Chapter 20 Rich 4

Liu Jaozhi appreciated me for those thoughts that were beyond their thinking. Looking at Liu Laozhi and Sun Wuji shogunate, although there are many people from a humble family, few people have the same experience as me. This is one of the reasons why I can survive in these two shogunates.

For me, suffering is a pain in my youth, but it has become wealth in my prime.

Sun Wu finally gave me such an evaluation: "There is Chen Ping's wisdom, but no Chen Ping's virtue."

"There is Chen Ping's wisdom" is easy to understand, but "no Chen Ping's virtue" is an anon. Because Chen Ping's "morality" is actually virtuous. Therefore, Sun Wuji's evaluation is that my wisdom is comparable to Chen Ping, and my conduct is much better than Chen Ping.

Sun Wu finally compared me to Chen Ping, an important advisor of Liu Bang. Although it is a false praise, there are many similarities between me and Chen Ping's experience. Chen Ping is also paying attention to practical results, which often makes it difficult for Zhang Liang, Xiao He and Han Xin to understand. Even when Liu Bang was trapped in the white horse, he finally relied on Chen Ping's strange tricks to relieve the siege.

In fact, Chen Ping's so-called "strange" tricks are nothing more than damaging moves that can't be put on the table. This is why even history books are not easy to record.

After suddenly becoming cheerful, He Wuji returned to his original careless attitude. After dinner, I stayed with He Wuji for one night. The next day, he couldn't wait to return to Huiji to return to Liu prison.

Sun En and Yao Sheng did not come to attack the city for a long time, and the affairs of the county were handed over to the county magistrate. I even feel bored when I stay in the stream. This time can be used to solve the problem of military service.

I haven't started to act yet, and someone took action before me. That day, a man came to the military mansion with two boxes in his hand.

I don't know this man well, but I recognize his appearance. He is the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao who led hundreds of refugees into Xiaoxi Village.

"Brother Xiao, what do you want to see when you come to the house today?"

"Before the war was tense, Liu Sima could remember the hunger of our people and opened the gate to let me take refuge in the village. I have a big favor. In the past few days, I heard that the army is short of pay, and it is said that it also affects morale. Therefore, after discussion, I raised some money for the defenders.

I couldn't help but be overjoyed when I heard what he said. Although the two boxes in his hand are not big, they also have to bear his beauty. Moreover, many brothers in the newly recruited army are from refugees.

I got up and said, "I appreciate the kindness of the people, but you are in trouble here. How can you have any money?"

He said: "Although we are refugees, we are not all poor, and some of them are once rich. Although he was forced to leave his hometown without food and clothing, the good thing is that Yu Cai still has some. Although these are just a drop in the bucket, after all, I'm waiting for a little bit. After saying that, he opened the two boxes.

I saw that the two boxes were not ordinary copper coins, but two boxes of gold and silver. One box is full of silver, and the other box is not full of gold. Among them, there are also several expensive jewelry.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. However, I have a strange feeling, because one of the jewelry looks very familiar.

The refugees were so generously rewarded that I was deeply disturbed because I was busy with military affairs and had no time to take care of them. So Yu Qiu was instructed to send me a greeting to see if the refugees were still in trouble.

After dinner, I went to Kone's house to find him.

I didn't expect that the Enren was not in the house, and it took some time for the soldiers to find it. Qion ran back sweatingly. As soon as he saw me sitting on the bed, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Sima looking for me?"

"Where have you been?"

He took the sweat towel handed to him and said, "Ha ha. I went to Dongying to gamble a few times.

"Oh? How about winning or losing?"

"I lost dozens of dollars today."

In terms of war, this black man has few enemies in the stream army, but in terms of gambling, he is known as the "Black God of Wealth". Not because he is rich, but because he is good at giving money. This can't help but remind me that he once said that Huan was "mastered in the destruction of the whole army". This sentence is placed on the head of raun, which is "proficient in losing money".

I smiled and said to En, "Walk with me in the village."

"Good."

I said to the soldiers who followed me, "My owner is walking in the village. You don't have to follow."

The weather is gradually getting hot. Although the humidity in the cottage is heavy, it is not as cold as the previous days. A half moon hung in the sky, shuttling through the thin clouds, and the moonlight illuminated the mountain road in the village. The lights in the barracks and private houses are staggered to decorate the night scene, presenting a statue of peace and tranquility.

I want to believe that this "permanently defeated general" who loves gambling beside me is the first time I have heard that gambling does not rely on luck alone, but on skills. And these skills do not rely on ingenuity, but on martial arts and require long-term hard practice. And I found that the gambling skills I mentioned were obviously too profound for Coon. In this way, he is not wronged to lose that money.

Watching the night scene and talking about gambling skills, of course, is not the main reason why I asked I want him to take me to meet someone, someone I can't meet. This man is amaranth.

Amaranth has already left the women's prison camp, but she lives in a village south of the village with a group of women who have regained their freedom. This is the land of the Coon.

After crossing the guard, the guard called someone to call out the amaranth.

"Sima, let's talk first. I'll sit over there." Akuen said with interest.

"Go ahead. I just told you about those gambling skills, and I guess you can't sit still at this time. Go ahead, don't wait for me."

"Sima, Miss Amaranth, then I'll go."

Amaranth didn't say anything, but saluted to En.

After Kuan left, I looked at the amaranth in front of me and saw that she was wearing a coarse cloth dress, her hair was only casually tied, her face was very haggard, and her face was not even makeup. With such a dress, it is completely unimaginable that this is the dancer in the "Fairy Pavilion" in Wu County that makes countless men fall in love.

Although Amaranth no longer has to do coolies, I know that even ten days of cooli can't ignore the physical and mental torture of people. I thought she deliberately kept a distance from amaranth. She worked hard in the women's camp for a day or two, and eventually she would leave because she couldn't stand it. But she didn't think of her perseverance that she didn't know where it came from. She gave up her freedom and stood up in the female prison camp.

"Amaranth, I..." I took Amaranth's hand and was speechy for a moment.

The silent amaranth suddenly cried at this time. Tears flowed down her face. If it hadn't been for the fear of shock, she would have let go of her voice and cried loudly. Amaranth cried very sadly, accompanied by crying, and his shoulders shrugged. She didn't want to pull her hand out of my hand, and tears flowed freely on her face and skirt.

The crying appearance of this beauty at this time can no longer be described as "pear blossoms with rain". I think the more appropriate word should be "mud and rain". Those men who admire her may have already avoided seven or eight tenths of crying.

However, in my opinion, this silly crying is so pitiful and lovely. I couldn't help but hold her in my arms. The amaranth, who buried her face in my chest, could finally cry loudly, and melt her pain, grievance, anger, and perhaps some happiness into my chest, my heart.

I don't know when the half moon in the sky will be avoided.

The sound of weaving and frogs rise and fall one after another among the trees and grass far away from the mountain road, and the whispers of the two people are submerged in this noise.