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

Looking at the hopeful young man, Guo Jia fell into deep thought.

He has been well-read since childhood. In this era, he is a top figure and naturally understands the significance of reading in this era.

If you want to work in the government, not to mention being an official, even a minor clerk needs to know how to read and write.

This is not difficult to understand. The transmission of government orders is not verbal, but more dependent on documents. If you cannot understand the words on the document, there is no way to execute the order.

But it is impossible for ordinary people to study in this era.

Not to mention whether you have enough food to eat and whether you have free time. Even if you have both, it is not very feasible to study.

A very realistic problem is that there are no books to read.

This is no joke, but the naked reality.

Due to the scarcity of paper and its difficulty in preservation, written records and storage were mainly in the form of bamboo slips.

The place where bamboo slips books are stored belongs to the rich or noble. If there is a book in the house, it is like a family heirloom.

It was impossible for ordinary people to take books from them.

Guo Jia was silent for a long time, and vaguely realized Liu Yu's intention.

In his opinion, Liu Yu's idea was bold, even a little crazy.

"That's quite interesting!" Guo Jia praised, "Everyone says that I am a heretic and do not follow the rules. I never thought that compared with you, I am just like a stream to a river. There is no comparison at all."

If this can be done, it is not just a matter of not following the rules, but of establishing new rules.

This kind of courage overturned Guo Jia's cognition, surprised him, and successfully aroused his interest.

He had some expectations of Liu Yu. This expectation was very strange and Guo Jia couldn't explain it clearly. He felt that things seemed different from what he thought and were becoming more and more challenging.

He knew how difficult it was to accomplish this task and that there were many problems ahead.

How will the text be transmitted?

The counterattack of the aristocratic families?

These two things were enough to give Guo Jia a headache.

If we rely solely on oral transmission through bamboo slips, it is impossible to change the current situation, unless there is a new way of communication.

Guo Jia could imagine that if the aristocratic families discovered the key, they would pounce on him like crazy and cut off Liu Yu's power in an instant.

Without the support of these aristocratic families, the Han Dynasty would have become a tree without roots and water without a source, and would soon disappear in the long river of history.

Thinking of the key, Guo Jia suddenly had a little respect for Liu Yu, but he was not optimistic about Liu Yu's success. After all, the last ambitious person who was determined to change everything failed not too far away.

Guo Jia narrowed his eyes slightly. This matter successfully aroused his interest. He finally understood why Man Chong spoke so highly of Liu Yu in that letter.

Both of them are weirdos, weirdos who are out of tune with this era.

Thinking of this, Guo Jia laughed at himself, thinking that he seemed to be one of these people.

He wandered around Luoyang City and found more and more interesting people and things.

Craftsmen who value their craft more than their lives elsewhere are now rushing to teach their unique skills to others.

What's happening here?

If Guo Jia had not witnessed some incredible things in Luoyang, he would have driven all these people crazy.

What is craftsmanship to a craftsman? It is a family heirloom that supports the family and provides a living.

This is the same as the reading of aristocratic families. Aristocratic families can pass on books and wealth.

Craftsmen can pass on their skills. Although their descendants are not as wealthy as the wealthy families, they can still have no worries about food and clothing thanks to their skills.

After carefully questioning the craftsmen, Guo Jia finally understood the whole story.

Thinking about the amount of money that Uncle Liu promised to give to the craftsmen, Guo Jia secretly admired them in his heart. No wonder they were willing to pass on their livelihood to others. In a word, it was because they were paid a lot of money.

As long as you teach your apprentices well, you can become a wealthy family in a very short time. Who wouldn't be tempted by such temptation?

Guo Jia always prided himself on being good at coming up with brilliant plans, but after seeing the situation in Luoyang City, Guo Jia felt somewhat ashamed of himself. As for Liu Yu's plans, even if he racked his brains, it would be difficult for him to come up with them.

This is not surprising. Although Guo Jia is very intelligent, there is a knowledge gap of two thousand years between him and Liu Yu. In between, there have been too many ups and downs, and there are many successful experiences and lessons. Liu Yu was able to draw nourishment from this period of history.

Two thousand years of accumulation cannot be matched by simply having more wisdom.

But it is no exaggeration to say that even if Liu Yu was born in a poor family, with his countless insights, he could still crush countless strategists in this era.

Guo Jia headed west and passed through Luoyang City. Luoyang City left a good impression on him, and Liu Yu also left a somewhat shocking impression on him.

"It seems that I have to go to Chang'an." He stood at the city gate, looking into the distance and muttering to himself.

A voice sounded in his ear.

"Sir, are you going to Chang'an?"

Guo Jia looked down and saw a young man standing beside him with a long sword on his back, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"good."

The boy thought for a long time, mustered up the courage to ask, "Can you take me with you?"

"Why are you going to Chang'an?" Guo Jia was a little curious.

"I want to learn sword." The young man's firm voice sounded slowly.

Guo Jia looked at the length of the long sword on his back, which was almost as tall as the boy, and felt a little curious.

"Why do we have to go to Chang'an to learn sword?"

"Because my master is in Chang'an." The young man answered uncertainly, "My master said that as long as I can grind the iron rod into a needle, he will accept me as his apprentice. Look, now the iron rod has become an embroidery needle."

The boy raised his scarred hand, and there was indeed an embroidery needle between his fingers.

Guo Jia was a little bit unbelievable. From what the young man said, the embroidery needle was actually made from an iron rod. How much perseverance would that take?

"Who is your master?" Guo Jia was very curious about which master could come up with such a weird way to test the young man.

"I heard from Uncle Liu that my master's name is Wang Yue, and he is a swordsman."

"Do you know Uncle Liu?"

The boy nodded affirmatively and pointed to the sword behind him.

"This sword was given to me by Uncle Liu. He told my master that I am a martial arts genius."

Guo Jia found the young man in front of him more and more interesting.

Although he is not good at martial arts, he is not completely ignorant of martial arts.

Looking at the boy's determined eyes and powerful hands, he felt that Liu Yu had a good eye and that this boy was indeed a good candidate for martial arts.

"What's your name?"

"Shia."

Guo Jia had a faint smile on his face.

"That's a good name. I'll take you to Chang'an."