Li Mengxi said he didn't understand geography, which was normal. Liu Bei remembered Fengming Mountain that day, and Li Mengxi had misremembered the location of Youzhou and Jizhou.

Just thinking about it made me feel calm.

It's normal for such a little doll to have some shortcomings. Otherwise, if he really knew everything, wouldn't it be outrageous?

It's just that a military advisor who doesn't understand geography...

Liu, Guan, and Zhang stayed up all night discussing the military situation, using a small oil lamp to boil the butter twice.

Li Mengxi was really sleepy. He was yawning and dozing off, but Liu Bei asked him to sleep, but he didn't go and insisted on holding on.

Then he held it on his hands, and then he lay on the stone table and fell asleep.

Seeing that he fell asleep accidentally, Liu Guanzhang pointed and laughed softly.

The next day was the fourth day of May. When Li Mengxi opened his eyes, he was shocked to find that it was dawn.

Didn't we discuss military affairs last night? I can't remember what happened next.

Li Mengxi looked again and found that his brother was gone and was not in bed.

Li Mengxi scratched his head and turned over to get up.

When Li Mengxi hurried out, a servant of Zhang Fei's family was already waiting, saying that food was ready.

This made Li Mengxi feel like he was living the life of a young master with servants to serve him.

Breakfast is the same porridge, cakes and boiled vegetables.

Because of the cooking utensils, most of the food preparation methods in the Han Dynasty were boiling or stewing.

Like Zhang Fei's family, the porridge is made of refined grains without any gluten, which is already the life of the upper class.

Not surprisingly, there was one egg kept for myself.

My brother and I eat an egg every day, which is pretty good.

The sun had risen. When Li Mengxi found Liu Bei under the pavilion, Liu Bei was standing under the pavilion, looking at the children playing in the threshing floor with a smile on his face.

The children were playing and laughing.

The most common game is the eagle-catching-chicken game that Li Mengxi teaches the children.

In addition, there were some children crawling all over the floor, looking for ant holes or small bugs to play with.

Li Mengxi saw that Xiao Bian was lying on the floor with a few other children and was engaged in playing.

How dirty this is, I thought, wake up my brother, but then I thought, just play, at worst, just wash your hands a little bit.

Seeing Liu Bei alone under the pavilion, Li Mengxi walked over and did not say hello in the first sentence when they met, but first talked about work.

"Where are Mr. Xuande, General Guan and the three generals?"

"The second brother has led the sentry cavalry out. As for the third brother, he is leading the troops and stationed in front of the city to show off his momentum."

Liu Bei answered with a smile.

What is Zhang Fei doing outside the city with his troops? What is the momentum?

Li Mengxi was puzzled for a moment.

Later, after careful questioning, Liu Bei glanced at Li Mengxi and explained, "We have taken away the food of the powerful, and the powerful in the city will definitely hate me.

Today, the Yellow Turbans are being recruited, and all the best soldiers have been sent out. In fact, they are strong on the outside and capable on the inside.

If a powerful person knows about it, he will take the opportunity to attack.

Therefore, a certain commander, Yide, ordered the strong men to pretend to be local braves and lead two hundred people outside the city to confuse the eyes of the powerful and make them think that our elite soldiers are still there and not dare to act rashly."

When Liu Bei explained this, Li Mengxi's eyes lit up.

High!

I didn't expect this section.

If Li Mengxi's arrangement was followed, the two fierce generals Guan and Zhang would directly lead the troops out, and it would not be expected that the powerful generals would be on guard in case of an attack.

Li Mengxi was lax in his planning and unaware of the sinister nature of people's hearts. In any case, Li Mengxi was still very immature. How could someone like Liu Guanzhang, who had been among the people for more than 20 years, be as experienced as him?

Guan and Zhang have not come out together, but with Zhang Fei here, the rear will be safe.

However, the whole matter of recruitment rests on Guan Yu.

Li Mengxi was not afraid that Guan Yu would overturn in his battle, otherwise Guan Yu would not be able to destroy the Yellow Turbans. He was only afraid of appeasement.

What is appeasement? No killing, no massacre.

Although Guan Yu's attitude towards the Yellow Turban refugees was not as bad as Zhang Fei's, he was still hostile to the Yellow Turbans. I wonder how many refugees Guan Yu could bring back during his trip.

Li Mengxi looked around. He was in Zhang Fei's manor. The pavilion was at a high place, and he had a panoramic view of the surrounding defensive houses and wheat fields.

At a glance, the wheat fields are green and yellow, it seems... it seems that it is the wheat harvest season?

Li Mengxi suddenly remembered that it was May.

"Farmers have less leisure in the month, but people are twice as busy in May." Li Mengxi muttered something. He thought of this poem, and then remembered that May is the season for harvesting wheat.

"The wheat is almost ripe." Li Mengxi said to himself.

On the side, Liu Bei looked at Li Mengxi for a long time with a surprised look on his face.

I knew that Li Mengxi sensed something was wrong.

Turning his head, he looked at Liu Bei and asked Liu Bei what was wrong.

"The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. Xi'er, this is very appropriate. Every May, the wheat and beans are ripe, and the farmers are twice as busy." Liu Bei praised.

Young Master Tian Xian Yue, this is a poem...

Li Mengxi thought about it for a moment, then, looking at the traceless wheat field, he slowly spoke.

"The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are even busier.

At night the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.

The women carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp.

I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The foot is steaming and rustic, the back is burning in the sky,

I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.

Again there was a poor woman with a child beside her,

The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.

Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.

After all the taxes are paid on the family fields, this is left to satisfy the hunger.

What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry trees.

The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and he has a surplus of food every year.

I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it."

Li Mengxi enunciated the words clearly and finished reading with a flurry of cadences.

Liu Bei's eyes widened and he stared at Li Mengxi in great surprise.

Li Mengxi recited (memorized) a long poem. He listened to it once and didn't remember it completely, but every word of it was astonishing to Liu Bei.

Then, Liu Bei walked away in a hurry.

Li Mengxi was stunned.

No, I suddenly remembered the poem "Looking at the Cutting of Wheat". I recited it to show my incomprehensibility. After reciting the poem, why did Liu Bei run away?

When Li Mengxi was confused, Liu Bei left in a hurry, paper and pen in hand, and returned again.

Liu Bei asked Li Mengxi to write down the long poem that was so long that he could not remember it.

In ancient times when education and learning resources were scarce, the ancients attached great importance to knowledge.

The brush is in hand, and the rough straw paper is spread out on the stone table.

Li Mengxi took up his pen and was planning to write.

The pen stopped midway, and Li Mengxi hesitated.

It’s not that I’m afraid of the ugly words, the words make sense.

When I was in primary school, the teacher in the village also asked me to write big characters with a brush every week. After three years of writing, the calligraphy was not ugly at least, if not beautiful.

The reason for hesitation is that the characters, the traditional Chinese characters of the Han Dynasty, may have errors.

However, what if Liu Bei thinks he can't write?

I started writing and wrote the first two words, Tian, ​​Hejia, which are the same in simplified and traditional Chinese.

Then, Li Mengxi handed the pen to Liu Bei and refused to let Liu Bei write.

Li Mengxi's concealment was perfect. Even when he wrote, the font was Song style, the shape of the font was quite neat, and it had beautiful edges.

As soon as I started writing this handwriting, it passed the test.

Then, Li Mengxi recited it and Liu Bei wrote it in handwriting.

The poems written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty spanned time and came to the end of the Han Dynasty.
Chapter completed!