Three Kingdoms Guo Jia's growth diary

There was a big gourd hanging on the cloth streamer of this Taoist, and there was something ghostly painted with cinnabar. Guo Jia carefully identified it, and found that it was a broken Tai Chi, Eight Diagrams, Yin and Yang fish pattern... and there was a big one and a small one mixed with it. Two balls of oil, is this old Taoist painting signs while eating roast chicken?

Guo Jia had teased Chen Qun with character testing before, and he knew a little about the methods, so he was not interested in character testing.However, judging from the age of this Taoist, there is a bunch of white hair in the middle of the top of his head, and the hem of his robe is wet with dew, slightly rolled up, as if he came on foot overnight.Guo Jia guessed that it was not easy for him to walk in the rivers and lakes, so he nodded and said, "Please go upstairs, Taoist priest, and sit for a while, let me think about it and see what to write."

Qian Yi, the treasurer of Qian, sent pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

The maid of Qiwu Pavilion served hot tea, plus four snacks and two plates of candied fruit.

The Taoist was not polite, he went upstairs in a leisurely manner, sat cross-legged on the mat, stretched out his hand to grab the dim sum on the plate, and put it in his mouth, he ate half of the plate of sesame crisps in an instant, and wiped his hands on the front of his clothes , squinting his eyes and smiling: "Pindao heard that the refreshments in Qiwu Pavilion are very good, and I have eaten them today. It really lives up to its reputation and is delicious."

This performance can be said to be quite rude, Qian Yi frowned slightly, and bowed back.

Guo Jia didn't mind at all, on the contrary, he found it interesting. Looking closely, he found that the Taoist's face was slightly stiff, and the pupil in his left eye was white and dull, as if he couldn't see it.

Guo Jia spread out the paper, picked up the Langhao pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "Xian".

The Taoist looked at Guo Jia and stroked his gray beard, "The word 'Xian' has two eyes and hands on top, and wealth on the bottom ('Xian' in traditional form). Binoculars refer to a person's gaze, which determines the person's vision." Whether the hand is extraordinary or not. The hand is in charge of the wealth below. This wealth is not only money, but also talent. If you follow the weather, you will be extremely dangerous and easily broken."

Guo Jia's heart tightened when he heard this, and he only heard the Taoist's voice become kind: "Please forgive me for speaking bluntly, the word "Xiao Langjun" imitated the handwriting of an old man and tested it for him, right? "

Downstairs is a lively street market with people coming and going.Upstairs, the old and the young sit opposite each other, as if they are outside the hustle and bustle of the floating world.Far and near, Guo Jia turned a deaf ear to all the noisy voices, and just stared at the word in front of him. This "virtuous" character, he deliberately imitated Xun Yu's handwriting, and wrote it very elegantly.

One day Cao Cao will be called the King of Wei, and Wen Ruo, who is loyal to the Han Dynasty, will be easily destroyed?

Guo Jia's bright look dimmed slightly, and then he felt relieved. He laughed, threw away the Langhao brush, and said, "As long as I'm still alive, I will never let him be broken by anyone."

The old Taoist tucked his reward into his sleeves and kicked down the stairs with his wooden clogs.He walked two streets, got into a small alley, leaned against a family's woodpile, poured some strangely colored liquid from a gourd, spread it evenly on his face, and slowly peeled off a fake mask. Dough.

In the blink of an eye, the travel-worn old Taoist disappeared, and a middle-aged Taoist with a clear appearance stood up, stroked the bamboo pole on which the cloth banner was hung, and said quietly: "Brother is hiding in the master's house of Qiwu Pavilion, and he will really enjoy himself. I regret exchanging names with my brother."

Many years ago, a middle-aged Taoist named Zuo Jian had a twin brother named Zuo Ci.He didn't think the name Zuo Jian sounded good, so he wanted to change it with his brother.

After Zuo Jian and Zuo Ci exchanged their names, their lives also switched.The elder brother was only born a short while before him, and he still looks exactly like him, but he is more likable than him in every way.That day, he was jealous and pretended to be his elder brother on purpose.He also didn't expect that the Daoist Nanhua who promised to accept his brother as an apprentice would bring him back to Tianzhu Mountain in a daze, accept him as an apprentice, and teach him all the alchemy techniques.

In fact, Zuo Ci didn't like alchemy that much, after being deprived of one eye by sparks sprayed out of the alchemy furnace, he was even more reluctant to do alchemy.Maybe back then, he shouldn't have pretended to be his elder brother.

Now, he is already a well-known alchemist Zuo Ci, and his Taoist name is Mr. Wujiao.And the elder brother, using his original name, as an alchemist Zuo Jian, was a guest in the Guo family in Yangdi, and his family name was unknown.But no one knew: Mr. Wujiao's elixir is just a legend, and the few gourd elixirs that Zuo Ci carried were all refined by Zuo Jian.

On Yuan Shao's side, in the banquet hall, the floor was paved with colored silk, and wine was boiled on copper tripods. Seats for civil servants and generals were arranged on the left and right.On the other side of the civil servants, two seats were surprisingly vacant, and none of the two counselors under Cao Cao's command came.

Cao Cao was a little embarrassed, and took the initiative to toast Yuan Shao and apologize. In fact, he didn't blame Guo Jia and Xi Fan for being unreliable.Because Yuan Shao always regarded Cao Cao as his subordinates, and Guo Jia and Xi Fan were his subordinates. They usually sat behind Cao Cao or stood behind Cao Cao when discussing together, and there was no separate seat at all.

Not long ago, Yuan Shao welcomed the envoys of the emperor, and was granted the title of Jizhou Shepherd and concurrently Qingzhou Shepherd. He was so happy that he held the banquet extraordinarily lively, and specially prepared seats for the civil servants and generals under Cao Cao's command, but when Cao Cao heard the news, At that time, Guo Jia and Xi Yan had already been approved by him to take a vacation, and he didn't know where they were wandering in Yecheng.

Some people don't know how to flatter and miss the banquet. Yuan Shao, who always cares about face, didn't get angry. He even patted Cao Cao on the shoulder, "Meng De, don't be used to those libertines. What about being late, leaving early, absent from work, and wearing women's clothing, just hit the board, really. If it doesn’t work, push it out and chop it up, and make an example to others.”

Cao Ying's generals all looked strange.

The generals of the Yuan camp: What are the strange things under Cao Gong's command?

Cao Cao suddenly choked and coughed violently.But he has not forgotten the ultimate goal of this trip: to ask the boss Yuan Shao for food.

Compared with Lu Bu, who regarded himself as the great benefactor of the Yuan family, asked for soldiers and food as soon as he came to Jizhou, and turned his nostrils to the sky after a victory, Cao Cao was capable and not greedy. To come all the way to help in the battle, to wipe out the poison in Heishan, and to defend against Gongsun Zan, we need a few necessities.

Yuan Shao readily agreed, and not only sent food and equipment, but also made an appointment with his younger brother Cao Cao: take a break and beat Yuan Shu together.

If you come out to mess around, you always have to pay it back. Yuan Shu didn't think of brotherhood, and pulled Gongsun Zan and Tao Qian against him. Don't blame him for mobilizing Cao Cao and Liu Biao to fight back.

It was a cloudy day when Cao Jun set off back to Yanzhou, and it started to rain lightly on the way.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, Guo Jia held the rein loosely, letting the horse know the way forward slowly.

Cao Ang rode over and put a bamboo hat on his head.

Guo Jia: "No, just a little drizzle."

Cao Ang didn't speak, and gave him a hard look.Guo Jia directly ignored his fierce eyes, took off the bamboo hat, and wanted to return it to Cao Ang.

At this moment, Cao Cao's car in front stopped suddenly, and an orderly ran over, panting and said, "Mr. Guo, my lord, please get in the car."

Guo Jia: "..."

Cao Ang refused to accept the bamboo hat, so he tore off his cloak, put it on Guo Jia's body, and galloped away.

Xi Yan pointed at the bamboo hat, and said delicately: "You can give this to me, huh?"

Guo Jia climbed into Cao Cao's carriage, uncharacteristically, he didn't chat casually or doze off lazily, but sat very quietly and upright.

"If you go out, you will be in the same car, and if you enter, you will have the same seat."

In the past, Guo Jia always felt that this was a high standard of courtesy, but just now, Cao Cao stretched out his hand to pull him into the car, and scratched his palm with his fingers, which carried a significantly different meaning.

Guo Jia couldn't figure it out: In terms of talent, he, Wen Ruo, and Zhicai were all on equal footing. It could be said that each had their own specialties and were evenly divided.In terms of appearance, it's even more wrong. Is there really nothing wrong with the protagonist's eyes?If he had to choose, he would definitely choose Wen Ruo.

A handsome man with fragrant sleeves is more attractive than a prodigal son no matter how you look at it.

Another day of doubting life.

After marching for half a day, I don't know if I have left the area covered by rain clouds, or if the rain stopped and the wind stopped naturally. Anyway, the sky cleared up and the air was particularly fresh.

These days, they are all open carriages with excellent views.Autumn in the northern country, the season of frost, the endless red and yellow leaves on the hills are rustling in the autumn wind, more enchanting than the spring flowers, blowing down in silence, light red and deep red, golden yellow and light yellow, thousands of brilliant and enchanting. Giving to the dust is melancholy for no reason.

Guo Jia rubbed the space between his brows, chose to keep a distance from the lord, and leaned against the car wall to rest.

Cao Cao refused to let him go, and moved over cheekily, almost touching his elbow.

Guo Jia: ...My lord, wake up, the great achievement of collecting fifteen women from other families and providing the people of China with after-dinner talk is still waiting for you to complete.

At lunch time, Cao Ang came to deliver food under the amazed eyes of everyone. There was a tray full of food, refreshments for Cao Cao, Hubing and side dishes for Guo Jia, and a bowl of hot ginger soup.

Although he drank ginger soup, Guo Jia still contracted the cold that night.A little drizzle, others were on their way in the rain all the way, nothing happened, only he fell down...

Guo Jia: I'm sorry for Xiu's cloak and ginger soup, and my lord's special care.

In order not to delay the speed of the march, Cao Cao sent someone to close the hood of the carriage with a curtain and change it into a carriage that could allow Guo Jia to lie down.

So, on the next road, the lord rode a horse, and Guo Jia lay lazily in the carriage, sleeping and resting, swaying all the way, similar to the feeling of sleeping in a cradle when he was a child, and swayed directly to the territory of Yanzhou.

Cao Cao enforced the law fairly and cared about people's livelihood. To ordinary people in Yanzhou, he was a good official.In every county that the army passed by, people came to comfort him with water and food.

Guo Jia ate the jujube cake Cao Ang sent, raised the curtain with his right hand, and watched Cao Cao chatting with the gray temples.

At this time, a man carrying a burden caught Guo Jia's attention. This man was tall and tall. Although he was wearing a bunt, his temperament was not like that of ordinary farmers, nor did he distribute food to soldiers like other common people, but he walked around Approaching Cao Cao, he put down his shoulder pole, with a fierce look in his eyes, and put his hand into the wooden bucket full of sesame seed cakes.

Guo Jia's pupils shrank, and he shouted loudly: "There are assassins, my lord, be careful!"