Xi Zhicai Discusses the World

Wang Xuan's move left Xi Zhicai staring in shock. Whether or not he came from a poor family, he had received a proper scholarly education. Although people said he was "scorned by vulgar society," that was only in comparison with the sons of the established Aristocratic Clans. Compared with Wang Xuan, who cared nothing for the means and considered only the result, Xi Zhicai was far too far behind when it came to unorthodox methods.

The strongest fortress could always be breached from within. What Xi Zhicai did not know was that four Yellow Turban commanders Wang Xuan had dispatched were also stationed at the Mi Family's ancestral home in Xuzhou. Once this shipment of provisions arrived, Wang Xuan was confident that within a year, he could secretly turn all the Yellow Turban rebels into his own people.

Yes, secretly!

They could not do it openly. Whether these people were acting as commoners or as Yellow Turban rebels, they had no right to know the truth!

A lot of the time, knowing too much was not a good thing.

There was no helping it. They had to take it slowly. Wang Xuan would never act rashly and leave himself hidden dangers.

After arranging for Zhao Yun and the others to scout ahead, Wang Xuan pulled a rolled-up map from his robes.

Speaking of which, everyone was very curious how much Wang Xuan actually kept inside his robes. Every time, they saw him pull out this or that. The problem was that many of those things simply could not fit inside his robes!

Take the map he had just pulled out, for example. It was a full square meter in size!

Of course, since Wang Xuan did not say anything, no one dared to ask.

The map was spread flat on