Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

Xuzhou is surrounded by mountains to the west and sea to the east.

If you stand on the alluvial plain of Yihe River and look northwest, you can see the remaining veins of Mount Tai stretched by ravines, like towering turquoise platforms.Last winter, the black armored army poured down from that high platform like a waterfall, breaking down Xuzhou's defense line.

On that day, Xuzhou finally remembered what kind of a hardened army Cao Cao's main force was in the South and North Wars.

It is different from the Taishan County soldiers who can rob wantonly, different from the bandits and bandits who are free and undisciplined, and even different from the most elite trilogy of aristocratic families.They conquered and conquered, no matter whether it was a gentle summation, a mountain of gold and silver, or a tall and strong city wall, they could not attract a wavering look.

Dong'an, Yangdu, and Linyi were the first to bear the brunt, and none of them were spared.

In the blink of an eye, it is spring again, Yishui melts into ice, and a dark green river tide emerges, trickling.Green bean seedlings grow in the fields on both sides of the bank, and catkins are flying every now and then.But the land has changed owners.Along the south bank of the river, the refurbished rammed earth road stretches out, leading to the strange military camp.

Qingzhou soldiers were originally the Yellow Turbans of Zhang Jiao's era.Some outstanding generals have also emerged among them, such as Guan Hai, but 90.00% of them are just ordinary farmers.Since being incorporated by Cao Cao, the group of people who are most attached to the land have been farming in Yanzhou for several years, while the rest of them have been raised by the troubled times and prefer to travel around.

Then build the road.

It has been seven years since Daojiying was established, and it will always go to the land newly occupied by Cao Cao.From Qingzhou to Yanzhou, from Hedong to Jiujiang, now they have come to Xuzhou.Overcoming the altitude of the mountains was an obstacle, but after leaving the vast mountains and coming to the Yishui Plain, everything entered their familiar rhythm.

Ten miles and one post station, built a medical hall in the county.

It's a pity that there are far fewer grassroots officials who come to Xuzhou than elsewhere.

For Peng Hu, the propagandist of the Daoji Camp, this is a bit troublesome - what he promised to the local children may not be fulfilled in a short time.Counting the remaining sweet potato candies in the jar, the broad-faced man sighed, put all the candies into his cloth pocket, and walked out of the camp gate.

With the spring breeze blowing, children in short linen jackets with braids upside down were playing on both sides of the road. When they saw Peng Hu's figure, they abandoned the flying butterflies one after another, and gathered them like iron beads seeing a magnet.

"Pengtou." They imitated the official dialect and called him, vividly.

"There's not much candy left today." Peng Hu squatted down, with the five fingers of his right hand spread out to protect the opening of the cloth pocket, "Only those who answer the questions can eat candies."

"Okay—" the children said in unison, responding to him childishly.

"Then number one, what is five plus five?"

"ten!"

"Okay, Zhuzi, catch it. Second, who is the leader of our Daoji camp?"

"It's General Lee."

"No, it's the one-eyed Xiahou Dun."

"You're not right, Xiahou Dun is leading the black soldiers."

"It's Cao Cao."

"It's Pengtou, it's Pengtou." The youngest child suddenly yelled, "Peng-tou-er-"

The children's words caused laughter, and even the women who were watching from a distance at the entrance of the village showed a slightly relaxed expression.

Peng Hu served as an envoy for loose sugar for a while, and told a few stories about Xu County before he finished his morning work.He nodded to the old men and women who were enjoying the shade under the big tree. Regardless of those complicated gazes, he walked along the rammed earth road towards the construction site.

There are propaganda soldiers like him in every camp.It seems that termites are all-pervasive, eroding on this barren dam in Xuzhou, bit by bit.

Downstream from the construction camp where Peng Hu was located, the first city is Yangdu.

There is no elementary school in Yangdu, only a warehouse of the Mi family, which was converted into a middle school, and a few Confucian students who were close to Cao were invited to lead the young people to read poems and write Fu.

"Zhibi Beishan, talk about harvesting Qi; together with scholars, work day and night; the king's affairs are exhausted, worrying about my parents. Under the sky, is it the king's land; on the shore of the land, is it the king's minister; if the officials are not equal, we Engage in solitude..."

It was close to noon, and the bright sunlight shone into the corner under the eaves, and the moss that had been lonely for a long time showed a green color.And three feet above the moss is the propped up window, and the sound of reading books floats out from inside, circling.

But there was a young boy with disheveled hair squatting by the fence, taking a small branch and poking the soil one after another.A small hole five centimeters deep had been poked in the ground, and he threw away the branch in boredom and stood up.

As soon as Fang stood up, the boy met a strong man face to face.

"Little baby, why don't you go to school? Play truant?"

The boy snorted: "I read that kind of rotten book a few years ago."

"Oh?" The second mature male voice sounded, "Then I will test you, what is the next sentence of 'Jia I am not old'?"

It was only then that the young boy noticed that there was a group of ox carts parked beside the road outside the fence, about five or six of them, and the people who spoke to him came from the side of the group. "Why should I endorse you?" The teenager was like a threatened cat, "If I don't answer, are you going to beat me?"

"It's not enough to beat you." The second guard who came over scratched his face, and then gave a smirk, "But I will tell your master, and let him punish you."

"He won't punish me." There was a sarcasm on the young man's face that didn't match his age, "Do you think this is your school in Yanzhou? Those rotten scholars just want to teach us to be stupid. How can we control people's progress?" ?”

His high-pitched juvenile voice attracted more attention.Two more people dressed as guards came over and said with a joke: "We only heard that reading makes people wise, so what do you mean by teaching people to be stupid?"

The young man poked his neck arrogantly: "I can't tell you clearly."

"Can you tell me clearly?" Behind the overlapping men, a woman's voice suddenly sounded, like a yellow oriole piercing through the air.

The faces of the guards all changed. "My lord." They bowed their heads and parted a path so that the young man could see the woman's appearance.

She has a pale face that can blur her age. Although a few shallow wrinkles can be seen at the corners of her eyes, there is still a lively light in her eyes.Beauty, a high-ranking beauty.The boy's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously stroked his loose hair.

The woman is supported by a woman, and it has been more than two months since spring began, but she is still wearing a double-layered cotton cloak.Cyan dragged through the dust, approaching the boy step by step, and finally stopped four meters away.

"Say it?" She was smiling, as if she was careless, but what the boy felt was the pressure that could not be refused.

"In the schools in Yanzhou and Qingzhou, the first lesson for middle school students is "The Spirit of Law." The young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Afterwards, there were hundreds of lectures, based on Taoism, Law, Confucianism, and Mohism, all of which are indispensable. Science, engineering, agriculture, and arithmetic are included in the sciences, and the second is compulsory; poetry, Fu, history, and politics are included in the liberal arts, and the second is also compulsory before they can be considered as an introduction."

Probably driven by anger, he spoke more and more smoothly: "I have read Zhonghua Gong's "Hundred Schools of Thought"." Partial belief makes people ignorant, and speculation is the only way to learn. Therefore, every beginner must know hundreds of schools of thought. .' These are the words engraved on the first stone tablet in the Academy. But what about the Xuzhou Academy? You can’t hear a word of "Cao Fa", let alone the knowledge of a hundred schools of thought. Isn’t this the study of foolish people? It’s just Let us learn to obey."

The woman turned her head slightly and looked at a man dressed as an official: "Is that so?"

The official was sweating profusely: "Xuzhou is a new occupation after all, and the people are not convinced. The local Confucian scholars refused to give lectures, and the academic officials refused to come because Liu Bei hadn't been caught yet... just let them Read the Five Classics more."

"What a big air! The academic officer refuses to come, what about the medical officer? Is he also unwilling to come?" The woman turned cold.

"No, no, no. The medical hall has no deductions." The official repeatedly denied, "The doctors are benevolent, and they set up a temporary tent to see the doctor. The people praise it."

"Heh. Bring a pen and paper. Cough, cough." When she turned around, she touched the wound, and leaned towards the woman next to her when she couldn't stand still.The woman quickly supported her.The woman coughed on the servant's shoulder, and her brows frowned, like slightly undulating hills.

"My lord!" The guards were in a hurry, and rushed her back to the car, leaving the young man with a dazed expression on his face.

At this time, the school was over, and coupled with the commotion outside, the middle school students ran out of the house one after another, and even the teacher came out to watch the fun.Naturally, they saw the bewildered young man at first sight.

"Ah Liang, you're causing trouble again." Immediately, a sharp-eyed person shouted, "It's not enough to skip class, you even ran into an official."

The master also blew his beard and stared: "That is the new county magistrate from Yangdu, what have you done? If you violate the law and discipline, I can only send you to the official. Now your uncle is in trouble, but Can't help you."

The teachers have expressed their views, and the students are even more gloating:

"Relying on his ancestral background, he has read a few more books than us, so he looks down on people."

"It's okay to look down on us, and look down on the master. That's right."

"No son of the Chen family is as proud as he is, so I said he would get into trouble sooner or later."

"Ah Liang, listen to your classmate's persuasion, go and give a gift to the nobleman, and don't cause trouble for your uncle."

……

The young man had just recovered from the accident just now, when he heard the voices of condemnation overwhelming.He put his hips on his hips and said with a sneer: "First, you don't like me because the summer insects don't know the freezing season, and the sparrows can't talk about the heights of the swans. It's not my fault."

"Wow." The crowd exploded.How can the children who can enter the middle school not know the scriptures of "Summer insects can't speak ice" and "Swallows know the lofty ambitions", and they are immediately humiliated and flushed, and there are people who roll up their sleeves.

"Second!" The young man shouted loudly over the noise of the crowd, "Have I offended a nobleman, but I haven't been sentenced by the government. You are the ones who can't wait to convict me and pretend to be friends with classmates? Villainous face!"

"You—you don't know what's good or bad." It was probably the man named Chen Gongzi, whose nose was almost crooked from anger.

Several classmates surrounded the boy, pushing and shoving him in the blink of an eye.Although the young man was not thin and small, he was outnumbered after all. If the guards hadn't pulled the children away in time, the young man might suffer.

"What are you doing? Is this the custom of Xuzhou?" The bearded guard pulled the young man out of the crowd, patted the folds of his clothes, "You, my lord, I have something to tell you."

The hostess had stopped coughing and was sitting on the bullock cart with a copper kettle in her arms. "I didn't have time to answer your doubts just now." She said in a softer voice, like a wounded kingfisher, "What you said are all ideal truths. But so far, there are only a few schools where you can learn the knowledge of a hundred schools of thought. .And Xuzhou has not fully recognized the rule of the Cao family, and has not even paid a tax. If the academies and officials put forward a proposal to me that 'Xuzhou needs three years of domestication to gain political status', I can't blame them."

The political concepts involved in this passage are beyond the knowledge of middle school students, but the teenager just listened to her with wide eyes.

The woman put her hands on the railing: "You are a smart child, you should know that the so-called best education is not available to everyone. In the past, Qianshou did not have the opportunity to read and write. Today's Xuzhou ranks behind the other three prefectures. It is all policy. Because of the inclination. I have struggled half my life to let every child be able to learn about hundreds of schools of thought in childhood, but I have not been able to do it so far, so I am still on the way. Maybe I will never see that day in my life, but I There are disciples, disciples and disciples, as long as someone is willing to do it, it will be realized one day."

After she finished speaking this long paragraph, she closed her eyes tiredly.The woman beside her took out several bundles of books and placed them in front of the young man.

"These are all the theories of a hundred schools of thought. The master personally annotated and sorted them out. They are more suitable for study than the so-called ancient and isolated books that can be found on the market. You can choose three volumes as a reward for your outspoken advice."