The most intelligent general in the world

"Hey, this name is quite unique. How did you come up with it?" Feiyu asked curiously, holding back his smile.

"The story behind this is quite long..." Jia Sengru told the story like he was telling a story, and Feiyu's expression gradually changed from the initial relaxed smile to a serious one.

Jia Seng told Feiyu that he was not a native of Xianyang and was still an unregistered "black household". He originally lived in a small village far away from Xianyang, with a large family. At that time, his family was poor, the years were turbulent, and he often had no food to eat.

When he was eight years old, the village was hit by a rare locust plague. In an instant, the fields were reduced to ruins. The few acres of thin land of Jia Seng's family were not spared and no grain was harvested. The family's food reserves were soon exhausted.

Natural disasters led to food shortages, and the imperial government's relief grain was embezzled by corrupt officials, leaving many families homeless. Food prices soared, and the family's savings could only buy a few bushels of rice. Several of his brothers and sisters died of hunger.

In desperation, his parents sold the eight-year-old Jia Seng to a landlord. Although he didn't get paid, at least he could have enough food and clothing. In times of war, one more person meant one more burden, and Jia Seng was already a grown-up boy and couldn't bear this abuse any longer.

I thought this was the best arrangement, but one day, Jia Seng was ruthlessly driven out because he stole some food from the kitchen. The landlord was stingy and mean, and often deducted the apprentice's meals. Jia Seng often went hungry, and if he made a mistake, he would be deprived of a day's meal.

Jia Seng returned to the deserted village with his memory and became homeless. He was angry and hated the landlord's ruthlessness and his family's abandonment. Little Jia Seng cried bitterly at the entrance of the village all night.

The next day, he found a stone and sharpened it, and cut off his hair, symbolizing the breakup with his family. From then on, he was alone, wandering around the world, no longer having any worries.

Without shelter, Jia Seng's life became even more difficult. Without a place to live, he used the sky as a blanket and the ground as a mat. Without food, he dug grass roots and caught wild rabbits. When he was sick and had no money, he could only bear it, and was often attacked by wild animals.

He almost died several times, but he survived miraculously. A month later, Jia Seng came to Xianyang with the herbs he collected, hoping to exchange them for some money.

However, the cold Xianyang City did not tolerate strangers. When entering the city, the soldiers confiscated most of his herbs, calling it "entry fee". Jia Seng was indignant, but he knew that it was not appropriate for ordinary people to confront the government.

The herbs he had worked so hard to collect were inexplicably taken away, and Jia Seng was unhappy, but he could only swallow his anger. With a heart full of anger, he finally stepped into the city.

When Jia Seng first arrived in Xianyang, he was unfamiliar with the place, so he walked into a nearby pharmacy. The shopkeeper disliked the poor color of his herbs and the mildew on the leaves, and was only willing to pay eight strings of copper coins, which was far below the market price. Jia Seng did not understand the market, so he had to accept the money and left satisfied.

With the money, Jia Seng planned to buy a few jars of wine to take home. After buying the wine, he had five strings of copper coins left. It was still early, but it might be too late to return to the mountain. Jia Seng decided to stay in the city for one night and leave the next day.

Unexpectedly, this decision to stay overnight completely changed the trajectory of his life. As night fell, he leaned against the wall in front of the store where he bought wine during the day and just as he closed his eyes, he heard footsteps approaching.

Jia Seng opened his eyes and saw several thugs holding sticks walking towards him. He stood up instinctively and stepped back cautiously. As expected, those people came towards him and quickly surrounded him.

"The boss, that's him, carrying a big bag of herbs into the city during the day."

"I guess it can be sold for a lot of money..."

"Hand over the money and I'll let you go today."

Jia Seng could tell that they were there for the money, and he could not give it to them no matter what, as that was what he had worked so hard to earn for a month.

Seeing that he refused to compromise, the hooligans prepared to take it by force. A dozen of them rushed forward and beat and kicked Jia Seng. Jia Seng was not a weakling. His years of living in the mountains made him as strong as a tiger, so it was no problem for him to deal with these hooligans.

However, the other side had more people and weapons. Someone hit him on the back of the head, and Jia Seng felt dizzy, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground. A gangster looked at him smugly and leaned over to search his body.

The gangsters only found five strings of copper coins, which was obviously not right. Those herbs were worth at least a few taels of silver.

"The herbs you bought during the day are worth at least five taels of silver. How come you only have this little money? Tell me, where did the rest of the money go?" a gangster threatened, waving a wooden stick.

Jia Seng was lying on the ground, in pain but clear-headed. He must have been cheated by the pharmacy owner, who only gave him so little money, and he was fooled like a fool.

Thinking of this, Jia Seng found strength from nowhere, struggled to stand up, his eyes red, and rushed towards the thugs, and the two sides wrestled together...

It might be because of the anger caused by being robbed last night, the fraud committed by the drugstore owner, and the rough treatment by the urban management when entering the city.

Deep in Jia Seng's heart, he was crying out against the injustice of fate and fighting against this indifferent city. At that time, he just wanted to fight those hooligans to the death with his last bit of strength.

The next morning, when the bar owner opened the door for business, he saw a mess. More than a dozen people were lying at the door, covered with bruises.