At the last moment before Liu Chan's death, the cold rain in Luoyang hit the tiles, and the old servant said, "Adou, who cannot be helped, will be relieved if he dies."
When I open my eyes again, I see the Chengdu court in the first year of Jianxing. Zhuge Liang was holding the "Commentary" and choked with sobs. All civil and military officials knelt on the ground, waiting for him to cry and say, "My father has worked hard." Liu Chan stretched his muscles and said: "Retreat from the court, I am hungry."
In this life, he doesn't want to be a wise king, he just wants to make money.
Zhuge Liang's military expenditure for the Northern Expedition? I earn.
Sima Yi's poisonous salt offensive? My salt is whiter, finer and cheaper.
Jiang Wei asked whether the Northern Expedition should be fought? I handed over an abacus: settle the accounts first, and then do the calculations after you have figured it out.
Many years later, under Luoyang City. Sima Yi looked at the hibiscus flower on the Shu Brocade and said something to his son.
"Liu Chan is not doing business, he is buying people's hearts. If he gives in, the people of Shu will be willing to die for him. If the state of Wei refuses, the people of Wei will regard us as their enemies."
And Liu Chan was sitting on the tower in Chengdu, with thousands of lights spread to the horizon, and the mourning queen was leaning on his shoulder.
There is salt on the stove, his wife under the lamp, and the person he wants to protect outside the window.
Make money for nothing else. Just for this life, live for no one.
