Meu Pai Liu Xuande
No final da dinastia Han Oriental, no primeiro ano da era Xingping. Neste ano, o Imperador Xian dos Han olhava, tremendo de medo, enquanto Li Jue e Guo Si lideravam os soldados de Liangzhou em uma guerra civil contra os rebeldes Ma Teng e Han Sui de Liangzhou, sem conseguir sequer comer direito. Neste ano, Yuan Benchu estava cheio de vigor, esmurrando Gongsun Zan, chutando os bandidos das Montanhas Negras, e com um simples olhar ameaçador fez Lü Fengxian fugir em desespero e humilhação. Neste ano, a viúva Cao bateu à porta de Xuzhou sem sucesso, sua casa ainda foi roubada, e ela teve que voltar às pressas para chamar o irmão mais velho, Yuan Shao, para juntos procurarem o encanador Lü Wenhóu para uma batalha de vida ou morte. Neste ano, o Pequeno Tirano Sun Ce, contando com a ajuda do tio Wu Jing, conseguiu seu primeiro pote de ouro, e foi pedir ao padrasto, o temível Yuan Gonglu da Rota Central, a herança de seu falecido pai, para então retornar a Jiangdong e reconstruir o patrimônio da família. Também neste ano, meu velho pai, de mãos compridas e orelhas grandes, foi promovido e tornou-se governador de Xuzhou. E eu, Liu Feng, aquele filho exemplar mencionado por todos os senhores da guerra, finalmente subi ao palco da história.
Meu Pai Liu Xuande
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Liu Feng sat upright inside the carriage, his body gently swaying with the motion. In the late Eastern Han period, without springs, shock absorbers, or rubber tires, even the slow pace of an ox cart made the ride uncomfortable. Although Liu Feng had been living in this era for several years, he still couldn’t acclimate to the lifestyle of the late Eastern Han, especially in terms of food and travel.
Poor diet compounded by the jolting journey weighed heavily on him. Recalling his travels—from Zhuoxian to Pingyuan two years ago, and last winter from Qingzhou Plain to Tancheng in Xuzhou—he knew that if not for his gradually improving physique, he would have fallen seriously ill on these trips.
Ever since then, Liu Feng had resolved within himself to reform both the diet and transportation. Yet at this moment, such concerns were secondary to more pressing matters before him.
Firstly, Liu Feng had an old man for a father—Liu Bei, known for his long arms and large ears.
Secondly, a certain Cao Cao, a widower maker, had just been driven away, and his family estate had been stolen by the waterworks officer Lü Wenhou.
Lastly, an old man named Tao Qian had passed away last winter, and on his deathbed, half voluntarily and half under duress, had done something remarkable.
Liu Feng was Liu Bei’s son, but not entirely so.
Historically, Liu Bei had several sons in Xuzhou, all born of previous wives or concubines in Zhuoxian. Among them, Liu Feng was born of Liu Bei’s legitimate wife in Zhuoxian, making him Liu Bei’s biological
