Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 440 Deep Thoughts in the Night

  Fei Qian sighed quietly and slowly, feeling the exhaustion like a tide spreading...

"Uncle Ye," Fei Qian put down the tea bowl, and ordered, "Go down and rest for a while, and then set off with some people to meet the soldiers of Xihe on my behalf, and then quickly bring the cavalry to join me in Yong'an , Hurry up and send troops south before dawn! We must destroy the remaining soldiers in Xiangling as soon as possible, and then transfer to the battlefield in Pingyang!"

  Huang Cheng stood up and took the order, without saying much, and went down to rest first.

"Shucheng, I'm sorry for you now. Go prepare some supplies first, and then gather a thousand infantry and the remaining Huren cavalry. When Shuye brings the Xihe cavalry to arrive, they will immediately go south to defeat the enemy under the leadership of Shuye." !Also, the food and grass brought from Pucheng is estimated to arrive tomorrow, you need to arrange it properly, and after leaving the proper rations for the people, you must prepare to join forces and go south to solve the siege of Pingyang!"

  Zhang Lie also took orders, and retreated full of fighting spirit.

  Fei Qian stayed in the lobby alone, and the night became darker and darker...

  The sudden and strong sense of loneliness, like this boundless darkness, completely engulfed Fei Qian.

  He is the loneliest, the loneliest person in the entire Han Dynasty.

   He would have been a forgotten man, forgotten name...

  When it comes to the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, I must think of Liu Caosun, I must think of Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and I must think of Zhuge Sima, Xun Yu, Guo Jia...

  In the original history, Fei Qian himself was a passer-by. This kind of feeling of confronting the whole world is really not very good.

  Fei Qian looked at those corners in the lobby that were not illuminated by the light, the lights were flickering, and the black shadows also stretched and jumped on the ground, as if there was something hiding in it and arrogantly bared its teeth and claws.

  Under the throne, the foreshadowing is full of bones.

  Under the crown, those who are suppressed are all weeping souls.

  Under the scepter, all that oozes out is dirty blood.

   Putting nothing else aside, in Shan Feiqian's memory, Cao Cao is undoubtedly wearing a huge aura, and he can be regarded as a man with a lot of aura. In the later generations, the two prime minister fans, the number of people who admire Cao Cao will definitely not be much less than Zhuge...

   But counting in Fei Qian's memory, how many people's blood will be stained on the hands of this cheap brother in the romance or history, now and in the future?

  The first to beat to death the uncle of Jian Shuo who broke the law.

  He Jin killed Zhang Rang, Duan Gui and other **** leaders during the rebellion.

   Killed Lu Boshe's family while fleeing.

  Yu Du was killed when Qingzhou soldiers were recruited.

   Conquered Yuan Shu and killed Wang Hou.

  Break Lu Bu and kill Gao Shun, Lu Bu, and Chen Gong.

   Killed Cai Hao and Zhang Yun during the Battle of Chibi.

  Give way.

  Yang Xiu.

  Hua Tuo.

  Xu You.

   Xun Yu.

  Kong Rong.

  Cui Yan.

   There are also those who don’t know their names—“a few” people in Xuzhou, and “a few” who surrendered to Yuan Shao’s army at Guandu.

   There was also the one who was killed inexplicably—the nameless attendant who was killed in the dream.

   Killed before birth—the child in Empress Dong’s belly...

  …

   Fighting for hegemony?

These two words, in later generations, after eating Shaxian noodles and drinking Coca-Cola, one can raise one's feet while belching the gas from the stomach, and then say how can a man not fight for hegemony, not fight for hegemony? Have a fart meaning?

hehe.

Fei Qian laughed at himself slightly. In fact, his original idea was very simple. He just wanted to survive in this chaotic world of the Three Kingdoms, at least not like a wild dog, but like a person. This is enough. .

  But unknowingly, it became what it is now, from one person to a group of people, from one person's life to a group of people's lives, all hanging on myself...

  Live, live like a person, and do some things you want to do by the way, is such a simple goal, no matter it is in the future or now, it seems that it is not simple.

After sitting for a while, Fei Qian stood up, walked to the pillar where the magistrate of Yong'an was once tied according to his memory, was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Brother Xu, tomorrow is the day when Baibo will be destroyed." Now, your revenge will be avenged soon..."

  Fei Qian strolled out of the lobby and looked into the distance...

  My own path is still very difficult. The difficult aspect is not only related to people, but also to the entire system...

  The taxation of the big man is definitely light and heavy. Mencius once said, "Taxation is the rule of the king", but the disease of the great man is not in the tax, but in the whole system.

"Within the four seals, is it the land of the king, and the hair that eats the soil, is it the king's ministers?" In the laws of the Han Dynasty, there is only one way of land distribution, that is, the emperor grants land to the people, or rewards the dignitaries, but at the same time , in the law of the Han Dynasty, it is also stipulated that land can be privately owned, the tiller can own the land, and the owner can use it freely or sell it freely...

Being able to sell freely means that there will inevitably be land mergers, because the tax is light, and as a powerful person, you can avoid considerable miscellaneous taxes, so the cost of merging land is very low. The more greedy they are for the land, so they try every means to occupy the land of the self-cultivating farmers regardless of their care.

In the whole Han Dynasty, the land and wealth have been scattered and gradually concentrated in the hands of the gentry and rural tyrants in various places in the past two hundred years. , Farming was originally his own field, but he had to pay more than five-tenths of the tax!

The slightly smarter gentry families knew how to use some soft policies to buy people's hearts, but many people indulged their greedy nature. Even during the entire period of Han Lingdi, when the country paid a large amount of military expenses to resist the Qianghu rebellion, they still intensified their efforts to go underground. The people collected high taxes, coincided with climate change, and the arrival of the Little Ice Age, which eventually led to a large-scale nationwide peasant uprising.

   To break this feudal system is to stand on the opposite side of the entire dynasty. How about Wang Mang? His head was chopped off, his tongue pulled out, made into a specimen, and sealed in the arsenal.

But if we continue to allow such a system, then the situation of the chaos will only be delayed, and will not be completely resolved. The internal strife caused by the land in the Central Plains will definitely drain the last of their strength. People will inevitably salivate and touch the door of the house.

  Yuan and Qing, nothing better.

   But these ideas, these contents, can we discuss and tell others?

  Huang Cheng doesn't understand, Ma Yan doesn't know, Cui Hou doesn't know, as for people like Jia Qu and Zhang Lie...

   Fei Qian shook his head, at least not now.

  No matter in the Han Dynasty or in the later generations, any matter involving the system means that the interests of many, many, many people will be touched. If it is not handled properly, it will be an endless disaster and completely submerge itself.

Now Yong'an County is destroyed by Baibo thieves, and there are still some land deeds in the county government. If you want to do something, it is the best opportunity. Once the Baibo thieves are equal, you will naturally start to resettle the people. What to do, it will inevitably be a little late...

   Difficult!

  The long night is long, Fei Qian has no intention to sleep...

   His face was not sure whether it was the original blush or the blush of drunkenness. He held the jug with one hand and grabbed his shoulder with the other and said, "Prime Minister, I like you."

   He struggled, turned his face away and said coldly, "The battle is imminent, please don't keep distracting thoughts in your mind."

   The general let go of his hand in astonishment, and the prime minister paused and turned to leave.

   The general laughed sadly, "Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Mo Xiao, how many people have fought back in ancient times."

   …

   Many years later, the prime minister stood at the gate of the city, but he never saw the old man again...

  (end of this chapter)