Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 59

The carriage drove slowly, Su Zhao looked calm, picked up the scroll in one hand, changed the subject, and asked, "Is this the book written by Yan Chang from Qi?"

Chen Shao nodded, and said: "The biography of Mrs. Yan is all contained in it, and there are also some pros and cons of governing after ten years of painstaking efforts after the failure of the Chu State. Your Majesty can use this to observe him. political thinking."

Su Zhao looked at it with a very concentrated expression. After a long time, he sighed and said, "It's really an eye-opener. I don't think Yanzi can also master the art of breeding."

It is worthy of being from the country of Qi with developed commerce and trade.

Yan Chang reminded him of a person, that is, Guan Zhong of the Huaxia Earth in his previous life, who left behind not only the well-known allusions such as Guan Baozhijiao, but also a sentence from Confucius, "Wei Guan Zhong, I was sent to the left." ".

The "Guanzi" written by him is an encyclopedia of state governance.

The idea of ​​economic warfare originated from this book.

"It's also a world of great controversy. There are pre-Qin masters in that world, and this world is not too far behind." Su Zhao's expression was silent, and he felt a little emotional in his heart. He couldn't help but feel a little more about Yan Chang, a talented musician. Looking forward to it, but right now I still have to see Shentu Fan.

During the conversation between the monarch and his ministers, the road didn't look boring, and they arrived at Sanhuai Village before they knew it.

Su Zhao and Chen Shao got off the carriage, and on the other side, Wei Xiangge also got off the carriage and stood behind Su Zhao, looking around curiously.

In the distance, the fields are flat and the houses look like houses. A shepherd boy riding a cow, holding a wooden flute and playing a melodious tune, walks slowly across the grassland in the forest.

Yellow-haired hair hanging down the side of the road and playing, the old man chatting and laughing under the shade of the locust tree, the sound of chickens and dogs is faintly heard, and a peaceful and sparse pastoral picture slowly comes into view.

But when Xu Shi saw a stranger coming to the village, all the old and young people at the entrance of the village looked at Su Zhao and his party curiously.

They didn't dare to go forward to ask. Some women even hugged the little boy in their arms who suddenly stopped talking. The little boy buried his head behind the women's shoulders, but with big watery, black grape-like eyes, he peeked at it from time to time. , his eyes fell on the waist knife slung around Peng Ji's waist behind Su Zhao.

Chen Shao obviously knew the way, he stretched out his hand and said, "My lord, it's not far ahead, follow me."

Seeing the scene like a devil entering the village, Su Zhao paused slightly, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, nodded to Chen Shao, and walked away, but at this moment, he heard a noise from a child at the intersection There was the sound of playing, and suddenly, a polo made of cattail grass flew towards the place where Chen Shao stood.

Judging by the posture, it was actually hitting the head.

"Be careful."

Before Su Zhao frowned and stepped forward to make a move, Wei Xiangge, who was at the side, had quick eyes and quick hands, stepped forward in two or three steps, and took the polo made of cattail grass into his palm.

"Is Chen Qing okay?" Su Zhao hurriedly stepped forward, asked in a low voice, and looked at Chen Shao with concern.

At this moment, four or five and a half children, about eight or nine years old, male and female, came running from the alley. Looking at Su Zhao and his group, he wanted to go forward but dared not.

Peng Ji snorted coldly, glared at him, and moved forward to drive away, but Su Zhao's deep voice came from his ear, "Don't make mistakes."

Peng Ji paused, and took back the steps he took.

"Lieutenant Peng, you don't have to be like this, kid." Chen Shao persuaded with a smile.

Here, Wei Xiangge is already holding the ball, and the polo stays back and forth on the feet. Child, handed it over, "Here."

A girl in a floral dress blushed and grinned with a gaping tooth. She boldly raised her head and said, "Big Sister, come play with us."

Wei Xiangge smiled brightly, and coaxed softly: "Sister has something else to do, so I can't play with you."

As he spoke, he stroked the little girl's head with a gentle and pampering movement.

And the interaction between one big and one small seemed to ease the dignified atmosphere brought by these uninvited guests.

Su Zhao looked at the scene of Wei Xiangge and the children having fun, and couldn't help laughing. The cold and indifferent eyes in the past were much softer.

Xiangge is innocent and innocent, always giving him many surprises.

The people left the village entrance, walked about a stone's throw away, and came to a house with green walls and an area of ​​​​acres. Before the threshold, there were three stone steps paved with gravel, which were spotless. with.

"My lord, I'll go up and knock on the door."

Peng Jiweng said in a tone of voice, and stepped forward.

However, at this moment, not far behind him, he heard a calm and suspicious voice, "Who are you, who are you?"

A tall young man in a coarse blouse put down a bundle of firewood on his shoulders, and looked at them with a surprised expression. On the high eyebrows, two crouching silkworm eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a gleam in the tiger's eyes. With a trace of vigilance, he looked at Su Zhao and his party.

Su Zhao also looked at the young man.

I saw him in his early 20s, seven feet long, with a wide mouth, a short beard under his jaw, a hulking back, a black iron ax pinned to his waist, and the faint aura of real energy on his body.

Innate warrior?
"This brother invites you." Su Zhao slightly nodded at him, smiled and said with cupped hands.

At this time, Chen Shao walked out from the side, and said with a smile: "It's only been a while since I visited Duke Shentu, so does Xiao Guowei not recognize Chen?"

The person in front of him is Shen Tuqi.

The young man saw Chen Shao now, his vigilance and vigilance disappeared slightly, he smiled embarrassedly, cupped his hands and said, "I don't know if Mr. Chen is in front of you, I'm sorry, Mr. Chen is looking for something to do with my grandfather?"

Shentu Fan was over sixty years old and had five sons, all of whom were soldiers. Two sons died in the king's affairs and died in the battlefield for the country of Yan. There were three other sons who were married and lived nearby. This is the youngest son. Shen Tuqi, came to deliver firewood to my father.

On the way, Chen Shao once introduced the recent situation of Shentu's family. Su Zhao had already been familiar with it by heart. When he looked at Shentuqi, seeing that he was a congenital warrior, he felt like a lost treasure in his heart.

Chen Shao said with a smile: "There are indeed some things that I want to ask Lord Shentu for advice."

Shen Tuqi had already noticed Su Zhao, and saw that Chen Shao was half a stature behind the young man, and he was very respectful to Su Zhao in his speech and demeanor, his heart shivered, and he had some vague guesses about his identity.

To be honest, even though Su Zhao's clothes are simple and his expression is gentle at the moment, it's really hard to ignore the dignified dignity of the long-standing superiority and the occasional glimpse of Gu Panzixiong in his warm eyes.

Shen Tuqi frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Grandpa has been used to being carefree all these years, I'm afraid he might not want to see this young master."

Su Zhao didn't think he was disobedient, and said with a smile, "I've heard about Shentu's reputation for a long time, but I just came here on the side of Yuan Keng, and today I'm taking the liberty to visit the door to disturb you, so please help me, brother."

As he spoke, he winked at You Jiang who was beside him.

You Jiang greeted Peng Ji, took out silk and gifts from the carriage base, and presented them to him.

"It's just a small gift, just a small talk."

Shen Tuqi didn't look at the gift, but just looked at Su Zhao with Shen Yi's eyes for a while, and said: "Come in with me, but Grandpa probably hasn't woken up yet."

As he said, he stepped forward and gently opened the door, and everyone couldn't help but relax their steps.

(End of this chapter)