Chapter 2250 Give more voices and give more benefits
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The heated Ni Heng incident seems to have come to a halt.
No one is looking for trouble for Mi Heng.
Since Cao Cao did not express any intention to find Mi Heng, others would not go out of their way to go against Mi Heng.
Especially now, even those other Cao clan, Xiahou clan, and people from Yingchuan in Yuzhou who were scolded by Mi Heng would not make any move...
For a big shot, perhaps every look in his eyes and every subtle expression on his face will become the object of speculation by others, and it is not uncommon for him to make people live or die with one word.
Just like what Cao Cao said to Ni Heng, "I wanted to humiliate Heng, but Heng humiliated me instead."
On the surface, it looks like Cao Cao used self-deprecation to resolve his own embarrassment, but in fact, Cao Cao used this method to get rid of the suspicion that might be pointed at Cao Cao himself, and at the same time, it also gave Mi Heng a glimmer of hope...
Mi Heng will not die for the time being.
Because Cao Cao, the person in charge, is not angry, or on the surface he does not seem to be angry, so who else is qualified to be angry on Cao Cao's behalf?
But it doesn’t mean that Cao Cao will let Ni Heng continue to show off in Yecheng...
"After a few days," Cao Cao said slowly, "send him to the hussar."
Although Cao Cao spared Mi Heng from death, he did not want to see Mi Heng again.
Cao Cao felt he couldn't bear a guy like Mi Heng, so he might as well give it to Fei Qian.
Just like Cao Cao gave Mi Heng to Liu Biao in history...
Naturally, no one objects to this matter.
"Ming Gong..." Guo Jia pinched his beard and said slowly, "Looking at this matter, now we might as well ask Ziyang to come to Yecheng..."
"Tiao Ziyang is coming?" Cao Cao didn't react for a moment and asked, "Why?"
"The land of Qinglun must not fall into the hands of others..." Guo Jia said, "In Chang'an, there is Shuijing Sima, and there is the Zheng family, a great scholar. If you want the wind, you will be in the wind, and if you want to be calm, you will be calm.
But now Yecheng is turbulent and there is no one to take control of it. How wrong it is..."
"After all, I am busy with government affairs, so I may not have time to discuss it clearly here... I, hehe, I am dull by nature and lazy..." Guo Jia smiled and continued, "Therefore... Ziyang is more suitable... after all.
How can you allow others to play with you as a mouthpiece in the court?"
"Haha..." Cao Cao also smiled, "You may not be stupid, but you may be lazy... but what you said... does make some sense..."
This time the Mi Heng incident exposed a shortcoming of Cao Cao's political group in this regard.
In ancient China, although there is no such thing as self-media, it is not uncommon for people to make a living by similar means...
As early as the pre-Qin Dynasty, China's cultural consumption had begun to take shape. By the Qin and Han Dynasties, it was no longer difficult to rely on creative ability to make a living. People who could write were easy to get along with in the Han Dynasty. The emergence and rise of "Han Fu" is a proof.
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Since the beginning of the Han Dynasty, literature has been valued. The imperial court often recruited "pen holders" from the people, and the outstanding ones were given official posts. In the "Book of Han·Biography of Wang Bao", Wang Bao was so outstanding in literary talent that after hearing about it, Liu Xun, Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty,
He was recruited to the capital and often brought him and Zhang Ziqiao with him. "Fortunately, the palaces and palaces often praise him." However, the article was not written in vain. Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty would reward him according to the quality of the article, which is the so-called "the first one".
The superiors and inferiors will be given silk by difference."
After that, the reward model became popular and became an important source of income for ancient creators.
Later, "writing soft articles" was derived.
Of course, in ancient China, there was no special term for "soft articles".
For example, Sima Xiangru's "Ode to Changmen".
Sima Xiangru himself did not avoid this matter. He truthfully explained it in the preface: "Emperor Xiaowu, Empress Chen, was lucky at that time, but she was quite jealous. She was not in Changmen Palace, feeling depressed and sad. I heard that Sima Xiangru, from Chengdu, Shu County, was working all over the world.
For the text, I offered a hundred catties of gold to Xiangru, and Wenjun took wine for the words to relieve my sorrow. And Xiangru wrote the text to understand the Lord, and Empress Chen regained her closeness."
However, no matter whether it is a royal literati or a rich man who buys gifts, he is not allowed to talk nonsense.
People like Mi Heng, who was chattering and messing around, also revealed that Cao Cao's control over the cultural circles in Yecheng was too weak...
This is very problematic.
Chen Lin is a relatively good writer, but the problem is that Chen Lin's background is not good, and she is getting older now, so she is not sure when she will be confused again.
If a political power has even the place where others can speak, and only the voices of others can be heard, so that all ordinary people have access to are what others want the people to see and hear, then over time, this political power will naturally become
It will change shape...
Cao Cao nodded, "Zi Yang...this matter..."
Guo Jia could see that Cao Cao still had some concerns.
In this aspect, Cao Cao is really inferior to Fei Qian.
Cao Cao did have strong control over the military and family, and he had certain advantages, but what about literature...
"When Ziyang comes, he can build a school in Yecheng..." Guo Jia said slowly, "It's like a place for hussars to recruit children from all families and ethnic groups to enroll, and then preach the principles of loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, etiquette, justice and integrity...
…Modify some people from Yuzhou and Jingxiang…”
At least, we cannot let there be only one voice here in Jizhou.
Cao Cao thought for a long time and finally nodded. Although Liu Ye was not the most ideal candidate in Cao Cao's mind, at the moment he could only use it first.
For Cao Cao, the most reassuring person is of course the Cao family or the Xiahou family, but the problem is that whether it is the Cao family or the Xiahou family, they are pretty good at wielding swords and guns, but it is somewhat difficult to dance with words.
Well, it is said that the boy in the family seems to be good at scriptures and poetry. Do you want to bring him to Yecheng together?
Can it be considered as a companion for Pi'er?
……(?′?`?)……
In the desert.
From a place in the grass, some small voices were heard.
"It's Ding Ling..."
"What are they doing here?"
"I don't know. Let's go back and report to the general..."
On the grass slope, some grass leaves seemed to be moving, as if they were blown by the wind.
In the distance, a Ding Lingtou man seemed to notice something. He turned his head and looked slowly over...
"Headman!"
Ding Lingtou withdrew his gaze, then turned to look at the approaching tribesmen, "What's going on?"
"Two more sons are dead..." said the tribesman, "They are all from the Kama family..."
"This damn curse!" Ding Lingtou said angrily, "Damn Xianbei dog!"
The Ding Ling clansman was silent for a while, and then said: "Headman, there is something I have always wanted to ask..."
"You said..." Ding Lingtou said.
"Why are we here?" the tribesman asked, "Are there any Xianbei people here?"
"Maybe." Ding Ling's leader replied.
"Maybe?" the tribesman said, "Then..."
Ding Lingtou said: "The great wizard said that blood is needed to break the curse... right? Did the great wizard say whose blood it must be? I remember that the commander-in-chief said at that time, it was either our own or the enemy's... It seems like
It didn’t say it had to be Xianbei...right?」
The tribesman hesitated and thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Of course, I also know that it is the blood of the Xianbei people, so it must be the best," said Ding Lingtou, "but the problem is that so many people have gone to the south, how many can we grab by then? Let's share it, I'm afraid everyone will eat it.
I’m not full…』
The tribesmen were a little stunned, but still said with some doubts, "But... just in case..."
"It doesn't matter, this place originally belonged to Xianbei... and there are some Xianbei people..." Ding Lingtou said, "When there are lambs to eat... wouldn't it be better?"
"So...chief man, how far will it go?" the tribesman asked.
"It's not far away. I remember that there is a Green Paozi in more than a hundred miles away... Then you can find them..." Ding Lingtou said, "I remember... they call themselves Rouran...
…』
……(O_o)??……
Near Yuyang.
Xianbei camp.
"Are the Wuhuan people here?"
Even when Kirby is squatting, he still looks like a black bear, full of intimidation.
"That's right, King Xianbei..." Gongsun Du's general Liu Yi nodded and said, "There is a river here. We will be on this side of the river bank, and the Wuhuan people will be on the other side..."
Liu Yi smiled and pointed at the map, "When the time comes we will attract the attention of the Wuhuan people, and then the king can go around the river first, and then from here..."
Liu Yi made a gesture and then laughed.
Kirby Neng did not laugh, but stared at Liu Yi.
The other Xianbei people didn't laugh either, and stared at Liu Yi.
After Liu Yi laughed for a moment, he coughed twice awkwardly, "Ahem... Well, King Xianbei, what's wrong with you...?"
"Fight, let's fight..." Kirby stared at Liu Yi and said, "Benefit, what benefit do we have?"
Liu Yi chuckled, "If we defeat it, it will be beneficial. Then things will be divided in half!"
"The fight, all of us are going to fight, and then you stand and watch from the other side of the river?" Kirby could say, "And then you want us to give you half of the spoils?"
Kirby was able to open his mouth, and there were still some shreds of meat hanging from his yellow and black teeth, which was from yesterday or today. "Do you think we are all fools? Or are you fools who think we can be fooled?"
"Huh?!" Liu Yi suddenly didn't know how to answer.
"Go away!" Kirby could roar, "Go back and tell your general! If you don't give me any benefits, don't fart!"
"You...hum!" The muscles on Liu Yi's face twisted a few times, and finally he waved his hands angrily and left.
Liu Yi and others returned to Yuyang amidst bursts of laughter from the Xianbei people, and then told Gongsun Du what had happened.
"These bastards!" Gongsun Kang on the side was furious, "What more benefits do you need?! The Xianbei people in Yuyang didn't help at all when they attacked the Yuyang people. Now they are asked to attack the Wuhuan people, and they dare to come and ask for any benefits! It's just like
Shameless!』
Liu Yi said: "Young Master is right, these Xianbei people are so shameless!"
Gongsundu waved his hand and said: "You can't say that... Xianbei... is like a pack of wolves. If you want the wolves to run with you, of course you have to give some bait... What's more, I guess Kirby still has feelings for us."
Being wary is to test our attitude towards him... If we don't give at all, it won't work, but if we give too much, it won't work either..."
Liu Yi said again: "My lord is right, these Xianbei people are really troublesome!"
Gongsun Kang immediately fixed his gaze on Liu Yi, and then Gongsun Du also glanced over, causing Liu Yi to twist twice uncomfortably, "This... Lord, Young Lord, then I still want to give a little? Then give it."
what?"
Gongsun Du turned around and asked Gongsun Kangdao: "What do you think should be given?"
Gongsun Kang thought for a while and said: "I can't give you salt or iron, nor can I give you food or grass. I'll just give you some earthen jars, clothes, etc."
Gongsun Du turned to Liu Yi and asked, "What about you? What do you think?"
Liu Yi subconsciously wanted to say, "Young Master is right," but when the words came to his lips, he remembered what happened just now, and said quickly: "I think what the Young Master said makes sense, but I still have to make up my mind, Master."
...』
"Hmph..." Gongsun Du snorted lukewarmly, and then looked at Gongsun Kang, "What you said... is half right and half wrong... Is this salt and iron, of course the top priority?
You can’t give it away easily, but if you don’t give salt, iron, and food, if it were you in Kirby’s place, would you feel happy?”
Gongsun Kang frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "No, although clothes and the like are useful, they obviously cannot be compared with salt, iron, food and grass..."
"That's it... Since we want to show our sincerity, we might as well give some... give some to everyone, not too much, and give some gold, silver and jewelry... just for Kirby alone..." Gongsun
Du said slowly, "What's more...hehe, when the time comes, hehe..."
……o((⊙﹏⊙))o.……
A few days later.
Nameless river.
On this side is the camp of Gongsun's army, and on the other side separated by a river from Gongsun's camp is the camp of King Wuhuan Youxian.
There is a stone bridge in the middle of the river that runs roughly in the north-south direction, and both sides have sent soldiers to guard it.
The river is turbulent in late spring, and it is not easy for anyone to swim without taking the stone bridge. This river is like a boundary river, providing a buffer zone for both sides.
The interview between the two parties seemed to be going very smoothly, and some differences were gradually reached an agreement through constant communication between the two parties. Seeing that the signing of the covenant was getting closer, Wuhuan Youxian Wang Nanlou naturally relaxed a little.
One breath.
But today, something seemed unusual.
Especially at dusk, the abnormal phenomena become more and more obvious.
The war horses behind the tent became a little dishonest. They always held their heads high or jumped up and down, appearing restless, which also made Nanlou feel a little irritable.
But when he saw the Gongsun camp on the other side of the river was quiet and quiet, with smoke curling up into the sky, showing a tranquil scene, Nanlou felt that maybe he was too nervous. After all, spring was here, and it was the time for all things to mate.
It is common for the war horses to become a little restless during the season.
The sun sets and everything gradually falls into darkness.
Tomorrow is the day to make a covenant, maybe everything will form an answer tomorrow.
Nanlou fell asleep, but he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. He heard a vague roar in the dark night. It was vague, looming, and not very real. Then the sound became clearer and clearer.
Big, from far to near, like rolling thunder on the desert in summer, rushing from the horizon to your eyes.
Nanlou's expression suddenly changed, and he opened his mouth and screamed: "Surprise attack, enemy attack..."
His voice was hoarse and panicked, with an inexplicable fear.
Almost all the Wuhuan soldiers looked towards the other side of the river, but the Gongsun barracks on the other side was quiet, and there seemed to be no flickering lights...
"It's not over there!" Nanlou shouted, pointing to the north, "It's the north!"
The Wuhuan people then focused their attention on the north, but it was already too late.
Amidst the thundering sound of horse hooves, shouts full of fear came from the north, and then more sounds rose into the sky, instantly filling the entire Wuhuan camp.
Nanlou, who rushed out of the tent, felt cold all over his body, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness. He was unprepared to be attacked by the enemy. Even the infantry camp was uncomfortable, let alone the Wuhuan camp, which was originally relatively loose.
?
Because the other side of the river was the Gongsun camp, most of the Wuhuan people were focused on the opposite side. In addition, they saw that the peace talks were about to succeed and the two sides were about to make an alliance. How could they know that everything would turn around in an instant and they would suddenly receive an attack?
When the attack came, most of the Wuhuan people were sleeping, and the scouts they sent out were either due to negligence or were pulled out by the enemy. As a result, Nanlou did not receive the early warning at all. As a result, even Nanlou's loud orders were
People were asked to fight back, but the entire camp was still in chaos. Whether it was on the front line that was attacked or the camp to the south, which was relatively far back, it was a mess.
The sky is dark. It is the darkest period before dawn. Without the light of torches, almost nothing can be seen, which makes it even more difficult for the Wuhuan people to organize a counterattack.
Nanlou sent messengers, but the camp was extremely chaotic, with hundreds of people running around. Nanlou's messengers rode horses and rushed around in the crowd, but could not find the corresponding person.
Among the chaotic crowd, it was difficult to even distinguish the southeast from the northwest, let alone the notification in place for the tribe leaders under Nanlou to organize troops to resist.
Everything goes too fast...
Nanlou kept issuing orders, but he watched helplessly as his camp became more and more chaotic, like a pot of boiling blood porridge, spewing out everywhere!
The Wuhuan people were running around without order. Even when individual tribes just started to gather, they were crushed to death by the Wuhuan people running around...
"King! My king! We can't stop it, retreat!" Several leaders who saw Nanlou's flag in the light of fire arrived and shouted anxiously, "I can't control it! I can't control it! I
Everyone is gone..."
In fact, at this moment, there were not many people attacking from the north, but in the Wuhuan camp, almost everyone was shouting crazily and running in all directions. Countless Wuhuan people were involuntarily and carelessly.
The destination fled into the boundless darkness. Even though there were a few leaders holding torches shouting something, they were immediately swept away by the chaotic crowd and rushed away.
Nanlou looked at the Wuhuan people who were bombing the camp, his face pale. At this moment, no matter how many more mouths he opened, no matter how many more hands he had, there was no way to save the day. He was like a wild wolf in desperate situation, facing the darkness,
