"Among Cao Cao's five strategists, Xun Yu is a great strategist and has the backing of the president. Xun You is a legendary strategist and a great tactical master. Two days ago, I have already revealed them to everyone.”
"Jia Xu, also known as Wen He, was a subordinate of Dong Zhuo. After Dong Zhuo died, he offered Li Jue and Guo Si a plan to attack Chang 'an. After Li Jue and the others failed, they became Zhang Xiu's strategists. Zhang Xiu had used his strategy to defeat Cao Cao twice. Before the battle of Guandu, he persuaded Zhang Xiu to surrender to Cao Cao. Cao Cao fought against Yuan Shao at Guandu and defeated Ma Chao and Han Sui at Tongguan, both of whom had Jia Xu's plot. Cao Cao occupied Jingzhou and wanted to take the opportunity to go down the river to dissuade Jia Xu. He said that he should appease the people and wait for the opportunity. Cao Cao did not listen and was defeated in the Battle of Red Cliff. Jia Xu secretly helped Cao Pi on the issue of Cao Cao's successor. Cao Pi later proclaimed himself emperor and granted him the title of Marshal and Marquis of Wei Shouxiang. Cao Pi asked whether he should destroy Shu or Wu first. Jia Xu suggested that he should first govern the country well before using force. Cao Pi did not listen. As expected, he returned without success. He died at the age of 77, and his posthumous title was Su Hou.”
"Jia Xu is skilled in dealing with changes. Li Jue, Guo Si, Duan Wei, Zhang Xiu, which of these bandits were easy to deal with? However, as long as Jia Xu spoke, they guaranteed to be obedient. Jia Xu was good at carefully observing the identity, situation, and personality of the person he was speaking to. He would adopt appropriate persuasion or response methods to make the other party obediently follow his words. Not only did he say what he saw, but he also said what he heard. He used the most practical and effective words to persuade the other party, and he would never be bound by his own city rules. It was precisely because of this perceptive and pragmatic way of thinking that Jia Xu once let Cao Cao taste a small defeat in terms of tactics, and let Ma Chao and Han Sui, these two muddle-headed fellows, suffer a crushing defeat."
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Well said!"
"Not bad, not bad indeed!"
"Little bastard, you're here again. Get lost! If you want to listen to books, give me the money!"
"Wah, wah, wah, help! You damned old man, stingy, narrow-minded, stop hitting me. I want to curse you. I curse you to have a son without an asshole and a daughter with two asshole."
As the saying went, there was heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. Although the rich Yangzhou could not compete with Hangzhou, it was still quite a difference.
The streets and alleys were filled with people, day and night. On both sides of the canal, buildings of different heights were dazzling. The sounds of hawking, shouting, and quarreling rose and fell.
The canal was not idle either. Boats of all sizes came and went like weaving. Rich merchants dressed in silk and satin, or young ladies from official families who usually found it difficult to take a step, could be seen everywhere.
It had been nine years. It had been nine years since he had transmigrated to this time and space.
Thinking of that scene back then, Ye Qiu couldn't help but feel disappointed. He actually encountered difficulties on his first flight. In his previous life, he must have been a big bastard, so he was unlucky in this life, and he would continue to be unlucky in this life!
Ye Feng did not die, not only did he not die, he even obtained great benefits.
He casually strolled along the bustling streets, his feet light and light.
The dazzling sunlight shone on the red walls and green tiles that were everywhere. The soaring eaves, the high-flying shop signboards and flags, the sparkling carriages and horses, the endless stream of pedestrians, the ships that could be seen everywhere, and the calm and contented smiles of the people of Yangzhou all reflected the self-satisfaction of the people of Yangzhou.
The history of Yangzhou's construction could be traced back to 486 B.C. Thousands of years of history appeared in his mind, and the landscape of Yangzhou was within reach. The hot wind blew on his face, walking in the prosperous Qing Dynasty, Ye Feng looked at the bustling Yangzhou that was experiencing the prosperity of the Kang and Qian Dynasties, he felt a sense of joy in his heart, but he also sighed, he had completely merged with this world, he could not go back.
It was just a pity that the tens of G hard drive at home would be completely sealed in the future. However, it was good. In that world, he was depressed. In ancient times, he could at least live a decent life.
His unintentional transmigration brought him to the Qing Dynasty. During the early years of the Kangxi reign, he had a mother. Her surname was Wei Chunhua, and she was an ordinary prostitute in the Lichun Brothel.
That's right, Ye Feng was Wei Xiaobao, a combination of modern and ancient hooligans.
Ye Qiu had no choice but to become a hooligan. It was fate. He couldn't commit suicide, right?
She jumped out of Wei Chunhua's stomach. Even though she was a prostitute, he still had to call her mother.
Moreover, he did not dislike this mother. There was always a warm happiness in his heart. He, who was an orphan in his previous life, finally had a mother.
"Yo, Little Treasure, you're back!”
"Hehe, Sister Qiuyue, I haven't seen you for a day and you've become even more beautiful!”
"Little fellow, your mouth is as sweet as honey.”
"Haha, I just finished eating the honey. Do you want to try it, beautiful sister?”
"Get lost!"
"Little Treasure, did you have fun today?”
"Thanks to Sister Xiaoju, it seems not bad. I'll treat you to a meal another day!”
"Little Treasure, where's the rouge I asked you to buy?”
"Sigh. This..."
"You didn't lose gambling again, did you?"
"That…Sister Xiao Tao, I'll definitely return the money to you another day. No, I'll return it to you double!”
.........
This wasn't the level of language a nine-year-old child should have. When other children were still wearing open-crotch pants, the nine-year-old Wei Xiaobao was already able to fool the adults around. Of course, if one counted his actual age, he wasn't just nine years old.
He was wearing an ordinary coarse shirt, and his body looked very sturdy. His steady steps were obviously practiced.
Although his identity wasn't that great, at least his mother had given him a delicate face. His skin was milky white, and his pair of bright black eyes were constantly revealing a sly and treacherous taste.
"Mother, mother. I'm back!"
The excited Wei Xiaobao skipped towards his mother's room, but as soon as he reached the door, he heard a few curses and sobs.
Wei Xiaobao, of course, knew what was going on. He was furious, and he pushed open the door and shouted,"Damn fatty, how dare you bully my mother! I'll kill you!" He rushed into the house.
Wei Xiaobao's eyes were filled with malice as he forcefully flung the fatty off Wei Chunhua's body. He then lightly leaped, his two little feet stepping on the fatty's chest.
"Aiyo, brat, how dare you ruin my plans? I'll beat you to death!”The fat man screamed as he tried to get up, but Wei Xiaobao was too strong and his body was too bloated. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up.
"You dog, you still dare to talk back? I'll stomp you to death!”
Wei Xiaobao wiped his nose with his hand, then jumped up and then fell back down. He actually jumped up and down on the fat man.
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