The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

149 Three Years
Holding the mansion newspaper in his hand, Jia Huan fell into deep thought. There is no Ming Dynasty in this world of Red Mansions, but the rolling wheels of history seem to overlap again at this juncture.The Jin army, with strong soldiers and powerful firearms, was defeated by Nurhachi in Sarhu, just like the late Ming Dynasty. Tsk tsk, the halo of the protagonist of the Qing Taizu is too strong. According to this plot, is it female The real person can finally take Jin and replace him.

However, regardless of whether the Jurchens can finally take over the Central Plains, after this battle, the national prestige of the Great Jin has been severely damaged, and the national fortune is bound to begin to weaken, and the country of the Great Jin is facing a dangerous situation of "double hanging sun and moon shining on the universe" , the harm in it is even greater than that of the Jurchens. This is like a time bomb. It depends on when it explodes. Once it explodes, it will shake the country.

At this time, Jia Huan put down his newspaper, took out a collected topographic map of Liaodong, circled several place names such as Sarhu, Fushun, Hetuala, Liaoyang and Shenyang, and beckoned: "Huzi, stone , if you were the Liaodong manager Yang Gao, how would you fight this battle?"

Tie Hu's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Yang Gao underestimated the enemy too much. If I were him, I would never divide my troops. Even if I divided my troops, I would only attack Hetuala in two ways, one south and one north."

"Why?" Jia Huan asked calmly.

Tie Hu said earnestly: "The Jurchens are superb at riding and shooting, come and go like the wind, and are good at field battles. The Jin army is divided into four groups, which seems to be intimidating, but the strength of each group will inevitably be greatly weakened. Along the way, how can the Jin army resist? They will only be defeated one by one in the end."

Jia Huan nodded: "Huzi, you are right, but you can't say that you are all right. In fact, it is not impossible to divide the troops into multiple groups. The mistake is that Yang Gao placed the four groups of troops too far, and he couldn't communicate with each other in time. Echoing, for example, the North Route Army walked a flat river valley and marched fast, while the South Route Army walked a rugged mountain road and marched slowly. This allowed Nurhachi to seize the time difference and use the speed of the cavalry to defeat the North Route Army. It's time to calmly turn around and meet the South Route Army."

Xing Wei said solemnly: "That's true, but it also shows the strength of the Jurchen cavalry. In just a few days, they galloped north and south for hundreds of miles and defeated the Jin army three times in a row. Their toughness and endurance are really terrifying."

Jia Huan nodded and said: "That's right, Shitou can see this and has made progress. The Jurchen cavalry is indeed very powerful, and Nurhachi is even more wise and courageous, and he acts decisively. Let Er come several times, I will only go all the way. If he was at that time Hesitate a little, I'm afraid the result will be rewritten, you see, the Jin army is attacking Hetuala, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, in four directions..."

While Jia Huan was talking, he used a charcoal pencil to draw the attacking route of the Jin army on the map. Tie Hu and Xing Wei listened with great interest, and from time to time they would say something happily.

Ping'er smiled slightly, she was used to it, and continued to do her needlework quietly. In fact, in the past six months, apart from studying in the thatched cottage, Jia Huan also spared a part of her time for Tie Hu every day. Xing Wei and Xing Wei explained the art of war, and then everyone discussed it together. Every three days, everyone would practice riding, archery and fighting in the open space in the maple forest. The days may be monotonous, but they are absolutely fulfilling.

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Spring goes to autumn, cold and summer change seasons, and in a blink of an eye, it will be the seventh year of Qiansheng in February, and it is a season of warm spring and flowers. After a few continuous spring rains, the maple trees have sprouted new green, and bamboo shoots have emerged from the ground. , a vine sneaked up from behind the house and climbed onto the roof of the thatched cottage.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the fence in the morning, the firewood gate of the thatched cottage opened, and a beautiful woman in a thorn hairpin cloth skirt came out of the house with a wooden basin on her shoulders. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slender figure, With exquisite curves, fair skin, and a very sweet appearance, she is none other than Ping'er, the pretty maid.

I saw that Ping'er was carrying clothes and a pounding mallet in the wooden basin, obviously planning to go to the river to wash clothes.

"Sister Ping'er, early...early!"

As soon as Ping'er opened the gate of the fence and went out, he saw a young girl walking quickly carrying two bamboo shoots, and said with a smile: "Good morning, Sister Shuifeng, are you back from picking bamboo shoots?"

This Sister Shuifeng is about twelve or thirteen years old, her skin is slightly dark, but her facial features are quite delicate. She is a villager from Xiaohezhuang nearby. Her surname is Zhao, and her name is Zhao Shuifeng. Just lost her life, it happened that Jia Huan, Tiehu and Shitou were hunting nearby and saved her.

The little girl knew how to be grateful, and would send some local specialties from the farm every now and then, such as a handful of amaranth or a pumpkin. Although it was not worth much, it was still a thoughtful gesture. As time went by, she became familiar with Ping'er. The two of them often Go to the river to wash clothes together.

"Sister Ping'er, look, these are the fresh bamboo shoots that grow from our bamboo forest. They are the first batch after spring. I will give you two to try." The girl raised two bamboo shoots as if offering treasures. It weighs five catties, no wonder she is out of breath.

Ping'er hurriedly said: "Why send it here again, save the money to sell it, your family is not rich."

The girl showed a simple smile and said: "After the spring rain, bamboo shoots are everywhere. There are still a lot of them. It's not worth anything. Oh, let me take them in for you." After speaking, she quickly took the two bamboo shoots into the fence In the small courtyard, it is placed next to the water tank.

"Thank you, Sister Shuifeng." Ping'er said with a smile.

"Sister Ping'er, you're welcome." The girl peeked into the hut, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Ping'er, Mr. Jia hasn't woken up yet?"

Before Ping'er could answer, the door of the thatched cottage opened with a creak, and a handsome young man came out from inside. It was Jia Huan.

It has been three years in a blink of an eye, and now Jia Huan has grown a lot taller, even a little taller than Ping'er, with a straight waist, a solid figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, obviously more handsome, and his temperament remains the same as before Calm and composed, gentle as jade, but there is a bit more heroic spirit between the brows, which is unforgettable for people to see.

"Good morning, Miss Shuifeng!" Jia Huan was wearing a bunt at the moment, obviously planning to exercise in the morning.

As soon as the girl saw Jia Huan, her face turned red, her heart thumped, she couldn't even speak easily, and said in a stuttering manner: "Mr. Jia...good morning, Mr. Jia." After speaking, she covered her face and seemed to run away Ran.

Jia Huan wondered, "When did I become Mr. Jia Jia?"

Ping'er burst out laughing, pointed to the two bamboo shoots next to the water tank and said sourly: "Sister Shuifeng specially sent it for you to taste something new for the third master. Don't disappoint the third master."

Jia Huan couldn't help sweating secretly, Ping'er glanced at him, his cheeks felt a little hot, and his heart beat faster. In the past three years, the third master not only grew taller than himself, but also became more and more beautiful. Now his appearance and temperament, I'm afraid it's not much better than the second master Bao.

Jia Huan stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Ping'er, and asked, "What is Sister Ping'er doing in a daze?"

Ping'er blushed immediately, picked up the wooden basin in a little panic and said: "No...it's nothing, the servant girl went to wash the clothes, and I will get bamboo shoots for the third master when I come back."

After finishing speaking, he walked quickly towards the river, Jia Huan looked at the slender waist twisting and swaying, and Jia Huan felt a little ready to move, so he quickly took a deep breath to suppress the desire, tsk tsk, it seems that spring has really come!

Outside the maple forest is a soil slope, a clear river meanders under the soil slope, and green bamboos are sculpted on both sides of the river. A wild peach tree near the water is in full bloom. When the wind blows, the pink petals One after another, they fell into the river and flowed with the water. A group of ducks swam happily in the river.

Seeing such a scene, Ping'er couldn't help blurting out: "Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river is a prophet of plumbing ducks. Artemisia persicae is all over the ground and the reed buds are short, just when the puffer fish is about to come."

As the saying goes, if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black.Ping'er has served Jia Huan for several years, and listened to Jia Huan's reading every day. Unknowingly, he also learned a few poems, and he can write and read basic characters. How many times higher.

It's no wonder that the tutoring of the Wang family is that women are virtuous without talent. Even the mistresses such as Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng can't read and write. How can the servants who serve them be able to read? Er has made up for the shortcomings, at least there is no problem with reading letters and the like.

Let's say that Ping'er had just arrived at the river under the wild peach tree to wash clothes, when he heard the sound of horseshoes from a distance, and soon, two healthy horses came galloping from the upstream path, and it was ironic. Tiger and Stone.

"Miss Ping'er, wash the clothes, look what we hit on the road?" The boy Shitou reined in his horse and triumphantly waved a golden pheasant and a hare in his hand, with an arrow sticking out of them. .

Ping'er laughed and said, "Coincidentally, someone gave me two fresh bamboo shoots. Let's have fried pheasant with bamboo shoots for lunch."

When Tiehu and Shitou heard this, their saliva almost flowed out, and they rode their horses into the maple forest. Seeing that Jia Huan was practicing riding and archery, they rode forward to join in.

It is said that in the past three years, Tiehu and Shitou have been practicing diligently, and their riding and archery skills have become quite good. Especially the boy Shitou, who is extremely talented in archery and has excellent eyesight. Now he can hit the target accurately within a hundred steps. , but if it's a close combat on horseback, Tiehu can completely defeat this guy Shitou.

Tiehu is tall, with extraordinary arm strength, and is born to be an invincible warrior who charges into battle.

Jia Huan's main task was to study, and he only practiced occasionally, so his riding and archery skills were far inferior to Tie Hu and Xing Wei's. He could shoot a bow on horseback, but his accuracy was a bit bad, and his hit rate was only [-]%.

Of course, what Jia Huanxiu cultivated was the art of resisting people, and fisting skills were only second, and being able to barely protect himself was enough.

(End of this chapter)