Three Kingdoms

The area around Jingxiang and Wancheng can be regarded as the gateway to the Central Plains.

What is the so-called portal? Of course no one likes their own portal to be dilapidated, but the current Central Plains portal is indeed not very good-looking.

People cannot do without food, clothing, housing and transportation, and food, clothing, housing and transportation cannot do without various commodities.

In the Han Dynasty, Luoyang was originally prosperous and the most prosperous in the world. However, after Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, the former Kyoto was in ruins. However, burning Luoyang did not mean that it burned down all the trading houses in the world and cut off the exchange of goods.

Especially Jingxiang.

Overall, for Jingxiang, because of its own ecological system and the fact that it has always been relatively outside and has not directly fallen into chaotic disputes, the economic system is pretty good and commodity transactions are relatively busy. Especially in the Wancheng area, due to the traffic of trade routes and the relatively large influence of the Hussars General, a relatively stable market has been formed.

However, trading in such a market is still risky. Of course, there is no problem within Wancheng, but outside Wancheng and go a little more remote, often due to insufficient government control, various smuggling and robbery have been prevalent and banned repeatedly.

As for a business without capital, it can last three years without opening, or it can take three years after opening. Naturally, many people are willing to take risks.

Especially Nanyang.

This county, which was once the hometown of the emperor, has now completely lost its noble appearance. The glory and pride it once had have nowhere to rest.

It was May, and the sun was beginning to become increasingly fierce. As far as the eye could see, there were mostly wild ridges and barren mountains. The villages and fields that used to be densely populated are now sparse and abandoned. Even the official roads also show a withered scene of disrepair.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, mostly nobles, merchants, and a large number of guards carrying weapons. Of course, there are also individual loners, but they are not as bold and bold as those seen in later movies and TV shows. Even among the children of the noble clan, most of them wore rustic and worn-out clothes and messy beards and hair when they were marching on the road, but the only thing that shined was their weapons.

Just like the gun in the Rice Instant Reduction Kingdom, it can be used without it, but it cannot be left without it.

Those who raised the flag were somewhat courageous and had angry expressions on their faces, while the lone rangers, even if they looked tired due to lack of sleep, before settling down or setting off, they would first scan everyone in the field of vision with vigilant eyes to see clearly who was fat. Sheep, who is the poor man, who is the hunter, and who is the prey.

The Han Dynasty once worshiped knight-errants.

Xia, in fact, is more often regarded as a middle-to-lower term.

After all, from the beginning, it was "a chivalrous person who used martial arts to break the law," and the so-called hero who "served the country and the people" was actually similar to Ye Gong. It was a beautiful wish. If it really came true, it would not be so beautiful.

After all, if knights are allowed to serve the country and the people, where are the people who were supposed to serve the country and the people? Let knights administer justice, but what have the institutions that are supposed to administer justice done? Therefore, the greater and more righteous a knight's deeds are, this can only mean one thing...

Just like when later generations encounter some things and the normal process cannot be carried out, reporters and media are invited. After a large number of exposures, many difficult things suddenly become easy to handle. This is not a normal state in the first place. So this kind of work process has made certain journalists and certain media famous. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

This was the case with the knight-errants of the Han Dynasty.

The rangers were wiped out in the Northern Territory of Guanzhong Sanfu. These Han Dynasty rangers could not stay on the chassis of Hussar. Some chose to put down their swords and guns, while others could not let go of their original lives and left the Northern Territory of Guanzhong and came to Nanyang.

Because Nanyang has actually been basically destroyed after Yuan Shu, and the official structure of the Han Dynasty has basically disappeared. Therefore, even if someone commits a crime and kills someone in this area, it will be easier to deal with than in other places, and there will be no other consequences. Trouble. The so-called car and boat shop clerks deserve to be killed if they are not guilty. If they are on the sidelines, they are somewhat unjust, but here, there are very few people with clean hands and feet.

Smuggling of salt, iron, tea, and all kinds of shady businesses, as long as there is profit, someone will do it. The higher the risk, the greater the profit. Driven by various interests, there are simply countless bandits and bandits. If someone who doesn't know what they are doing rushes in, they will probably be eaten without any bones left. !

The court has the rules of the court, and the knights naturally have the ways of the knights.

In Nanyang, the villages and cottages that can survive in the southeastern part of Wancheng are not good at farming. Even if they look like farmers, they just look like farmers...

This kind of ecology extends southward until the border between Cao Cao and Sun Quan. It has become the most common ecological environment in this area. Ordinary villages and chaotic mountain villages are completely integrated. Obeying the law is a joke in this area. , making the struggle for strength and ruthlessness the ultimate mainstream, and whoever is ruthless enough can survive in a borderless land.

During this period, a new village emerged in the Yunmengze area, known as "Yi Bo Yuntian"...

Um? Why not "do justice for heaven"? Haha, that's impossible. After all, such slogans are almost equivalent to rebelling. Although rebellion doesn't mean much now, it's not something you can shout casually.

Because the village was unexpectedly rich and rich, so for a period of time, almost every day and every moment, there were many scattered rangers, accompanied by gangsters, who came to look for opportunities. Among these people, there were many who were among the Yellow Turbans. The remnants of Zhang Jiao's men who were defeated in the chaos, as well as the fleeing soldiers from various princes, etc., anyway, all kinds of desperadoes continued to gather.

The strange thing is that the surrounding princes seem to have not seen the rise of this new village.

Perhaps it's because although Yunmengze is no longer as huge as it was in the pre-Qin period and has shrunk a lot due to the accumulation of sediment, there are still many swamps. It would be somewhat troublesome to enter?

Anyway, neither Liu Biao nor Cao Cao, nor Sun Quan, acted like they were in a three-nothing zone. Under such circumstances, all three parties unknowingly became afraid to move. The reputation of the village became more and more famous, and many wanderers, wanderers and gangs who struggled to support began to attach themselves to this village...

But no one knows that the leader of this cottage, the leader with the bloody scar on his face, is not a ranger, but Lei Bo, the general under Yuan Shu...

"When will we do it?" 』

Lei Bo lowered his head to eat the rice, and the huge bloody scar on his face squirmed like a centipede, which was intimidating. Perhaps the rough wheat grains were not easy to swallow, and Lei Bo did not eat very fast.

"You will know then..." A young man who looked like a nobleman replied somewhat casually.

Lei Bo stopped pulling the wheat rice, put down the bowl, stared at the young man, chewing in his mouth.

The bloody scar pulsed.

"How can I know the master's arrangements? However, counting the time, it only takes a month or two..." The young man was obviously uncomfortable being stared at, so he added another sentence.

Lei Bo stared, his throat moved, then he lowered his eyelids and continued to eat.

The young nobleman frowned for a moment. Seeing that Lei Bo didn't speak and he had nothing to say, he felt extremely bored. He grunted twice, casually cupped his hands to say hello to Lei Bo, and left straight away.

Lei Bo took the last grain of wheat rice into his mouth, then put down the bowl, raised his sleeve and wiped it on his mouth, then stood up and walked out. Many people saw Lei Bo along the way and bowed down to salute. Lei Bo smiled in return and seemed not to have the gloomy look in the cabin just now.

All the way up is the back mountain, and gradually there are fewer people.

The setting sun sets from the edge of Yunmengze, making the water glow with orange. It also highlighted the bloody scars on Lei Bo's face, as if they had re-opened and blood was gushing out.

Lei Bo stopped smiling, the haze on his face rolled again, and he couldn't help but gently touched the scar on his face.

The scar is huge.

The wound must have been deep.

"This is not surrendering to the enemy...Brother...it is you who are wrong, not me...In this world, only whoever is ruthless enough can survive...Gong Cao is ruthless than Gong Yuan, so Gong Cao wins...I am ruthless than you , you stopped...so, I won..."

"Who wants to be a thief all their life? You forced me, brother, and I had no choice... Soon, in two months at most, I will be a general again... And you, hehe, hahaha..."

……(╬￣-￣)……

Good medicine tastes bitter.

However, not everything that tastes bitter is good medicine.

In the dark medicinal soup, an old figure was reflected, and soon the ripples spread and the figure disappeared.

Liu Biao closed his eyes and drank the medicine in the bowl.

Fu Xun knelt on one side, with worry in his eyes, "Ming Gong, how do you feel?" 』

Liu Biao exhaled slowly. "better than nothing……"

Liu Biao pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "If you still have the courage to ride into Xiangyang alone...haha, you can last a little longer..."

"My lord..." Fu Xun bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly.

"Prince..." Liu Biao was silent for a moment, then looked at Fu Xun and said slowly, "Someone said something before... so I won't repeat it..."

Fu Xun raised his head, there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes, "Lord!" Xun Dingran will do his best to assist Mr. Cong..."

Liu Biao closed his eyes slightly, "Ah... I can certainly trust you... Speaking of which, when I entered Jingxiang, there were no soldiers or generals around me, but only Uncle Ji and you... In a blink of an eye, the years passed by. Time flies like an arrow... all these years are thanks to my father-in-law's hard work..."

"It is Xun's great fortune to be favored by his lord..." Fu Xun kowtowed, "If his lord entrusts him with important tasks, Xun will not dare to betray his lord even if he is shattered to pieces..."

"Nowadays, the country is in turmoil, and the court is in constant dispute... Cong'er is still young..." Liu Biao raised his head, a muddy tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, "It is also difficult for Jing and Xiang to be united... If someone is not well-off, the Cai family will inevitably be alone." The great...gongti still needs a lot of help, don't let Cong'er succumb to the Cai family..."

"Please don't worry, my lord!" Xun will live up to his lord’s trust! ” Fu Xun said it categorically.

Liu Biao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him calmly, then took out a small bamboo tube sealed with fire paint from his sleeve and handed it to Fu Xun.

Fu Xun was stunned.

"This thing..." Liu Biao lowered his eyebrows, "I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter... If... my father-in-law secretly gave this thing to Cong'er..."

Fu Xun's eyes narrowed, then he took a few steps on his knees, stepped forward to take it respectfully, and put the small bamboo tube into his arms.

"Father... let's go... I'm tired..."

"Lord..."

"Let's go..."

Fu Xun lowered his head and was silent for a moment before bowing again and retreating.

Liu Biao kept a gentle expression until Fu Xun's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor. His gray eyebrows, which were originally like clay and wood sculptures, dropped sharply and then raised!

This move was filled with murderous intent.

…(艹艹)?……

Carrying the small bamboo tube in his arms, Fu Xun left Liu Biao's mansion and got into his car. It was like kicking a piece of red coal, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead unknowingly.

Gurgling.

The wheels of the vehicle pressed against the bluestone, and then one of the wheels hit a piece of gravel. I couldn't help but jump!

Fu Xun's body tilted and he quickly held the railing with his hands. Then he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked up suddenly and saw Cai Mao's face not far away, above the second-floor window facing the street.

Cai Hao nodded slightly, smiling broadly.

……(⊙o⊙)……

"This thing has fire paint..." A thin drop of sweat appeared on Fu Xun's head, and he couldn't help but wipe it with his sleeve, "If you break it rashly, if the lord asks again the next day..."

Cai Mao held the bamboo tube and said with a smile: "Don't worry, sir... I will definitely do it flawlessly..."

After saying that, Cai Mao put down the bamboo tube and gently clapped his hands.

A rustling sound came from behind the screen, and an old man crawled out with his head lowered, "Greetings to the master..."

"Come, let's see if this can be done..." ” Cai Mao handed over the bamboo tube.

The old man with a white beard took the bamboo tube with both hands, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, "It can be done." 』

"good! "Cai Mao nodded and said, "Then let's do it..."

"etc! Fu Xun stretched out his hand and said, "General Cai!" Take this step, but you can't look back! 』

The corner of Cai Mao's mouth cracked, revealing two white teeth, "Does the father-in-law think that I can turn around?" 』

Fu Xun looked at Cai Mao steadily, and Cai Mao looked at Fu Xun without blinking.

After a while, Cai Mao sighed and waved his hand.

The old man with a white beard put the small bamboo tube back, bowed his head respectfully, then retracted behind the screen, and rustled away.

Cai Mao held the small bamboo tube and said with a smile on his face, "Zhuge Kongming has stayed in Guanzhong and has not returned to Wan!" 』

Fu Xun's expression changed, "General Hussars..."

Cai Mao laughed loudly, "The Hussars General's family has a great business, how could he care about a small place like Jingxiang..." The laughter was a little hoarse at the end.

"Now we can only save ourselves!" ” Cai Mao placed the small bamboo tube in front of Fu Xun again, “If my father-in-law doesn’t want to, just don’t look at it!” It's just that...where there are millions of people living in Jingxiang, they may be destroyed in the blink of an eye! 』

The fine sweat on Fu Xun's head gathered and finally formed into a big bead of sweat, which rolled down and dripped next to the small bamboo tube, staining the wooden floor with a circular spot that looked like blood.

"Of course Liu Gong is the herdsman of Jingzhou..." Cai Mao looked at Fu Xun and said coldly, "But Jingzhou is not Liu Gong... It is not Cai who is unfaithful and unjust. It is Cai who was born in Jingxiang and grew up in the Han River. We must protect the country and the people! Thousands of families in Jingxiang people live or die because of a single thought of public feud! 』

Fu Xun's eyes flickered, and the scenes in his mind flashed by like a revolving lantern.

At the gate of Xiangyang City, Liu Biao stood proudly.

In the courtyard, beside Sanya, there was a staggered group of people.

The slightly immature Fei Qian prostrated himself in front of Liu Biaotang.

On the altar where people swear to march south, there are flying flags.

The soldiers stood tall and the golden drums roared. Liu Biao walked towards the top of the altar step by step. Then with every step he took, he grew older. Finally, his tall and straight figure turned into his current rickety body...

"This is not Liu Gong's fault..." Cai Mao's faint voice came to Fu Xun's ears, "It's just the wrong time... but there's nothing we can do..."

Fu Xun took a long breath, closed his eyes, and slowly opened them after a while. Without saying anything or looking at Cai Hao, he stood up and walked out silently.

On the floor, next to the small bamboo tube, there are round spots surrounded by drops.

"..." Cai Mao was silent for a moment and nodded, "It's okay if you don't look..."

……(;￢＿￢)……

"alright……"

Although the old man with the white beard was old, his hands were very steady. It only took less than an hour to successfully break the paint on the small bamboo tube and skillfully opened the bamboo tube.

The old man with a white beard knelt down and put his face on the wooden floor.

Cai Hao pondered for a moment, then grabbed the opened bamboo tube. His hands could not help but tremble a little. He took a deep breath and brought the small bamboo tube in front of him.

The small bamboo tube itself is not big, and there is a piece of silk curled up inside that seems to have some writing on it.

Cai Hao stretched out two fingers and slowly pulled the silk cloth out of the bamboo tube...

"In order to show my gratitude to the emperor, I have pastored Jingzhou. Since the autonomy, I have adhered to the disciplines and laws and employed people in administration. I dare not compare with the sages..."

Cai Hao quickly passed by, and then his eyes suddenly opened wide, and six words were reflected in the pupils, "Prison the Cai family, kill Cai Hao"!

The strokes were like hooks and knives, which made Cai Hao's pupils shrink suddenly, and then a bit of blood flowed from them.

A gust of wind passed through the hall, and Cai Hao felt the coldness on his back, straight into his heart!

After a while, Cai Hao took control, rerolled the silk cloth, and put it into a small bamboo tube. Then he watched the old man with a white beard use a tool to carefully melt some fire paint, and then put the small bamboo tube into the small bamboo tube bit by bit. Reseal it.

During the whole process, Cai Mao sat aside, staring directly at the small bamboo tube.

About half an hour later, the old man with a white beard put down the bamboo tube and said, "Master, seal it..."

"..." Cai Hao nodded, barely maintaining a calm tone, "Thank you for your hard work... You can stay in the backyard for now. If you need anything, just tell the manager..."

The little old man left.

"What a Liu Jingzhou...what a Liu Jingsheng..." Cai Mao looked at the small bamboo tube on the ground, and after a while he whispered, "It's not my fault!" Liu Jingsheng! You forced me to do this! 』