Reborn in the Three Kingdoms, I stole Liu Bei's uncle

On an official road in Jizhou, a horse-drawn carriage was moving slowly forward.

An elegant scholar was lying on the carriage, wearing a loose robe and looking no older than 20 years old. The large wine stain on his collar was somewhat inconsistent with his handsome appearance.

He didn't care at all that the wine had spilled on his clothes.

"When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty. Good, really good, just based on this sentence, it should be clear."

After drinking more than half of the wine, he looked at the two letters in his hand and muttered, "Two letters at once. To be honest, it's really hard for me to choose between them."

He knew Xun Wenruo. He was a man of great talent and ability, capable of assisting the king. Anyone who could be chosen by him must be extraordinary.

This letter made him very excited. He believed in Xun Wenruo's vision. He had a sharp vision, even his own was slightly inferior to him.

He had heard of Cao Mengde. In his early years, he tried to assassinate Dong Zhuo alone. After his failure, he raised an army to fight against Dong. He could be considered a hero.

But the other letter made him even more excited. He knew Man Chong, a stubborn and serious man who had almost no friends in this era. It was somewhat surprising that he could join the army of Uncle Liu.

Everyone in the world knows about the talented Emperor Liu. He saved the emperor single-handedly in the past, and later he took the emperor's edict and raised an army to support the king.

First he settled in Luoyang, then he occupied Chang'an. In theory, he was indeed a hero. However, in theory, the more famous he became, the more worried the scholars were. They were afraid that Liu Yu was just a splendid person with a rotten heart. After all, the person he had just left was also very famous in this era.

He hesitated a little. Chang'an City was too far away. There were many bandits and the roads were rough. At the current speed, how long would it take him to reach Chang'an?

However, the other order seeking talents made him feel a little excited. He thought that the person who could write such an order should have a good character.

After thinking for half a day, he came up with a compromise, which was to go to Luoyang City first.

If Luoyang City could arouse his interest, he would go west to Chang'an. If not, he would go directly east to find Xun Wenruo.

"This is a good idea. It takes care of both of you at once. When we meet in the future, no one can say that I, Guo Jia, favor one over the other."

Five days later, a carriage stopped in front of the Luoyang city gate.

Guo Jia got off the carriage and stretched himself. He had been on the road for the past few days and it was very bumpy. If he continued to walk like this, his bones would probably fall apart.

I must find a place to relax tonight.

He looked at the ancient Luoyang city gate and an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.

The Han capital, which had existed for two hundred years, was burned down by Dong Zhuo. I wonder if the situation improved after Liu Bei occupied this place for a period of time.

Guo Jia walked slowly into Luoyang City and did not see any ruins. Instead, most of the houses had been repaired.

Luoyang City has few people now, and it is no longer comparable to its prosperous past.

But he soon discovered a problem. The people of Luoyang City had flushed faces and smiles on their faces. They seemed to be very satisfied with their current life.

This situation was different from what Guo Jia had seen in other places. Even in Jizhou, which was known for its wealth, the people had unhealthy looks on their faces.

It seems that Uncle Liu does have some abilities and his reputation is not in vain.

As he continued walking forward, he heard the sound of someone reading.

At the beginning of human nature is good.

Sex is similar, but habits are far away.

If you don't teach, your sex will change.

The most important thing in teaching is specialization.

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These few short sentences reached Guo Jia's ears, which surprised him.

Although these sentences are short, they are very meaningful if you read them carefully.

The person who could write these must be a wise man of the time. I wonder if he is in Luoyang now. If he is, I would like to go and meet him.

Following the sound, I came to a street and saw a boy of about 11 or 12 years old reciting in a low voice and writing on the ground with a stone.

It was obvious that the voice that just reached Guo Jia's ears came from his mouth.

Guo Jia looked at the boy's clothes and found that they were tattered and had several holes at the knees.

Guo Jia walked forward, squatted on the ground, and looked at the words the boy had written on the ground.

The handwriting is childish, obviously he has just learned it.

At first, Guo Jia thought that this young man was from some wealthy family, and that his clothes were so shabby because his family was destroyed after Dong Zhuo's rebellion.

But after seeing his handwriting, Guo Jia gave up this idea. If a boy of his age was from a wealthy family, he would have started learning to read and write at the age of five or six.

This does not match the timing of Dong Zhuo's rebellion.

Guo Jia was a little curious as he had just started learning to read at this age. Could it be that the teacher he met saw that he had good talent?

Guo Jia looked at him for a long time, but couldn't see any special talents in the boy.

"Who did you learn your calligraphy from?"

The boy was obviously startled by Guo Jia's sudden appearance.

He raised his head and saw Guo Jia, who was wearing a loose long robe and looked like a scholar.

He stood up quickly, bowed and said, "In reply to your question, sir, I learned these characters in school."

"School?" Guo Jia's eyes were still puzzled. "Does the sentence you just recited have a name?"

Although the name of the school was somewhat different from what Guo Jia knew, he could also tell that it was a place for studying.

"Yes, it's called Three Character Classic."

"Three Character Classic?" Guo Jia was stunned for a moment. "This is a good name, very appropriate."

"The teacher at the school is really talented. He can simplify such a profound sentence."

"Sir, you are wrong. The Three Character Classic was not written by the teacher in the school, but by Liu Huangshu."

"Uncle Liu Huang?"

The young man was a little curious. Judging from the man's appearance, he should be a scholar. He might not have never heard of the name of Uncle Liu.

A thought quickly flashed through Guo Jia's mind: it turned out that the "Three Character Classic" with such depth was created by him.

Uncle Liu is a man of great talent, and his reputation is well-deserved.

"How much tuition do you give to your teacher every month when you are studying in the school?"

"When the emperor's uncle first came to Luoyang, he said that those who were willing to study would not only not have to pay tuition fees, but also be given land tax exemptions. If they studied well, the emperor's uncle would also reward them with 100 kilograms of grain."

"My father is missing, and now only my mother and I, my brothers and sisters, are left to live in Luoyang. The emperor's uncle allocated dozens of acres of land to my family, so we don't have to worry about food anymore."

"In my spare time, I will study hard. If I do well, I can get 100 kilograms of food from my uncle, and then I can exchange it for some meat for my family."

When the boy spoke, there was a smile on his face and a different color in his eyes.

In a flash, Guo Jia seemed to see a radiant glow in the boy's eyes.

The look in the boy’s eyes has a special name, hope!