The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

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When the library was about to close, a middle-aged scribe who was busy with travel and dust came outside the recruiting hall.

Recruitment?

The scribe looked up at the name on the plaque, sneered, and walked into the hall.

Xu Jing took the initiative to greet him, Xi Ce had just left for a while, when he was away, he was in charge of all the daily affairs in the museum.

"Brother, did you come here to meet the virtuous?" Xu Jing greeted him politely. He saw that the person had plump brows and bright eyes, and he was very good in terms of clothing and spirit.If it is a generation with real talents and real learning, you can't neglect it.

The clinker middle-aged scribe ignored him, but glanced around at the students and scholars in the library, and asked, "Are you all talented people recruited here?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "talented person", as if disdainful.

Hearing his tone, a scholar in long gown got up from his seat and replied displeasedly: "What's the matter!"

The middle-aged scribes were not annoyed, and started to sneer: "Since you are a talented person, you must be well-educated. It just so happens that I have a problem next, please feel free to answer it."

"Please enlighten me."

When the students and scholars in the hall saw someone coming to kick the hall looking for a stab, they all looked over.

They are the ones who have been selected out of all kinds of tricks. If someone comes here to make trouble, they can't shrink back, let alone run away timidly, making this recruiting hall a laughing stock.

I must answer well, so that this guy can retreat in the face of difficulties.

The scholars in the museum thought so in their hearts.

The middle-aged scholar was not in a hurry, and talked slowly: "A few days ago, I bought a wooden ladle from the market and wanted to use it to scoop up the turbid river. So I would like to ask everyone, when will I be able to empty the turbid river?" ?”

"This……"

Everyone in the museum hesitated at this moment, showing embarrassment, racking their brains to think about this extremely tricky question.

Some say ten years, some say 20 years.

Some people also say that the river water is flowing, and it is impossible to scoop it up in a lifetime.

Seeing that no one gave a definite answer, the middle-aged scribe smiled even wider, and said with a sneer: "It's better than this."

In his early years, he had been apprenticed to Taiwei Chen Qiu, and he was quite famous in the local area.Later, he was recommended by the county magistrate to become Xiaolian, and the imperial court also worshiped him as a doctor.

When everyone thought that he could go straight to the sky, the weather was not good and brought him a serious illness, which forced him to resign and go home.

This time, he came to Chang'an alone, because he wanted to rely on the sliver of incense from his mentor Chen Qiu to seek refuge with the current Taifu Ma Richan and let him find an official position for him.

On the way here, he heard a lot about the recruiting hall.However, he lacks interest in this matter and feels that it is difficult to make a big deal.

On the way to Ma Richan's mansion, he passed by here, so he stopped by to have a look, wanting to see what the humble scholars who recruited are capable of.

Ordinary Confucianism may not be difficult for these students, so he came up with a slanted sword.

Seeing that no one answered, the middle-aged scribe became more and more complacent, looking at the contemplative crowd with contempt in his eyes, after all, he was born in a poor and humble family, so he couldn't get on the stage.

"May I ask your Excellency how much the wooden gourd can hold? If it is as big as the Zhuohe River, then one gourd is enough; if it is half the size of the Zhuohe River, then two gourds are needed. So please tell me first, how much does the wooden gourd hold?"

A clear voice sounded.

When everyone heard this answer, their expressions were shocked, it was absolutely perfect.

They followed the voice and wanted to see who the 'superior' who could answer this question would be.

At the door, a thin figure leaned against the threshold, with disdain on his handsome face.

The boy was not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had a rare white fox face, and he wore a green shirt, which made him a little more carefree and carefree.

It was none other than Guo Jia.

When Xi Ce left, the waist pendant was left in the hall, and he came here to retrieve it for Xi Ce.

As a result, he happened to hear the scribe's aggressiveness, so he spoke back.

These days, except for sleeping, Xi Ce stays here almost all the time.It is not only to recruit available talents for Lu Bu, but also to recruit as many humble bachelors as possible.

If no one can answer Caicai's question, once it gets out, the recruiting center will definitely become the laughing stock of the entire Chang'an City.

In order not to ruin the drama's hard work, Guo Jia, a prodigal son by nature, finally stood up.

The scribe followed the voice and turned his head back, seeing that the person who answered his question was actually a handsome young man, thinking that it was just a coincidence that he bumped into him, so he asked again: "Excuse me, my friend, does the sky have a head?"

What's the problem?

Everyone in the library was at a loss. For the first time, they felt that the books they had read for so many years had been read for decades.

Guo Jia replied unhurriedly: "Yes."

"Where is it?" the scribe asked.

"It's in the west. The poem says: 'It's the west.' Based on this, the head is in the west."

"Does the sky have ears?"

"The sky is high and the hearing is low. The poem says: 'The crane crows in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the sky.' If it has no ears, how can it be heard?"

"Is there enough in the sky?"

"Yes. The poem says: 'The sky is difficult, but the son is not hesitant.' If it has no feet, how can it be walked?"

The two quickly asked questions and answered quickly without any pause in between. The people watching the battle couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all, and their heads were swinging from side to side between the two of them.

"Does heaven have a surname?"

"Have."

"What's your last name?"

"The last name is Liu."

"How do you know it?"

"The Son of Heaven's surname is Liu, so I know him by that."

"Sun was born in the East?"

"Although born in the east, but not in the west."

After these words fell, the hall fell into a brief silence.