At this time, outside Luoyang City, deep in a military camp, several torches were lit in a large tent, making crackling sounds.
A fire was raised in the big tent for heating. A big man was sitting next to the small fire, roasting a few yams on the fire with twigs.
The curtain of the big tent was lifted, and two people walked in.
The big man roasting yams looked up and waved with a smile: "Come on, Bo Ping, Wen Yuan, you're just in time, the yams are almost ready."
Zhang Liao also chuckled, "It's better to stay here, Master Lu. It's not only warm but also has food."
Gao Shun crossed his hands and bowed solemnly: "I've seen Mr. Lu's book."
Lu Bu pulled two Hu stools from behind, put them aside casually, and asked Zhang Liao and Gao Shun to sit down, "No need to be polite, just sit down. Hey, I still think these Hu stools are good. I have been kneeling all day long since I came to Luoyang."
My knees hurt from sitting and kneeling, I really don’t know how these people can get used to it?”
Zhang Liao laughed, took the roasted yam from Lu Bu's hand, and twirled it on the flames without answering.
However, Gao Shun nodded and said, "Kneeling down is etiquette. Master Lu should get used to it as soon as possible."
Lu Bu snorted, shook his head and said, "I'm just a rough guy, why am I so used to etiquette? By the way, Wen Yuan, you two were patrolling the camp just now, how are the boys in the camp now?"
Zhang Liao shook his head, took back the yam in his hand, put it under his nose and smelled it. It seemed that it was not ripe, so he put it back on the fire and turned it around. He said: "They are not very good. The weather is getting colder and some of the disciples are short of clothes.
I have asked people to prepare more firewood to keep out the cold, but the key is that there is not enough food and grass..."
"Wen Yuan and I made an estimate. It will take at least fifteen days and at most twenty days. If there is no new supply, we will run out of food." Gao Shun took over Zhang Liao's words, looked at Lu Bu hopefully and said: "Master Secretary,
Is the governor’s supply of food and grass available?”
Lu Bu shook his head silently.
Zhang Liao lowered his head and sighed.
Gao Shun was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Two days ago outside the camp, I met some fellow villagers who went south. I went to ask about the situation in my hometown, but they scolded me."
Lu Bu and Zhang Liao were both a little surprised and quickly asked why Gao Shun was scolded.
Gao Shun picked up a branch and passed it through the fire, raising the flames higher, and said in a deep voice: "We withdrew, but Xianbei went south early this year..."
Lu Bu's eyebrows rose: "Hu Nu is so brave! I'll kill him when I get back -"
Zhang Liao was a little happy when he heard this and asked: "So we are going back? When will we leave?"
"Uh-" Lu Bu was like a punctured balloon, his momentum suddenly deflated, "No, I haven't received the order yet..."
Gao Shun said: "To be honest, some disciples in the camp still don't know why we evacuated Bingzhou, and some are asking me who will guard the border for us after we evacuate. I don't know what to do."
how to answer."
"Yes," Zhang Liao also said, "Originally we came here to clear out the eunuchs who were disrupting the government. Now the eunuchs have been beheaded, but we still haven't started to do anything..."
Zhang Liao did not continue, because it was difficult to explain why he did not leave. After all, it involved his boss's boss, and it was still inconvenient for a junior officer like Zhang Liao to discuss it.
Lu Bu scratched his head, "I just asked Governor Ding the day before yesterday, and Governor Ding asked me to wait patiently. He said that even if I want to go back, I need to collect some food and grass before I can go back."
Zhang Liao looked at Lu Bu, didn't say anything, and continued to roast the potatoes. He sighed in his heart, his boss Lu, sometimes just lacks strength in his head and can't turn around. This Ding Yuan is obviously an excuse, you...
Chief Lu didn't realize it - the presence of local troops in the central government was inconsistent with the military system. Even if there were thousands of reasons, there was no reason to stay in the central government for a long time. Nowadays, as long as Ding Yuan says he wants to go back
, it is estimated that even if the imperial court tries to sell iron, it will probably gather the food and grass for Ding Yuan's return journey first. How could it be possible that it seems to be difficult to prepare?
It’s not that there is no food and grass now, it’s that Governor Ding Yuan hasn’t reaped enough benefits yet——
Just when Gao Shung was about to open his mouth to speak, Zhang Liao secretly stepped on his foot. He immediately realized and kept silent.
Lu Bu frowned and didn't notice Zhang Liao's little movements. He just felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, but he didn't know what was wrong.
"It should be roasted!" Zhang Liao divided the roasted yam into one piece each, blew on it, and carefully peeled away the burnt skin, and immediately the aroma of the yam came out.
Lu Bu blew away the dust from the potato, stirred it a few times, tore off the skin, took a bite, and blew out the hot potato in his mouth. He said with slurred lips and teeth: "Huh... Wenyuan is still... hiss... the craftsmanship is better...
…fragrant……"
Lu Bu is actually just a pure warrior at this moment. Although he has an official position and holds the title of chief register, clerical matters are still handed over to military clerks. He is mostly engaged in training and commanding troops.
Ding Yuan discovered him when he arrived in Bingzhou and asked him to lead troops to fight against the Xianbei Hu people. He was very happy and attentive, because after all, Bingzhou was his hometown, and he was using his extraordinary martial arts to protect his hometown.
In the process of protecting the local people, I gained inner glory and joy.
But this time Ding Yuan wanted to withdraw his troops. Although Lu Bu was puzzled, he still obeyed the order. At this moment, Lu Bu still thought that Ding Yuan was a good person. Since he was a good person, he would not harm himself. He did not understand the matters of court politics.
, he didn’t want to understand, those were too roundabout, he might as well just cut them off with a knife...
How about waiting a few more days?
Lu Bu was thinking as he ate, wait eight more days, no, wait five more days, and then go ask Ding the governor... There has been a shortage of food and grass recently, and my horses seem to have lost some weight. If this continues
Not good...
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Ding Yuan was also waiting in the tent, waiting for Dong Zhuo's reply.
A few days ago, he was even a little bit late compared to Dong Zhuo, and the great responsibility of greeting him and returning to court actually fell on that Xiliang man. This really made him feel annoyed just thinking about it.
Ding Yuan was born in poverty and did not read many books, but he has always been diligent, studious, and motivated. He was able to reach the position of governor of Bingzhou today without anyone's help. He worked hard bit by bit on his own.
of.
After so many years of youthful enthusiasm and now suffering from ailments, who can describe my suffering? Who can understand my suffering? Guarding the border for so many years, the Hu people have made countless achievements, but they still cannot enter the circle of the central officials of the imperial court.
Seeing that you are getting older day by day, and your body and bones are getting worse day by day, even if it is not for yourself, you should think about it for your family and your descendants, right?
You can't let your descendants suffer the same hardship as yourself?
After receiving the secret edict from General He Jin, Ding Yuan immediately realized that this was an excellent opportunity, so he resolutely led the Bingzhou army south to King Qin. Unfortunately, fate is such a joke. He arrived in Luoyang first, but General He arrived in Luoyang first.
Jin was so shaken by her sister's words that she hesitated, and ended up only stationing troops at Meng Jin. In the end, Dong Zhuo took the lead.
Although I have received the honorary title of Jinwu, but is it useless? Can it be more beneficial than what Dong Zhuo is getting now? Just thinking about it makes me angry.
Logically speaking, the letter to Dong Zhuo should have been delivered? Why hasn't this Xiliang martial artist replied? Could it be that this Xiliang martial artist dares to look down on me? The Bingzhou cavalry under me is not a vegetarian!
