"Wow——" Liu Xiu let out a long breath, sat silently for a while, then rubbed his hands warm, wiped his face first, and then gently patted his whole body. Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the strange and familiar room with a ray of morning light coming out of the crack in the window.

After three months of being here, after shock, fear, confusion and a hint of rebirth, he had accepted the facts in front of him, abandoned those useless grievances, and began to consider the more practical difficulties in front of him. From this point of view, Liu Xiu always felt that he was a shameless person. In the face of all difficulties, he could always focus his energy on solving problems as quickly as possible, rather than indulging in those emotions that were useless.

It was precisely because of this excellent personality that a family member who spent his whole life savings exchanged for an appraisal certificate issued by an expert, but was finally judged as a fake. After he couldn't afford to get sick, he spent ten years making himself a fake master, and then made a plan to make the brick family whose conscience was only worth 3,000 yuan to pay the price of being ruined and losing everything.

On the night when he was revenge, he burned the picture of a pseudo-Tang Bohu flower lady soaked in his old age in front of his friend's soul. Then he got drunk, but was attacked by two gangsters on the way home. In the art counterfeiting business, he was a sarcastic scholar who was a complete and weak scholar. He would pant like a dog if he ran a hundred meters. Of course, he would not be the opponent of the two gangsters. Although he was so angry that he was like a mad dog and fought back, he was still hit twice and fell miserably on the street and became a dead dog.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the destruction of the body was the most thorough and direct. In the face of arrogant force, everything was a cloud.

Perhaps God had eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found that he did not stand in front of Yan Luo for trial, but was reborn in Zhuo County at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Although the four walls were very different from the environment he had been familiar with before, for him, who did not like the urban jungle made of steel and concrete, these four earthen walls were not so unacceptable.

What's more, he also received an unexpected gift, that is, his body is very strong now, as strong as a cow. If he was half strong in his previous life, he believed that even if he was not the opponent of the two gangsters, he could at least escape and not die so cowardly. Perhaps, he would stand in front of the brick family again, humiliate him once and repay him once.

Although there was no evidence, he did not doubt at all that the two gangsters who seemed to have met by chance were hired by others. Maybe he could not find evidence, but he was never a person who was bound by so-called evidence. Compared with those laws that seemed fair but had changed their nature, he believed in his power more, even if it was not strong enough.

There is no if in the world, so Liu Xiu no longer thinks about those things. Anyway, ten years ago, when he was preparing to retaliate against the brick family with a wide connection inside and outside the circle, he was mentally prepared, not to mention that the result now does not seem to be the worst.

Although this result is not the best.

Liu Xiu was just a master of counterfeiting artworks, but not a historical expert. He knew the history related to artworks very well, but in addition, he was still in the stage of listening to stories. He had been more than three months, but he still hadn't figured out what year it was now. He only knew that it was probably the late Eastern Han Dynasty. This place was a place called Zhuo County, which should be in the north, but he didn't know where it was.

On the one hand, he had a certain understanding of the furniture decoration style in the room, and knew that this was something from the Han Dynasty. On the other hand, he heard that he had a younger brother in this life. Although this younger brother was not his biological son, he was a famous man in history. Combined with his age, he probably knew that it was the late Eastern Han Dynasty. The famous Yellow Turban Rebellion had not yet appeared. The Han Dynasty was still like a gorgeous tall building. Although the interior was decayed, it still maintained its arrogant magnificence and power.

After roughly understanding such an era and learning that although his new family is still well-off, he is definitely not powerful, Liu Xiu knew that the biggest problem he would face in the near future was to save this lost and regained life. People in troubled times are not as good as peaceful dogs, and although Liu Xiu was a little scholarly, he still understood this principle. He also had self-knowledge that art may allow him to live a happy and comfortable life in a peaceful and prosperous era, but in troubled times, it cannot bring him even a trace of safety. Even if you can make a brilliant pen, it is not as realistic as a knife.

Liu Xiu is not that kind of domineering person. Since his younger brother, who is said to be born a noble man, is destined to be a long-distance running athlete, and finally gain a foothold in the Southwest. Why do he believe that he can be shocked by a tiger, a hero will come to throw him, a long sword will lead to the world?

Therefore, running away seems to be a more feasible method, and he now has a body that seems to be very suitable for running away.

Therefore, what Liu Xiu does most attentively now is to exercise. He regards physical exercise as a fraud in his previous life, and puts all his efforts into it. He sits quietly in the morning and evening every day to nourish his energy. He plays with stone burdens and stone locks in the yard during the day, and has to carry a heavy load to go out for a long-distance running at night, seize every time to make himself stronger.

The cold eyes of the "father" and the tears of "mother's heartache" were not included in his considerations. He was not even interested in figuring out why the father looked at his son so coldly. He was not as cold as he looked at the younger brother who seemed to be far away from him. Could it be that he was not his biological child at all? Or because the boy said something very awesome, he believed that he would definitely be more promising than his son in the future? Liu Xiu admitted that the boy was indeed promising in the future, but at present, except for being a little older, the boy was not much different from other children, and he did not have the aura of being born noble.

Liu Xiu stood up, walked out of the room, moved his body in the yard, and began to fiddle with the stone locks again, until he was sweating profusely and exhausted before he stopped. He sat on the stone lock, looking at the bulging chest muscles under his sweaty skin, and smiled with satisfaction. After a while, he was about to get up and go to the front yard to get a bucket of water to rush over. A young man about fifteen or sixteen walked over with a bucket of water and smiled before he could speak.

"Brother, I've called the water. You can hurry up and see that you are sweating all over, so it's not good to let Uncle see it."

Looking at the gentle and almost flattering smile on the boy in front of him, Liu Xiu smiled. Although he felt that the famous scholar Hu Lelan, who determined that he would be a noble person in the future, he had to say that even Hu Lelan was still a little tricky.

Because this young man is the hero Liu Bei and Liu Xuande who can stand firm in the battle against Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun, who can help Zhuge Liang, who is wise and almost demonic, and who can help the treacherous hero Cao Cao and the hero Sun Quan.

"Thank you." Liu Xiu nodded. Liu Bei smiled silently, put down the bucket, turned around and took another wooden basin, poured the water into the basin, and before Liu Xiu, he soaked a coarse cloth hand towel in the water, and then naturally turned behind Liu Xiu. While helping him wipe the sweat on his back, he smiled and said, "I'll wipe your back for you."

Liu Xiu responded, sat without moving, enjoying the service of the future emperor of Shu, but did not feel proud at all, but instead frowned secretly. Perhaps it was because he had seen many hypocritical people in his previous life, or perhaps because he knew that this emperor who had truly risen from the grassroots was best at winning people's hearts. He was a little instinctively alert to Liu Bei's actions today.

Because he has been in this world for more than three months, Liu Bei has visited him several times, but he has never served him so actively. On the contrary, when Liu Bei is in front of him, his head is always raised, rather than lowering his head as docilely as in front of his "father" Liu Yuanqi and his "mother" Tang.

Liu Xiu looked at the shaking reflection in the basin, the tenderness and roughness that appeared between his national face, eyebrows and eyes, and guessed what secret was hidden behind Liu Bei's abnormal behavior today. In order to deal with the brick family, he had been lying on firewood and tasting gall for ten years, and thought he still had some experience in exploring people's hearts.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Liu Xiu turned his back to Liu Bei. He couldn't see the expression on Liu Bei's face. He just felt that Liu Bei's hand that helped him wipe his sweat was stuck for a moment, and then he calmed down again. He quickly wiped his sweat dry. Then he turned to Liu Xiu and rubbed it in the water while saying, "Brother, look at you like this, I guess you are fine?"

"Yes." Liu Xiu nodded with a smile, bent his arms and poses, showing that he is so healthy that he is speechless.

Liu Bei glanced at him, handed the rubbed towel to his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I will feel relieved this way, and there will be no problem going to study."

"Reading?" Liu Xiu asked casually while wiping the sweat on his body. He didn't look at Liu Bei's expression, but he was very surprised. He didn't know if Liu Bei likes to study. He thought that those who can achieve a career would never be illiterate, but he knew what kind of person his body was. He couldn't even find a piece of paper or a pen in his room. He was definitely not a person who likes to study.

He was mentally prepared for this. Even in that so-called prosperous era, there were a lot of people who could not read. Now printing has not yet appeared, and books are spread by hand, and it is even more impossible for those who read and write in the text and verbal words to be everywhere. It can be guessed from the things in this yard that the original "Liu Xiu" was probably a person with developed limbs, simple mind, and ignorant words.

It’s nothing strange to be illiterate. The question is that Liu Bei should know why he mentioned studying?

"Yes, Li Jun sent someone to invite his uncle to the city to discuss with him about letting us study." Liu Bei stood up, lowered his head and looked at Liu Xiu who had been wiping his sweat silently, and frowned involuntarily. Liu Xiu suddenly fell into a coma three months ago and lay on the bed for a few days. Although he got better soon, he always felt that some parts of him had changed, and nothing else was wrong. His eyebrows were still the same eyebrows, and his eyes were still the same. However, the common and unsuspecting expression between the eyebrows became faint without realizing it. Moreover, he no longer talked as much as before, and he became more and more listening. He often felt that Liu Xiu in front of him was another person.

Liu Xiu didn't say anything, but just smiled silently. He knew that the Li Jun that Liu Bei was talking about was the famous scholar who asserted that Liu Bei would make a name for himself in the future. His name was Li Ding. He was a figure in Zhuo County, where few famous scholars were famous. No wonder his "father" was the only one in the village, but when he heard Li Ding's invitation, he went there happily.

Seeing that Liu Xiu didn't say anything, Liu Bei curled his lips helplessly and continued, "This time this time is different from usual. This time, the gentleman is Lu Zhilu Zigan, a great scholar from Zhuo County. After he became an adult, he has been studying abroad as an official. If it weren't for his poor health and returning to his hometown to recuperate, it would be impossible for us to meet him, and it would be even more impossible for us to study under his disciple. My eldest brother must know that he is a disciple of Ma Rong, a great scholar of Fufeng. If he could join his disciple, even if it was just a record, it would be fine to be a minor official in Zhuo County in the future."

Liu Bei said slowly, it sounded dull, but Liu Xiu heard a hint of uneasiness from it. When Liu Bei mentioned Lu Zhi's name, he remembered that the reason why Lu Zhi could leave a name in history was not because of how good his knowledge was. In the final analysis, it was because of two students, one was Liu Bei who was persuading him to study in front of him, and the other was the famous white horse Gongsun Zan, although neither of them seemed to have much knowledge.

It turns out that until now, Liu Bei has not yet joined Lu Zhi's disciple.

"Brother is devoted to martial arts. I probably don't know how many ways my uncle has thought of in order to give me a way out. Now the opportunity has come and become Lu Zhi's disciple. When I mention it, even the powerful Mao family will give me a slight face when they hear it." Liu Bei still said in a hurry, his tone was light, as if he was not anxious at all.

Mao family? Liu Xiu thought for a while, but he still didn't remember who this person was. However, from Liu Bei's accent, the Mao family was probably a well-known figure nearby, and might still be the kind of bully who was rampant in the countryside.

Being a good teacher is equivalent to having a golden rice bowl. Liu Xiu also understood this truth. Although the system of master-disciple transmission of torch in his previous life has been abolished, it is also very good for those who are studying for masters and doctoral students to have a famous supervisor, which is of great benefit to future competition. What's more, the closeness between teachers and students in feudal society is like father and son. Isn't it said that one day is a teacher, one life is a father, and the same is true for learning martial arts.

However, "I" clearly don't like reading, why did Liu Bei say "we" and "will you do in the future"?

Liu Xiu was thinking that his "mother" Tang walked over from the front with a drooping face. He glanced at Liu Bei, and Liu Bei immediately stopped talking and bowed: "I have met Auntie."

"Hmph!" Tang snorted angrily: "No need to say more, let alone my Ashui was sick and not well-behaved. Even if he was not sick, he was still a person who felt a headache when he saw Shu Jian. He was born to be a material for literacy and could not be a noble person like you. He would not go to study, and you don't need to persuade him. He would go back and weave a few more pairs of straw sandals for your mother and sell it in the county town. He might as well raise some tuition."

She scolded her head and made Liu Bei's head turn red and embarrassed. She could only stammer and said twice, then turned around and left as if she was running away.

"And! I don't know what crazy you are, but I actually want to study. It's okay if I go crazy by myself, but I just want to drag you to suffer. I want our family to pay..." Tang still chattered and scolded Liu Bei, who had disappeared. His indignation was beyond words. While saying that, he took care of Liu Xiu: "Son, when your Ah Weng comes back later, you will say that your health is not well and you can't read. Have you heard?"

Liu Xiu suddenly realized, thought for a while, and suddenly laughed, saying, "Mother, I want to study too."
Chapter completed!