sbdcsierra Chapter 15 Name Change
Chapter 15 Name Change
On a summer night, the breeze is gentle and the sky is full of stars.
Xu Fu sat on a mat in the yard, looking up at the starry sky.
"I heard that every person in the world corresponds to a star in the sky, and when people die, the stars will fall. I wonder which star I correspond to?"
Zhang Mo smiled and said, "Legends are not to be believed. The stars in the sky are actually objects, just like the world we live in. Meteors don't appear because people die."
Xu Fu obviously didn't listen to Zhang Mo's words. He pointed at the dim stars in the sky and said, "Perhaps, I am just the most insignificant one among them."
Zhang Mo nodded seriously, "Us ordinary people are just those dim stars."
Xu Fu was silent for a long time. After a while, he suddenly said, "Amo, I don't want to be called Xu Fu anymore."
"Then what do you want to be called?" Zhang Mo turned and looked at him strangely, "Why do I feel like you're different from before?"
Xu Fu continued to remain silent.
"Brother Afu, it's over now. Besides, it was all my fault. If you hadn't stood up for me, there wouldn't have been so many problems later. You don't have to blame yourself."
"No, I'm not blaming myself. I just feel that I can't protect the people I want to protect by relying on my own courage. I want to go and find a master to study with me." Xu Fu turned to look at her, his eyes were gentle, but his tone was firm.
"That's great! You're so smart, and Mom has always wanted you to study hard. She'll definitely be very happy to know."
"Well, both mother and father will be happy."
The boy picked up a small wooden stick nearby and said, "Amo, can you teach me how to write the word 'Shu'?"
"Which one?" Zhang Mo took the stick.
"Shu means common people. From now on I will be called Xu Shu." said the young man.
"Xu Shu?"
Zhang Mo looked at him in surprise and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure you want to call me Xu Shu?"
Xu Fu nodded seriously.
It turned out to be Xu Shu?
She vaguely remembered Xu Shu in history. It seemed that he was also a knight-errant in the past. Later, he committed a crime and changed his name to Xu Shu. However, she didn't know what Xu Shu's name was before he changed it. Could the person in front of her be Xu Shu, the great strategist beside Liu Bei in the future?
If they give up military service and turn to literature, they are most likely the same person.
Zhang Mo carefully wrote the word "Shu" on the ground and suddenly said, "If you succeed in your studies in the future, no matter who you serve, remember to bring your family with you. You must remember this."
Xu Shu, a man full of talent, had to abandon Liu Bei and join Cao's camp because his family was captured by Cao Cao. He vowed never to offer any advice to Cao Cao in his life. It was a pity that his talent was buried in vain.
Xu Shu didn't understand why she warned him like that, but he still promised solemnly: "Don't worry, Amo, I'll remember it."
"Also, from now on, you should stop selling Hu pancakes and start making tofu instead!"
"Tofu? Can you make it?" Xu Shu knew about tofu. There was only one tofu workshop in Yangdi, and the tofu made every day was in short supply.
"Well, I can also make dried tofu, bean curd skin and tofu pudding..."
She thought that with this technical skill, the Xu family's living standards would be improved, and Xu Shu would also have the conditions to go to school.
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The next morning, Zhang Mo bid farewell to the Xu family and left Yangdi with Wang Yun.
As the governor of Yuzhou, Wang Yun actually had no military power. The reason he was able to lead troops last time was because Emperor Ling heard that the war in Yuzhou was not going well and ordered him and Cao Cao to lead reinforcements to help.
Although Yingchuan is now pacified, the counties of Runan County are still frequently lost. The situation of Chen State and Nanyang in Jingzhou is not optimistic either. Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun are unable to split their forces and have to let Wang Yun go to attack Runan.
When Zhang Mo heard Wang Yun say that he was going to Runan that day, she thought that Huangfu Song would go with him. This man suppressed the Yellow Turbans and was feared by the world. The rebel army feared him like a tiger or a wolf. With him around, she was not worried at all.
But what she didn't expect was that the team split up outside Yangdi City. Wang Yun and Cao Cao led 5,000 troops south to Runan, Huangfu Song went east to Chen State, and Zhu Jun went to Nanyang.
Let's split up, after all, we have the famous boss Cao. Although he is not very strong in martial arts, he has a good brain. The key is that he wanted to support the Han in the early stage, and he is like-minded with me.
She was thinking about making some good friends on the way so that she could help Wang Yun in the future, but she didn't expect that before she had time to chat with him a few times, the 5,000 people reached Shangcai and split into two. Boss Cao led 2,000 people south to Yang'an, and she followed Wang Yun east to Pingyu, the capital of Runan.
Wang Yun might be okay with some conspiracies, but as for leading troops in battle, it's not that she looks down on people, but compared with Huangfu Song and Cao Cao, he is simply trash. Although she knows that he will not die so early, Zhang Mo is afraid that her involvement in the capture of Yangdi City will cause a butterfly effect, so she was terrified all the way, fearing that she would encounter the Yellow Turban army.
Fortunately, Wang Yun was leading an army for the first time, so he was very cautious. He sent out scouts along the way and marched carefully for several days. Not long after entering Pingyu, a scout came on horseback to report that twenty miles to the southeast, a group of more than 10,000 bandits were attacking a village and the battle was very fierce.
"Village?"
Wang Yun thought he had misheard. Ever since he led his troops out from Luoyang, the battle reports he had heard were all about which county officials had fled and which place had been lost. There were very few resistance fighters. He had never expected that the villagers would be so brave.
"Zhou Wang, you take the food and supplies and move slowly, and the rest of you follow me to provide assistance!" Wang Yun ordered.
Wang Yun was nearly fifty years old, but he had practiced martial arts for many years to strengthen his body. Although he might not be able to kill the enemy, he had no problem riding a horse. After the order was passed down, he and the soldiers galloped away under the protection of his personal guards.
On the grain transport cart, Zhang Mo looked at the few remaining baggage trainers and prayed in her heart that they would not run into the moth bandits, otherwise her life would be over again! She also urged Zhou Wang, the grain transport officer, to catch up quickly.
After walking for a while, Wang Yun and his companions could see the village explored by the scouts from afar. They saw that there were indeed many bandits surrounding it. At this time, the two sides had finished fighting and were in a stalemate.
When the soldiers suddenly arrived, the moth thieves instinctively wanted to flee. They had just taken a few steps when the leader of the group shouted, "Hold still, everyone! There are only two thousand cavalrymen coming. We may not be able to resist a fight."
The bandits calmed down for a while. After taking a closer look, they found that there were indeed not many officers and soldiers. There were more than 10,000 people on their side. The bandits coveted the officers and soldiers' horses, weapons and armor. The fear in their hearts disappeared immediately. They lined up, holding up a variety of weapons in their hands, and excitedly stared at the galloping horses.
For the cavalry, a few miles of distance was just a blink of an eye.
The thunderous rumble of horse hooves grew louder and louder, the dust raised by the galloping horses covered the sky, and thousands of riders rushed forward like a flood. This overwhelming power made the moth thieves swallow their saliva unconsciously, and the hands holding the weapons trembled slightly.
These royal guards were all skilled riders and had excellent distance control. When they were about to collide, the knights in the front turned their horses' heads slightly and passed by the enemy formation on the left and right. The weapons they swung were extremely powerful due to the power acceleration. There was a loud clattering sound, and the weapons in the hands of the moth thieves were either cut in two or knocked to the ground.
The knights passed around the perimeter of the enemy formation, thrusting their spears and lances out and back again, each time stirring up a puff of blood and causing a scream.
After circling the periphery, the officers and soldiers slowly slowed down and began to steer their mounts towards the crowd. Before the people who were brought to the ground could even scream, the horses behind them arrived and their hooves kept trampling over the people. In a moment, the people on the ground turned into a pool of meat paste.
The officers and soldiers were like wolves among a flock of sheep. Wherever they passed, there were wailings and a bloody mist.
The weapons held by the moth thieves were mostly hoes, axes, and sticks, and they were no match for the elite troops of the imperial court. The outcome was no longer in doubt.
Wang Yun, guarded by his personal soldiers, stopped at the rear. After watching for a while, he turned his gaze towards the village.
In front of the village, a young man about seven feet tall, with a thick waist and round arms, was pulling the tail of an ox, staring blankly at the fight in front of him. The ox did not move or cry in his hands, and was as docile as a sheep.
After a moment, the young man came to his senses, grabbed the ox's tail, and dragged it backwards into the village gate, his eyes never leaving the battlefield from beginning to end.
Wang Yun couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Such divine power is comparable to that of the Overlord of Western Chu!"
When Zhang Mo arrived with the grain escort team, the fighting had ended and the soldiers and villagers were cleaning up the battlefield.
Looking around, there were broken corpses and debris scattered all over the ground in front of the village. Most of them were deformed by being trampled, and some of them could no longer be recognized as human beings, with only a pool of blood and mud left.
The villagers used hoes to turn up the blood mud and shoveled it into a basket. Someone nearby picked it up and walked away from the village. Drops of dark red blood dripped from the bottom corner of the basket and spread all the way.