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.
During 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 on the 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 was formed.
However, it is still risky to conduct transactions in such a market. Of course, there is no problem within Wancheng, but outside Wancheng, going a little more remote, often due to insufficient government control, all kinds of smuggling and robbery occur.
Looting has always been prevalent and has been banned repeatedly.
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 gradually getting hotter. 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 were now sparse and deserted. Even the official roads were in disrepair.
A desolate scene.
There are not many pedestrians on the road, most of them are nobles, merchants, and a large number of guards carrying weapons. Of course, there are also individual lone rangers, but they are not as bold and bold as those in later movies and TV shows. Even the children of the nobles are very nervous when marching on the way.
Most of them have rustic and worn-out clothes, and their beards and hair are messy and dirty, but the only thing that shines is their weapons.
It's like holding a gun in the Rice Instant Reduction Kingdom. You can use it, but you can't live 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, more often than not, it is regarded as a lower-middle-class word.
After all, from the beginning, he was a "chivalrous person who used martial arts to break the law." And the so-called heroic person who "serves the country and the people" is actually similar to Ye Gong. It is a beautiful wish. If it really comes true, it will not be so beautiful.
After all, if knights are allowed to serve the country and the people, where are the people who are supposed to serve the country and the people? If knights are allowed to uphold justice, what have the institutions that are supposed to uphold justice done? Therefore, the greater the knight's deeds, the more
Justice can only explain one thing...
Just like in later generations, when something happens and the normal process cannot be carried out, reporters and media are invited. After a large number of exposures, many difficult things suddenly become easier 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 the 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 footmen, if they are not guilty, they should be killed. If it were someone else, they would be more or less 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, bandits and road bandits are simply
There are so many of them, if someone who doesn’t know what they are doing dives in, they may be eaten without even the 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, becoming 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 competition 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"...
Huh? Why not "do justice for heaven"? Haha, that's impossible. After all, such a slogan is almost equivalent to rebelling. Although rebellion is not a big deal now, it is not something that can be shouted casually.
Because the village was unexpectedly rich and well-off, so for a period of time, almost every day, every moment, there were many scattered rangers, accompanied by gangsters, who came to look for opportunities. Among these people, many were among the Yellow Turbans.
The remnants of Zhang Jiao's men who were defeated in the chaos, as well as the fleeing soldiers of the princes from various places, etc., anyway, all kinds of desperadoes are constantly gathering.
The strange thing is that the surrounding princes seem not to have noticed 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 silt, there are still many swamps. It would be somewhat troublesome to enter?
Anyway, no matter Liu Biao, Cao Cao, or Sun Quan, they were like a three-nothing zone, and they didn't take any action. Under such circumstances, unknowingly, it became a situation where no three parties dared to move, and the reputation of the copycat became more and more popular.
Loud, many struggling wanderers and wandering gangs 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, making people look intimidated. 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, and chewed in his mouth.
The bloody scars pulsed.
"How do I know the master's arrangements? However, considering the time, it only takes a month or two..." The young man was obviously uncomfortable being stared at, so he added.
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 hummed 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 bent down to salute.
, Lei Bo returned the favor with a grin, and seemed not to have the gloomy look in the hut just now.
All the way up is the back mountain, and gradually there are fewer people.
The setting sun set from the edge of Yunmengze, reflecting the shimmering water and turning it 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 gloom on his face rolled again, and he couldn't help but gently touch the scar on his face.
The scar is huge.
The wound must have been deep at that time.
"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 to do it, brother, and I didn't have a choice... It's coming 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, "My lord! Xun will definitely 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, I had 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...Thanks to my father-in-law's hard work these years..."
"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, "Jing and Xiang are also hard to unite... If someone is not well-off, Cai 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! Xunda will definitely live up to my lord's trust!" Fu Xun said firmly.
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 he was 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 on to 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 you do it?" Cai Hao handed the bamboo tube over.
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 Hao nodded and said, "Then do it..."
"Wait!" Fu Xun stretched out his hand, "General Cai! Take this step, but you can't look back!"
The corner of Cai Mao's mouth cracked, revealing two white teeth, "Could it be that your father-in-law still thinks that you 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 career, how could they compare to a small place like Jingxiang..." At the end of his laughter, he was a little hoarse.
"Now we can only save ourselves!" Cai Mao placed the small bamboo tube in front of Fu Xun again, "If the father-in-law doesn't want to, I just won't look at it! It's just... where Jingxiang is, there are millions of people, and it may happen in the blink of an eye."
Life is in ruins!』
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 shepherd 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 our country and our people! Thousands of households in Jingxiang live or die, just because of a common 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 stooped 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 dots of round spots surrounding it.
"..." 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 and 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 been pastoring Jingzhou. Since the autonomy, I have followed discipline and law, 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 and straight into his heart!
After a while, Cai Hao took control, rerolled the silk cloth, and put it into the small bamboo tube. Then he watched with his own eyes the old man with the white beard carefully melted some fire paint with a tool, and then slowly folded the small bamboo tube into the small bamboo tube.
Re-seal 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 steady 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 is gone.
"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!"
