Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    Duan Jiong is over sixty-five years old, and there are countless injuries left on the battlefield in his early years. According to the common sense of this era, he has heard the sound of the tomb opening. Zhang Huan and Huangfu Gui, who were once called "Liangzhou Sanming" with him, have both died one after another. The bones of tens of thousands of Qiang people at the border have also been buried under the yellow sand.

    According to the development of another timeline, Duan Jiong will also die in the internal friction of the Eastern Han Dynasty before the Yellow Turban Uprising, leaving behind a group of so-called "eighteen princes" who are still immature. In troubled times, one side is divided.

    But Duan Jiong doesn't want to die yet.

    He started as a powerless and underprivileged child, stepped on the bones of countless aliens to ascend to the position of the third prince, and even took the infamy of "eunuch lackey" and "killer evil spirit". However, it has been less than ten years to enjoy the glory and wealth, and it will be brought back to its original shape by an inexplicable coup?

    It's ridiculous.

    But what can he do?

    The patella was dug out, the fingers were knocked off, and they were whipped every day. In the end, it was a dead word. Yang Qiu is a lunatic. Falling into the hands of a lunatic and begging for death is not possible, it is better than a glass of poisonous wine to be clean.

    This is about retribution. When Duan Jong picked up the cup, he thought to himself that when he slaughtered Qiang women and children, he was much more cruel than Yang Qiu. Yang Ball... I really went to the battlefield, I don't know if I can cut off three enemy heads...

    Darkness descends, and consciousness gradually blurs.

    He seemed to be walking in the dark for a long time before slowly regaining his ability to think. If he knew after his death, Duan Jong hoped to be able to see the countless gold and silver buried with him at a glance, or to recall the beautiful Luoyang City that was piled up.

     But none of these came to him.

    A young face came to him. Innocence, dreams, and integrity burned in his black eyes, as if six months of snow could not destroy the vitality, waiting for the call of spring.

      Make people laugh. Even though his teeth were shaking, he tried to straighten his back.

    He remembered, this person is Cao Cao, Zhang Huan's disciple.

    Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and newborn tiger cubs are fond of people. Zhang Huan retreated under the protection of his disciples, and now it was Duan Jong's turn to be humiliated by the villain... But there was no one Cao Cao who asked around to help him escape.

    The family has always had good luck. Whether Zhang Huan or Huangfu rules, they are all lucky. Only a person with good fortune can have the spare energy to manage his reputation. As for him, he can only seize the crumbling wealth.

    "Are you awake?"

    Duan Jiong sat up abruptly, the memory overlapped with the scene in front of him. A simple wooden couch, a room decorated with only a celadon vase, and a young man kneeling beside the couch who began to grow a beard.

    "Cao Cao?" Duan Jiong touched the sword subconsciously, and felt empty, so he could only stare at the person in front of him with eagle-like eyes, the scattered white hair still did not affect his fierce aura, " Where is this? What did you do?"

    Cao Cao seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then made a gesture of apologizing: "I am ashamed, I replaced the general's poisoned wine with a drug."

    One sentence is enough information.

    "Why?"

    Before Cao Cao answered, a young woman pushed the door and came in. Seeing Duan Jiong and Cao Cao confronting each other, she continued to walk to the side of a few cases and fiddle with herbs as if she were nothing. "General Duan saved Zhang Ranming's life, this is our reward."

    Duan Jiong's gaze fell on the woman recklessly. Her clothes are all men's, if it weren't for the smooth chin and the curvature of her chest, she would be a bit indefensible.

    "This is my second brother, Cao Sheng, with the word Zhonghua." Cao Cao said, and changed his sitting position to be more comfortable, "The general who smuggled out of the imperial prison is her servant. ."

    It's not so much a houseman as it is an assassin. It is also common for large families to raise some desperados. Within a few minutes of Duan Jiong's brain filling the truth, Ah Sheng had already dealt with the wound medicine, and he tore off the old general's shirt and began to change the medicine. The action is fast and accurate.

    Duan Jiong didn't let her do anything, her vigilant eyes never looked away.

    "I haven't served people personally for a long time, but you can afford it." She re-bandaged the whiplash, changed Duan Jiong into clean clothes, and finally served a bowl of soup. .

    "My second brother is very good at medicine." Cao Cao advised.

    Duan Jiong took the blue-blue fire-patterned pottery bowl and drank it. "What are you going to do with me, the damned person?"

    Cao Cao gave his sister a look. People are saved by you, you explain.

    A Sheng began to explain while packing up pottery bowls, pestles, bandages and other items: "The current situation is that you have committed suicide by taking poison, and your body has been abandoned in the mass grave and cannot be recovered. As for the future Well, there are three ways.

    "First, if you want to return to the front, then wait until the day when Yang Qiu's group of people set fire to the ****, and the old minister will send a letter to the court, and Zi Chen is forced to feign death to escape. As we all know, Your Majesty will be considerate of the general if you want to come."

    Duan Jiong's eyes showed a hint of desire, but he still shook his head. The arrest of him and Wang Fu was at the behest of the emperor, and the **** group acquiesced. They were all abandoned sons, and they suddenly came back to life. Didn't they step on the face of their superiors?

    "Secondly, if you have already given up the courtship, you can be a guest in the Cao family, and you will be able to live and breathe. If you are bored, I will **** you to Youzhou. Okay, Goguryeo or Xianbei, it's up to you to choose which one you want to fight."

    "Hahaha, the little girl has such a big tone." Duan Jiong raised his head and laughed loudly, regardless of the wound on his body. I want someone, do you have one?"

    "I don't have 30 billion for the general to burn, but I have my own way of keeping my men from starving."

    "Hahahahaha." Duan Jiong laughed again, unable to tell whether it was mocking or admiration. "What about the third?" he asked.

    "You choose one, I will go, brother will help you contact the old department. You choose two, brother will leave, and I will take you away from Luoyang. If the two generals above are not satisfied, then only The path you chose before. I have the poisonous arrowwood from the south here, and seeing the blood seal the throat is much faster than the inferior poisonous wine."

    Duan Jiong's expression stiffened.

    A Sheng smiled slightly: "You are an elder, and we always respect your wishes." Of course, if Duan Jiong wanted to leak the secret and drag the Cao family into the water, then the other party chose three by default.

    Duan Jiong's political literacy is not good, otherwise he would not have become an inexplicable victim. But on the other hand, he is old and mature, and has a strong self-esteem, so he will not show weakness on the face. Half a year later, Duan Jiong was still gloomy when he heard that Liu Jia and Yang Qiu were beheaded on the ox cart to Qiao County.

    This is the caravan of the Cao family returning home during the Chinese New Year. This year is the year of ancestor worship. Together with the owner of the family, Cao Song, and the mistress of Hu, there are more than 200 people. There is a segment jig in the middle that is not conspicuous at all.

    "You won't be surprised at all." Ah Sheng handed the hot chicken and red jujube porridge to the living ancestor.

    Duan Jiong was wrapped in a duck down jacket, and the carbon dioxide he exhaled condensed the water vapor in the cold winter, forming a white fog that was far bigger than the white fog exhaled by Ah Sheng. Duan old man's vitality is really tenacious.

    "They are trees without roots." Duan Jiong said coldly.

    The party has been in charge for many years, and the scholars who dare to face the **** are all farming at home. Aristocratic families such as the Yang family and the Yuan family who stayed in their posts kept their lives safe, or pinched their noses and coexisted with the **** group. The battle between Yang Qiu and the **** did not have the support of the aristocratic family behind it. In the final analysis, it was just a struggle for power and profit within the royalist party. The emperor had a thought, and Wang Fu died; the emperor felt that it was almost done, and the sword of Yang Qiu should be thrown away. that is it.

    Even a young man like Ah Sheng can see that Yang Qiu won't last long, and Duan Jiong is naturally well aware of it. So it feels like a humiliation to be forced to commit suicide. Of course, it was quite humiliating to be forced to be a guest minister by two grandchildren.

    He held his breath.

    But for the sake of Cao's chicken porridge and down jacket, he is willing to wait and see. If Qiao County also has floor heating, he is willing to wait and see twice.

    Duan Jiong is now a dark man, so compared to Cao Cao standing under the sun, Cao Sheng hiding in the shadows is the one who talks to him the most frequently.

    "I'm not happy today." She said, "My brother found a woman who advocates a family to be his concubine."

    Duan Jiong: "You should talk to your brother."

    A Sheng looks like a fairy, and uses a pure and flawless glassware to make tea. "I'm not going to talk, I'm angry." She poured a cup of tea for Duan Jiong first, and then poured another cup for herself. "Although my brother and father treat me very well, whenever this happens, I feel that men are really annoying creatures."

    Duan Jiong looked at her: "Is this why the second son is staying at home?"

    "No."

    Duan Jiong was silent for a moment: "Don't be a child."

    "I'm not kidding," Ah Sheng, who is immortal, took a sip of tea gracefully, "I am ambitious."

    Duan Jiong:…

    Another day.

    A Sheng: "I'm not happy today."

    Duan Jiong sat ready to drink tea: "What happened again?"

    "Jiaozhou rebelled, and the imperial court sent Zhu Jun to suppress it."

    Duan Jiong is used to the troubles of the younger generation: "What's wrong with Jiaozhou?"

    "I have a manor in Jiaozhou." Ah Sheng said while making tea, "There are also Liuli workshops, iron mines, and salt factories..."

    Duan Jiong almost threw the priceless glass out: "The salt and iron are government-run!"

    A Sheng didn't seem to realize how much impact he had caused to Duan Jiong, so he raised his chin and frowned: "So it's a little troublesome, Zhu Jun doesn't take bribes, he just wants to make achievements. I'm here Thinking about how to make Zhu Jun transfer back quickly."

    Duan Jiong slapped the table: "What are you doing? Kill him in Jiaozhou!"

    "Huh?"

      , how hard did you deal with me in the first place? Since we are separated, how can you allow the news to leak?"

    A Sheng held his chin and let Duan Jiong poke himself.

    Duan Jiong has no bottom line except nationalism, and he never takes it too seriously.