"Liangzhou Ci"
Traveling back to the Liangzhou clan at the end of the Han Dynasty, we start with a shabby earth house, an ancestral horse and a lame father.
The identity sounds deceptive - a clan member of the Han Dynasty, a descendant of the twenty-eight generals of Yuntai. In fact, any shepherd dog from the Qiang tribe outside Guzang City lived a more respectable life than him.
Good news: A year later the Yellow Turbans revolted and the world was in chaos.
Bad news: He's running out of food.
Pulling a team? There were about a hundred people, half of whom were hungry for training, and the other half who wanted to run.
Ma Chao came to the door himself. He knew nothing but charging. When he entered, he asked if there was any meat to eat.
Starting from escorting the caravan, he competed with the Qiang people for water sources, fought with the Yellow Turbans for swords, and carved a way out inch by inch through the cracks of the warlords.
Many years later, someone asked why he could gain a foothold in Liangzhou.
He said: "A man from the Liu family does not need to be a marquis or a prime minister, but he cannot be without learning and skills."
That's what the lame daddy taught me.
Ma Chao shouted from a distance: "Speak humanly!"
"... Practice your skills until no one can kill you."
[Farming in the late Han Dynasty + Ma Chao brothers + no system + decisive killing]
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