"Chen Xu, Chen Xu, this name is so familiar."

After Zhang Liang said that it was Chen Xu who reminded him and asked Qu Zhou's Yellow Turban Army to pay more attention to the upstream and downstream sections of Zhangshui, Zhang Jiao muttered to himself.

In this era, the traffic is very inconvenient, even though Chen Xu is known to everyone in Dongjun, but his reputation has not yet reached Jizhou.

In fact, not only Chen Xu, but also those famous Confucians, even some so-called celebrities, are often famous in one place.

Just like in the romance, whenever someone recommends talents to his lord, his lord may not have heard of this person's reputation.

Therefore, recommenders often tell the life of some of the referees. Those in power generally deduce whether the person is talented or not based on the past events of the person who has been recommended.

Even if it is a figure like Zhuge Liang, Xu Shu, and Guo Jia, they are not known to everyone until they defect to a prince and show their talents. Their talents are only circulated in a small area.

In the final analysis, the means of transportation and communication at this time were too backward.

Hearing Zhang Jiao's words, it was natural for Zhang Liang to tell him about Chen Xu one by one.

After Zhang Liang's narration was finished, Zhang Jiaocai slapped his forehead and suddenly said, "It turned out to be him!" ”

Seeing this, Zhang Liang looked strange and asked, "Brother has also heard of Wen Zhao's name?" ”

Zhang Jiao shook his head, a smile actually appeared on his withered face, and said: "Two years ago, I went to Yuzhou to contact Bocai, and on the way back, I rescued people all the way, and by the way, I mixed up enough free meals to come back. ”

"I stayed in Puyang for two days, went to a village near Puyang, and treated a woman, who was Chen Xu's uncle."

"Everywhere I go, I keep an eye out for some of the most famous people in the area. At that time, Chen Xu also had some reputation. I saw that he was nimble and brave, and I once invited him to join the Taiping Sect, but he was refused. ”

Zhang Liang didn't expect that his brother still had such a relationship with Chen Xu. For a while, I was a little dumbfounded.

But I didn't want to, a country boy that day has now made a big name. And I am fortunate to be able to worship under the bridge and let him teach him. This son is really a great creation! ”

Shaking his head, Zhang Jiao was a little embarrassed.

In Zhang Jiao's life, his footsteps have spread almost all over the country, and the characters he has seen are also varied. A lot of people, it didn't take long for him to forget.

In the past, although he invited Chen Xu to join the Taiping Sect, he didn't care too much.

After all, Chen Xu at that time was at most a little brave, and he was not qualified to let Zhang Jiao turn in. Therefore, not long after leaving Puyang, he forgot about the character of Chen Xu.

It wasn't until today that Zhang Liang mentioned Chen Xu and talked about his deeds, that Zhang Jiao slowly thought about it.

"Hey, time is like water, creation makes people!"

At this time, Zhang Jiao remembered Bo Cai, his proud disciple, but he didn't want to be killed by Huangfu Song now. Thinking of this, Zhang Jiao was a little gloomy.

But he was very human in the end, and just after being lost, he cheered up and said: "Although I rebelled against the Han family, I admired Qiao Gong. Besides, Chen Wenzhao's talent is outstanding, and he is exactly the talent that my Yellow Turban Army needs. ”

"He's under your tent, and when something happens, you have to ask him a lot. If this son is polished and goes through some wars, the future will be limitless. It is also possible to become the mainstay of my Yellow Turban Army in the future. ”

Chen Xu's previous affairs, Zhang Liang had already inquired clearly. He also likes Chen Xu very much, so he will tell his brother Chen Xu's deeds.

It can be said that from Chen Xu's murder and escape, to his learning the art of war from Qiao Xuan, to leading the rebel army to defeat the Yellow Turban, and finally rebelling out of Puyang. and the subsequent surprise attack on Qiu County, to guard against the officers and soldiers' 'dark Chen Cang'.

This experience, which happened to a teenager who had just reached the crown, seemed so incredible.

Therefore, Zhang Jiao will favor Chen Xu.

Zhang Liang saw that his brother agreed with Chen Xu, and he was naturally very happy in his heart. He spared no effort to tell Chen Xu's deeds, isn't that just for this?

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhang Liang said: "Wen Zhao is good at everything, but he is a little unambitious and not optimistic about our Yellow Turban Army." said that we were doomed to failure, and at that time he also suggested that I give up all the cities now, say what to hide the army in the people, and wait for the world to change. ”

"If it weren't for the fact that I am still magnanimous, I would have dragged him and Wang Junge out and beheaded him for the crime of confusing the army!"

Zhang Liang muttered to himself, completely ignoring Zhang Jiao, who was like a lightning strike.

"Give up the city, hide the army in the people, and wait for the world to change." Zhang Jiao muttered in a low voice repeatedly, as if he had been stunned.

After a long time, Zhang Jiao suddenly shouted loudly: "Quick, go and invite Chen Wenzhao!" ”

Zhang Liang saw his brother's abnormal appearance, and he was puzzled in his heart. Suddenly hearing his voice, looking at Zhang Jiao's eager look, he didn't dare to slack off, and called Zhang Ling in to take care of his brother, but he quickly ran out to find Chen Xu.

In the house, seeing her father wake up, Zhang Ling threw herself into Zhang Jiao's arms and cried with joy.

Seeing his daughter, Zhang Jiao's face showed a rare gentle dark color. Suddenly, he felt that his daughter had grown up.

I know best about the condition of my body. Zhang Jiao knew that he couldn't last long, and now Zhang Ling was eighteen years old.

In this era, it is very rare for an eighteen-year-old girl to be married yet. If he waited for him to die and kept filial piety for another three years, wouldn't it delay his daughter's youth?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiao's heart was full of guilt. He has been running around all year round for the affairs of the Yellow Turban Army, and he cares too little for his daughter.

"Ling'er, you're not young now, do you have a sweetheart?"

Suddenly hearing her father ask like this, Zhang Ling was stunned at first, and then her delicate face became red.

Although she was shy, since her father asked, he didn't dare not answer, so he could only say in an undetectable voice: "Daughter, my daughter has not yet had a sweetheart." ”

Zhang Ling's answer was completely expected by Zhang Jiao. He knew that his daughter had always liked to stay at home, rarely went out, and had very few opportunities to meet other men.

In this way, how could she have a sweetheart?

Moreover, in this era, it is all 'the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker', and the thing of free love will hardly happen.

Zhang Jiao was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of the heroic figure in Chenjia Village, and couldn't help but say to Zhang Ling: "Ling'er, wait a minute, your third uncle will bring in a teenager." Hide yourself behind a screen in the house and see if you're not happy with him. ”

"If you are satisfied, I will be the master of your marriage to him, and if you are not satisfied, I will find another one for you. Luckily? ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ling's face was even redder, as if dripping blood. She nodded and whispered, "But it's up to Ah Weng to decide!" ”

Which man doesn't love it, and which girl doesn't have a spring? This sentence was said by Goethe, although Goethe was not born yet, but what he said was full of philosophy.

Zhang Ling is also a normal girl, generally girls are thirteen or fourteen years old, they will be full of fantasies about men, and she is naturally no exception.

Seeing those former playmates of the same age, married one by one, she sometimes wonders, when will she meet a big hero?

At this time, there was no statement of Prince Charming, but the object of the girls' nostalgia was eternal. Their fantasies about the opposite sex are often of a handsome, heroic man.

Moreover, Zhang Ling is a typical ancient Chinese woman, gentle, considerate, and obedient to her father.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing his daughter's squirming appearance, Zhang Jiao couldn't help laughing. He felt a lot happier in his heart, and even his pale face looked much better.

After a while, there was a rush of footsteps.

Zhang Jiao motioned to his daughter to hide behind the screen. Zhang Ling's face was shy, she lifted her skirt, took small steps, and hurriedly turned behind the screen.

"Knock knock!" Zhang Liang knocked on the door a few times and asked, "Brother, I'm here." ”

Zhang Jiao tidied up his clothes and said, "Come in!" ”

Zhang Liang pushed the door in, with a young man behind him. The young man is about twenty years old, with a square face, although not very handsome, but also very attractive.

Due to his repeated battlefield experience, coupled with his tall figure, he has a fierce and heroic temperament.

The person who came was Chen Xu, he was dressed in military uniform, but the weapon had been disarmed by Zhang Jiao's personal soldiers before entering the door.

He came to Zhang Jiao, knelt on the ground, saluted Zhang Jiao, and then said, "The last general has seen a great sage and good teacher!" ”

I haven't seen him for two years, and Chen Xu's chin has grown a sparse beard. The face that was once a little immature has become even more resolute.

Zhang Jiao tried to recall, overlapping the figure in front of him with the young man in Chenjiacun who doubted his Fu Shui, and a smile appeared on his face.