Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

Jiang Wei found his own small stall familiarly, first put his rucksack into the small tent at the back, and then put on a dirt-resistant smock, and helped his mother greet the guests and weigh the melons and fruits.

This is usually the busiest time of the day, and Jiang's mother is so busy that her feet don't touch the ground. When Jiang Wei came, her burden was greatly relieved, and she was finally free to wipe off her sweat.

Both the mother and the son are not talkative, but with the support of so many years, they have a tacit understanding.

When the sky darkened, vendors from the night market gradually arrived, and they put away their stalls without haste.

Jiang's mother glanced at her dull son, keenly aware of the joy and affection hidden under the skin of the saw-mouthed gourd as always.

Something good must have happened in the school building.

Jiang's mother was curious, so she held back for a while and didn't ask questions in the busy city. Instead, she speeded up the packing process invisibly. As soon as she carried a half-full bamboo basket on her back, two full ones were left, and she was caught by Jiang. Wei nimbly piled up with the empty baskets that were sold out, and took them away involuntarily.

She felt warm and didn't stop her.

The mother and son walked back and forth, and when they returned to the house, Mother Jiang forcefully sent her son back to the bedroom to continue studying, lit a fire, and started cooking.

The aroma of rice permeated the small room after a while, and when Mother Jiang came out with two bowls of rice porridge and side dishes, Jiang Wei had already wiped the low table and set the dishes.

Sitting down on the bamboo mat, Jiang's mother couldn't help sighing: "Thanks to listening to my son that day, I didn't stay in those places too much, but moved here. Fortunately, His Royal Highness is kind and loving, and the vast mansions are used to shelter the refugees. , and arranged some work, otherwise, how could orphans and widows have such a comfortable life."

Ma Teng and Han Sui, the warlords who had been entrenched in Xiliang for many years, wanted to take advantage of the situation and join forces with foreigners to attack the surrounding cities and counties of Luodu.

As a result, the war ended in a muddle, leaving the ground in a mess, no one cared for the soldiers who died in battle, and no one cared for the civilians who were deprived of food and starved to death.

The original pillar of the family, Jiang Jiong, went out with the Liangzhou army, and when he returned, there was only one piece of broken armor left. Not only was he gone, but some property was also divided up by other defeated soldiers.

She was both angry and sad, and suffered a serious illness, which emptied out her meager family fortune.

Mother Jiang thought about it, her eyes became hot.

If it hadn't been for the root cause of the disease, and he couldn't work hard, how could it have dragged down Da'er's bright future?

Her son was not so taciturn in his early years.

The school established by King Yu gave excellent treatment to outstanding students. Jiang Wei was also very good at reading. Not only were the fees for training and books completely waived, but even food, clothing and housing were provided.

If Jiang Wei was alone, even with a subsidy from the stall, he would not have to worry about basic necessities.

However, Jiang Wei was worried about her health, so he refused to live in the school, and went back and forth between the market and the school building for several years just to take care of her.

Refugees need to live in houses, either pay money and food, or work.When the superiors inspected her, they saw that she was not in good health, and what was assigned to her was not considered a burden at all, but just living, which was more than enough.

Reluctantly, she couldn't take the medicine, so she added a lot of expenses. Only by working harder can she barely make ends meet.

Because Jiang Wei was busy with his livelihood, he went back and forth in a hurry every day, so he had no time to attend class reunions like Yaji.

If you have a little free time, you can study hard.

Only by staying at the top of the list can he be worthy of the school's kindness to him.

However, his excellent grades inevitably arouse people's envy. He does not socialize with others and is also reticent. As time goes by, he is gradually rejected by the people around him.

When others knew that his family was poor and he had to go to the street to sell melons and fruits, which was completely disrespectful, they used it to mock him secretly for fun.

Jiang Wei has a firm will and a clear goal. As long as he doesn't really touch his head, the cynicism of some clowns will be counted as deaf ears, and he has no right to hear it.

Jiang Wei nodded slightly, and said with a serious look: "If King Yu wins the championship, it will be a blessing for the world."

Even if it is only a small official under the command of a Mingjun who has the world in mind, it is much better than being the right arm of a mediocre lord.

"The situation at home," Jiang Wei probably knew about his mother's guilt, and comforted him, "If you persist for half a year, it will be five years, and you can refer to becoming an official."

Long before he came to Henan, he knew that he would not be able to get recommended to be an official. He always wanted to study in government schools for five years. After meeting the only prerequisite, he immediately passed the imperial examination to become an official. .

In the past four and a half years, if you persist for another six months, you will be on the right track.

——As for whether he can pass the exam, Jiang Wei, who has never let anyone take the first place, has never worried about it.

Jiang Wei was thinking about preparing for the small test three days later, and quickly used up the porridge and rice. Jiang's mother quickly took away the dirty dishes and chopsticks.

"You don't need to do this little thing." Mother Jiang said seriously: "Go to study, mother is still waiting for my son to become famous."

After watching Jiang Wei enter the house, she sat back in the small courtyard, and with the help of the lights lit by the neighbors, she picked out the badly bumped ones from the two baskets of half-sold fruit and put them aside alone.

However, after picking out one basket, Jiang Wei came out, moved a small wooden stool and sat aside without saying a word, helping to pick out.

Mother Jiang wanted to drive him back, but he didn't listen, he just said, "It won't be long."

The filial son sent him over and over again, and Jiang's mother was not polite, and finally released the curiosity that had been brewing all night.

She didn't speak in a hurry, but chose two big, beautiful, and sweet plums from the good pile, and put them on Jiang Wei's side.

The corner of Jiang Wei's eyes fell on the top, he settled down a little, and couldn't help looking at Mother Jiang with a little doubt.

Mother Jiang said calmly: "The ones you eat by yourself are not suitable for entertaining friends."

Jiang Wei hesitated for a moment, put them on the low table, and put them away by himself in a while.

Jiang's mother confirmed her guess in her heart, and she chose a few more with a smile. Jiang Weicai had no choice but to say: "...he is alone, and he can't finish so much."

Mother Jiang let out an ooh before giving up.

But the next moment, she was surprised to find that the tips of her son's ears had turned red at some point...

At this moment in Prince Yu's Mansion, Yan Qing was burning incense and taking a bath, while Lu Bu was sitting cross-legged in the small hall with his arms crossed, staring at the elegantly written piano score with a hostile expression.

"I only know that Fengxian is good at playing the zither." When Yan Qing came out, he was amused by his expression as if facing a formidable enemy, and deliberately teased: "But I don't know that you play the zither?"

Lu Bu shook his head, consciously fetched a soft towel, and gently twisted the remaining water from Yan Qing's hair.

Enjoying his service, Yan Qing picked up the piano score that had been turned so that the thin threads of the paper were loose and the pages were also very soft, and flipped through it very carefully, reluctant to touch it again, lest it would be damaged.

Can't help sighing: "What a serious person."

Lu Bu scoffed inwardly.

serious?

Can you be more serious than him?

He was expressionless, but with a hundred times more serious attitude than that, he carefully twisted the smooth black hair of his hands.

Over the years, Yan Qing has gotten used to taking care of others: for example, Guo Jia, a persevering obstinate person who steals drinks to find flower girls, and Xun Yu, a stubborn workaholic who is gentle and humble but always puts his health in vain and secretly works overtime.

It was the first time that someone took care of him like a child, so it was fresh and strange, and he cared a little more about Jiang Wei.

Originally, I thought that whether it was Zhong Hui or Zhuge Liang, they had gotten along quite well with Zhong Hui in history, but they arranged several people to work together, but now they are a bit reluctant.

After asking the principal Lu Yi about Jiang Wei's current situation, Yan Qing naturally would not let Jiang Wei, who had already learned it, waste another half a year, but used the recommendation method to appoint him.

As for the specific position, Yan Qing thought about it, and decided to temporarily assign him to work for him for a while, and then put him in another position to practice according to the situation.

Lu Bu saw that Yan Qing was so fond of Jiang Wei that he was promoted to his side, he regretted not following him during the day, and was so jealous that his whole body turned sour.

Jiang Wei was the final word, Yan Qing never forgot about Ji Kang's Fu San.

The next day, in Liushuilou, Yan Qing said sonorously: "Hanshi San is made of cinnabar, realgar, alum, Zengqing, and cishi. It is expensive and harmful. Although the onset of toxicity is slow, it is extremely serious and the most abominable." The problem is that the user feels hot all over the body at the beginning, the gods are cheerful, and the physical strength becomes stronger. It is really a poisonous medicine to confuse the mind! Once this thing becomes popular, life will be lost, the family will be destroyed, and the country will be shaken, which will harm future generations! As long as I am in Qing Dynasty, I will order everyone from the officials to the ordinary people to never use this medicine or make this powder! Anyone who violates the law will be severely punished..."

In the past few decades, Yan Qing had seldom got angry, but when suddenly he became sullen, everyone was shocked, and they were the first to doubt their own eyes.

Guo Jia asked curiously: "What is cold food powder? Jia has never heard of it."

It was fine if he didn't open his mouth, but when he opened his mouth, he hit the muzzle of the gun.

Not for anything else, just because these words immediately reminded Yan Qing that the Guo Jia in history was also a fanatic.

He gave the innocent Guo Jia a hard look, and threatened in a deep voice: "You better have never heard of it!"

Guo Jia: "..."

He was gouged out for no reason, and even if he felt wronged, he had no choice but to shut up.

Xun Yu coughed lightly, and said in a polite manner: "What the lord just said, I will order you to go down and make people make posters and advertise it, and search all places strictly, and you must not let the evil spirits go."

Jia Xu is passionate about health preservation, and he also hates this kind of poison, so he immediately agreed: "The person who makes the poison should be punished with capital punishment!"

It is urgent to conduct a thorough investigation and cure.

But those who don't know are not guilty, Yan Qing is willing to give Ji Kang another chance for the disobedient Ji Kang.

After that day's disappointment, Yan Qing didn't want to go to listen to the piano anymore, so he asked Guo Jia to help draft a letter and sent it to Lu Yi, ordering Ji Kang to stop obeying.

To be a teacher, you should lead by example.

Moreover, Ji Kang is very famous and has many admirers. Once the people under him follow his example, the consequences will be disastrous.

During the break-up period, he will be temporarily suspended from work, and if he commits another offence, he will be dismissed immediately.

Yan Qing dictated, and when Guo Jia sketched, he suddenly thought of Jiang Wei who was about to become his secretary, and couldn't help smiling: "From now on, I don't need to bother you about these matters."

"Oh?" Guo Jia raised his eyebrows: "Why is that?"

Yan Qing happily said: "You will know when the time comes."

The corner of Guo Jia's mouth twitched, and he wrote the letter according to Yan Qing's intention, before stuffing it into the wooden cow and horse, but said: "If the master orders as the leader, it will have a miraculous effect."

Yan Qing frowned: "What?"

Guo Jia shrugged and sent the letter.

After Lu Yi got the order, he immediately summoned Ji Kang and ordered him to disperse.

However, Ji Kang's nature is bohemian and unrestrained, how could he be willing?

It's a small matter to quit casual, but a big matter to character, he immediately said that he would rather resign than be bound by vulgar orders.

Yan Qing was amused: "What a tough guy."

Guo Jia was eating oranges on the side right now, and accidentally ate a particularly sour one, his face wrinkled: "Jia has already said that the master used the wrong method."

Yan Qing glanced at him: "Then do as you say."

Guo Jia smiled smugly, wrote down a plan eloquently, and sent it out of Saimu Niu Li.

When meeting Shang Yanqing's eyes, Guo Jia said lazily: "How dare Dharma Guardian refuse to follow the words of the leader? If he insists on doing so, he will have to be expelled."

Yan Qing was extremely suspicious.

Will this work?

Guo Jia smiled and said, "Your Majesty, let's see."

After a while, Mu Niu came back with Lu Yi's reply.

——Ji Kang was hit hard when he heard the words, and he had no choice but to agree aggrievedly.