Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    Until the age of five, Ta An lived a very comfortable life.

    From Port Lushun to the south and Wenxian County to the north, there are 18 immigrant villages emerging throughout southern Liaoning. And the porridge sheds in every village are places where Ta An can eat. He really grew up eating food from hundreds of families. Although Qing Weng is generous and Shi Gu is powerful, neither of them are good at cooking.

    Unsatisfactory things, of course, there are.

    For example, the villagers near Dalian County did not treat him well. "Your grandfather and mother did a lot of mischief back then. If it wasn't for the generosity of the master, you would have died," they said. Although the old tenant farmers of the Ta family did not dare to deduct Ta'an's rations, but Ta'an was not stupid, and gradually he didn't like to go to Dalian County. Every time Qing Weng went to Dalian to collect rent and check accounts, Ta An acted like a spoiled brat and tried to stay in Wen County.

    His favorite is Chenjiazhuang, Wenxian.

    Chenjiazhuang's resident doctor is the taciturn and impartial Wang Rui, and the resident chief of Chenjiazhuang's resident family is the bold and gentle Uncle Bu. There is a primary school in Chenjiazhuang. Chenjiazhuang is the wealthiest village under Wenxian County.

    The most important thing is that Chenjiazhuang has a courtyard of Cao's family, and there lives the person he secretly calls "Mum".

    "I'm not your mother," the woman said. The cheeks without Fendai were like white jade, and there was no trace of being devastated by the new wind.

    At this time, it was the time of curfew. She stood on the top of the dock and played the flute, and the flute spread with the night. The villagers returned to their houses in twos and threes, added a firewood to the kang, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep. To the beat of the flute, the night watchmen patrolled around the village. Youzhou has frequent border troubles. Even remote immigrant villages have earth walls at least two meters high. There are ditches outside the walls and horses are rejected.

    No one will hug Daan. He just stood obediently in the heap of servants, and was almost drowned by the weeds.

    When the song ended, Ah Sheng turned to look at him. "Ashi is not good at taking care of people. Don't be fooled by An Lang, and follow Qing Bo to Dalian."

    Tao An bit her fingers and hid her hands behind her as if remembering something. The tear mole looked pitiful in the moonlight. "An Lang goes to Dalian, can I be called A-Mum?"

    "No."

    "Then An Lang won't go to Dalian. Don't go to Dalian, okay, second son?"

    A Sheng sighed: "Dalian, Guta County, is your hometown, why don't you like to go there?"

    "The people there are very strange. They either hate An Lang or say something like 'revenge' to An Lang." Anxiety and fear appeared on his little face.

    A Sheng leaned over and touched his head: "I'm going to Dalian too, are you going?"

    "This..."

    "I'm going to Dalian, then Cao Ang and his three brothers and sisters are going too."

    Ta'an bowed his head and said, "Then An Lang will also go with him."

    There was a moment when Ah Sheng wanted to hug him, just like hugging Cao Ang, Cao Shuo and Cao Zhen, but she hesitated for a while but held back . "It's getting late, go to bed earlier."

    Uncle Qing often made fun of her about this: "Erlang has always been in the hands of Zhizhu, but it is rare that he is so helpless."

    A Sheng sat on the ox cart with baffles: "The students in the school either call me the master or the teacher, but this one wants to call me 'Mother'. But this innocent heart will eventually be let down."

    Cao Ang is ten years old. He rides a tall horse and runs back and forth along the team, no worse than an adult. Even the eight-year-old Cao Shuo could run a few steps on a pony, but he was born with insufficiency. Once he sweated, he was pulled into the car to dry his hands and change his clothes.

    Cao Zhen is a little spoiled and doesn't like to do sports, so she won't leave if she drives her away.

    "Second uncle, the autumn wind is blowing now. Ah Zhen is afraid of the cold, so Ah Zhen stayed in the car to take care of Ah Shuo."

    A Sheng raised his eyelids, and the little girl in the field of vision was wrapped in a fur cloak with delicate makeup. Although she is a prostitute, she is Cao Cao's eldest daughter after all, and she is also the only daughter at present.

    "The body is your own. You are like this..." If you are married in the future, you can't blame others. But having said that, Longsheng nine sons and nine sons are different. Some of Cao Cao's children are relatively mediocre, so it is not unacceptable.

    "It's fine if you don't want to practice horseback riding." Ah Sheng said while changing his riding clothes, "Look back and copy the genealogy of the Youzhou clan three times, tonight I will need to check."

    Cao Zhen smiled: "No."

    "Don't ask Ah Ang and Ah Shuo to ghostwriter." Ah Sheng got out of the carriage, but the last sentence still floated in.

    The expression on Miss Cao's face was completely broken.

    Autumn in Youzhou came earlier than in the Central Plains, and it was cold before mid-autumn. The autumn wind blows the first batch of yellow leaves and sprinkles them on the roadside. These street trees are also newly planted. Together with the cement and gravel pavement, they are new things brought by the Cao family. This official road starts from Wenxian County, which is ruled by Cao Cao, passes through the Yantie Office in Liaodong and Jiuda County, which has been renamed Dalian, and finally arrives at Jiudajin, which was renamed Port Lushun.

    The further south you go, the more farmland is connected, and the more pedestrians and caravans walk on the road.

    "There is no military disaster in the south of Dalian, and there are many fertile fields by the Port of Lushun." This is a folk song that has gradually spread in Liaodong in the past two years. Many people migrated to Cao's land in groups.

    Yes, whether it is Dalian or Lushun, it can be called the land of the Cao family. The war-torn land in the north is different from the custom of advocating Confucianism in the Central Plains. The one with the biggest fist, and the one who can resist foreign insults the most, is the boss. In the past, the Gongsun family was the only one, but now there is a Cao family in southern Liaoning, which is also very attractive.

& nbsp; In the beginning, the in-laws of the Ta family were still in trouble, but as Cao Cao killed three small families who dared to stretch their claws, no one dared to come forward. Last year, the imperial court's decree stated that the name of Tajin and Taxian should be changed, and this matter was completely settled.

    Tae died.

    If you don't agree, you should talk to the court.

    If you don't agree, go to the Cao family.

    This is why Ta'an has become more and more pitiful recently. The commoners who had been oppressed by the Ta clan in the past dared to spit behind him. Among the servants of the Cao family, more and more people expressed dissatisfaction with him.

    "Perhaps we are sorry for the Ta Clan." Ah Sheng rode on his horse and looked at the golden rice fields. After three years of trial planting rice in the Northeast, there is finally a harvest. Not to mention the bumper harvest of wheat and sorghum, this year is a big one. "But for the scenery in front of me, I think it's worth it."

    "Second son." Ta'an was wearing a child's uniform, struggling to squeeze in her direction. The two maids held him tightly. "An Langjun, you can't go over. The master is riding a horse, I'm afraid I will hurt you."

    "Mum!" Ta'an cried. When she cried, she only shed tears instead of howling. The pear blossoms on her small face were filled with rain, which was very beautiful.

    Cao Ang was the first to jump off the horse and hug him.

    A Sheng sighed and shouted from a distance: "An Lang, when will you stop crying, when can you come to my car."

     Da An hiccups, wiped her cheeks, and shouted, "Mother, I'm fine."

    "I said it, I'm not your mother."

    Have lunch at the inn next to the road, and after the departure again, it is time for the afternoon class. Reading in the car is harmful to eyesight, but Ah Sheng has a good memory and can tell stories to children. With Ta'an around, she would talk about the history of the pre-Qin period.

    The first story is about Qin Shi Huang. He was a hostage in Zhao State when he was young, and then returned to Qin State to inherit the throne after all the hardships, and finally sent troops to destroy Zhao State.

    The second story is about Lord Changping. The father and son of Jun Changping were from the state of Chu, and they entered the state of Qin as a pledge. Although Changping Jun served as an official in the Qin state and became a prime minister, he always cared about his homeland, and finally launched a rebellion in Chu and was defeated and killed.

    All protons, all revenge, one success, one failure. At that moment, the small eyes of Cao Shuo and Cao Zhen drifted towards Ta An.

    "Aang first talk about his thoughts."

    Today's topic is a bit out of line, ten-year-old Cao Ang hesitated for a long time before saying: "Zhao treats King Qin unjustly, while Qin treats Changping Jun and his son. It is the end of benevolence and righteousness. I think that even if a proton enters my house, we should treat each other with courtesy, so that it will not lead to bad consequences."

    This kid is a bit sassy.

    A Sheng smiled and shook his head: "Could it be that the State of Zhao treats Ying Zheng favorably, and the State of Qin will not destroy Zhao? Shouldn't it be the opposite?"

    "Then..." Cao Ang handed over, "Please also ask my second uncle to teach me."

    A Sheng poured a cup of milk tea for the ignorant Ta'an: "The general trend of the world is like the water of a great river, the vast soup, is it because of personal enmity What can be changed? Qin State can destroy Zhao State, because that is the general trend of unification, and it has nothing to do with the humiliation of King Qin in Zhao’s childhood; Changping Jun failed to raise an army because he violated the general trend of Qin State unification, not because his hatred was not strong enough.”

    Cao Ang was still a little confused: "Didn't we talk about protons today?"

    "It is about protons. It is necessary to guard against others, but bullying and humiliation is unnecessary. If you have enough money and food, and have enough friends and family soldiers to protect you, then you will stand like a mountain and will not be afraid of the growth of protons."

    Cao Ang slapped his fist: "It is precisely because of its own strength that the Qin state dares to give Changping the chancellor. Zhao state itself is weak, so the only choice is to spar with the son of Qin. Seeking a sense of superiority is actually a shame. My nephew will beat the next person when he turns his head, and he will never let them have trouble with An Lang again."

    A Sheng smiled and poured tea for Cao Ang: "Your homework for today has been completed. When you go back, write an article and present it to your father."

    At present, only Cao Ang needs to learn such an ancient manipulative operation. Cao Zhen and Cao Shuo are just accompanying students.

    Ta'an is still young, so she doesn't ask for it. However, he is a little clever ghost, and he hugged Ah Sheng's thigh with tears in his eyes: "Is An Lang a proton? Qing Weng said that An Lang is a proton. Will the proton turn out of the Cao family in the future?"

    "An Lang is indeed a proton." Ah Sheng looked at the child with some pity, "When you are older, I will take you to see you in Liaodong County. My aunt, let your aunts tell you the story of the Ta family."