Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1174 No choice

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

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

  Ahem, cough, well, the above are all made up.

  However, human beings always exist between dreams and reality. They either choose dreams or reality, or continue to dream in reality, or contact reality in dreams.

  Huang Quan sat by the water in Jialing, watching the surging river, silent.

   I don't know how long it has passed, the old servant at the side looked at the sky, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Shaolang...it's time to go back..."

"Well," Huang Quan nodded, glanced at the setting sun that was about to fall into the mountains, and couldn't help muttering: "A gentleman is in service, and he doesn't know the period. The sun is not the moon, how will it be? Living in Jie, sheep and cattle are enclosed, why don't you think about it?"

  Obviously, the old servant didn't understand Huang Quan's reformed gentleman, so he just stood aside respectfully and remained silent.

   "Let's go home..." Huang Quan waved his hand and said, and then walked home first.

  The Huang family is not the largest in Langzhong, but it is not the smallest either. There is a large courtyard by the Jialing River, which is the gathering place of the Huang family. Along the river, I met many members of the Huang family along the way, and Huang Quan also greeted them one by one, with a thoughtful and stable manner, just like in the past.

  "Father..." Huang Quan entered his father's study, prostrated himself on the ground, and kowtowed, "...the child can't wake up in the morning, serve in front of him...the child is not filial..."

   "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 pattern on the mat under the table, as if the pattern in the middle of the mat had an answer.

   "The Huang family of Jingxiang and the Huang family of Brazil have the same surname, but they are not of the same origin..." Huang Quan's father said slowly, "It's okay to refuse... the prefect of Hanzhong, although he ranks two thousand, he is a puppet and has no real power..."

   "I know it too...if not..." Huang Quan said, "There are so many surnames in Langzhong, how can I be with the Huang family? My son is willing to add color to the Huang family.

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

   But you don't have a choice, do you?

  The call-up order was sent directly to Langzhong and to the front of the Huang family.

  No choice?

  What do the rest of the big households in Langzhong think?

  Zhengxi's wife's surname is Huang, everyone knows this, but now even if they apply for the job, the rest of the big households in Langzhong will think that their Huang family really has nothing to do with the Jingxiang Huang family?

  A few days ago, the constant stream of visitors came to drop by when they were bored?

  The members of the Huang clan who hadn't seen each other for many years also rushed over, showing their faces to some extent, saying that brothers and sisters cling to each other.

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

  Although Huang Quan didn't know why General Zhengxi learned of his name and sent the call-up order here, but at the moment, no matter from that point of view, he had no choice.

  The lines between the brows of Huang Quan's father 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 hands, and said, "This is a keepsake for my father and King Du Youjiu... When you go north, you might as well pay homage to it. Call for a part, just in case..."

  Father Huang said it lightly, as if the token was very simple, but Huang Quan knew that it was actually an amulet of the Huang family, but for his own sake, his father took it out and gave it to himself.

  賨人, also known as Banmanman.

Because he is both brave 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 Cong people, and there were only 3,000 Cong people who served as the charge army at that time. people, while the army of King Zhou on the opposite side is said to be 700,000...

Zongren went to battle, singing and dancing on the battlefield while killing the enemy. Perhaps he 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. This battle was called "King Wu defeated Zhou, singing before and dancing after".

Later, Liu Bang was able to rule the world, and the Cong people also contributed a lot. Later, Liu Bang rewarded the Cong people and allowed some preferential policies. Cloth can be used to pay taxes. Therefore, in the Han Dynasty, the Zi people multiplied and settled in Langzhong, and gradually prospered.

As long as such a token is held in the hand, it is equivalent to an extra foreign aid of the armed forces. When others want to move the Huang family, they must think twice, but now Huang's father directly handed over this token to Huang Quan. hand, let it go directly to use.

  Because Zhang Ze in Hanzhong suppressed the rebellion before Ban Chuman, so Ban Chuman must not be able to take refuge in Zhang Ze's place, so as to ensure his loyalty to Huang Quan.

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

   "Go..." Huang Quan's father waved his hand and said, "Since the decision has been made, let's do it... rest early, let's start tomorrow..."

   "Only..."

  Huang Quan bowed again and withdrew.

Father Huang sat behind the table, lowered his eyes, and watched Huang Quan's figure stretched extremely long under the reflection of the setting sun. Go away, and finally disappear at the door.

  ... Zhongxing Sword, naturally it is the imperial power, a great book friend...

"Master Uncle! We have no choice! We must fight, we must fight!" Ma Chao jumped and shouted, the veins on his forehead popped out, "The little thief who conquered the west, killed a certain clan brother, destroyed a certain song, this revenge If it is not reported, how will the Ma family gain a foothold?!"

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

  Damn it, you also know that you are "Ma Shi"?

  You Ma Shi is having a hard time gaining a foothold. Does it have something to do with me having half a five baht coin? Is it Lao Tzu who caused you to fail? Is it Lao Tzu who sent your clan brother to die?

   At the beginning, I persuaded you to come back together, but I didn’t want to. Well, now that I’ve suffered a disadvantage, I’m calling again. Is it because I owe you?

"Master Uncle..." Ma Chao didn't look at Han Sui's face, or pretended not to see Han Sui's face, and continued, "It's already midsummer, and autumn is about to begin! Uncle! Guan Zhongqiu is coming soon! If the little thief Zhengxi Harvest the autumn grain, take a breather, stabilize Guanzhong, and march westward in the past! How will you and I deal with ourselves then?"

  Hiding here and not moving?

   There is a fart in hiding!

  Even if you can stay in a corner, how long can you last? Use the barren Xiliang to compete with the rich Guanzhong? This **** has been contending for decades, isn't it enough?

"Ok…"

  Han Sui's brows loosened a little, does this sound like human words...

This is not just a relationship on the side of the couch, it is also Han Sui's wish for many years. Why doesn't he want to live in Guanzhong, and really change from wearing a leather robe to wearing a brocade robe. The stinky Qiang people who bathed twice, but the fragrant and tender Guanzhong, Shandong, or even Jianghuai beauties?

   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 sigh.

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

"Snatch it all, burn it all, kill it all!" Ma Chao said viciously, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, "Snatch all that can be snatched, and burn those who can't be snatched! Kill all soldiers and civilians along the way! Make it impossible for the Zhengxi thief to gain a foothold in Guanzhong!"

  Compared with Han Suilai, Ma Chao has less choice, let alone choice.

  Because of this failure and Ma Dai's death, the small voices that had been silenced in the family reappeared.

  Even those Qiang people looked at Ma Chao with some changes.

  How could this make Ma Chao bear it?

   Ma Chao urgently needs a victory to stabilize his status and prestige among the family and among the Qiang people. Apart from that, he has no choice.

  However, Han Sui still didn't let go of his brows. What Ma Chao said just now was too vague. There was no exact execution goal and no direction of attack. Such a plan did not satisfy Han Sui.

  Han Sui has already passed the age when a few empty slogans can incite his blood to boil. He needs a more practical and feasible action plan.

   "Uncle..." Ma Chao took a step forward, lowered his voice, and continued, "The little thief Zhengxi is here to transfer food to Wudu...We can do this..."

  Finally, Han Sui thought twice and agreed to Ma Chao's plan.

  Looking at Ma Chao’s farewell figure, Han Sui’s eyes flickered, and his originally puzzled expression quickly turned into anger, and then became a little indifferent...

  ………………

  Dong'e County.

   It was almost midnight, and there were some small sounds from the corner of the gate tower.

   "Uncle..."

  The sound of "uncle" was weak, like a mosquito buzzing in the ear, and if you don't pay attention, you will miss it.

   "You child, are you hungry again?" In the darkness, an old voice replied, "There is nothing to eat... bear with it, go to sleep... you won't be hungry after you sleep..."

   "Oh..." The young voice responded in a low voice, and tried to curl up a little smaller, so that the hunger would subside a little.

   There are still two months before autumn. Normally, it should be the time to wait and look forward to the harvest, but in the hearts of Dong'e people, not only is there no joy of harvest, there is only endless fear...

  In the cultivated fields outside the city, even half a grain of grain could not be found.

  Even the hungry farmers are reluctant to kill when the grain is about to mature, but the locusts don't care. The locusts all over the sky flew from the western sky, covering the sky and the sun, like a movable curtain covering the sky and the sun, covering the sky of Dong'e County.

  The grass is bald.

  The leaves are gone.

  All the arable land, only less than an inch long grass roots...

  The locusts ate everything that humans could eat, and there was nothing left.

  The locusts were full, or probably had nothing to eat, so they continued to fly eastward, leaving Dong'e with endless worries and fears.

  What will happen next?

  One stone of rice has been sold for five or six hundred thousand dollars in the market, and there is still no market for the price, so there is not much quantity at all. In the past few years, a stone of rice was two or three hundred yuan.

  Between the sky and the earth, everything is indissoluble dark, like human blood has been exposed to the outside for a long time, turning into that kind of red and black color.

   Above the wilderness, a light flickered for a while, and then a line of queues slowly appeared, heading towards Dong'e County...

   "The rat-catching team is back..." The soldiers on duty shouted loudly, "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 the order of the county magistrate Cheng Yu. Five days ago, the county magistrate ordered that soldiers be dispatched to hunt rats in the barren mountains and fields outside the city...

   "Uncle... the mouse hunting team is back..." The half-child couldn't fall asleep at all, and when he heard the sound, he quickly lay on top of the battlements, and said while watching, "...the smell of blood is so strong..."

   "Come back! Don't look..." the old voice called.

The half-grown man didn't move, "...I heard people say that when I went to hunt rats outside the city yesterday, a senior officer and five soldiers were killed by rats... Uncle, why are wild rats so powerful... Also, listen Said that the county magistrate is recruiting members of the rat-catching team again..."

  The old man couldn't help but improve a bit: "Get back! Shi Danzi, get back!"

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

"...Your father died early..." The old man said with a sigh, "...I don't have the money to marry a wife, so I treat you as my own... These years, I haven't been able to make a name for myself... It's because of you, Follow those who are starving and freezing together..."

   "Hey, uncle, what are you talking about..." Shidan said, "Didn't uncle take good care of me..."

   "Shidan, listen to your uncle..." The old man held Shidan's arm tightly and said, "No matter when, don't go to the rat hunting team! Don't even look at it!"

   "Why?" Shi Dan opened his eyes wide, looking at the old man with clear eyes.

   "No reason!" The old man couldn't help but increase his strength, "If you are told not to go, don't go! Don't even look at it!"

   "...Oh... I see..." Although Shi Dan felt puzzled, he agreed first, "...But, uncle, I heard that the rat-hunting team eats rat meat..."

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

   "Uncle! What are you doing!"

"Shidan..." The old man held onto Shidan's arm tightly, with boundless fear and sorrow in his eyes, "If you recognize me as an uncle, just listen to what my uncle said... If you want to be a person...you can't eat it This rat meat, if you eat it, you will no longer be a human, but a ghost, a ghost..."

  (end of this chapter)