Staring at the huge money bag in his hand, the soldier still couldn't recover.

"Big big... brother." As the autumn wind blew, the cold soldier under his crotch trembled and his teeth opened: "Let's go and go..."

"Come here to help me." The soldier leader limped and collapsed on the ground.

"Let's run too..." The speaker was also scared.

"No, then, collect the money." The eldest brother finally came to his senses: "No...it's cheaper for these refugees."

"Oh!" The soldiers supported each other and stood up, each of them calmed down and continued to collect money without mentioning it.

He looked back at the broken Fan Yuting, and a man in the middle of the straw raincoat said angrily: "Why do you want to give money to me? Just kill me?"

"It's just ten cents. Could it be that it's ten cents to kill people?" Qu Shuai sneered: "How can we wait for the heroes of Mount Tai, so how can we do what we do to ourselves?"

"Brother said it was reasonable. I had defiled the steel knife in my hands for ten cents. It would be better if I didn't do this business." Someone replied.

After climbing a gentle slope, Yishui, which winds like a jade belt, comes into view. On the banks of the Yishui River, there is a row of paddle boats and boats. There are 100 people on the upper and lower levels. One trip can transport thousands of people.

"Ji Country is too stingy. I heard that when Guan Cheng's 3,000 pirates were destroyed a few days ago at the Bohaikou, they were all large ships that could carry a thousand people. There were more refugees here than ants, so why not replace them with large ships?"

"It's easy to turn around when the boat is small." Qu Shuai laughed: "Let's get on the boat."

"Here!"

After seeing around, a group of strong men scrambled into the staggering crowd and moved to the port with the refugees.

"The predecessors stopped." Coach Qu was about to board the ship, but someone suddenly spoke behind him. The man in the straw raincoat was squeezing into the crowd and was about to draw his sword to fight, but he heard the man say, "The leader in the team, let's go out of the line."

The refugees looked back and forth, and they all turned their eyes to the arrogant man wearing a straw raincoat and covering his face under the hat. There was no way, compared with these refugees who were thin, pale and thin, weak and shaky, Kong Wu's powerful man in straw raincoat was not like a refugee.

Sighing, Qu Shuai slowly stood up, looking even taller and taller.

It is imposing.

The refugees around them were unable to avoid them and a clearing of space appeared.

"Such a hero, follow me." The young scholar who had previously recorded the number of people boarding the ship came forward.

"Where are you going?" Qu Shuai pretended not to know. He really didn't know either.

"Go to the Golden Platform, Sifang Pavilion." The young scholar looked at the body of Qu Shuai Kong Wu and showed surprise: "The hero is not as good as an ordinary person, how can he get into a private camp? You can go to Sifang Pavilion. If you pass the examination of the museum ministers, you can be used by Ji State."

"I dare to ask what is the exam."

"Xiao He gave Han Xin, and set up an altar and worshiped him, and he would not take the exam again." The scribe said in a verse: "It is to 'examination and examine the exam'."

"But 'filial and honest', 'big talented and talented,', 'virtuous and upright'?" As soon as he heard the observation, Qu Shuai understood this.

"No, no. It is 'good success', 'good footsteps and water cavalry', 'one fights a hundred', 'one cavalry as a thousand', or 'one enemy of ten thousand people', and so on." The young scholar suddenly approached and pulled Qu Shuai away without saying anything.

The men in the straw raincoat were hiding in the team and suddenly felt a little worried for him.

The last little white face who wanted to hold the big brother's hand was cut into two pieces with one knife.

"Hurry up. There are still brothers in the team..." Coach Qu did not dare to exert too much force, for fear of pulling the weak scholar to the ground.

"Where is it?" The scribe really stopped.

Looking back, all the strong men wearing straw raincoats and a bit of masters are vividly remembered: "But the straw raincoat is long?"

"That's right." Coach Qu replied.

"What's the difficulty? Let's call it together."

"That's right, okay." Qu Shuai was caught with his right hand, and then he changed to his left hand and waved it lightly. The man in the straw raincoat understood it, so he walked out of the refugee queue and gathered with Qu Shuai.

"It's a matter of great trouble, and you can show your strengths. Isn't it a great pleasure to live in this time?" The scholar stretched out his arms and waved his hands hard. A pleasure boat crossed the north bank of Yishui.

When I sent everyone on board, the scribe suddenly thought of something: "The hero left his name. I will write a book to recommend it to you and others."

"Langya Yan Lang." Qu Shuai blurted out.

"Langyayan..." The scribe who was recording carefully suddenly frowned: "Who has this name taken?"

"That's..." Qu Shuai couldn't help but talk in vain and asked, "The name is no less than No. 1, what's the point?"

"A real man should be equipped with a three-foot sword, spread across the battlefield and leave a name in history. How can he be called this common name? 'Meng Lang is still arbitrary.', the word Lang is frivolous and indecent, why not..." The young scholar casually cut off the word "Shui" on the left, "Why not call it Yan Liang?"

"Can it be taken from Zhang Liang, the Liu Hou who is 'outside of being close to one', and is humble and not seeking respect'?" someone suddenly asked behind him.

"It's not true." The young scholar replied without looking back: "It's Zhang Liang, the husband of Liu, who has 'retired after his success and has no worries'." After that, he used the official script to write the words Yan Liang neatly next to the blackened bamboo sheets.

"The war has not yet begun, and the outcome is hard to decide. I thought about retiring after success. Are you too obsessed with it?" the man said again.

"The past cannot be advised, but the coming can still be pursued. Why not be optimistic about the times?" The young scholar carefully rolled up the bamboo slips, tied them with a ribbon, put them in a brocade bag, and handed them to Qu Shuai with both hands: "Please hand the recommendation letter to the director of Sifang, everything will be clear."

"Thank you." For some reason, there was a light of respect in Qu Shuai's eyes. When the pleasure boat left the shore, Qu Shuai remembered that he didn't know the name of the scholar. Then he clasped his fists and asked, "Who is the one who is there?"

"Jiguo Taixue Forum, Hu Fu."

"There will be a date later." Qu Shuai Mo remembered it in his heart.

Hu Fu also stood on the long dike and bowed to him to see him off.

Get up again, the boat is gone.

Suddenly, when he heard a sigh behind his back, Hu Fu turned around and met the person he had before.

Seeing that he was handsome but full of heroic spirit, he asked with courtesy: "Who is the one under his feet?"

"Zhao E."

"What is the intention?"

"From the current trip to Ji Country."

"I heard the accent of Xiliang, why did he come to the despise country thousands of miles?" Hu Fu asked again.

"It's because..." Zhao E asked back: "I was Yan Lang who was pushed across the river without saying a word. Why did I ask so much?"

"Why do you need to ask more questions if you are nine feet tall?" Hu Fu was stunned.

"..." Zhao E sighed: "Borrowed."

Hu Fu then woke up and bowed to apologize: "It was not intentional to be accused. Because I did not understand military affairs, I pushed Yan Liang to the Sifang Pavilion and handed him over to someone who was familiar with military affairs. When I saw that I was wearing Confucian uniform, I must be a fellow disciple. Hu Fu was not talented, but he was fortunate to have seen many great scholars and heroes in the school, so I asked a few more questions. The country was in trouble at the time of employment. If I had a talent, Hu Fu would recommend it to the king."

"So that's it." Zhao E replied: "In Chang'an, I had a relationship with King Ji. The king of Meng refused to abandon me and ordered me to come to Ji to become an official. This made me feel so light."

"Where are the family?"

"Currently stay in the mansion of the General of the Assistant Han in Luoyang."

"So that's it." Hu Fu asked happily: "Is there a letter from the king?"

"The letter is here." Zhao E picked up the letter and showed it to him.

"It turns out that the king wrote." Hu Fu was a master of Cui Qi's disciple. How could he not know Liu Bei's handwriting? "Since that's the case, you can take a cart and boat straight into Nangang, and someone will take him."

"Thank you." Seeing that Hu Fu was young, he advanced and retreated in moderation and had a good style, Zhao E was even more looking forward to this trip.
Chapter completed!