Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

The second year of Guanghe was a bleak year for five-year-old Cao Ang.

Under the successive attacks of cold air, Western Qiang and epidemic diseases, Liangzhou is becoming more and more unsuitable for the elderly, weak, women and children to live.Finally, at the beginning of the year when the weather was changing, Zhang Weng, who had always been kind to him like a grandfather, and his biological mother, Mrs. Liu, passed away one after another.

Two layers of filial piety were added to the body, forcing the young Cao's eldest son to grow up.While following his father's observance of filial piety and etiquette, he began to learn how to treat others.

"At Mr. Zhang's age, it can be regarded as the end of life. And you and your father are not the real children of the Zhang family, so you must pay special attention to your words and deeds." While arranging the mourning clothes made of fine linen for Xiao Cao Ang, the aunt, Ding, While teaching him, "Actually, you just need to remember a little bit. You spontaneously went to observe the filial piety because you were grateful for Zhang Gong's kindness. Any quarrels between the Zhang family have nothing to do with you."

Cao Ang twitched his nose that was red from the cold: "I know, I miss Zhang Weng."

"En." Ding helped him fasten his belt, put on a white padded robe, and turned his gaze to Cao Cao who had appeared at the door at some time.

Cao Cao cleared his throat: "Cough. Your mother is right. When you arrive at Zhang's house, talk less and read more. I will teach you later." He bent down slightly, took the eldest son's little hand, and bid farewell to his wife. Then I went to Zhang's mansion next door.

Without a strict patriarch, the Zhang family has become a pool of muddy water.

Zhang Huan's eldest son, Zhang Zhi, is a literati and a famous calligrapher all over the country.In later generations, he can dominate the calligraphy history of Wei and Jin Dynasties together with Zhong Yao, Wang Xizhi, and Wang Xianzhi; in today's world, his cursive script has also become famous.But for an artist who has achieved the ultimate, there is a high probability that he will not have more effort to inherit the political legacy of his father.

Zhang Zhi is not a monster, so of course he is no exception.He didn't know how to lead troops to fight, and even refused to be recruited by the court, and he devoted himself to pursuing his art.

If the eldest son is like this, the younger brothers below will start to move around.

Key question [-]: How to divide the private soldiers left by Zhang Huan?

Key question [-]: After the three-year filial piety period is over, who will inherit the resources of the Zhang family and become the prefect of Wuwei?

If these two problems are not resolved, Cao Cao will not look good to the Zhang family's children.He is a person with a foreign surname, and he was favored more than his own family when the old man was alive; when the old man died, he dragged his family to keep his filial piety, what did he want?Is this for a share?

Zhang Zhi had already withdrawn from the competition, so he was the only one who expressed guilt to Cao Cao: "The children in the family are short-sighted, but I made Meng De a joke."

Cao Cao took Xiao Cao Ang and knelt in the corner by himself, his eyes were still red. "What a wise man the general was during his lifetime..." Unexpectedly, his descendants did not live up to it.

The two adults sighed at each other again.

"Boying." Cao Cao wiped away his tears, "The general told me before his death that the Qiang people held borders every year, and the situation in the court became more and more corrupt. What he worried about most were the sons of Xiwen. You... If you want to, I will escort you to live in the Central Plains."

Zhang Zhi smiled wryly: "I will always guard my father for three years."

"Three years later, I will come to Liangzhou to look for you again."

Zhang Zhi was startled suddenly: "What Meng De means is that he wants to leave?"

Cao Cao nodded: "After the general's burial, I will leave after July [-]th. Originally, I wanted to stay in Liangzhou to take care of each other, but it seems...instead, the gentlemen misunderstood me."

"My family is sorry for Meng De." Zhang Zhi looked even more distressed, "Meng De has a boy to ride, and he has his own family to help him. Isn't that what they said?"

"Boying's words are wrong. Without a general, I'm just an eunuch and a dude. No matter what happens in the future, I will never forget the kindness of the Zhang family." When Cao Cao spoke, his eyes looked straight ahead, his facial muscles tensed Dead tight, so no emotion can be seen.

Zhang Huan has made great achievements in the war, and now he is implicated by the party. He is the object that the aristocratic family is willing to come to gain prestige.For two consecutive months, from the time when the coffin was stopped to when it was buried in the ground, there was an endless stream of people from all over the world who came to express their condolences.Even Duan Jiong, his deadly rival, sent a twelve-character sacrificial speech in his own name.

Only the imperial court did not.

"The general used to be Jiuqing during his lifetime, so there should be a ghost vessel given by the palace, the emperor's envoy presides over the funeral, and hundreds of officials will send it off (Note [1])." Cao Cao said to Cao Ang, "Now it is like this, and it is said that it is the emperor. It shows the determination of the party, but it is an insult to the Zhang family in a small way. This is also the reason why the masters of the Zhang family are indignant."

Cao Ang is Cao Cao's eldest son, and now he is adopted at the knee of his first wife. Cao Cao has high hopes for him.

As a novice father, Cao Cao carried out education almost exactly according to Cao Teng's model in memory.When I was five years old, politics lessons were mixed with etiquette and culture lessons. In addition, I had to practice swords and horseback riding.Even in the period of filial piety, homework is never missed.

Education changes people.

When returning home in the spring, Cao Ang's older sister and younger brother were still sitting in the bullock cart being hugged by their wet nurse. Cao Ang was able to ride a horse for half an hour every day.He was young, so he rode with Cao Cao, and his body was protected by his father's arms, which was also very stable.

Half a legitimate son is different from a concubine's brothers and sisters.

Even the deceased Liu was honored by him, and the coffin was able to return home. "Although the concubine's room does not enter the ancestral grave, but for the sake of A Ang, we can't let her be buried too far away from the ancestral grave." Ding said so, and Cao Ang also inherited the love of his aunt.

The plain coffin followed behind the convoy.Cao Ang went to burn a piece of sacrificial oration every day, and then served a cup of soup to his aunt.Even the Ding family sighed: "Aang is really stable." Talking about pure filial piety is a cliché for later generations. The arrogant wife of the Eastern Han Dynasty valued Cao Ang's character and talent-the potential to be the heir of the family. It is worth her cultivation.

At the end of March, after crossing the precipitous Hangu Pass and driving for another two days, you can see the lush Shanglin Garden.

The scale of the royal garden is getting bigger and bigger, it seems that a spring hunting event has just been held.But in stark contrast, there are some depressed houses and the occasional barren fields.This year is another year of epidemics.

Cao Cao sighed and pricked his son with his beard. "You are unlucky, you were born at this time." Then he led people to detour from the north of Luoyang City.His goal is Cao's courtyard in the eastern suburbs.

"Go to Luoyang to visit your grandfather first, and then take your mother back home. You can't pass Luoyang without visiting your elders."

Cao Ang nodded his head: "OK."

The son is well-behaved, and the closer he is to the east of the city, the more familiar the surrounding scenes become.Cao Cao couldn't help being happy, and he pointed his horsewhip in front of him: "When I was younger than you, I also lost my mother. At that time, your second uncle and I lived in this other courtyard for our mother's filial piety."

"Father's mother, that is grandmother." Cao Ang raised his head and asked if he didn't understand, "But doesn't Luo Yang also have a grandmother?"

"That grandmother is the continuation of your grandfather."

Cao Ang: "Oh?"

He knew the concubine, but this was the first time he knew about the continuation, so he couldn't help listening to Cao Cao's explanation: both of them were concubine wives, and they both gave birth to sons, but in terms of inheritance rights, the heirs of the original spouse had more priority. "I've heard that stepmothers and sons don't get along in other people's families, but your current grandmother is quite upright."

The kindergarten child nodded: "I know, I will be filial to my grandmother."

Cao Cao said with a straight face: "If she has something wrong, you will not be filial to your grandmother?"

"You must also be filial to your grandmother." Cao Ang's face wrinkled into a ball, "But...but..."

"But at the same time protect yourself."

Xiao Cao Ang frowned: "That's it, thank you father for teaching me."

Cao Cao stroked the top of his eldest son's hairless head, feeling relieved. "In the blink of an eye, Aang is already this big. This year, not only will you meet your grandparents, but you will also be able to meet your second uncle."

Sitting on the bullock cart, Ding was a little surprised: "Erlang is also coming to Luoyang?"

"I haven't seen her for five years. No matter how much work there is in Jiaozhou, it's time to come back."

Ding's expression was complicated for a while: "Is Erlang still single?"

Cao Cao snorted, "I can afford to take care of you."

"Why can't Erlang support himself? She can do more than a man." Ding said angrily, and then carried Cao Ang, who was already showing a tired look, back to the ox cart, "Aang, your second uncle is coming back. She has paid a lot for the Cao family, you have to respect her, you know?"

Ding's speech was able to pinpoint Cao Cao's pulse, so Cao Cao let his wife go to popularize science for his son.

For Cao Sheng, the second uncle, Cao Ang has always listened to it as a legend.Good looks, high IQ, high popularity, gender mystery, whereabouts mystery, asset mystery, isn't it just a legend?

Even though he was mentally prepared, when Cao Ang saw his second uncle for the first time, he was still stunned.

It was early summer, and the old locust tree in front of the other courtyard was covered with flowers.Cao Ang played with his sister and brother under the tree.The elder sister, Ah Zhen, is a little princess. When there are no adults around, she shows a bit of a temper, instructing her younger brothers to pick up Sophora japonica flowers in a decent manner.

"Aang, Ah Shuo, pick up some more, and ask the wet nurse to steam flower cakes for us to eat later."

"Sophora japonica is bitter in taste, cold in nature, and can clear the liver and stop bleeding." A cold voice suddenly sounded, and said leisurely, "But a little girl like Ah Zhen, and a born with a weak spleen and stomach like Ah Shuo, shouldn't eat more "The person who spoke seemed to be a passer-by who happened to walk to the gate of another courtyard, or like a wandering immortal who suddenly appeared.

Black hair and jade face, plain clothes and wide sleeves.

Both ordinary and ethereal.

Princess Azhen's eyes widened: "You... who are you? How do you know our names?"

The adult in front of him bent his mouth, as if he remembered something interesting.She squatted down slowly, keeping her eyes at the same level as the children: "It's the first time we meet, children, I'm Cao Sheng."

Cao Ang was the first to react, and he stammered hello: "Second...Second Uncle."

"Yeah. Aang." She smiled, a smile that made people happy.

It turns out that this is the second uncle.According to legend, the second uncle who was famous as a child prodigy in Luoyang at the age of three, the second uncle who wrote "Cao's Arithmetic" famous all over the world at the age of 20, and the second uncle who annotated the "Book of Filial Piety" with the great Confucianism at the age of 25...the etiquette is informal , Like a spring breeze, it is really better to see it than hear it a hundred times.

The author has something to say: Note [1]: The funeral specifications of the scholar-bureaucrats in the Eastern Han Dynasty may be wrong, please correct me.