Chapter 14: The Strong Spirit of the Soldiers

Zhufu Yan, a generation of outstanding talents and a person who had a significant influence on Chinese history, was so in a downturn. He was so lucky.

The master Yan smiled bitterly, shook his head, and smiled mocked himself: "I think that Zhang Yi stole the jade and Fan Sui broke his ribs, they are all famous scholars in the world, invincible, and just hungry and cold, what can I do to me?"

Zhang Yi's stealing of the Bi and Fan Sui's robbery are two very famous allusions during the Warring States Period.

Zhang Yi and Su Qin were brothers of the same school, and were the masters of Guiguzi, a strange man of a generation. After Zhang Yi finished his studies, he wanted to seek scholars, but no one knew him and no one used him. He came to Chu State and threw himself under Zhaoyang Sect, but he was accused of stealing the Heshi Bi.

Zhang Yi was a famous scholar who was determined to be the world. How could he do such a thing? It was because he was poor and destitute. Some people were unhappy about him and falsely accused him. Zhang Yi tied him up and beat him up so hard that Zhang Yi refused to admit it, so Zhaoyang had to let him go.

When he got home, his wife nagged, saying that he had been asking for an official all day, but was injured. He pointed to his mouth and asked, "Is my tongue there?" His wife replied, "Is it still there!" Zhang Yi said proudly, "With my tongue, it is enough to win the world's wealth!"

Later, Zhang Yi entered Qin and appointed King Huiwen of Qin as prime minister. Su Qin and Zhang Yi Lianheng, and his brothers and brothers joined forces and Lianheng, and they were all in the world, without any enemies. The power of the world was fully entered into the hands of the two, and it became a legend throughout the ages.

Fan Sui was also a legendary figure of a generation. He was originally from Wei and wanted to seek official positions in Wei. However, at that time, Wei was controlled by the powerful and powerful. How could a poor man in a commoner like him be valued by others? Once, he accompanied Xu Jia to Qi to envoy Qi. Xu Jia could not deal with it when facing the King of Qi, but Fan Sui responded in an orderly manner. He was deeply appreciated by the King of Qi and wanted to keep him as an official in Qi. Fan Sui was determined to Wei and rejected the good intentions of Qi, and the King of Qi was deeply moved.

Fan Sui was originally a meritorious person, but he caused him a fatal disaster. Xu Jia naturally would not say anything when he returned to Wei State, but instead accused Fan Sui of communicating with Qi. Wei Qi, the prime minister of Wei State, believed it, and took advantage of the opportunity to hold a banquet to humiliate Fan Sui. He broke Fan Sui's ribs several times, but also asked someone to pee on him, and Fan Sui almost died.

Such a shame, something that has never happened in the ages, Fan Sui held a grudge. Later, he came to Qin and became the prime minister of Qin and vowed to take revenge. King Zhao of Qin dispatched hundreds of thousands of Qin troops to fight for Wei, with only one goal, to avenge Fan Sui and ordered the King of Wei to hand over Wei Qi.

Wei Qi fled, and none of his friends, his servants and diners, dared to stand up for him, and finally had to commit suicide.

Fan Sui gave King Zhao of Qin a strange plan that would be passed down through the ages: to get along with far and near!

This strategy has always been followed by Qin State. Even if Qin Shihuang wiped out the six kingdoms, he still implemented this strategy and was successful.

Therefore, Fan Sui's revenge has become a legend for the ages.

In adversity, Master Yan encouraged himself with the stories of these two people. His heart was strong and his character was pride.

"Why!"

The Lord's father Yan sighed and walked away quickly. He was wearing a thin shirt, the cold wind blew, and his teeth were shaking, and his teeth were striking, making continuous "Princess" sounds, and he shivered step by step, and soon he shivered.

"You are like this, and you dare to follow Zhang Yi and Fan Sui." The shopkeeper heard the story of these two stories, and he was very disdainful of them.

Inadvertently, I saw the article written by Master Yan hanging on the wall. Master Yan owed money for the house, so I said that I would exchange for money for the article. The store owner believed it and brought the bamboo slips to write. After writing it, I hang it here, and it was seen that someone read it, but no one appreciated it, and his business was not improved at all.

If I didn't see it, I couldn't help but get angry when I saw it, I picked it off, came to the door of the store, smashed it out, and muttered to myself: "Don't good luck! Damn good luck!"

Zhufu Yan wrote a lot, and only a sound of ping-pong sound came, and bamboo slips jumped around and smashed everywhere.

Just then, one piece hit in front of a tall and thin man with a dish. It was neither someone else, but Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing was stunned, bent down and picked it up. After a look, he was surprised: "The strategy of defeating the Xiongnu?"

Picking up a bamboo slip on the street was so amazing. Zheng Qing's face changed slightly, and he glanced and read it word by word. Before he could read it halfway, he was surprised and swept around and asked, "Who wrote this?"

The store owner happened to be at the door and said angrily: "A stinky scholar who can't even afford to eat."

"What's his name?" Zheng Qing asked hurriedly.

"Hmph!" The shop owner didn't read much, and said angrily: "What's the name of a stinky scholar named Master? What's the name of a shitty father Yan?"

"The surname is the master, the name is the father Yan?" Zheng Qing was shocked. Is there such a surname in the world? It would be great if there were hundreds of surnames at that time. You could refer to it, but unfortunately there was no one.

The surnames of the Han Dynasty were varied and were completely different from those of later generations. The fifth and sixth were all surnames, and it was possible that the surname master was the one.

"Where are others? Tell me quickly, where are others?" Zheng Qing was very anxious.

The shop owner was surprised and thought to himself that this stinky scholar was really capable? When he looked at Zheng Qing's outfit, he was not much better than Master Yan. He saw that he was a moneyless master. He was too lazy to say anything, and he pointed casually: "Then!"

The direction he pointed was just the opposite. Zheng Qing didn't know, so he quickly chased after him, anxiously.

The store owner was about to enter, but heard someone talking behind him: "Shop owner stays."

The shop stopped, turned his head, and his face immediately filled with a smile. The visitor was wearing a gorgeous deep clothes and a Jinxian crown. His temperament and demeanor were extraordinary. At a glance, he knew that he was a rich and powerful owner. The smiles on the shop owner's face were piled up layer by layer, so kind that it seemed as if he saw his ancestor: "Guest, you live in a hotel..."

"I'll ask someone." The man shook the bamboo slips in his hand: "Who wrote this?"

"Is it another person who asked the stinky Confucianism? Is this stinky Confucian really capable?" The shop owner was puzzled and said with a smile: "The good teacher learned that he was a cold Confucian who had no money for food."

"What's his name?" The man's eyebrows were thick, and his aura was quite powerful.

"Call it seems to be called, oh, call me Master Yan." The shopkeeper thought for a long time before he remembered. Master Yan lived in his customer's money for several months. He was very familiar with him, but he didn't get the money for the meal. He felt unhappy and almost forgot his name.

It seemed that he had said the name wrong to the pauper.

"Please ask the store to report it to Han Anguo, the domestic history of Liang, and ask for a meeting!" Han Anguo clasped his fists, bowed his body, and carried out very respectfully. Of course, it was not for the store, but for respect for the master Yan.

“…”

The shopkeeper never expected that Han Anguo was so respectful to his master Yan. He opened his mouth for a long time and could not say a word. He was shocked and said, "Master Han, why do you ask to see him? He is a poor scholar. As a domestic history of Liang, if you want to see him, just give him an order."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Han Anguo scolded: "This is a real border strategy, which is a strange strategy. How can I, Han Anguo, not see such a talented man?"

“…”

The store owner was shocked again and slapped himself in the face. If he had known this, why would he drive Master Yan away? Isn’t this a stone shooting himself in the foot?

Seeing his appearance, Han Anguo had already understood and sneered: "You drove him away. How much money does he owe you?"

"Three months' meal money." The store owner replied in a daze.

"I'll give you this money." Han Anguo took out a cake of horseshoe gold and threw it in his hand: "If he comes back, I'll say that Han Anguo, the domestic history of Liang, will pay a visit to Han Anguo!"

"Sure, certain!" The shopkeeper looked at Mati Jin, and stars appeared in his eyes, and he reached out to pick them up.

But Han Anguo smashed the horse's hoof gold at his feet like a dog, and asked, "Where has he been?"

"Here." The shopkeeper pointed to the direction where the master Fu Yan left. This time, there was gold, so he didn't dare to point it randomly.

"Do you have to remember his appearance?" Han Anguo asked again.

"Remember! Remember! Not tall, there is a unique glow on his face, bright eyes, and easy to recognize. You can tell at a glance." The shopkeeper bent down and reached out to pick up horse hoof gold, but gave Han Anguo a foot on his hand.

"Sir, please spare me! Sir, please spare me! I dare not ask for it anymore." The store owner thought Han Anguo had repented and did not dare to ask for gold.

"Hmph!" Han Anguo snorted coldly: "How can I take back what I took? I would like to warn you: Don't insult the poor again!"

"Don't worry, sir, remember!" The store owner agreed repeatedly, and when he picked up the horse hoof gold, Han Anguo had long disappeared.

"Young master, where are you going?" Liu Tie and Zhou Yang walked side by side, looking at Chang'an Street where people and cars were coming and going, and asked.

"Store around." Zhou Yang was in a good mood. In the past few days, Zhou Yang has been to the banquet in addition to attending the banquet. Although he was having a banquet with Li Guang and the others, he was happy, but after a long time, he became boring, so he might as well go out and have a walk.

Zhou Yang is now a famous person. If you want to go out, you really have to think about it and not show your true face. Otherwise, you will have to surround a large group of people wherever you go, and that feels really bad.

In order to come out this time, Zhou Yang could only use the same trick again, apply some ash on the bottom of the pot on his face, and a face that looked like powder became black immediately, much ugly, and he was not afraid of being recognized by others.

Wearing a thick kraft, wearing a squid, holding a wooden fan in his hand, dressed in a poor man.

The two left the mansion and wandered around the streets. Since they went to the north, they have not visited Chang'an well, and the more they visited, they have become fresher and fresher. Although the weather was cold and there were dark clouds in the sky, it seemed that it was going to snow heavily, but there were not fewer pedestrians on the street, but there were more.

As the end of the year is approaching, the people are preparing for the New Year, so naturally there are more people.

"Young master, there is a stall there. Do you want to go and have a look?" Liu Tie pointed in front.

Zhou Yang looked closely and saw a stall around the corner in front. It was better to be a street stall. A flag with the word "大" written on it, leaning against the wall. This is the stall.

There are two people under the Xiang brand, one old and one young. The old man has gray hair, a snow-white head, a thin body, leaning against the wall to take a nap. No one takes care of his business, and what else can he do if he doesn't take a nap?

The other person is a teenager, about fifteen or sixteen years old. He looks not pretty and doesn't look ugly. He is ordinary and very elegant in the crowd.

His eyes were very special, very bright, and when they were rotating, they had a sense of spirit.

"Master, someone is here." Young Master reminded.

"Is someone here?" The old man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as clear as water. He looked at Zhou Yang and Liu Tie who were stroking, and a smug look flashed across his face: "Xiao Shuozi, these are two fat sheep, don't miss them."

"Yes!" Xiao Shuozi stood up and smiled and greeted him: "Guest, do you want to see the photos?"

"Is it accurate to get along?" Liu Tie asked.

"allow!"

The old man blurted out, his face turned solemn, his chest was thrust, and he was quite proud: "This physiognomy is obtained from Mr. Guigu. Looking around the world, no one can pass it."

"Bor!"

Before Zhou Yang could speak, Liu Tie smiled and pushed Zhou Yang and said, "Young Master, let's go."

"Home, wait." Xiao Shuozi hurriedly stopped him: "Since he came, why not be the same as each other? Whether it is accurate or not, you will know it once."

"If you don't say it's Guigu's physiognomy, you're still interested in it." Liu Tie said disdainfully: "Mr. Guigu, a strange man hundreds of years ago, can you learn about his physiognomy? He doesn't even look at people."

The genius of Guiguzi's generation was a rare genius. He trained many disciples, Shang Yang, Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Pang Juan, and Sun Bin, all of them came from his disciples. He was very famous, and many olympians used his name to deceive people, and there were too many.

Physical skills are originally just a word for fraud, but there are tricks to cheat, and if you say too much, it makes people disbelieve it.

Zhou Yangda agreed with Liu Tie’s statement and nodded slightly: “We are not sheep, so we can let you slaughter.”

Zhou Yang's ears were good, and he heard the old man's words. The young man was stunned and felt a little embarrassed. However, the old man smiled very kindly and naturally: "The guest is a noble man and has a sign of a title. I congratulate the guest."

Liu Tie was very surprised. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he gave Zhou Yang a first step: "Famous, wealth and honor are all my hands, why do you do it?"

Zhou Yang didn't believe in these fortune tellers and took Liu Tie away.

After walking for a while, Zhou Yang suddenly turned around and looked around. Liu Tie was puzzled: "Young Master, what are you looking at? There is no one here."

"I always feel something is wrong, as if there are eyes staring at me." Zhou Yang was a little puzzled and looked around. Except for the two fortune tellers, there was no one there.

"Uh!" Liu Tie was so surprised that he couldn't even speak. He knew that Zhou Yang was definitely not the kind of suspicious person. Without this feeling, he wouldn't speak like this.

"Maybe, you don't need eyes to stare at people." Zhou Yang mocked himself, shook his head, and walked away quickly.

Liu Tie chased after him and asked, "Young Master, this old man fell in love with him in one sentence, why didn't you continue to meet?"

"Do you believe this?" Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Who doesn't want to listen to such good words? He doesn't know how many people he wants to say to. When he meets scholars, he says he has a great fortune; when he meets vendors, he says he will make a fortune in business; when he meets an official, he says he has a good fortune... Some people always like to listen to good things."

This said the secret of fortune tellers who tell fortunes and judge fortunes, and Liu Tie was shocked. In the Han Dynasty, people were particularly afraid of fortune telling. Zhou Yang's words were nothing in modern society. In the Han Dynasty, they must be shocking, and Liu Tie could not be shocked.

Zhou Yang walked away quickly, and Liu Tie had to keep up.

"Master, why do you always say something about being a marquis and being a prime minister? Don't you say anything else?" Xiao Shuozi complained: "You have said this all day long, I don't know how many times you say it."

The old man looked at the direction of Zhou Yang's departure, with a look of confusion: "This man's life is so bizarre, I can't calculate it."

"Master, you haven't really learned Guigu Physicography. Is there anything you can count on?" Xiao Shuozi shook his head.

"Who said I didn't learn Guigu Physician?" The old man looked stern and a little annoyed.

"You learn, you learn." Xiao Shuozi was a little funny: "You say this every day, and even I believe it. Hey, someone is here again. Master, this time, you say something nice, don't say anything like being a marquis or a minister. This is a servant, you say that the master will give him more commissions."

After giving instructions, Xiao Shuozi stepped forward and stopped the man: "Guest, do you want to meet him?"

This person is nothing but Zheng Qing. He pointed at the shop owner and chased his father Yan to come here. When he heard this, he was stunned and stunned for a while. He was about to ask if he had seen a poor man, but the old man sighed: "Young man, you have a good fortune in this way."

Zheng Qing shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart, "What's the best place? If life is good, how can you have food, not enough food, and not warm clothes?"

The old man stood up, looked around Zheng Qing and nodded, "The bones are good, the appearance is strange, the fate is good, and the official position is the title of marquis!"

Xiao Shuozi sighed in his heart, saying that if you say something about a servant, isn’t that to Niu Tanqin? If you want to process money for him, that’s right. He wanted to remind the old man, but he had no way to interrupt and could only complain in his heart.

Zheng Qing smiled miserably and sighed: "Mr. Xie is auspicious! It is enough to live a slave without being beaten or scolded. How can you be granted a title to a marquis!"

Isn’t this a mistake? Xiao Shuozi secretly said in his heart that he had no money for food.

"Fate is changing, and fortune is changing freely. Young people now live under others. Don't be discouraged. There are noble people who will help you achieve fame and fortune!" The old man looked solemn, but he said a lot of encouragement.

Zheng Qing shook his head and took out a few coins from his arms. Before he could hand them out, Xiao Shuozi was overjoyed. He held his hands and feet in his hands and kept saying, "Mr. Xie! Mr. He is soaring to the top and become successful as soon as possible!"

Zheng Qing smiled and was about to leave, but shouted to the old man: "Slow down!"

I took out a piece of stuff in my arms and wrapped it in a piece of gauze. I don’t know what it was, and handed it to Zheng Qing: “Young people, there are noble people who will help you in the road ahead, hurry up and catch up. This thing is less than a hundred feet away, so don’t be dismantled.”

Zheng Qing didn't take it seriously, so he took it and walked forward. The way he went was exactly where Zhou Yang left just now.

"Master, ginger is still so spicy, this is OK, I have food to eat today." Xiao Shuozi threw away the copper coins in his hand.

"Let's go." The old man grabbed the flag of the minister and strode away.

"Master, why are you going? The Feng Shui here is good, it looks good." Xiao Shuozi was a little reluctant: "Master, are you afraid that he will regret it and ask for money when he comes back?"

"I'm not afraid that he will ask for money, I'm not afraid that he will come back and pay me back the money." The old man walked faster.

"Bor!" Xiao Shuozi smiled: "Master, we don't even have money for food, where does the money come from?"

He followed the old man and left.

Let’s talk about Zheng Qing, holding things in his hand, walked a hundred feet away, lifted up the cloth piece, and wanted to see what was in the middle of it. The gurban was opened, and when he saw it, he was shocked.

It was a cake of horseshoe gold, shining with golden light in the sunlight, which was particularly dazzling.

Although Zheng Qing was born in poverty, he had a unique vision. You can tell at a glance that this is real horse hoof gold, not fake.

This old man didn't get along with him, but he actually gave him a cake of horseshoe gold. Why is this? How precious is a cake of horseshoe gold? Zheng Qing saved money and did not have to worry about food and clothing for half his life. This is a generous gift.

Zheng Qing is a humble gentleman. Although his family is poor and needs money, he dare not collect it. He ran back quickly and wanted to return the gold to the old man. However, when he returned to the front of the court stall, where was there anyone there?

"This..." Zheng Qing was anxious and wanted to pay back the money but couldn't find anyone. Is there such a thing in the world?

Inadvertently, I saw a word on the gauze, which read "This gold is given to someone who is destined to be."

The old man sincerely gave him gold. Zheng Qing was moved and kowtowed to the couple: "Mr. Xie! Mr. He is so kind to him, Zheng Qing dares not forget it!"
Chapter completed!