Elf version of the Three Kingdoms

Xun Biao, Xun Jingruo, Xun Shuang's eldest son, Xun or his half-brother.

At the same time, he is also the only person in the Han Dynasty who has read all the books written by Xun or.

"Brother."

The two sat opposite each other in front of the table.

The chessboard is arranged vertically and horizontally, but not a single piece is left. The tea in the cup is empty, but there is no refill.

"Jie Ruo."

Xun Biao looked at the chessboard, his words filled with sadness.

The world does not know the name of Xun Yu, and Xun Shuang's eldest son Xun Biao is regarded as a lunatic who has been crazy for ten years in the eyes of the world.

Of Xun Shuang's three sons, before Xun or became prime minister, the world only knew of one, Xun Fei, who was regarded as a talented person in the county.

Although the name of Xun's Eight Dragons and Ci Ming Wushuang is resounding, the descendants of Xun Ciming are indeed not good in the eyes of the world, and their talents are not as good as Xun Yu and Xun You.

"Brother, there is no need to say more, or..." Xun Or also looked at the chessboard, looking at the vertical and horizontal grids. "It has long been decided."

But among today's great men, in today's world, perhaps the only ones who can see beyond time are Xun You and Xun Biao who have read all of Xun You's books.

Starting from the Han Dynasty, it will continue to the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the Republic of China, and the real China.

Xun perhaps hid everything he knew there.

"I don't intend to advise you. Your ambitions should not be limited to this era." Xun Biao said with a smile, warm and warm, without any trace of his former madness.

Xun Biao yearned for the era in Xun or the book, and for that future.

There are tens of millions of Guangsha, which can make up for the poor people in the world.

There will be no famine in the world, nor war and chaos.

The sun will rise in the south and the north will come in the evening, goods in the world will be smooth, meat can be eaten at every meal, three or four meals a day, and everyone in the world will enjoy the peace and happiness of the princes.

"I plan to go to sea."

Xun Biao said with a smile.

"Go east, keep going east, to the place you said."

"America?!" Xun You raised his head in shock and looked at Xun Biao.

"Yes, go to America. The kind of grain you mentioned can produce more than a thousand kilograms per acre." Xun Biao said with a hint of excitement, "I know the dangers involved, but I have to go."

"Xie Ruo, you are right. If we don't solve the food problem, it will be difficult to ensure long-term peace and stability."

Xun Biao stopped Xun Or's persuasion. In Xun Or's opinion, going to sea in this era is not realistic, although with the existence of elves, the difficulty of crossing the sea has been reduced a bit.

But the elves along the way may not necessarily give you face to let you pass, which is equivalent to increasing the dangers along the way in disguise.

More importantly, did South America have a country in this era, and was such a country powerful?

Is that country hostile to outsiders, and most importantly, how to bring out as many crops as possible, such as potatoes and sweet potatoes?

Modern shipbuilding technology has not yet reached the level of crossing the ocean, and what the elves can carry is still limited.

There are many dangers and it is by no means simple, which is why Xun He is unwilling to cross the sea to look for high-yielding crops such as potatoes and sweet potatoes at this time.

"Brother, you don't have to be like this. We are not facing a food crisis at the moment. We still have enough time." Xun You persuaded.

But such persuasion seems feeble.

"Jie Ruo, actually you and I both understand that countless people are starving to death in this world, and aristocratic families and royal families are all 'blood-sucking insects' lying on the bodies of ordinary people."

"Perhaps today's aristocratic families should be eliminated by history. Neither my father nor I will stop you. We all support your idea of ​​a new aristocratic family."

"But..." Xun Biao paused.

"I really can't be as decisive as you, being indifferent to the life and death of the world and indifferent to my own life and death."

Xun Huo took life and death very lightly.

Neither killing nor cruel, just looking at death indifferently, like looking at the numbers in a ledger.

This is not only for the world, but also for himself.

"You are more talented than me, and so is my second brother. Wen Ruo, You Ruo, and Xiu Ruo each have their own talents. I think I have to find something to do."

Xun Biao said somewhat self-deprecatingly, "It doesn't matter if I work as a coolie, and if the food is the same as you said, I will leave my name in history."

There was a slightly yearning expression on his face.

"Every bustle in the world is for profit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. It is enough for us scholars and aristocratic families to pursue 'fame'."

"I just take the grain, and I can get a name for the ages, in Jie Ruo's words." Xun showed a cheerful smile, raised his right hand, and showed his thumb.

"Isn't it beautiful!"

Xun or laughed dumbly, but there were also some tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Brother, when I bring you back, I may build a monument for you to remember your achievements and pass them on to future generations!"

"I'm just taking advantage of you." Xun Biao replied with a smile, "But at that time, would it be written in the geography textbooks that the Xun family had a crazy brother who firmly believed that the earth was round, and then he wanted to sail to the East? In the end, I brought back a thousand kilograms of grain per mu.”

"Then the Age of Discovery began!"

Xun You held his stomach and had a hard time holding back his laughter.

Since we are writing, writing history is writing, and writing novels is also writing. After writing "Mulan", I have nothing to do and write "Naruto", "Pirates", "Primary School Students", "Water Margin" and "Journey to the West". ”, “Intimate Heaven”...it’s not impossible.

Anyway, many things are written from the beginning, tens of thousands of words in a hurry, and it doesn't matter whether they are completed or not. After all, there are no readers, so just write whatever you want. These things are essentially proof that Xun or he has traveled through time.

Except for not writing "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Pokémon", Xun Or basically wrote everything he could write.

Therefore, it is not impossible for Xun Biao, as the only man who has read all of Xun Biao's works, to come up with something "one piece".

Smiling and laughing, the brother and the brother gradually stopped talking to each other.

"That matter..." Xun Biao turned his gaze to Xun You, with his elder brother's doting on his younger brother hidden in his eyes.

That was a past event, when Xunbiao was twenty and Xunor was ten years old.

After that, Xun or's Eevee was covered with a layer of silk and became the feared Mimikyu.

Xun Biao, on the other hand, has forever lost the ice elf who grew up with him.

But that's not all they lost.

"Brother, there is no need to say more."

Xun You didn't dare to look at each other and just averted his eyes.

"I'm not trying to make up for my fault, I just... just promised her."

When he raised his head again, Xun or there were no more tears in his eyes, only perseverance.

"Besides, that's what I promised my mother, and I will definitely do it."

Xun Biao smiled helplessly, "Sure enough, you are still the stubborn little boy you were back then."

Xun Biao wanted to ravage Xun or's hair like before, but the height gap between the two had long been eliminated, and now they were no longer the same as they were when they were young.

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