Siheyuan: Stab at Louzi at the beginning

Chapter 1086: Three Strategies

As for the father’s incompetence?

In a word, it is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son.

It is said that heroes emerge in troubled times. Some ignorant people think that when there is chaos, they can become successful.

Let’s imagine a ‘turbulent time’ here.

You think highly of yourself and are willing to sacrifice your life for justice. If you want to uphold justice, who else but me can do it?

So when a natural disaster occurs and the world is in chaos, you will immediately rise up with a few good friends. Your grand ambitions are right at your feet and a bright future is in front of you.

So you decide that the first step is to become a leader, then the question is, how to do it?

The experience of predecessors is before you.

The first method, the worst option, is to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, using means of deterrence and intimidation, but looking around, this is not appropriate for the villagers in the surrounding area. You can only go to the next city instead of the nearby one. You are ruthless and kill the leading birds with a knife, one by one, until people are panic-stricken and frightened. You know, this is just a stopgap measure, but you have to do so. In this way, you gather a group of resentful subordinates. You also know, but there is no other way, you can only do your job and act in a proper manner.

But the problem of money and food was never solved. They only relied on sharp knives and killed too many people. No one farmed, and there was no food. They could not attack the city with these mobs, so they could only find a mountain to live on, rob money and food, and then slowly make their plans.

So, you become a member of a group of bandits, and if nothing unexpected happens, you will be killed by your own "little brothers", or the groom, or the cook, or the beautiful girl you kidnapped.

Naturally, you, being smart, have a middle plan, which is to kill corrupt officials, punish corrupt officials, gain people's trust, be kind to the people, and make them bow down to you. You really did it with your deliberate and unintentional strategies, but the money in the warehouse was all used to buy food, and the food was eaten up.

You killed corrupt officials, confiscated their properties, became a clean magistrate in three years, and received 100,000 silver coins. As you expected, everyone should come to you for surrender. However, ordinary people regarded you as a traitor. Except for a few good brothers around you, no one was willing to follow you. Some even reported you, and some even wanted to capture you to win credit. There was no such thing as everyone bowing down to you.

As long as these peasants have something to eat, they won't make trouble. If they have nothing to eat, they will eat grass roots or tree barks. They are all obedient lambs. Only the words of the gentry and elders are effective, but they will avoid you like the plague.

So you can only use 100,000 silver taels to buy loyalty. How much money is needed to recruit one person for such a life-threatening job? You find that 100,000 silver taels are not enough to quench your thirst and you can't gather many mobs. You also have to start making weapons and armor...

A skilled cook cannot cook without rice, and a penny for a bowl of rice makes a hero stumble, so you decide to continue robbing. You can't rob your fellow villagers, so you can only continue to look for corrupt officials. However, your name has spread far and wide, and they have made preparations early. Wherever you go, someone will notify you in advance...

The people are exhausted, the horses are running around for days, but to no avail, and the money and food are all gone. What can you do? You can only choose one: starve to death or rob the peasants.

So the result is nothing more than becoming a bandit. The younger brothers you recruited with money all scattered in panic. They still have a home to return to, but you don’t even have a home, so the outcome is self-evident.

Of course there is a better solution.

That is to take a few good brothers with them to join a big force, hiding during the day and moving at night, not daring to take the main road, only daring to take the small road. Even so, they were interrogated, and the hard work paid off. In the end, they were really found. The brothers were tall and strong, and they were very strong. They were chosen at first sight.

There is no famous teacher to teach, only brute force.

If a group of ten or so people come to surrender, a leader will be willing to accept them, but a smart person will not put these people together. You think that you are willing to be the leader of a group, lead your brothers, fight for a way out, and create a future with your own hands. As a result, you are all separated, some chopping wood, some feeding horses, some going into battle, and some doing logistics, and you don't see each other all day long.

After several battles, you suddenly find that your good brothers are dead or injured, and you are left alone.

And you died in an unknown battle.

That's where the story ends.

Throughout history, at the very least one had to be a local powerful person with his own direct power and network of relationships before he could have the capital to join the "big power". This was not joining, it was investment, it was taking shares. Many people and multiple powerful forces took shares, and then one could form alliances within the big power, and finally have the opportunity to reap the fruits.

If not, you will have to work harder and harder. The best way is to join first and then become the person in charge. Since ancient times, going from 0 to 1 is the most difficult.

An ordinary person, with a few good brothers, can at best become a bandit and will die a violent death sooner or later. If he is luckier, if he meets a kind person and follows the right person and becomes a small leader, it will be a great fortune to have a good ending.

Troubled times will only make such ambitious people die faster.

Unless it is really a destiny, but does the child of destiny really exist?

These things like "child of destiny" and "child of fortune" seem more like lies made up to convince people.

It’s still the issue of ‘language’ and ‘propaganda’ mentioned before.

Xu Damao did not answer, but noticed a red book in the car, which was exactly the same as the one delivered to his office. He picked it up and flipped through it curiously. Not only were the contents exactly the same, but the publishers were also exactly the same.

Li Xuewu saw that Xu Damao's attention was attracted by the book, and he immediately began to praise it proudly: "I had already seen this book when it was only a sample, and I also asked Brother Haojie for his opinion."

Like a child showing off.

Xu Damao put it back, thinking that it would be better not to have seen it.

"Didn't you say you were going to the square to watch the fireworks? You're taking the wrong road. This way you have to take a long detour."

"Do you really want to watch the fireworks? You are already a father, can't you do something a man should do?"

Xu Damao:? ? ?

He really didn't expect Li Xuewu to dare to talk to him like this. He didn't even dare to breathe before: "Li Xuewu, you little brat, you've been so arrogant for a few days. Do you want to be punished again?"

What should a man do?

A real man should fuck other men?

Xu Damao doesn't have such a habit.

Li Xuewu recalled the fear he had felt when he was dominated by Xu Damao before, and he admitted his mistake on the spot without any hesitation: "Brother Xu, big brother, you are my real brother. I said something wrong, please don't take it personally. For the sake of my sister and because your son is my real nephew, please forgive me this time."

It was New Year's Day and Xu Damao didn't really want to take action.

"You are an adult now, be careful with your words, think twice before you speak, and think about whether you can say it. With your personality, you will get into trouble sooner or later."

"Alright, alright, brother, calm down. You're really talking more and more like my father now..."