Chapter 3 Disaster in Qingzhou, Zheng Pingce discusses the Yellow Turbans

Author: Shenwen Benshen

Chapter 3 Disaster in Qingzhou, Zheng Pingce discusses the Yellow Turbans

Liu Bei looked at Zheng Ping, who was walking away, and couldn't help but sigh: "He is actually the son of Mr. Kangcheng of Beihai. He is truly an extraordinary person!"

At this time, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei followed.

"Brother, why did Captain Zheng leave?" Guan Yu narrowed his red eyes and was quite confused.

"Mr. Zheng's matter will be discussed later!" Liu Bei calmed down slightly: "This time we were ambushed by the Yellow Turban thieves. There must be traitors and collaborators."

Although they were confused as to how "Captain Zheng" became "Mr. Zheng", Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were too sensible to ask any further questions.

The traitor's collaboration with the enemy made Guan Yu and Zhang Fei very angry.

Guan Yu's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Brother is right, this time we were going to surprise the Yellow Turbans' camp, but we were ambushed by the Yellow Turbans. How could the Yellow Turbans deploy in advance without a traitor to inform us?"

Zhang Fei was furious: "I think so too! No wonder the previous county captains are dead. I bet there is something fishy in this."

Liu Bei closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then said: "Chang Yun, go to Pingyuan in person and inform Prime Minister Chen about this matter. In addition, ask Prime Minister Chen about one more person."

Guan Yu nodded: "Who do you want to ask about, brother?"

Liu Bei looked towards the direction Zheng Ping was leaving and said in a solemn tone: "Zheng Ping, the son of Zheng Xuan in Beihai!"

the other side.

After Zheng Ping bid farewell to Liu Bei, he continued his journey back to Gaomi County.

After meeting Liu Bei by chance today, and seeing Liu Bei's machinations, ways of dealing with people, and his current ambitions, the blood in Zheng Ping's heart gradually boiled again.

Liu Bei is definitely one of the great men in the world.

Starting from a humble beginning, his life was shaky. Under the dual pressure of Cao Cao's dominance of the sky and Sun Quan's dominance of the territory, he forcibly created a three-thirds of the country and the country, which lasted for forty-three years in the Han Dynasty.

Like most scholars, Zheng Ping initially focused on Yuan Shao, Cao Cao and other ministers.

It's not that Zheng Ping doesn't know the historical records, but Zheng Ping still harbors the idea that the historical records may be different from the world he traveled through.

After all, history books can only be used as a reference, and you cannot be paranoid about believing that they are true.

If we can assist the strongest, it will be faster to end the troubled times.

Just like at the end of the Western Han Dynasty, Liu Xiu stood out. He started from scratch at the age of twenty-eight, proclaimed himself emperor at the age of thirty-one and established the Eastern Han Dynasty. It took him eleven years to bring peace to the world and end the troubled times.

Therefore, when Zheng Ping was sixteen years old, he traveled to various states and counties to get to know all the great talents in the world.

If you read less than ten thousand books, you should travel thousands of miles.

Hearsay may be false, only seeing and hearing for yourself can determine the truth.

But the result chilled Zheng Ping.

As recorded in history books, the indecisive Yuan Shao, the suspicious Cao Cao, and the unprepared Sun Jian

None of them met Zheng Ping’s requirements for the Ming Lord!

As for Liu Bei...

Although Liu Bei met Zheng Ping's requirements for the Ming Dynasty, his fate was unfortunate and his future was uncertain.

Therefore, Zheng Ping did not consider Liu Bei at first.

Even when Liu Bei wanted to seek talents, Zheng Ping did not answer immediately, but gave Liu Bei a lower limit for seeking talents.

County captains are not qualified to seek talents.

If you want to seek talents, you must be at least the county magistrate level.

And it has to be the county magistrate, not the county magistrate!

When a county reaches ten thousand households, its chief will be called an orderer, while those who are dissatisfied will be called a chief.

With the household registration and fields in Gaotang County, and careful management, it is possible to create an elite army of a thousand people.

This is Zheng Ping's minimum requirement.

If you want to rule the roost in these troubled times, you can only use your wings to take charge of the military and political affairs of a county.

If you are displaced, you can only take shelter as a guest general or a pseudo-officer in various states, counties, and pastoral guards, and it will be difficult to gain momentum.

From Gaotang to Gaomi, Zheng Ping returned to his former home without any danger.

When he learned that his second son, who had been traveling for four years, had returned safely, Zheng Xuan, who had always been calm, no longer felt as peaceful as he was reading.

"Tell me, will there be any gains along the way?"

Zheng Xuan is thirty-three years old this year. Although his temples are gray and covered with traces of time, he has a strong figure and a strong spirit.

Thousands of words turned into a simple inquiry about Zheng Ping's trip the moment he saw Zheng Ping.

Although the words are simple, they contain the deep affection of a loving father.

Zheng Ping smiled and replied: "Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, get rid of the dust and turbidity in your chest, and naturally camp in the hills and valleys."

Zheng Xuan stroked his beautiful beard and said happily: "There is a saying in "Laozi": when it is dense, it is like simplicity, when it is open, it is like a valley. After four years of hard work, it shows its sharpness and restraint, and it is more like the ancient sages."

"When you come back this time, you will stay at home and study the scriptures with your brother."

"In three more years, I can promote Xiaolian."

"It's time to consider your marriage."

"Kong Wenju of Beihai had a daughter who had reached the age of hairpins. She was well versed in books and courtesies, and she was quite virtuous. If she had any plans, her father would find someone to act as a matchmaker."

At the age of haircut... started in three years...

Zheng Ping shuddered subconsciously and said calmly:

"Father, whether it is studying the scriptures with my brother or getting married, they are not temporary considerations."

"There is going to be disaster in Qingzhou, and father must prepare early."

Zheng Xuan was stunned: "Qingzhou is prosperous, the army and revolutionaries are popular, and Jiao Shijun is also a famous official here, how could this misfortune come about?"

Zheng Ping shook his head gently: "Jiao He likes to establish a false reputation and talk eloquently. He may have some talents in reciting poems, composing poems, and annotating poems, but it is Qingzhou's misfortune to have to pastor and guard Qingzhou."

Seeing Zheng Ping directly calling Jiao He by name and speaking contemptuously towards Jiao He, Zheng Xuan quickly reminded: "You can't mention this in front of outsiders," he said. "The Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou are not a temporary problem. It will take time for Jiao Governor to wipe out the Yellow Turbans." "

"Father, you are too optimistic!" Zheng Ping said with focus and contempt: "On my way back, I encountered the Yellow Turbans plundering the city many times. But there are few officers and soldiers in the counties who can fight against the thieves."

"There were even county officials who colluded with the Yellow Turban thieves to eliminate dissidents and rob and kill passing merchants."

"As the governor, Jiao He has the power to supervise the officials of counties and counties, but the rewards and punishments are unclear. He believes in witches and blessings, and he has to ask the witches and blessings to make decisions on military and political matters."

"It's so ridiculous!"

"There has been very little rain in Qingzhou this year. If the drought continues, we can almost predict how miserable this year's autumn harvest will be!"

"The people have no food to save, and the government collects taxes. What happened in Zhangjiao in the past may happen again in Qingzhou!"

Zhang Jiao’s old story?

Yellow Turbans again?

Zheng Xuan shook his head and chuckled: "Xian Ming, are your assertions a bit exaggerated? Although Qingzhou is not very peaceful, it will not cause the old incident in Zhangjiao!"

Although he knew that there were Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou, Zheng Xuan always believed that the Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou were just the remnants of the Zhangjiao Yellow Turban Rebellion in the past. Zheng Xuan could not believe Zheng Ping's assertion.

Zheng Ping calmed down and said: "Father, you focus on writing books and establishing theories, and rarely find out anything about the world, so it is hard to believe it. But does father know that there is already a Yellow Turban 'Slaughter City' in Qingzhou?"

Slaughter City~

Zheng Xuan's smile stopped abruptly.
Chapter completed!