After Uncle Fu's explanation, Liu Bei understood what had happened.
In addition to lamenting the irreversibility of history, he was even more glad that Dian Wei did not kill Li Yong and his wife.
Perhaps Dian Wei had already resolved his death.
Liu Bei believed that Dian Wei would not trigger the Battle of Wan City.
First of all, Dian Wei didn't follow Old Cao, and he didn't have Old Cao's special hobbies.
Secondly, from the perspective of karma, Dian Wei did not kill Li Yong's wife, so naturally, he would not die because of another woman, Madam Zou.
What Liu Bei was thinking now was whether the appearance of Zhang Ying, a girl who died early in history, would cause Dian Wei's son Dian Man to be unable to be born.
Yes, Liu Bei knew that he was overthinking things.
"Er 'Lai, congratulations. Hurry up and thank Uncle Fu. If Uncle Fu didn't make a move, not to mention your wife, you would have been on the run.”Liu Bei glared at Dian Wei.
Liu Bei knew that Dian Wei had never thought of this.
Well, if he thought of this, he wouldn't be Dian Wei.
"Don't kill me. I just did it in passing. I have to thank little brother Dian for escorting me.”Barkley shook his hand and said no.
"I can accept it. Whether it's the kindness of helping or the kindness of being a matchmaker, Er 'Lai should remember it in his heart.”In order to make Dian Wei feel at ease, Liu Bei persistently made Dian Wei and his wife thank him for the benefits.
To Liu Bei's surprise, the couple thanked Uncle Fu and kowtowed to Liu Bei.
After Dian Wei kowtowed, he stood at the side and laughed foolishly. Meanwhile, Zhang Ying's face was flushed red, but he was also generous.
A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl was rare. Children from poor families matured early, especially girls who had experienced hardship.
Liu Bei was very satisfied with Zhang Ying. He was definitely a good match for Dian Wei.
"Er 'Lai did well, that Li Yong deserved to die!”Cai Yong commented, then carried his daughter and led his wife to the back hall.
……
The days that followed were light. Other than playing chess with Cai Yong, Liu Bei played mahjong.
In the end, Liu Bei decided to use bamboo to make mahjong tiles. Although it was not durable, without better materials, he could only make do with it.
One day, little Cai Yan hopped over and told Liu Bei that he wanted to bring Liu Bei to the library pavilion.
Ever since Liu Bei had entered the Cai Residence, he had never had the chance to visit Cai Yong's collection of books. Liu Bei himself did not have any thoughts about the 10,000-scroll collection, so he had never asked Cai Yong for it.
In the Han Dynasty, it was no joke that a book was worth thousands of gold. It was not uncommon to exchange land and manors for books.
This was especially true for families who knew the importance of knowledge. They would hide their books deeply and often use them to pass down their generations.
Wealth only lasted for three generations, but knowledge could keep a family prosperous for thousands of years.
It could even be said that the inheritance of a nation was the culture, and the extinction of the culture was the extinction of the entire nation.
The library was located in the backyard of the Cai Residence. It was a single, huge room. There was a plaque above the door that read 'Library Pavilion'.
Pushing open the door, he saw a simple wooden bookshelf with all kinds of books, most of which were bamboo slips.
"Silly Senior Brother, are you going to read them one by one? Or do you have a choice?" Little Cai Yan asked Liu Bei as he blinked his gem-like eyes.
Liu Bei was stunned for a moment and said,"Senior Brother is really stupid. I wonder if Little Junior Sister has any suggestions?"”
Liu Bei still did not understand why this little girl thought he was a silly senior brother. He did not dare to ask, but he did not care.
What Liu Bei didn't understand was why Cai Yong asked little Cai Yan to bring him to the library pavilion.
"Reading books, reading books, we must have a purpose. What he wanted to see and what he needed to know would only be twice the result with half the effort after he was clear about it.”Little Cai Yan's words caused Liu Bei's jaw to drop.
This was the little Cai Yan who was a little over three years old?
Are you going to let me live?
Liu Bei did not know what to say.
"Hello, are you listening?" Little Cai Yan saw that Liu Bei was distracted and was a little unhappy.
If the little talented girl was unhappy, the consequences would be very serious.
Liu Bei quickly composed himself and said,"Knowledge is priceless. In front of such a dazzling treasure, I cannot remain calm."”
Little Cai Yan pursed his lips and said,"That's more like it. Let me introduce you to these books."”
"Senior Brother, these are the classics of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy. Below were the biographies of the miscellaneous family. On the left was the Mathematics Code, and on the right was the Agriculture and Mulberry Crafts. This pile was about music and etiquette, and this pile was about military strategy.”
Little Cai Yan had entered the normal state of a librarian.
Little Cai Yan told Liu Bei about it, and Liu Bei's head was as big as a bucket.
Ever since Liu Bei had transmigrated, he had always been proud of his photographic memory. Now, in front of the three-year-old Cai Yan, he finally understood what it meant to have a photographic memory.
Talent was really unreasonable.
Today, Liu Bei had received a critical hit from twelve consecutive hits.
"Little Junior Sister, don't tell me you've read all these books?”Liu Bei asked weakly.
"How is that possible?" Little Cai Yan pinched her little hands and said,"There are many words that I don't know. Father read them to me."”
It was alright, it was alright.
Liu Bei heaved a sigh of relief. This little talented girl was illiterate. She almost scared him to death.
Liu Bei heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he guessed that Cai Yong was trying to shift the blame and make him read to little Cai Yan.
Yes, but Liu Bei was willing to take the blame.
"Little Junior Sister, can Senior Brother read it to you in the future?”Liu Bei patted his chest and bore the burden.
Little Cai Yan clapped his small hands and said,""Okay, I'll come to look for you every day.”
"No problem." Liu Bei reached out and touched Cai Yan's hair for the first time, saying in a spoiled tone,"There are tens of thousands of books at home. Little Junior Sister, you are the richest and happiest person in the world.”
In the Great Han Dynasty, where knowledge books were monopolized, Cai Yan's wealth was undoubtedly the richest in the world.
Spiritual wealth was far more joyful and strong than material wealth.
Only now did Liu Bei understand why Cai Yan and Cai Wenji, the talented women of the generation who had experienced hardships in life, were able to live bravely.
It was precisely because her spiritual world was rich and full that she could treat the hardships of life as life experience.
"Yeah, I think so too." Little Cai Yan did not dislike Liu Bei's touch and seemed to be clinging to it.
"Yes, absolutely. Little Junior Sister will be happy in this life!”Liu Bei looked at the beautiful and adorable little Cai Yan, who was brimming with spiritual energy, and promised her as if he was making an oath.
What Wei Zhongdao!
What foreign Xiongnu!
What Dong Si!
Go to hell!
Cai Yan, a talented woman of her generation, should have been reading quietly and living a happy life without worries.
Liu Bei would never allow anyone to harm his Junior Sister Cai Yan!
Absolutely not!
Little Cai Yan felt that his relationship with his senior brother Liu Bei had become closer.
There was the feeling of being a senior brother and a junior sister, as well as the feeling of being a brother and sister, as well as the feeling of being family.
Liu Bei and Cai Yan were reading and listening.
Occasionally, they would ask, and sometimes they would argue.
Time passed just like that.
Little Cai Yan tilted her beautiful little head and said,""I heard that your poem is not bad, Senior Brother. Why don't you write a hundred poems to remember this scene?”
"This is possible." Liu Bei put down the clumsy bamboo slips, stood up, and walked around the bookshelf.
"Ten thousand volumes of love are like old friends, morning and evening sad and happy every blind date. Three thousand words fell before his eyes, and there was not a speck of dust on his chest.”
A poem by the Ming Dynasty poet, Yu Qian, was recited.
Liu Bei stepped on the shoulders of the giants of the past, making it easy for people to pretend to be that.
Little Cai Yan repeated the chant a few times,"Reading can nourish one's nature, cultivate one's heart, benefit one's qi, enlighten one's virtue, and enlighten one's mind. Brother's poem can be called golden advice.”
Time flowed like water, especially when he was reading.
It is the day when ten thousand volumes of ancient and modern disappear forever, and a window of dusk and dawn send away the fleeting years.
Only when Uncle Fu called for them to eat did Liu Bei and Cai Yan come out of the library.
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