a few words, but I dare not say that I have read books. A few talented men have met, but I don't have any great scholars. As for my family background, although I can't be too unfair, I can't be called a famous family. Xiaoer, if you want to rely on a foreign family, you may be disappointed."

Liang Xiao smiled awkwardly. "Mother, what books have you read? Why don't you teach me?"

"I have taught everything I know. If you don't want to learn it yourself, why do you blame me instead?" Liang Mama smiled and said, "You kid, you have not learned serious skills, you have learned to be slut first. This is not the responsibility that a man should have."

"Uh... Mother, I'm just asking, it's not that serious. That... Even if it's not a famous family, I have to have a name? Why haven't I seen someone from your mother's family for so many years?"

"Do you want to know my mother's house?" Liang Mama stopped the work in her hand, and her tone was a little unkind. Liang Xiao smacked his lips, wondering if he should continue to ask. He could hear it, just like he was unwilling to mention who his father was, and I was unwilling to mention her parents' house.

"If my mother doesn't want to say it, then I didn't say it."

"It's not that I don't want to say it, but the time has not come." Mama Liang sighed. "Xiao'er, work hard, wait for you to be a marquis and general, my mother will tell you everything. If it doesn't work now, I will only humiliate you if you tell you."

"Take your own humiliation?" Liang Xiao sucked these four words and thought a little. He looked at his mother with a lonely look, took a deep breath, and slowly vomited it out. "Mother, don't worry, I will work hard. When the time comes, I will return home in glory. Let's see who dares to look down on you."

"In this way, it's my son." Mama Liang pushed the loom again. "Bang! Bang!" Every sound hit Liang Xiao's heart, and a long-lost feeling slowly woke up.

...

Liang Xiao had a dream all night.

He dreamed that he returned to his office in his previous life and was teasing his new little sister at the front desk; he dreamed that he was in Jinkui Mountain, fighting with the canon on the tree; he dreamed that he was on the battlefield, with battle flags dancing, arrows flying, and shouting and killing sounds shook the sky. One by one, the hideous enemies held up battle knives and flocked to him.

In a trance, the sound of war drums turned into the impact of the loom, and the roar of arrows flying into the friction of the weaving shuttles sliding across the brocade.

Liang Xiao sat up, sweating all over.

The west wing room was silent. In order not to affect his rest, my mother finished her work half an hour in advance. However, my mother's words "take self-indulgence" were deeply engraved in his heart. No matter how strong Mother Liang was, she was just a woman. If she had not encountered an unbearable shame, she would not have taken a child to a foreign land and lived under someone else's roof.

Liang Xiao estimated that this matter had a great relationship with him. The root cause of his mother's humiliation was probably the birth of a child without wedlock. Women in the Han Dynasty had a good status and remarriage and remarriage were common, but it was difficult to accept the birth of a child without wedlock, especially families with a certain status.

For tooth for tooth, for eye for eye. The Han people don’t like to swallow their anger, and returning home with glory became the greatest expectation of my mother. To return home with glory, there is only one way for Liang Xiao: to be granted a marquis and to be a general. He has a pair of ape arms that are good at shooting and making contributions to the army, which is the most likely choice for him to succeed.

There is no other way.

The Han Dynasty inherited the Qin system. For ordinary people, farming and fighting were their only mission. It was impossible to make a name for themselves in farming. Only by fighting can you make meritorious contributions, increase your title, or even be granted a title. Although the hope is slim, this path is at least much more realistic than being an official.

Emperor Gaozu of Han had a White Horse Alliance: He could not be granted a marquis unless he made a contribution. This merit mainly refers to military merit. Without military merit, he could not be granted a marquis even if he was a prime minister. The prime minister was granted a marquis from Gongsun Hong, and Gongsun Hong himself might still be laying pigs in the East China Sea. Even if Mama Liang had seen the world, he would not know that in the near future, civil officials could also be granted a marquis.

However, even if you know that civil officials can be granted titles to marquis, it is still an unattainable dream for Liang Xiao himself. It is not easy to study these days. There are not many experts like Huan Jun, and even fewer great scholars who are knowledgeable in the classics. There may not be a Confucian scholar who is knowledgeable in the entire Jiangdu Kingdom, let alone great scholars.

Liang Xiao knew that Huan Jun was not a kind person, but he could not ignore it. He even refused because Tu Niuer was eager to become a disciple, because he realized that if he wanted to make a name for himself, he had to take risks even if he wanted to make a name for himself. He had no choice at all.

"Shang Yang, I will be your ancestor." Liang Xiao swears to Shang Yang, the Legal Sage for the first time in his two lives. There is no way to cultivate and fight the country, emphasize agriculture and suppress commerce, and Shang Yang is the initiator. If it weren't for this national policy, Liang Xiao might have been able to get rich with his mother Liang's superb double-sided brocade skills. With this national policy, even if his family has a huge fortune, he is just a lowly businessman. The court will cut his flesh whenever he wants to.

When Liang Xiao thought of the order of Emperor Wu of Han’s revenge soon, he could only smile bitterly. Could it be that the purpose of my life’s struggle was to make people report it?

I am not that stupid. I also want to be the ruling class and I want to be a meat-eating person.

Liang Xiao couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and didn't light the lights. He just started practicing the bow with the moonlight penetrated through the sparse door panel.

Once, twice.

Ten times, hundreds of times.

In the darkness, Liang Xiao practiced tirelessly, just like running wildly on the bright road of the marquis. Perhaps it was because there was no light, and he could only concentrate on his body. Perhaps he knew that he had no other choice. Only by practicing hard can he realize his promise to his mother. Liang Xiao practiced very much.

I don't know when, when Liang Xiao bent down and his fingers hooked the non-existent string again, he heard a "pitch" sound on his waist, and a faint heat flow spread from his back waist. He turned his waist and turned around, gathering below his navel, warm and very comfortable.

Liang Xiao was overjoyed, but he did not dare to be proud. He savored this wonderful feeling carefully.

Slowly, a little numbness and tenderness slowly rises along the spine, stops at the back, slowly accumulates, and slightly swells.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes, slowly opened his arms, straightened his body, and made a bow-opening posture again.

The heat flow on the back dispersed and divided into two channels, along the arms and to the fingers. Liang Xiao felt his fingers swelling slightly and he was ready to move. He took a deep breath, leaned back slightly, and his whole body was like a recurved bow, slowly tensed by an invisible string.

A sentence suddenly popped up in Liang Xiao's mind: Walk, sit and lie down, and keep your body away from your bow.

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Chapter completed!