Three Kingdoms

Brazil, although the name sounds like it is west of Pakistan, it is actually north of Pakistan. Well, don’t ask why.

Brazil, Bajun, and Badong are collectively known as Sanba. Later, when Zhang Fei was stationed in Bajun, he liked to sing and dance after drinking. Many people thought it was a trend, so they called it Sanba Dance, which became widely circulated...

Ahem, okay, the above is all made up.

But people always live between dreams and reality. They either choose dreams or reality, or they continue to dream in reality, or they contact reality in dreams.

Huang Quan sat by the Jialing River, looking at the surging river and remaining silent.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the old servant on the side looked at the sky, raised his hands and said, "Young Master...it's time to go back..."

"Well," Huang Quan nodded, glanced at the setting sun that was about to set in the mountains, and couldn't help but murmured: "A gentleman is in battle, and he doesn't know the time. If there is neither sun nor moon, will the day come? The sun has already set, and the rooster Living in Jie, there are sheep and oxen under the crotch, why don’t you think about it?”

The old servant obviously didn't understand Huang Quan's transformation of the gentleman Yu Yu, so he just stood aside respectfully and said nothing.

"Go home..." Huang Quan waved his hand and said, then walked home first.

The Huang family is not the largest in Langzhong, but it is not the smallest either. There is a high-gate compound on the bank of the Jialing River, which is where the Huang family gathers. Going up the river, I met many members of the Huang family. Huang Quan also greeted them one by one, with thoughtful and smooth manners, just like in the past.

"Father..." Huang Quan entered his father's study, prostrated himself on the ground, and kowtowed, "...the child must not be awake in the morning and in the dark, and serve in front of me...the child is unfilial..."

"Get up..." Huang Quan's father frowned and said slowly, "Have you made up your mind?"

Huang Quan was silent, just looking down at the mat pattern under the table, as if the pattern in the middle of the white grass mat had the answer.

"The Jingxiang Huang family and the Brazilian Huang family have the same surname, but they are not from the same origin..." Huang Quan's father said slowly, "You can also refuse... The Hanzhong prefect, although he has two thousand ranks, is a puppet and has no real power... …”

"My child also knows this... If not..." Huang Quan said, "There are many famous surnames in Langzhong, who can match the Huang family? My child is willing to add glory to the Huang family. Even if the future is bumpy, he will not hesitate..."

The prefect of Hanzhong is indeed just an empty post. With the Zhang family of Nanzheng here, the governor Liu Dan, and the long history left by General Zhengxi, how much can a foreign prefect do under such three mountains? The play?

But you don’t have a choice, do you?

The recruitment order was sent directly to Langzhong and to the door of the Huang family.

Don’t choose?

What do the other big households in Langzhong think?

Everyone knows that Zhengxi’s wife’s surname is Huang. But even if he applies for the title, will the other big families in Langzhong think that his Huang family really has nothing to do with the Huang family in Jingxiang?

The constant stream of visitors in the past few days are all coming here because they are bored?

Those members of the Huang clan who have not seen each other for many years are also rushing over to show their faces, to call each other brothers and establish relationships. If I don't go, wouldn't I miss these people, and what will these people think?

Even if it is just a false name, the Huang family still needs this false name...

Although Huang Quan didn't know why General Zhengxi learned his name and sent the recruitment order here, at the moment, he had no choice no matter from which perspective.

The lines between Huang Quan's father's brows became more and more profound, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Idiot..."

Huang Quan bowed again and bowed his head to the ground.

"Forget it..." Huang Quan's father took a small wooden box from the table, put it in Huang Quan's hand, and said, "My father has an old relationship with King Ji, so this is a token... When you go north, you might as well go and pay homage to it. , you can raise troops, just in case..."

Huang's father said it lightly, as if this token was very simple, but Huang Quan knew that it was actually a talisman of the Huang family, but for his own sake, his father took it out and gave it to him.

The people are also called Banzhen barbarians.

Because he is both brave and warlike, and good at singing and dancing, he has always performed very strangely on the battlefield. When King Wu of Zhou defeated Zhou, he got the help of the Ji people. At that time, there were only three thousand Ji people who served as the charge army. people, and the army of King Zhou opposite was said to be 700,000...

The soldiers went to war, singing and dancing on the battlefield while killing the enemy. Perhaps they had never seen such a battle mode full of artistic beauty and romantic feelings on the battlefield. The morale of King Zhou's soldiers quickly fell to the bottom and they fled in all directions. Therefore, This battle is called "King Wu defeated Zhou, singing before and dancing after".

Later, Liu Bang was able to rule the world, and his contribution was also indispensable. Later, Liu Bang granted him a reward and granted some preferential policies. Cloth could be used to pay taxes. "One piece for an adult, two feet for a small mouth." The tax was considered paid. , so in the Han Dynasty, the Zhi people multiplied and settled in Langzhong, and gradually became prosperous.

As long as you hold such a token in your hand, it is equivalent to having an additional armed force. When others want to touch the Huang family, they must think twice, but now Huang's father has handed this token directly to Huang Quan. Hold it in your hand and use it directly.

Because Zhang Ze in Hanzhong had suppressed the Banchen barbarians before the rebellion, it was impossible for the Banchen barbarians to defect to Zhang Ze, and only then could they ensure their loyalty to Huang Quan.

"Father..." Huang Quan held the wooden box and hesitated.

"Go ahead..." Huang Quan's father waved his hand and said, "Now that we have decided, let's do it... rest early and set off tomorrow..."

"only……"

Huang Quan bowed again and withdrew.

Huang's father sat behind the table, lowered his eyes, watching Huang Quan's figure stretched extremely long under the reflection of the setting sun. The figure swayed in front of the table, seeming to be nostalgic for something, and then gradually became smaller and smaller. Go away, eventually disappearing through the door.

…………The Zhongxing Sword is naturally the imperial power, a great scholar...

"Uncle! We have no choice! We must fight, we must fight!" Ma Chao shouted, jumping and shouting, with the veins on his forehead popping out, "The little thief who conquered the West, killed a certain clan member and destroyed a certain tribe, this revenge If we don’t retaliate, how can the Ma family stand on its own?!”

Han Sui frowned, his nose and eyes almost wrinkled together.

Damn it, you also know that you are the "Ma family"?

Does it have anything to do with your Ma family's difficulty in establishing a foothold and having half a five-baht piece of money with me? Was it me who caused you to fail? Was it me who asked your clan brothers to die?

I tried to persuade you to come back together, but you didn't want to. Well, now that you've suffered a loss and come to complain again, is it I who owes you?

"Uncle..." Ma Chao did not look at Han Sui's face, or pretended not to see it when he saw it, and continued, "It is midsummer now, and autumn is about to begin! Uncle! The Guan Zhongqiu harvest is coming soon! If Zhengxi Xiao The thieves have harvested the autumn grain, calmed down, and stabilized Guanzhong. They will surely march westward in the past! How will you and I deal with ourselves then?"

Can you hide here?

There is no point in hiding!

Even if you can settle down for a while, how long can you hold on? Let the barren Xiliang compete with the rich Guanzhong? I've been fighting against this for decades, isn't it enough?

"Um……"

Han Sui's brows relaxed a little, did this sound like human words...

This is not just a relationship by the bedside, this is also Han Sui's wish for many years. Why doesn't he want to live in Guanzhong, and truly change from wearing a leather robe to wearing a brocade robe? There are no longer piles around him, and it is rare to wash in his life. The smelly Qiang people who took two baths, but the fragrant, tender and tender beauties from Guanzhong, Shandong, and even Jianghuai?

Just like what Ma Chao said, if General Zhengxi stabilizes Guanzhong, then Han Sui's wish will be like a mirror, and he can only look forward and sigh.

"...Tell me, nephew, what are you going to do..." After pondering for a long time, Han Sui finally said.

"Robbing them all, burning them all, killing them all!" Ma Chao said viciously, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, "Robbing them all if they can, and burning them all if they can't! Kill them all, whether they are soldiers or civilians, along the way! We must! Let the little thief from Zhengxi be unable to gain a foothold in Guanzhong!"

Compared to Han Suilai, Ma Chao had even less choice and no choice.

Because of this failure and Ma Dai's death, the tiny voices that had been silent in the family began to chirp again.

Even the Qiang people had some changes in the way they looked at Ma Chao.

How can Ma Chao endure this?

Ma Chao urgently needs a victory to consolidate his status and reputation in his family and among the Qiang people. He has no other choice.

However, Han Sui still did not relax his brows. What Ma Chao said just now was too vague. It had no exact execution goal and no direction of attack. Such a plan did not satisfy Han Sui.

Han Sui has long passed the age where a few empty slogans can make his blood boil. He needs a more practical and feasible action plan.

"Uncle..." Ma Chao took a step closer, lowered his voice, and continued, "The little thief from the Western Expedition is here to transfer grain to Bianwudu... We can do this..."

In the end, Han Sui thought it over again and agreed to Ma Chao's plan.

Looking at Ma Chao's farewell figure, Han Sui's eyes flickered, and his original doubtful expression soon turned into anger, and then became a little indifferent...

…………………………

Dong'e County.

It was approaching midnight, and some small sounds came from the corner of the city gate tower.

"uncle……"

This uncle's scream was feeble, like a mosquito buzzing in his ears, and it would escape if he didn't pay attention.

"You baby, are you hungry again?" In the darkness, an old voice replied, "Nothing to eat... just be patient and go to sleep... you won't be hungry anymore when you sleep..."

"Oh..." The young voice responded in a low voice, trying hard to curl up a little smaller, so that the hunger could subside a little.

Autumn is still two months away. Normally, it would be the time to wait and look forward to the harvest, but in the hearts of the Dong'a people, not only is there no joy of harvest, there is only endless fear...

Not even half a grain of grain could be found in the plowed fields outside the city.

No matter how hungry the farmer is, he is reluctant to kill the food when it is about to mature, but the locusts don't care. The locusts flying all over the sky came from the western sky, covering the sky and the sun, like a movable curtain covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the sky above Dong'a County.

The grass is bare.

The leaves are gone.

In all the cultivated land, only the roots of seedlings less than an inch long are left...

The locusts have eaten everything that humans can and cannot eat, and nothing is left.

When the locusts were full, or probably had no more to eat, they continued to fly eastward, leaving Dong'a with only boundless worry and fear.

What’s next?

One stone of rice can be sold for 500,000 to 600,000 yuan in the market, and the price is still low, so there is not much quantity at all. In previous years, one stone of rice cost two to three hundred yuan.

Between heaven and earth, everything is a dark color that cannot be broken away, just like human blood has turned into a red and black color after being exposed for a long time.

Above the wilderness, a light flashed, and then a queue slowly appeared, slowly heading towards Dong'a County...

"The rat-catching team is back..." the soldiers on duty shouted, "Get ready to open the city gate!"

Although it is already midnight, normally the city gate should not be opened, but in this extraordinary period, who would take this rule to heart?

What's more, this was originally an order from the county magistrate Cheng Yu. Five days ago, the county magistrate issued an order and sent soldiers to hunt rats in the wilderness outside the city...

"Uncle...the rat-catching team is back..." The young boy couldn't sleep at all. Hearing the sound, he quickly lay down on the battlement and said while looking at it, "...the smell of blood is so strong..."

"Come back! Stop looking..." the old voice shouted.

The young man did not move, "... I heard someone said that when we went to hunt rats outside the city yesterday, a chief and five soldiers were bitten to death by rats... Uncle, why are wild rats so powerful... Yes, I heard that the county magistrate is recruiting people for the rat-catching team again..."

The old man couldn't help but raise his voice a bit: "Get back! Shidanzi, get back here!"

Seeing that his uncle was angry, Shi Danzi ran back quickly.

"...Your father died early..." the old man sighed and said, "...I don't have the money to get a wife, so I treat you as my own...I haven't been able to make a name for myself in these years... I’m just going to suffer from you and starve and freeze with you..."

"Hey, uncle, what are you talking about..." Shi Dan said, "Uncle, doesn't he take good care of me..."

"Shi Dan, listen to your uncle..." The old man held Shi Dan's arm tightly and said, "No matter what time, don't go to the rat-catching team! Don't even look at it!"

"Why?" Shi Dan opened his eyes wide and looked at the old man with clear and translucent eyes.

"No reason!" The old man couldn't help but gain a little more strength in his hands, "If I tell you not to go, don't go! Don't even look at me!"

"...Oh...I know..." Although Shi Dan felt confused, he still agreed first, "...But, uncle, I heard that the people in the rat-catching team have rat meat to eat..."

The old man raised his palm angrily, but it hit himself in the face.

"Uncle! What are you doing!"

"Shi Dan..." The old man held Shi Dan's arm tightly, with boundless fear and sorrow in his eyes, "If you recognize me as your uncle, you should listen to my uncle... You still want to be alone... You can't eat this rat meat. If you eat it, you will no longer be a human being, but a ghost, a ghost..."