Under Cao's army, there were not only Qingzhou soldiers but also Yellow Turban thieves.
For example, how to behave.
He Yi remembered that the reason why he participated in the Yellow Turban was because the Yellow Turban told him that if he participated, he would have food.
Yes, maybe for Zhang Jiao, it was to overthrow the sky and establish a yellow sky, but for He Yi, it was just for a bite to eat.
eat.
It is the most basic need and the strongest desire. Even for a young child, his or her first strong emotional expression is when he or she is hungry...
Indeed, eating is the foundation of a person.
If you can eat, you can live; if you can't eat, you are close to death.
He Yi felt that she was half dead. She could eat, but she was hungry because she couldn't eat enough...
If you have something to eat, you can live; if you have nothing to eat, or cannot eat, you are not far from death.
But before death, there is always a little jump.
No one is willing to have their "food" taken away. Even young children who can't do anything and are unable to resist will cry to express their emotional fluctuations and physical discomfort.
Similarly, for these Yingchuan people, their methods are not just about crying.
Don't be suspicious of people you use, and don't use people who are suspicious.
The truth is this, but it does not mean that this truth will remain unchanged forever.
He Yi suspected that the scholar in front of him was testing her, but she was also worried that if she rejected the scholar, she would lose the opportunity.
Opportunity to eat.
He Yi has been "hungry" for too long...
I think back then, when Yuan Shu was feeding him, he really enjoyed eating. But under Cao Cao, there was less to eat, so he was naturally hungry.
At the beginning, He Yi could still remember the deaths of some people, such as Liu Pi and He Man. She could remember the looks of these people with their heads hanging open, and then she could control her desires to a certain extent.
However, as time passed, the fear gradually subsided, but the desire continued to grow. Watching others eat, I felt hungry, and then I couldn't control myself, so I jumped up, lowered my head, and lay down in the trough designed by others.
middle.
He Yi let the scholars enter the secret room without letting his confidants protect him.
He Yi felt that the scholar in front of him did not have the ability to kill him.
But He Yi forgot that killing someone doesn't necessarily require a knife.
Scholars always seem to have a clear mind, speak appropriately and sharply, and their grasp of the general trend of the world is far better than ordinary people.
In the secret room, the sharp-tongued scholar said directly without He Yi's nonsense or any temptation: "General, do you want to be so unknown and be imprisoned and die?"
There is no need to deny the fact that He Yi will not be reused, because this is a fact.
Although Cao Cao said that everyone should be treated equally, just like some places can get more salary rations, and the average living standard in some areas is relatively high, there will always be a limit to "treating everyone equally".
For example, Zhang He was squeezed out, not to mention a yellow turban general like He Yi.
Seeing that He Yi was silent, neither admitting nor denying, the scholar said: "I understand the general's intention. Now there are two strategies for the general to choose."
"Why is there no successful strategy?" He Yi asked.
The scholar smiled and said: "General, now is the middle strategy. If you don't go up or down, you will die...or live..."
"..." He Yi was silent.
The scholar did not tease much, but said: "Let me talk about the next strategy first. As for the next strategy, the general can try his best to make a good relationship with the Xiahou family of the Cao family, serve as their master, and seek rewards from them. It is best to ask for a Pang family of the Xiahou family of the Cao family.
As a daughter, if you respect her dignity and are willing to be humble, you will naturally find a place and have no worries about food and clothing over time..."
He Yi gritted her teeth, "What's the best solution?"
"What's the best strategy?" The scholar looked at He Yi, "The best strategy depends on whether the general has a sense of loyalty and filial piety, and whether he has the feat of resolving the emperor's worries!"
"Humph." He Yi sneered, "It's just taking advantage of someone, why bother using the name of loyalty and filial piety?"
"The general is indeed smart, but are there people in this world who do evil things just because of their reputation?"
"..." He Yi was silent again. After all, He Yi was not good at these verbal disputes.
After thinking for a moment, He Yi said: "If you have something to say, please finish it at once. If you want to continue going around, I don't have much patience."
He Yi thought, let the other party speak out, and whether to listen or not, and whether to act or not, is within her own choice and within her control...
When I was a Yellow Turban thief in Runan, although my daily life could not be said to be very carefree, it was at least more free than it is now. I didn't need to look at people's faces all day long, and then I had to be raped by some petty officials with chicken feathers.
For example, if Cao Cao ordered He Yi to complete something within ten days, the county would say it would be seven days when conveying it, and then when the officials came over, it would often become five days, or even three days...
…
Then He Yi made a request and stuffed a red envelope, and the clerk gave him a smile, saying that he could give it two days' grace...
So, after receiving the imperial edict, is it really "safe"?
When the scholar heard what He Yi said, he smiled and praised: "I know what the general means, so I can let the general listen to what he says next..."
"Well, please speak." He Yi stretched out her hand to signal.
"What does the general think of Marquis Wen and Lu Fengxian?"
"Huh?" He Yi couldn't react for a moment.
"Now that you have adopted an extraordinary trick, you can achieve long-lasting achievements!" The scholar looked at He Yi and said, "Why not exchange the old assets for the high platform and the high level of the Zhihuai Hall?"
He Yi pondered for a long time, "Can you put it...simply..."
"Uh..." The scholar was obviously a little surprised, and immediately nodded and said, "I was negligent... Let's put it this way, if Lu Fengxian failed to assassinate Dong Zhuo back then, would he still be the marquis and famous in the world today?"
"If Lu Fengxian was willing to be under Dong's thieves back then, would he be like Dong's thieves today and die without a burial place?"
"General, this moment is just like that moment." The scholar looked at He Yi with eager eyes, "Just take one step forward, just move like this... the world will be different!"
Move?
That's easy to say.
He Yi's face was a little pale. Of course he hoped that he could have meat to eat and more meat to eat, but if the meat had bones or even a knife, he might not be able to eat it.
"General, do you think I am persuading the general to assassinate Dong?" The scholar laughed and said, "The general's martial arts skills are also extraordinary, but they are better than Lu Feng...ah ha, haha, um, sorry, I am not laughing at the general, just
Tell a fact..."
Nowadays, for some reason, Lu Bu is not dead yet, so his reputation is not too bad. After all, Lu Fengxian killed Dong Zhuo for the people of Shandong, who wanted to kill him but could not kill him, so he still somewhat accepted this sentiment.
of.
He Yi was a little angry when he heard this, but soon, the anger dissipated because he thought of another thing, "So, you...you have found...a warrior?"
The scribe said slowly, "To be honest, General, I also wanted to meet him... But in the past, the assassins had to get close enough. If this person were to stab him, he would kill him every ten steps."
Soldiers, there is no need for fish meat! You should treat Lu Fengxian without distinction!"
He Yi asked, "I wonder who he is?"
The scribe laughed but did not answer.
He Yi nodded, "Okay, in that case, it's not an assassination, but what do you want a warrior like me to do? Fight on the battlefield?"
The scholar laughed and said, "No, no! Why should a general take advantage of his shortcomings? The strength of a general does not lie in his bravery and battlefield skills!"
He Yi tilted her mouth, and for a moment she didn't know how to answer better. Although it would be more reassuring to say that there is no need to go into battle or assassination, but these words still sound uncomfortable. If not
During this period, I have been kneeling down for a long time. According to my previous bad temper...
He Yi was silent for a while, "So what do you think my strengths are... exactly?"
"General..." The scholar looked at He Yi and said with a smile, "The general himself... to put it simply, he is a general..."
"You mean...yellow scarf?" He Yi was stunned for a moment.
The scholar nodded and said: "Exactly! The general was born in the Yellow Turbans, so he should be familiar with the habits of the Yellow Turbans. Now... there are many old Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan. It is a good opportunity for the general to show off his talents!"
"Hmm..." He Yi pondered, and then said, "A certain person is just from Runan... and is not familiar with other places..., I'm afraid..."
"In the past, Dong's thieves moved the capital and ignored thousands of people. Heluo was devastated and people's resentment boiled..." The scribe said slowly, "Isn't this the case today? Yingchuan has been a bitter traitor for a long time. If the general had made a decision earlier, the salary of the high-ranking officials would not be necessary.
It is said that the sound of bells and cauldrons is indispensable, and it is hard to say that it is just like Wen Hou Lu Fengxian, who is sung all over the world and admired by everyone!"
"You know..." The scribe glanced at He Yi and said, "The world is huge and there are so many brave men. There are so many talented people. There are brave men like crucian carp crossing the river and generals. Those who were born in yellow scarves are not...
There is only one general... I am just saying this from generation to generation. If the general has no intention of getting out of this quagmire and ascending to a high position, I will just say goodbye.』
After saying this, the scribe stood up and wanted to leave.
"Stop!" He Yi shouted.
The scribe was not afraid, or in other words, he might have been prepared to die when he came, so he turned back and looked at He Yi, "General, do you want to take a certain head to claim credit? You can take it quickly."
He Yi was silent for a while, "Let me ask you, why are you looking for someone?"
"Let's put it this way, this is just a transaction, a sale..." the scribe said slowly, "What a general can do is like a piece of jade. The merchants don't love jade, they only love the money they get from selling jade."
The general doesn’t have to treat us as relatives and friends. We pay money to get what we want, and the general pays for actions to get the general’s wealth. It’s just a transaction in which everyone gets something... If he doesn’t want to, he gives up, and the general still holds on to his wish.
For jade, we still take money to find others, that’s all.”
After hearing this, He Yi felt somewhat angry in her heart, but she was also a little shocked.
Although the tone is disrespectful, every sentence makes sense.
It's just a transaction...
Then, what to do?
……(;￢＿￢)……
On the other side, there was also a transaction.
Just like during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the blood and tears shed by the old nobles were silently announcing the fact that the previous era was quietly passing away, and an era full of changes was coming.
At the end of an era, there will always be some visions.
For example, some people said that there were all kinds of incredible visions in the palace of Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty on the eve of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.
But now, there is a little strange noise...
A huge, thunder-like sound.
There are no clouds in the sky, nor is there a bolt from the blue.
Groups of wild ducks living in the swamp were the first to hear the thunder, and they immediately quacked and fluttered their wings, and then caused other birds to follow suit and fly up in a chaotic mess.
Cao Cao, Xiahou Dun, and several important figures in the Cao family's political group released their fingers covering their ears and looked at the shapeless straw man that was blown up in the distance with great surprise.
The smell of the explosive mixture of sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal is really unpleasant.
But Xiahou Dun couldn't wait to grab the torch from the guard on the side, walked to the front and lit another thing called "Five Elements Thunder", and then ran away...
Another loud bang.
Cao Cao didn't block his ears this time.
"Yuan Rang, compared to before..." Cao Cao felt that his eardrums seemed to be vibrating slightly, which made his voice rise a little. Then he realized it, and after deliberately stopping for a moment, he coughed, "
How does it compare?』
Xiahou Dun got closer. He had just jumped into the pit after the explosion and took a look at the wreckage in the pit. Now he was back to Cao Cao, his expression a little more solemn, "It seems... than before..."
,Even……"
Xiahou Dun couldn't find any more accurate adjective for a while.
This is almost a timeless thing.
In the process of human evolution, writing has transcended eras, and knowing how to use fire has also transcended eras. Now, gunpowder is also almost transepochal.
Before gunpowder, most of the damage was physical. But with gunpowder, humans began to touch the hem of the chemistry lady's skirt.
Of course, the chemistry girl has a bad temper, and she might have sulfuric acid thrown on her face...
Xiahou Dun had suffered the consequences of gunpowder back then. Although he had not personally tasted the shadowless legs of the chemistry lady, his vital parts were still sore from being kicked. Therefore, Xiahou Dun also had a profound understanding of gunpowder. Then Xiahou Dun discovered that,
Now this young lady's temper seems to have increased again.
General Fei Qian of the Hussars sent someone to deliver such a batch of finished gunpowder, and it was impossible for Cao Cao to display it in public, so he chose to display it in such a relatively sparsely populated swamp.
Cao Cao was silent for a while, and then said: "I heard that when Hussar entered Chang'an, someone suggested building a city wall, but Husband refused. Now it seems... Husband was probably developing this thing at that time...
Once things come out, there will be no walls in the world..."
In this era, most of the city walls were made of rammed earth and masonry, so as long as the amount of gunpowder was sufficient, the city walls really had no effect.
"Some things need to be changed... It's amazing, it's the mixture of sand and gravel, nitrate, yellow carbon black, it's so powerful... Hussar, Hussar..." Cao Cao said slowly, just like in Daze.
wind.
Xiahou Dun stood beside him, "My lord..."
"Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, it is convenient for this lake..." Cao Cao smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "Although it is not here, it is still this lake!"
Cao Cao looked into the distance, as if looking through the fog of history, seeing the past and the future, "In the past, Chen and Wu rose up, Liu Xiang and Chu River confronted each other. Who would have thought that the current Han Dynasty would also follow the old path of the Six Kingdoms? It's funny.
Ah, that’s ridiculous...』
"Fei Ziyuan, is this what you gave me? Or... is it the question you want to ask me?"
"The heaven and earth are vicissitudes, the years are changing! All things evolve, and people's hearts are different!"
"The wind is blowing!"
Cao Cao burst into laughter, his voice so loud that his laughter seemed to be echoing throughout the entire lake.
Cao Cao laughed so hard that tears seemed to fly out of his eyes.
In the vast swamp, it was not only the reed flowers that flew away with laughter, but also the dreams of his youth.
The five-color stick at the north gate of Luoyang...
The cry of grievance outside the county government office in Dunqiu County...
The meditation hall at home in Qiaoxian County...
The petition on the desk of Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty...
The heads of corrupt officials chopped off in Jinan...
The broken armor and robes in the captain's barn, the frail white-haired veteran in the queue...
Cao Cao laughed, and scenes flew before his eyes.
How is this big guy?
good.
Is this big man evil?
evil.
What's even more ridiculous is that good people are bullied, while evil people are in power. Cao Cao originally wanted to do something good, but whenever he was about to do it, or started to do something good, he would be stopped immediately.
Then some people tried to persuade him, some scolded him, and some even wanted to kill him.
Cao Cao once asked Xun Yu a question, where did the money and taxes paid by the Han people go? Xun Yu could not answer. Because each place reported its own taxes and materials, but inexplicably, as long as it arrived in Xu County,
Many things were missing, and some were neither put into storage nor distributed, and just disappeared out of thin air. Even Xun Yu couldn't find them out!
Xun Yu can only guarantee "generally" completeness...
In other words, "Don't go too far."
But Cao Cao wanted to ask, "Why?"
Why is it so difficult to do something good in this land of Han Dynasty?!
So much so that those who are helping and supporting Cao Cao are actually Guanzhong's opponents!
"You know the evil of the Six Kingdoms, I know it, Qiao Qi knows it, and the Emperor also knows it..." Cao Cao laughed, waving his sleeves in the wind, "Only the people of this world don't know! So even if you know it, I know it"
Even if you know that the emperor knows, you can still pretend not to know! Just like when Chen Wu tried hard to overthrow the former Qin Dynasty, but in the end it was Liu Xiang who was fighting for profit!"
"Hahaha! Ridiculous!"
"sad!"
"What's good above is good! What's good below is bound to be bad!"
"Yingchuan! Nanyang! Imperial Township! Shandong! These are the city walls layer by layer!" Cao Cao shouted and pointed, as if there were layers of city walls in the void, "Chen Wenchang came to the table to impeach.
Xun Wenruo! Is this an impeachment? This is a warning to someone! Yingchuan! It’s not just the Yingchuan in front of you! There are people from Yingchuan in all directions! The walls of Yingchuan!"
