C4 Natural Literary Youth

When he was almost 5 years old, Ma Teng finally received his aunt's Zang decree. After his promotion, he sent a maid to his mother.

A few months later another playmate arrived.

Actually, at my age, this youngster who was five or six years older than me wasn't considered a playmate, but a follower.

"Zhao Cheng, just follow Senior Gongzi from now on." The one who came to see me off was Ma Teng's personal bodyguard, Deng Shan. He rarely joked around and would only lower his head to deal with me when he saw me. I always had a feeling of neglect.

"Yes …" The child called Zhao Cheng looked yellow and skinny. He was obviously a reincarnated hungry ghost. He timidly looked at me, who was two heads lower than him.

"Didn't you give it to me?" Big Sis Marvin asked Deng Shan with a timid look on her face.

Deng Shan shook his head awkwardly.

"Wen'er, stop messing around." Mom pulled Big Sis over and nodded at Deng Shan.

"This little one will take his leave." Deng Shan bowed slightly and quickly left.

Mother looked at Zhao Cheng and sighed: "Wash your body first, I'll get someone to get you a clean set of clothes."

Zhao Cheng raised his head and looked at her, "Thank you, Madam Xie."

A newly arrived attendant had no one to give him a bath. Zhao Cheng quickly finished washing up and put on a set of linen robes.

"You seem to be in high spirits." I crossed my legs and looked at him.

"Young Master!" He quickly bowed to me.

I waved my hand. "Don't be like this, I don't have that many rules!" Nonsense, I'm just the grown up son of a poor family who just became County Order, how can I have so many rules!

"Uh, yes!" Although he did not understand, he still nodded his head.

"Let me ask you, do you know kung fu?" Although I could tell at a glance that this kid doesn't even have enough to eat, I still asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Attack techniques?" he stammered back at me.

"Well, it's punches and kicks," I said, changing the word. "Can you fight?"

"Fight?" He jumped in fright and casually shook his head, "This little one has always been the one getting beaten up, how would I dare to fight!"

I secretly cursed myself for asking such a question. To be able to become a wanderer who was taken in by Ma Teng, he definitely isn't someone who can be beaten up …

I changed the way I asked, "Alright, what do you know to do?"

He shook his wet head in confusion, and water splashed into my eyes from the ends of his hair.

I couldn't help rubbing my eyes. "You don't know anything?" "Then why should I raise you?" Cooking? Laundry? Sweeping the floor? Riding a horse? Lance? Arrow? "

He shook his head like a rattle, launching a torrential storm of attacks.

Unable to resist, I could only retreat.

His hair finally went dry. "I was hoping that you'd teach me, young master!"

I sat down on the floor.

So I started my life with my no-shit follower.

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Childhood always seemed to be very short.

In retrospect, there weren't many memories.

Even though the wuwei was a county of the Liang Zhou, they only had a total of less than 8,000 households outside of the city, which meant that the total population of the West Cold, in addition to the soldiers, was barely 60,000. In total, there were not more than 100,000 people in the entire wuwei County. Although there were a few villages and counties scattered across the West Cold, more than seventy to eighty percent of the population were gathered at the treatment center. After all, human beings were social animals, so everyone still liked to live a social life.

In the modern era, a mere sixty thousand people could not even be compared to a third-rate town, let alone a county. Take my old hometown, which is located in a small county in the east of the river, an extremely poor place with a dozen years of national poverty on top of its head. It also has a population of nearly three hundred and fifty thousand, not to mention the four population provinces of Shandong, Henan, Sichuan, and Guangdong.

The legendary desert is still a few thousand miles away from me, so it's just a large area of grasslands and dense forests, but it's the perfect place for a horse to walk and a dog. As a young West Cold born and raised, I rode a horse and rode on horseback every day.

Although my body from my previous life couldn't be said to be fragile, it could still be said to be indestructible. I basically belonged to the category of people without any fighting experience, who had watched the fight while their legs became weak. In this life, I ran in the wind with great speed, constantly scampering about in the forest, my physique and boldness were incomparable to those of the previous world.

As for the "culture" aspect, everyone should know, West Cold, what kind of place was this? It was the most northern and westernmost corner of the Han Dynasty, which was on the border with the minority ethnic groups of the Western Regions. From time to time, people would rush in happily and fight to their deaths, but it was fortunate that people could stay alive.

Of course, although his father was still young, he was still a parent in the Martial Aunt Zang City. It wouldn't be difficult for him to get a teacher to educate his children. Thus, after adding all of them together, he hired the rather famous Jia Fuzi to teach the Ma Family's foal and two sons of Pang Yi.

Who is Pang Yi? I don't know about this, but I've never heard of this person before. He's now my dad's assistant, but my dad treats his family so well that they can't be any better, and has truly realized the communism within the Ma Pang family. Apart from his wife who can't share it, yours is mine, mine is yours, and even when I saw it, I felt grateful and at a loss for what to do with it.

Pang family's elder shouted at Pang Rou, but he had no impression of her. His body was weak, so he had no choice but to move in the direction of his studies. He was more steady and gave people a feeling that he was not easy to approach.

F * ck, when laozi first heard his name, his legs trembled in excitement for a long time. I almost wanted to hug him and cry for a few hours: Brother, you are the first Ox-Head I've seen since I came to this damn place!

Of course, my cheap dad can't be considered a famous general. Although he could still be called a marquis, but in this damned place it wasn't easy to attract attention, and then he was killed by Cao Cao. Other than playing around with Han Sui, I don't have anything else to remember in my life.

Also, this brother Pang De will definitely become a powerful assistant to me in the future. At the very least, he should be our number one hero for a long period of time in the early stages.

But... Why is Little Pang older brother quieter than his older brother? Even though he was only three years older than me, his usual words weren't even 30% of mine. I, who often approached him with the intention of getting along with him, felt a little disinterested.

En, in fact, the ones who were with me at the beginning were also Big Sis Marvin and her follower Zhao Cheng, not to mention the elder sister. As for my West Cold, as we are too close to Qiang people, we are already full of valor, and we are also mixed with the more aggressive ethnic minorities, it is hard for us to not be influenced more fiercely by them. Many of the people in the Central Plains might view things that are only natural and natural, and many of them are not Han people's, nor are they from the Qiang or other ethnic minorities.

Later on, there were people who spread rumors that Granny Ma Chao was a female of the Qiang Clan, thus, Ma Chao had a quarter of the bloodline of the Qiang Clan and ignored them. There were even people who talked about the existence of the Qiang Clan and drew out the scriptures of the Qiang Clan from who knows where. That was because his elite troops were the descendants of the veterans of ancient Rome! F * ck, why do you have to look down on Chinese people? The reason why we are here is because there are some differences between the water and the soil. The bigger the sandstorm, the simpler the life, leading to the bigger eyes, the taller the nose, and the rougher the skin! We're going to be demonized without a second word? Was there still any justice left!

As for my younger brothers, Ma Tie and Ma Xiu, these two brats, they also attended class with us. That was three or four years later.

After all, I have already lived for a few years after I reincarnated, so it can be said that I have basically adapted to the life of this era. In fact, it is not a question of whether I can adapt to it or not, because in my previous life, up to the time of my rebirth, I was only a university student.

After going to the private school for two or three months, he finally learned how to write Han Dynasty's broken characters. After going to the private school for two or three months, he finally learned how to write Han Dynasty's broken characters.

I don't know what type of script the terminal Han and the Three Kingdoms used in this era, I only know the most basic Song style, and my original favorite Chinese character, Wei Xin … I don't know if I know or not, but with my current level, I can basically understand more than half of an essay. Because I have a "abundant" writing background and a strong ability to read, Jia Fuzi often praised my "intelligence" when I first started teaching. The Pang brothers didn't have much of a reaction to my repeated praise. On the other hand, my dear older sister was actually a bit jealous. This older sister was so proud and arrogant, she didn't want to lower her head to a man.

That was the end of my pride. Other than this being a chance to show off, the rest of me was nothing more than average. After they had all acknowledged me, I would not be able to boast about myself anymore no matter how "talented" I was. And because of the terrible habit of dependency I had already developed on future generations' stuffing education, I couldn't stand the lecturing of this teacher. I often felt that I was in a large classroom with hundreds of students, listening to the professor on the stage shake his head and talk about the third generation of Maoism. My eyelids were no longer mine …

Fortunately, due to my excellent early performance, Jia Fuzi had an excellent impression of me. Basically, he ignored me and turned a blind eye to my subjective slacking. What a considerate humanistic teaching!

In the terminal Han's education, the Confucian classics were of course the absolute mainstream. After all, during the time of the Han Wu Emperor, Dong Zhongru's unique Confucianism was highly valued, so everyone had no choice but to learn the Dao of Confucius. When I first heard the《 Analects of Confucius》, I could only feel that Master Kong's ideas were pretty good, but it's really useless.

I like them.

But I don't care to learn.

In view of my disdain for Confucian classics and my boundless love of literature, I deliberately took a moment out of my busy schedule to lead Zhao Cheng around the room to write his memoirs and express my depressed feelings.

I remember the first thing that was written was a rather thin book, I call it "Three Kingdoms". This book was written when he was four or five years old. At the time, he did not recognize a few Chinese characters, so of course it was convenient to write in simplified Chinese. Thus, the hundreds of pages that were written seemed to belong to the heavenly book and so on.

I often sigh: books to the use of the time, the ancients do not look down on me!

This《 Three Kingdoms》 book is actually rather simple and crude, because the people I know that can write things are only twenty to thirty people. Moreover, most of them are influenced by the lyrics, and sometimes they are even influenced by the Three Kingdoms' culture, so writing them all is very … That, objective and fair.

At the same time, in order to enrich its content, I had to think hard and fill it in with all the classic scenes that could be recalled from the act. Thus, this serious history book also contained a hint of wuxia.

Yes, I've always liked wuxia. What a pity.

Then came the great second book, which I conceived for a long time, and finally decided to write a great long book.

This should be a series of works with grand ideas. It should also be about a group of young people in the last dynasty, who fought to protect the people around them, but were very moving. There was passion, warmth, power, war, brotherhood, organization, fierce and brutal confrontation between the two powers, and also silence within their plans. At that time, I was very excited, but I still didn't know how to name this piece of work that would shine in my life forever. After thinking hard for six hours, the large amount of words finally fell off the snow-white paper.

"Nine Prefectures Misty Record!"