Three Kingdoms

Except for that woman, no one among the other people came forward.

Looking at these people, Jia Qu felt regretful, pitiful, and helpless at the same time.

Are we to say that after Zhang Ji and Deng Li captured and killed the spies of Cao Jun who emerged, there will no longer be any hidden thieves among the common people?

Jia Qu is not so naive.

It is obvious that Cao Jun has made a lot of preparations to attack Huguan, and these preparations are just to kill a few civilians in the field, or to cause chaos and shed some blood?

For Huguan, perhaps the safest way is to trap and kill all these civilians.

Because we couldn't determine who had the problem, we simply eliminated everyone who might have the problem.

This method has been used repeatedly in history.

Killing is very simple.

Even a fool can imagine it.

But if you want to do better, you can't just use stupid methods.

While everyone was waiting for Jia Qu's next move, Jia Qu ordered the registration stall to be set up again to allow these villagers to cross the border and enter the Huguan Pass. As a human being, you need to choose to do the right thing at certain times, rather than just blindly choosing to do beneficial things.

If it is just a simple matter of fortifying the wall and clearing the country, then it is only necessary to set fire to the houses and villages of these people. As for where these people will go, there is no need to worry about it. Anyway, once the war breaks out, these casualties will become just a number, just like the feudal The memorial after every natural and man-made disaster in the dynasty, "many families died", "tens of thousands"...

A space has been cleared between Huguan and Huguan passes to accommodate these villagers.

Jia Qu waved to Deng Li and then turned back, while Zhang Ji stayed to suppress the situation.

Looking at the cautious and miserable expressions of the people in the field, as if they were fighting to enter the pass just now. During the chaos, it was not them who beat the soldiers and snatched the armor. Zhang was full of evil spirits. The fire, I don’t know where to send it.

Zhang Ji glanced around and cursed in his heart. Everyone was so brave when fighting with the soldiers. Why didn't they cooperate with the soldiers to catch Cao Jun's spies?

It's okay if he doesn't know how to read, but he's so old, why can't he even understand the truth?

Not even as good as a woman!

In fact, Zhang Ji also knew in his heart that sometimes people don't know what they will do when they are dizzy. But understanding is understanding, and he felt a little aggrieved in his heart, and there was some color on his face, and he stood coldly. The villagers stared with their hands on the hilt of the knife, making these villagers even more frightened.

Coupled with the corpses that had not been cleaned up on the side, the strong and heavy smell of blood, and the corpses of Cao Jun's spies standing on the wooden piles under the city, whether it was the villagers who experienced the experience at the scene, or the people who came from other places one after another. The people all clamped their legs together and did not even dare to speak loudly.

Since Zhang has fire in his belly, don’t these people have the fire?

It is not just one or two people who can get angry at those close to them and behave violently. Most people will subconsciously treat their loved ones badly and treat outsiders kindly. Even if Jia Qu's original intention was to let these people escape the flames of war, these people knew that Jia Qu had good intentions, but the pain of losing their homeland still made these people hold back their anger.

Jia Qu and others are still educated and know how to control their emotions and not vent them at will, but what about these common people?

Zhang swept around a few times, took a breath, and shouted loudly: "Since you are the people of the Shangdang, you should advance and retreat together, and share hardships!" After entering the customs, abide by the laws and regulations, we will treat you equally and we will never treat you badly! 』

The people were indifferent.

Everyone stared at Zhang Ji, like frightened sheep.

It's not that Zhang Ji was wrong, but that no official in Shandong ever shouted similar words.

Shandong officials are all appointed from other places. In a sense, they are "guests."

When working, as a host, you can't let your guests do the work, right?

When enjoying, the host must be humble, and he can't treat his guests too slowly, right?

But if an "owner" really takes the bull by the horns and wants to discuss who owns the land and the various means of production and living, and who is the real "owner", the "guest" will immediately fall out. .

So, how is Cao Cao's system in Shandong, and what is Cao Cao's army?

What is Fei Qian's policy in Guanzhong, and what is the hussar army?

For these people who are uneducated and uneducated, who can't even write their names in full, and some can only draw a cross to represent them, they don't have any profound concepts.

They just knew that the Party had been allocated some acres of land in Shang, and now they were forced to give up these lands.

Although they may die when Cao Jun comes, what if Cao Jun doesn't kill them?

Although Jia Qu said he would treat everyone equally, what if he failed to get their land back?

"General... our fields..." an old voice sounded among the crowd, "when will we get our fields back..."

Zhang Ji was stunned.

He never expected that the first response these Shandong villagers gave him would be this!

And many others agree...

"yes! 』

"My field..."

"Mom, I want to go home..."

The crowd suddenly became chaotic again, not daring to move, but daring to shout randomly.

They look very much like horse monkeys.

Now go back, what do these people want to do?

Zhang Ji couldn't understand it at all.

Do you think they were originally from Shandong, but now Cao Jun from Shandong came to see fellow villagers, and they burst into tears?

Or should I feel that I am a Shandong native and need to do my duty as a Shandong native and save some manpower and material resources for Cao Jun?

Or maybe they felt that the treatment from Fei Qian, who gave them the land, was not good enough, so why not go back and join Cao Cao?

Zhang Ji's heart felt as if he was being pressed down by a stone, and he suddenly felt a little out of breath.

He understood that maybe none of the above questions were correct.

These people are more likely to be simple-minded to a certain extent and only know how to think about one thing. As for follow-up questions, they will not contact you at all. These people only care about their own interests, that is to say, they sweep away the snow in front of themselves, even if other people's frost is stuck on their faces.

This is the civilian characteristic of the small-scale peasant economy.

Guarding one-third of an acre is the place where they live and die, and it is the entire world.

Such people exist at all times, even in the so-called later generations of enlightened people. They do not talk about right and wrong, but only discuss things based on personal interests or preferences.

My brother is the best, but it’s not easy for a capitalist. He threatens authors to watch pirated copies. As a consumer, he wears the same pants as a company. He sneers at consumers who buy defective products. He stands next to foreigners who jump in line and puts his hands on his hips and says no. Is it just a matter of giving in? I really don’t have the spirit of humility to be polite to foreigners...

They are all the same kind of people.

Seeing Zhang Ji's face darkening little by little, the voices of the villagers became quieter and quieter...

Zhang Ji understood.

These villagers are from Shandong and have not yet transformed into Guanzhong people.

The different characteristics of the Han area are usually invisible.

After all, in normal times, these people in Shandong work hard and are no different from the people in Guanzhong and Northland. I won’t sweat less when I need to, and I won’t slack off on the strength I need to exert, but at this special moment...

For example, if you encounter barbarians heading south, the men from the north will spontaneously organize themselves and pick up swords and guns! Even if there are no swords and guns, those who have dung forks will use dung forks, and those who have sticks will hold up sticks!

Even with bare hands and no sticks!

Why?

Because the people on the northern border have experienced too many wars, and they cannot survive without being tough...

But the people of Shandong are different.

They have been kept in captivity for too long...

If you step out of the circle even a little bit, you will be warned by the shepherd.

Fighting back after being bullied is a malicious confrontation.

If you want to get out of the circle and eat a little bit of grass, you are working maliciously to make a living.

Malice is omnipresent and all-encompassing.

Zhang Ji feels that things that are very simple in Guanzhong and Beiland have very straightforward concepts for the people in Guanzhong and Beiland, that is, repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred, and understand whose kindness is due to whom and whose hatred is from whom. Let’s understand, we are all compatriots who fight side by side and share the joys and sorrows!

But for the people of Shandong, this concept does not exist.

Because under the Shandong system and under the control of the small-scale peasant economic system for many years, there are no other people, only the family acres.

Just like if future generations see others jumping off a building, it is just someone else jumping off a building.

Hey!

Look at the fun!

Even dead is hot!

Hurry, while it's hot!

Post online!

Post to Moments!

It's like the mysterious smile on my face when I see others selling their children and daughters in Lao She's teahouse.

When someone else dies, it’s someone else’s. One’s own fields and one’s own house are everything.

Therefore, these villagers who came to Huguan from Shandong did not ask what to do if others were killed or injured, or what to do with the families of those orphans who had lost their parents. They asked about their own, their own family...

Small farmer economy, circle letter.

Compatriots do not exist.

Zhang Ji believed that all those who asked questions were unharmed in the chaos just now, so now they just want to run away, hide, and just want to go home and get their fields!

Because they felt that they encountered the current danger because they left home!

Go home, go back, as long as they return to a place they are familiar with, they will be safe!

As for the future, they never thought about it.

And those families who were really injured or died in this chaos are still immersed in sorrow...

Seeing that Zhang Ji was a little angry, Deng Li, who came back from the door, coughed quickly, took a few steps forward, and shouted: "Your Majesty has an order!" If the people who enter the pass damage their fields, after the soldiers and thieves retreat, they can make up money or farm cattle and horses! However... all compensation needs to be registered in advance! If there are any more thieves causing trouble or violating the law, all subsidies will be cancelled, and additional fines will be imposed! The originally distributed acres of land were confiscated! Just take care of yourself! 』

These Shandong residents suddenly became quiet and looked at each other. No one dared to continue making noises.

They heard familiar words.

So they know what it means...

"Mouse tail juice", these Shandong villagers actually don't understand it very well, but to explain it literally, the juice obtained from rat tail must not be good...

There are also familiar words, such as "monkey pot is conceited".

Although the Shandong villagers did not fully understand how to write these words, as soon as they heard these few syllables, they understood that the government was passing the blame again, and they had to bear the responsibility themselves. If they wanted not to bear the consequences, You have to behave "well".

Seeing such a situation, Zhang could not help but sigh slightly, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to communicate with these people. He waved his hand and asked the soldiers to come forward, maintain order, and continue registration.

These Shandong residents lined up as if the chaos just now no longer existed.

"Deng Shuzuo." ” Zhang Ji saluted Deng Li who came back.

Deng Li stepped forward and said, "Marquis Zhang Jun." 』

Zhang Ji looked at these villagers with a look of sadness in his eyes, "Shu Zuo, tell me, why is this happening?" 』

Zhang Ji originally thought that when these people arrived at Shangdang, they would be considered members of Shangdang, but...

Although this person is in Shangdang, his heart is still in Shandong. In other words, his words and deeds have not changed much, and he is still the same as Shandong.

Deng Li also sighed slightly, "That's how it was when I lived in Shandong." 』

Zhang Ji nodded and said after a moment of silence: "I have never been to Shandong... Are all the people of Shandong like this?" 』

These Shandong people made Zhang Ji feel something completely different from the people in Guanzhong and the North.

This kind of thing is not in the external appearance, but in the heart.

It's like a stone stuck over there.

"There are many rules in Shandong..." Deng Li turned around slightly and looked at the Shandong residents who were now lining up obediently. "Perhaps not all of them were like this at the beginning... It's just that over time, those who were a little bloody Most of them are dead, and the rest have become what they are now. In many cases, it is better to do less than to do more... After all, it has been nearly two hundred years since Guangwu Zhongxing..."

"So, what someone just said, let them understand the power, know the reason, repay kindness with kindness, revenge with hatred..." Zhang Ji shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Actually... they don't understand at all?" Worse than a woman? 』

"..." Deng Li was silent for a while, not knowing whether he should respond or not.

Zhang Ji bowed his hands and said, "It's okay." Thank you Shuzuo for clarifying my doubts today, and please give me more advice in the future. 』

Deng Li said he didn't dare and was modest, and then went to the registration office, and together with other small officials in Huguan, registered and assisted in investigating the villagers, and arranged various matters.

Zhang Ji looked at it with a heavy heart.

There are good and bad people in Shandong. Can the good ones be killed together because of the bad ones?

Deng Li was also from Shandong.

Is it a difference in knowledge?

Zhang Ji frowned, maybe not. Because Zhang Ji also saw some people who were obviously scholars, but they were different from Deng Li.

As a middle-level military academy, he actually doesn't have much exposure to strategic issues on weekdays, but more practical and trivial matters. He originally had some objections to General Hussar's delay in taking action against Shandong, because if he didn't take action, how could he be upgraded as a military prince?

But now he suddenly understood that there were so many problems in Shandong. What was the use of just conquering the city?

No matter how big the city is, no matter how many acres of land there are, it still needs someone to cultivate it. But for the people of Shandong like this, even if they occupy the city and get acres of land, what's the use?

This city in the hearts of the people of Shandong is deeply rooted and stubborn!

Zhang Ji now understands why Dong Zhuo was never able to stabilize the court. Of course, most of the responsibility lies with Dong Zhuo himself, but his incompatibility with the people of Shandong must also be a very important factor.

People from Guanzhong, people from Beidi, people from Shandong, and maybe people from Jiangdong in the future. These are all Han people, but they are not the same Han people.

Nowadays, it is just a place called Huguan, with only a few thousand residents. That is to say, when trouble occurs, trouble will happen. If someone incites it twice, it will become chaotic. What if it is a bigger place?

What if we encounter not a wise envoy like Jia Qu, but an unreasonable prefect?

What if there were no middle-level officials like Deng Li who understood both the rules of Guanzhong and the customs of Shandong?

If there were no military princes like Zhang Ji, how many military princes could control their emotions and not fall into violence and killing?

Zhang Ji finally understood something. He thought about why he often saw small articles on how to deal with civil affairs in the recent briefings of the Martial Arts Hall...

However, under the three-color banner of the Lord, how many people would study military newspapers as carefully as Zhang Ji, memorizing and pondering every paragraph and article? How many people are like Zhang Tian, ​​who first find some side jokes when they get the military newspaper, have fun with it, throw it away after they feel happy, and then directly curse it if they don't understand it?

The soldiers and military academies are like this, but what about the people?

Just like in front of you, could it be said that only in the land of Huguan can these Shandong residents exist?

Among the Shandong residents who came to Guanzhong and Beidi earlier, how many of them have changed, and how many of them are still the same as before?

After Zhang experienced this incident, he felt a lot of vigilance in his heart. You must know that only Huguan in Shangdang Taiyuan can be defended. And in Huguan, if there are no Shandong spies, Cao Jun will be careful?

A dozen spies of Cao Jun can disrupt hundreds of thousands of Shandong residents. If this happens at a critical moment...

Zhang Ji's eyebrows twitched. He wanted to find Jia Qu immediately and report the matter, but after thinking about it, he calmed down. He has full confidence in the defense of Huguan, but he has not thought of any good way to catch spies, especially how to remove the stubborn stones in the hearts of people in Shandong. Therefore, he cannot just report the problem, but also needs to propose a solution. approach to the problem.

There must be at least one idea...

This matter, of course, cannot be accomplished overnight, but it must be done.

Stones are piled up day by day. Obviously it is impossible to cover them all in one day or in one sentence.

I'm afraid only the best can do it.

Because there are levers that can be used to pry, and there are many levers. If one is broken, the next one will appear.

Difficulty does not mean giving up.

Just like catching a spy, it's not easy, but you must catch it...

Maybe now is an opportunity.