Lu Bu’s Life Simulator

"To deal with these people, we need to use it, and we need to guard against it!" On the sick bed, Lu Boyong braced himself and said.

"How to use and how to defend?" Lu Bu asked, this is his biggest problem.

"Needless to say, if an emperor can't even use it, then he is not worthy of being an emperor." Lu Boyong said, and glanced at Lu Bu.

Lu Bu nodded silently. If he used it, he would probably use it, because of talent.

"Why do you think these aristocratic families have so many talents?" Lu Boyong asked suddenly.

"Why?" Lu Bu was a little dazed, isn't it obvious: "Family biography!"

"Nowadays, the world is flooded with books, and there are not a few people who inherit the fragrance of books." Lu Boyong shook his head, obviously this answer did not satisfy him.

"Blood?" Lu Bu asked again.

"If you rely on this, you and my father and son are not worthy of living here in this life!" Lu Boyong shook his head: "That's the words of those so-called nobles and fools."

"Please tell my father." Lu Bu bowed.

"You're right about family biography, but it's too general." Lu Boyong looked at Lu Bu with a smile and said, "Do you still remember when you started talking with those so-called celebrities?"

this……

Lv Bu didn't know, in reality, he didn't feel much when he saw a great Confucian like Cai Yong, and it's usually better not to provoke him, but deep down, I'm afraid he still has some respect and inferiority.

Lu Bu is not sure. Now, he is the emperor, the emperor whom everyone expects. He is more free to talk to anyone. Even if the other party is a great Confucian, Lu Bu will respect him, but he will not avoid it. On the contrary, the other party will be a little trembling in the process of correcting them.

"When you were young, when we first arrived in Huizhou, you were still young and didn't remember anything, but you did remember it as a father." Lu Boyong smiled with a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "When we first came to the county, there were barbarians from outside who would go south at any time. Invasion, there are rioters inside, at that time, my father was lucky enough to be a knife and pen official, and since then, the friends who have been in the past have gradually become estranged, and my father is in the yamen, and the scribes inside are dressed ten times better than my father. At that time, even if you were at the same level, you would inevitably feel a little inferior when you spoke. Later, you gradually got some money in your hands. You can buy things that you dare not eat before, and you can buy things that you dare not use. Gradually, they are almost the same as them, and they have less inferiority complex when talking.”

Lu Bu frowned and said, "Father is talking about money?"

"You think it's vulgar?" Lu Boyong said with a smile.

Lu Bu didn't answer, but nodded anyway.

"This is a summary of my father's life. In fact, if you think about the so-called elegance, which one is not piled up with money? The pens, inks, papers and inkstones in your imperial study are all the best, and the pavilions and pavilions are all the best. Invite famous craftsmen and skillful craftsmen to design, and the aristocratic families are probably the same. Living here for a long time, it is inevitable to have a sense of detachment. This is something that ordinary scholars who read the same book and live on thatched couch can’t feel, so you will be in it. Those descendants of aristocratic families feel detached, while ordinary scholars have an unspeakable sense of cowardice. The essence of the problem is actually money, or power, but many people don't want to mention it, as if as long as money is mentioned, they will Defile their noble souls."

"Thinking about when you were young, do you remember that some brothers killed each other for a little benefit?" Lu Boyong asked.

Lu Bu nodded: "But there are also people who support each other."

"This is human nature. In the state where there is no food to eat and no future in sight, good will be ten times better, and evil will be ten times worse. No matter which one is, you can't blame it. Others can blame it, but As an emperor, what you should do is self-examination instead of following others' opinions. Of course, the family should produce talents. They don't need to worry about making a living. They just need to concentrate on studying and studying. This kind of thing is the hardest, sometimes you have to let go of your dignity, these hardships are borne for you by your father, and I didn’t want to say it before, but now I need you to know that it will be useful for you to rule the world in the future. People can have dignity only when they are full, and as the emperor, it is your responsibility to feed the people, and everything you do should be based on this, not to cater to those courtiers."

After taking a breath, Lu Boyong looked at his son and said: "All scholars, no matter whether they are poor or gentlemen, are no longer pure scholars when they step into the court. There may be an example, but as an emperor , In this matter, you generally think that the tax law cannot be determined by them, otherwise the court will be short of money."

Lu Bu nodded silently.

"With the money, the army is in your hands, and as the emperor, you already have human rights. As long as these three rights are in your hands, this family will not be able to make trouble anymore. Think about it for yourself. Are the three powers still in your hands?" Lu Bu asked with a smile.

"This..." Lu Bu thought about it carefully, he should be there, but he was not sure, and wanted to ask again, Lu Boyong seemed to have finished explaining his future generations, and his palm was no longer able to slip.

"Father..." Lu Bu sat in front of Lu Boyong's couch in a daze, looking at his father's peaceful face, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Lu Bu got up silently, walked outside the hall calmly, announced the news of his father's death, and took care of his father's descendants in an orderly manner. No one knew how much Lu Boyong's death had affected Lu Bu. As if he had undergone a certain transformation, Lu Bu's wrists in the court gradually became sharper, and the power of the court gradually returned to Lu Bu's hands.

Next, Lu Bu ruled the country for ten years, and he was quite diligent. Under his rule, the world gradually recovered its vitality. Ten years later, Lu Bu was already sixty-two years old, and suddenly announced his abdication. It was passed on to the forty-four-year-old prince, who became the Supreme Emperor himself, and then spent all day in the palace with his concubines, waiting to die.

It's a pity that he was in good health in this life, and he didn't have any root causes of illness after fighting for half his life. He lived for another forty years. When he was a hundred years old, he really didn't want to live anymore. In the end, he died of a hunger strike, and this life was considered over...

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Father Lu’s hangup is a bit too big. Originally, it was planned to have a tragic ending, but after writing it, I found that it couldn’t be tragic.