The next day.
Chen Feng received orders to report to the main hall of the provincial governor's residence in Ye City.
On the way, Chen Feng asked Wang An, the captain of his personal guards—the guy who had wanted to catch rabbits to improve their meals—what was going on.
"Huh? General, you don't even know?"
The guard captain explained to Chen Feng.
Some time ago, Liu Bei had killed Che Zhou, one of Cao Cao's trusted generals. Afraid that Boss Cao would retaliate, he had sent his adviser Sun Qian to ask the great scholar Zheng Xuan, who was on good terms with Yuan Shao, to write a letter requesting Yuan Shao's aid.
"I reckon our lord can't make up his mind, so he's calling the generals in to discuss it."
Chen Feng scratched his head. Surely this counted as confidential information. How did a lowly soldier know about it?
It wasn't as if there were world announcements, right?
Actually, there were.
Following the guard captain's explanation, Chen Feng discovered that this world actually had a public channel.
"I sail a light boat through the mortal realm, where men chase fame like carp crowding a river."
Xu Shao, courtesy name Zijiang, was a commentator in the late Eastern Han. Historically, he had founded the Monthly Critique, singling someone out for commentary each month and becoming a focal point of public opinion.
The famous assessment of Boss Cao—"a capable minister in times of peace, a cunning hero in times of chaos"—had come from Xu Shao.
But in this mythic world.
All one had to do was say the passphrase: "Monthly Appraisal, let us judge all under heaven!"
Then, through Mr. Xu Shao's appraisal ability, one could view all the major events that had happened that month.
Chen Feng scrolled through the