I Have Been Fishing in Caoying for Forty Years

Cao Cao thought he had Xu Shu. My mother was a "guest" in Xuchang, and everyone knew about my filial piety. From Xinye to Yecheng, from Liu Bei's counselor to Cao Cao's official - everyone in the world accepted my fate for this job change. Only I know: I have never left Liu Bei. For the next forty years, I went to work on time every day, and my official documents were approved better than anyone else. But military advice? Sorry, I am always stuck on the four words "fear of unexpected events". Cao Cao raised me with high officials and generous salaries, just like raising a sword that remains unsheathed. I saw the fire in Red Cliff; I also saw the iron ropes connecting the boats. The pebbles in my sleeves were hot all the way from Xinye to the Yangtze River. That night I only did one thing: Silence. Later, someone said that if Xu Shu opened his mouth, three pages of the history of the Three Kingdoms would have to be rewritten. I don't care. I only care about one thing: In the twenty years after Red Cliff, every time Cao Cao went south, every time he conquered Wu, and every key decision he made, I stood in front of his weaknesses. I see through things but don't tell them, and I swallow all my comeback plans. He thought he had raised a mediocre person. In fact, he kept a knife that was never unsheathed. Before the sword is drawn, the man is defeated. Forty years is enough time for him to never win again. Every day you stay in Cao Ying without saying a word is the longest farewell to your old master. Some silence is more deadly than thousands of troops. I would like to dedicate this book to everyone who has a city in their heart.