"General!"

With a crisp "slap", the black car in Guo Jia's hand had steadily landed on the chessboard. And directly in front of the black car, there was only a lonely red coach.

"Give up!"

Chen Fei gave up the idea of ​​struggling desperately and lost flawlessly.

Chu Tong, who was serving aside, was about to redesign the chessboard, but Chen Fei kicked him in the butt:

"Hurry it away! Do you think I am not losing badly enough? I won't play chess with this person in the future!"

Guo Jia laughed mercilessly and even teased:

"It is not a virtue of a wise ruler."

He was right at all, and Chen Fei could only extinguish his anger.

In fact, this is not anger at all, it is just a little unwillingness.

Chen Fei never expected that Guo Jia could fully master the rules of chess by just teaching him the rules. The two of them played thirty games in five days, and Guo Jia only lost twice at the beginning!

During the battle, Chen Fei truly felt what the crush of IQ is!

If you take a move by yourself, you will only consider the changes in the next two steps at most, but your opponent... seems to always consider much more and farther than him!

In the last few games, Guo Jia seemed to have developed the evil taste of cat and mouse. He clearly gained an advantage, but he wanted to leave a way out and then appreciate the opponent's desperate despair...

Chen Fei, who lost 28 games in the 30th battle, regretted it. Why did he be bored to promote the entertainment and leisure activity of chess?!

Isn’t it nice to teach these people to play football?

With Guo Jia's small body, he can shovel him into the emergency ward in minutes!

Guo Jia waved to Chu Tong and signaled:

"Since the husband of the Fu doesn't want to play anymore, please put it away for me and kill Chen Changwen for two more rounds tomorrow."

Chu Tong glanced at Chen Fei and saw that the latter shrugged indifferently, so he put away the world's first pair of modern chess.

Guo Jia looked out the window:

"Fujun, look, the heavy snow has lasted for more than half a day. Should you be able to moisten some mutton and drink some warm wine in the evening?"

Chen Fei turned to look at him:

"I've given you all the seasonings at the bottom of the pot, so you can eat them every time!"

Guo Jia's expression was as normal, but his eyes flashed slightly:

"What's the point of eating alone?"

Chen Fei was speechless and then raised his voice slightly:

"Yang Zhi, let the kitchen prepare, we will also eat mutton hotpot tonight."

Yang Zhiwei, who was standing by the door, bowed and strode away.

Guo Jia smiled and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Of course, Chen Fei would not be tired of his active approach, not to mention that as Guo Jia said, eating alone is indeed too boring. It is obviously a happy thing to have a companion with a casual personality and carefree personality.

The steaming copper pot quickly got up, and Chen Qun, who smelled the fragrance, joined the team for free.

The maid Yang Lian was drinking while Yang Zhi tried his best to protect the door. The three young men started dinner like this.

"Have you ever heard of a major event that happened in Yanzhou recently?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the mutton was not cooked yet, Guo Jia opened the topic.

Although Yingchuan is close to Chenliu in Yanzhou, Chen Fei did not have the energy to worry about other people's affairs, so he immediately shook his head:

"What's the big deal?"

Guo Jia's eyes were staring at the rolling lamb:

"Cao Mengde killed Bian Wenli who disobeyed him!"

"Oh...who is that?"

Chen Fei's expression was very calm because there was never this character in his memory.

Probably seeing his confusion, Chen Qun came out to explain in time:

"Bian Wenli is a famous scholar in the Central Plains today. He is good at writing and refuting. The "Zhanghua Fu" of that year was also famous, as famous as Kong Wenju and Taoqiu Zilin. A few years ago, he served as the prefect of Jiujiang and has always been quite famous among the world."

"You are talking about...Bian Ren?"

Chen Fei rubbed his chin and barely met the character:

"When did Cao Cao's military advance to Jiujiang?"

Chen Qun continued to explain:

"The year before yesterday, Yuan Shao sent his troops to be the prefect of Jiujiang next year. Bian Rang could not resist and could only return to his hometown Chenliu to live in seclusion."

Guo Jia chuckled:

"Bian Wenli has only literary talent and reputation, but has no strategy to govern the country. He is arrogant and rude, and angers Cao Mengde and causes death."

Chen Fei thought a little, then patted his thigh and sighed:

"What a pity, what a pity!"

The two looked strange:

"What a pity for the Lord of the House?"

Chen Fei decided to use history to raise his identity for himself:

"Cao Cao slaughtered the people of Xuzhou and harmed the famous scholars of Yanzhou. Now his reputation has fallen to the lowest point. The local scholars in Yanzhou will inevitably be in panic. If Cao Cao dares to attack again next year, Yanzhou will probably be subverted at any time!"

Chen Qun was stunned:

"It's not like this, right? There is Xun Wenruo in Yanzhou, and the brothers Zhang Miao and Zhang Chao have always had a good relationship with Cao Cao. How could they easily deviate from Bian Rang's death?"

Guo Jia's thinking is still a step faster:

"The Duke's consideration is not without reason. I heard that Cao Cao ordered Chenliu prefect Zhang Miao to kill Bian Rang, and the latter had strongly advised him, but Cao Cao ignored it. In this way, it was not difficult for Zhang Miao to feel resentful towards Cao Cao."

Chen Fei nodded with a look of regret:

"It's a pity that I only have one county now, my troops have not yet gathered and I don't have much reputation. Otherwise, if I lead the elite troops north, Yanzhou will have an opportunity to take advantage of it!"

Guo Jia smiled but said nothing, only Chen Qun advised:

"The prince of the Fu has not yet fully gained a foothold in Yingchuan. The most urgent task is to rectify government affairs and capture the hearts of the people, rather than to be greedy for the vastness of the county. Otherwise, even if he owns the entire Central Plains, it will be useless..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fei and Guo Jia picked up large pieces of mutton churning from the pot with chopsticks.

Chen Qun quickly raised his chopsticks to fish, but only caught two leaves of vegetable stained with soup.

Chen Fei swallowed three slices of mutton in one bite, and chewed it while grinning:

"The long article says very well, but it can be seen that my most urgent need now is talent!"

He swallowed the minced meat in his mouth and took a mouthful of mutton soup:

"Yingchuan is a famous county in the world, with many famous scholars from afar. They should not have lacked talents, but the war was raging, and a large number of scholars either avoided chaos in Hebei, could not escape Jingzhou, or lived in seclusion in the mountains. In addition, I had no virtue or talent, so that the government offices of the county magistrates only had a few talents that were available."

Guo Jia and Chen Qun looked at each other, but neither spoke, and could only use chewing to conceal their expression.

But Chen Fei's focus is not on the previous words:

"It may be enough for literati and strategists, but now in Yingchuan, there is no brave general who can fight well. This is my biggest worry!"

This is indeed the most embarrassing problem. The two military generals Chen Fei reused now are nothing more than Yang Zhi and Wang Chong, but both of them are brave and may be competent to charge with hundreds of people, but if they have to consider their talents comprehensively, they are not worthy of being listed as "military generals".

Because they are all standard illiterate! Not to mention having a strategy, they don’t even have the basic ability to read and read words!

"Well……"

After Guo Jia swallowed it voraciously, he finally put down his chopsticks and wiped the scallions stained on his mouth:

"The Lord of the House is eager to seek talent, and I am willing to share my worries for the Lord of the House."

Chen Fei's eyes lit up:

"Can you recommend a good talent for your filial piety?"

Guo Jia nodded slightly:

"There are many talented people in the countryside. Before Carnival, I once knew a poor family. He was both civil and military, and he was also chivalrous. He once killed people in the streets to avenge his friends. He was rescued by his party members while parading on the streets by the county government. Later, he changed his name to study and lived in seclusion in the Guigu near Songgao Mountain. It is easy for ordinary people to find it."

There were too many cases of murdering people for loyalty in the late Han Dynasty, and Chen Fei didn't care, but just asked urgently:

"Who is this person?"

Guo Jia shrugged:

"This man is from a poor family and is not very famous. His surname is Xu and his courtesy name is Yuanzhi. I'm afraid the Lord of the Mansion has never heard of it."

Chen Fei was a little stunned in his mind, and then shouted:

"Xu Yuanzhi? Feng Xiaoqi is not negligent, and quickly recruit this person for me!"

Guo Jia smiled and raised his chopsticks and pushed half a plate of mutton into the pot:

"Don't worry, when I finish this mutton, I will recruit talents for the lord tomorrow morning!"

Chen Fei couldn't help laughing when he looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Xu Shu?
Chapter completed!