Three days passed, and Chen Xi finally understood the current situation. It was a broad interpretation of the Three Kingdoms period. The Yellow Turban Rebellion had just been put down, an era of heroic figures emerging. It was also an era that Chen Xi had fantasized about when he was bored in the past. After all, whether it was Zhao Zilong with his white horse and silver spear or Zhuge Kongming, whose wisdom was personified, the fans and detractors in later generations were endless. There's no way around it, there are too many Chinese people, so that's what he had to say.,“Father-in-law, seeing you so eager to leave, I presume there’s an urgent matter. This horse is a gift for you, as a means of transport. Please don’t find it wanting.” Chen Xi forced the reins into the other’s hand. He still didn’t know the other person’s name after all this time, and the other party never mentioned their own name.,After the old man left, Chen Xi closed the door and prepared to return to the inner room to read. For him, nothing was more important than studying the texts of this period, even though he had memories from his previous life as Chen Xi, they were not entirely complete.。