Lu Chuan atravessou para o período dos Três Reinos e, com a ajuda de um sistema, desenvolveu uma pequena aldeia até transformá-la em uma grande cidade do condado. Seu único desejo era continuar cultivando a terra e promover o desenvolvimento total da agricultura, economia, cultura e forças militares. No entanto, os senhores da guerra insistiam em procurá-lo. Cao Cao disse: “Se eu conseguir convidar Lu Chuan para sair do seu retiro, neste vasto mundo, quem mais poderá me deter?” Yuan Shao ordenou: “Preparem presentes rapidamente, eu mesmo irei visitar o senhor Lu Chuan. Um carro de presentes não basta? Tragam dez carros!” Liu Bei: “Segundo irmão, terceiro irmão, venham comigo visitar o senhor Lu Chuan! Se uma vez não for suficiente, iremos duas, três, ou até dez ou cem vezes, se necessário! Se conseguirmos a ajuda do senhor Lu Chuan, por que preocupar-nos com o destino da dinastia Han?” Lu Chuan estava bastante incomodado. Fez uma lista com os nomes de Cao Cao e outros, e entregou-a aos guardas do portão da cidade. “Ouçam bem, nenhum desses grandes nomes que estão na lista pode ser autorizado a entrar!”
Winter of the sixth year of Zhongping (189 AD).
Cao Cao led his army from Chenliu toward Suanzao to convene an alliance with other warlords and discuss the grand plan against Dong Zhuo.
As they passed through a county town, Cao Cao suddenly halted.
“Yuanrang, since when did this place become a county town? I remember it as just a small village,” he said.
Xiahou Dun’s face was also filled with curiosity. Having grown up in Chenliu, neither of them could claim to know the region inside out, but the emergence of a new county town should not have escaped their notice.
Moreover, this county appeared prosperous, bustling with people who all looked robust and healthy, a stark contrast to the famished, gaunt faces common in other counties.
The city gate was imposing, flanked by two stone lions over three meters tall, exuding an aura of majesty.
Cao Cao, with his keen eye for wealth, estimated that just the pair of stone lions could be worth millions, perhaps tens of millions in coin.
The walls were built from large blue stones, standing over nine meters high. Looking up at them instilled an almost insurmountable impression.
Even the valiant Xiahou Dun could not help but marvel at the formidable walls: “Even the fiercest generals of our time couldn’t breach a fortress like this!”
Such mighty walls should never exist in this era.
His expression shifted from curiosity to solemnity, then to astonishment.
“Mengde, is this really a county town? I feel that even Luoyang wouldn’t have walls this tall.”
Cao Cao