Except for that woman, no one among the other people came forward.
Looking at these people, Jia Qu felt regretful, pitiful, and helpless at the same time.
Are we to say that after Zhang Ji and Deng Li captured and killed the spies of Cao Jun who emerged, there will no longer be any hidden thieves among the common people?
Jia Qu is not so naive.
It is obvious that Cao Jun has made a lot of preparations to attack Huguan, and these preparations are just to kill a few civilians in the field, or to cause chaos and shed some blood?
For Huguan, perhaps the safest way is to trap and kill all these civilians.
Because we couldn't determine who had the problem, we simply eliminated everyone who might have the problem.
This method has been used repeatedly in history.
Killing is very simple.
Even a fool can imagine it.
But if you want to do better, you can't just use stupid methods.
While everyone was waiting for Jia Qu's next move, Jia Qu ordered the registration stall to be set up again to allow these villagers to cross the border and enter the Huguan Pass. As a human being, you need to choose to go there at some point.
Do the right thing, not just choose to do the good thing.
If it is just a simple matter of fortifying the wall and clearing the country, then it only needs to set fire to the houses and villages of these people. As for where these people will go, there is no need to worry about it. Anyway, once the war breaks out, these casualties will become just a number, just like the feudal
The memorial after every natural and man-made disaster in the dynasty, "many families died", "tens of thousands"...
A space has been set aside between Huguan and Huguan passes to accommodate these villagers.
Jia Qu waved to Deng Li and then turned back, while Zhang Ji stayed to suppress the situation.
Looking at the cautious and miserable expressions of these people in the field, it was as if they were fighting to enter the pass just now. During the chaos, it was not them who beat the soldiers and snatched the armor. Zhang was filled with evil spirits.
The fire, I don’t know where to send it.
Zhang Ji glanced around and cursed in his mind. Everyone was so brave when fighting with the soldiers. Why didn't they cooperate with the soldiers to catch Cao Jun's spies?
It’s okay if you don’t know how to read, but you’re so old, why don’t you even understand the truth?
Not even as good as a woman!
In fact, Zhang Ji also knew in his heart that sometimes people don't know what they will do when they are dizzy. But understanding is understanding, and he felt a little aggrieved in his heart, and there was some color on his face, and he stood coldly.
They stared at the knife handle, making the villagers even more frightened.
Coupled with the corpses that had not been cleaned up on the side, the strong and heavy smell of blood, and the corpses of Cao Jun's spies standing on the wooden piles under the city, it made everyone feel that whether they were the villagers who had experienced the first or last experience at the scene, or the people who came from other places one after another.
The people all clamped their legs together and did not even dare to speak loudly.
Since Zhang has fire in his belly, don’t these people have the fire?
It is not just one or two people who can get angry at those close to them and behave violently. Most people will subconsciously have a bad attitude towards their relatives and be kind to outsiders. Even Jia Qu's original intention is to let these people avoid the war.
, these people also know that Jia Qu has good intentions, but the pain of losing their home still makes these people hold back their anger.
Jia Qu and others are still educated and know how to control their emotions and not vent them at will, but what about these common people?
Zhang scanned a few circles, took a breath, and shouted loudly: "Since you are citizens of the Shangdang, you should advance and retreat together, and share hardships! After entering the customs, abide by the laws and regulations, and we will treat everyone equally and will never treat you unfairly."
Wait!』
The people were indifferent.
Everyone stared at Zhang Ji, like frightened sheep.
It's not that what Zhang Ji said was wrong, but that no official in Shandong ever shouted similar words.
Officials in Shandong are all appointed from other places. In a sense, they are "guests".
When working, as a host, you can't let your guests do the work, right?
When enjoying, the host should be humble, and he should not be too slow to treat his guests, right?
But if an "owner" really takes the bull by the horns and wants to discuss who owns the land and the ownership of various means of production and living, and who is the real "owner", the "guest" will immediately turn his back.
.
So, how is Cao Cao's system in Shandong, and what is Cao Cao's army?
What is Fei Qian's policy in Guanzhong, and what is the Hussars' army?
For these people who are uneducated and uneducated, who can't even write their names in full, and some can only draw a cross to represent them, they don't have any profound concepts.
They just know that the Party was allocated some acres of land in Shang Dynasty, and now they are forced to give up these lands.
Although they may die when Cao Jun comes, what if Cao Jun doesn't kill them?
Although Jia Qu said he would treat everyone equally, what if he failed to get their land back?
"General... our fields..." an old voice rang out from the crowd, "when will we get our fields back..."
Zhang Ji was stunned.
He never expected that the first response these Shandong villagers gave him would be this!
And many others agree...
"yes!"
"My field..."
"Mom, I want to go home..."
The crowd suddenly became chaotic again, not daring to move, but daring to shout randomly.
They look very much like horse monkeys.
Now go back, what do these people want to do?
Zhang Ji couldn't understand it at all.
Do you think they were originally from Shandong, and now Cao Jun from Shandong came to see fellow villagers, and they burst into tears?
Or should I feel that I am a Shandong native and need to do my duty as a Shandong native and save some manpower and material resources for Cao Jun?
Or maybe they feel that the treatment from Fei Qian, who gave them the land, is not good enough, so why not go back and join Cao Cao?
Zhang Ji's heart felt as if he was being pressed down by a stone, and he suddenly felt a little out of breath.
He understood that maybe none of the above questions were correct.
It is more likely that these people are simple-minded to a certain extent and only know how to think about one thing. As for the follow-up questions, they will not contact them at all. These people only care about their own interests, that is to say, they are clearing the door.
Even if someone else's cream is stuck on my face, I don't care.
This is the folk characteristic of the small-scale peasant economy.
Guarding one-third of an acre is the place where they live and die, and it is the entire world.
Such people exist at all times, even in later generations when the so-called enlightened people do not talk about right or wrong, but only discuss things based on personal interests or preferences.
My brother is the best, but it’s not easy for a capitalist. He threatens authors to watch pirated copies. As a consumer, he wears the same pants as a company. He sneers at consumers who buy defective products. He stands next to foreigners who cut in line and puts his hands on his hips and says no.
Is it just a matter of giving in? I really don’t have the spirit of humility to be polite to foreigners...
They are all the same kind of people.
Seeing Zhang Ji's face darkening little by little, the voices of the villagers became quieter and quieter...
Zhang already understood.
These villagers are from Shandong and have not yet transformed into Guanzhong people.
The different characteristics of the Han area are usually invisible.
After all, in normal times, the people of Shandong work hard and are no different from the people in northern Guanzhong. They will not sweat less when they need to, and they will not be lazy at all when they need to work hard, but at special moments...
…
For example, when encountering barbarians heading south, men from the north will organize themselves spontaneously and pick up swords and guns! Even if there are no swords and guns, there will be those who have dung forks and those who have sticks will raise sticks!
Even with bare hands and no sticks!
Why?
Because the people on the northern border have experienced too many wars, and they cannot survive without being tough...
But the people of Shandong are different.
They have been kept in captivity for too long...
If you step out of the circle even a little bit, you will be warned by the shepherd.
Fighting back after being bullied is a malicious confrontation.
If you want to get out of the circle and make a living, you are working maliciously to make a living.
Malice is omnipresent and all-encompassing.
Zhang Ji feels that things that are very simple in Guanzhong and Beiland have very straightforward concepts for the people in Guanzhong and Beiland, that is, repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred, and understand whose kindness is due to whom and whose hatred is from whom.
I understand that we are all comrades who fight side by side and share the joys and sorrows!
But for the people of Shandong, this concept does not exist.
Because under the Shandong system, under the control of the small-scale peasant economic system for many years, there is no one else, only one's own farmland.
Just like if future generations see others jumping off a building, then it is just someone else jumping off a building.
Hey!
Look at the excitement!
Even dead is hot!
Hurry, while it's hot!
Post online!
Post to Moments!
It's like the mysterious smile on my face when I see others selling their children and daughters in Lao She's teahouse.
When someone else dies, it’s someone else’s. Your own land and your own house are everything.
Therefore, these villagers from Shandong Province who came to Huguan did not ask what they would do if others were killed or injured, or what they would do to the orphans who had lost their parents, but how they would arrange their lives in the future. Instead, they asked themselves, their own families...
Small farmer economy, a letter from the circle.
Compatriots do not exist.
Zhang Ji believed that all those who asked questions were unharmed in the chaos just now, so now they just want to run away, hide, and just want to go home and get their fields!
Because they felt that they encountered the current danger only after leaving home!
Go home, go back, as long as you go back to a place they are familiar with, you will be safe!
As for the future, they never thought about it.
And those families who were actually injured or died in this chaos are still immersed in sorrow...
Seeing that Zhang Ji was a little angry, Deng Li, who came back from the pass, coughed quickly, took a few steps forward, and shouted: "Your Majesty has an order! People who enter the pass and harm their fields will be treated as soldiers and thieves."
After retreating, you can make up money or farm cattle and horses! However... all compensation needs to be registered in advance! If there are any more thieves to disturb you, or if you violate the law, all subsidies will be cancelled, and additional fines will be imposed! The originally allocated acres of land will be confiscated!
Just take care of yourself!"
These Shandong residents suddenly became quiet and looked at each other. No one dared to continue making noises.
They heard familiar words.
So they know what it means...
"Mouse tail juice", these Shandong villagers actually don't understand it very well, but if they interpret it literally, the juice from rat tail must not be good...
There are also familiar words, such as "monkey pot is conceited".
Although the Shandong villagers did not fully understand how to write these words, as soon as they heard these few syllables, they understood that the government was passing the blame again, and they had to bear the responsibility themselves. If they wanted not to bear the consequences,
You have to behave "good".
Seeing such a situation, Zhang could not help but sigh slightly, and gave up the idea of continuing to communicate with these people. He waved his hand and asked the soldiers to step forward to maintain order and continue registration.
These Shandong residents lined up as if the chaos just now no longer existed.
"Deng Shuzuo." Zhang Ji saluted Deng Li who came back.
Deng Li stepped forward and said, "Marquis Zhang Jun."
Zhang Ji looked at these villagers with a look of sadness in his eyes, "Shu Zuo, tell me, why is this happening?"
Zhang Ji originally thought that these people would be considered members of Shangdang when they arrived, but...
Although this person is in Shangdang, his heart is still in Shandong. In other words, his words and deeds have not changed much, and he is still the same as Shandong.
Deng Li also sighed slightly, "That's how it was when I lived in Shandong."
Zhang Ji nodded, and after a moment of silence he said, "I have never been to Shandong... Are all people in Shandong like this?"
These Shandong people made Zhang Ji feel something completely different from the people in Guanzhong and the North.
This kind of thing is not in the external appearance, but in the heart.
It's like a stone stuck over there.
"There are many rules in Shandong..." Deng Li turned around slightly and looked at the Shandong residents who were now lining up obediently. "Perhaps not all of them were like this at the beginning... It's just that over time, those who were a little bloody
Most of them are dead, and the rest have become what they are now. In many cases, it is better to do less than to do more... After all, it has been nearly two hundred years since Guangwu Zhongxing..."
"So, what someone just said, let them understand how powerful they are, know the reasons, repay kindness with kindness, revenge with hatred..." Zhang Ji shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Actually... they don't understand at all? Are they worse than a woman?"
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"..." Deng Li was silent for a while, not knowing whether he should respond or not.
Zhang Ji bowed his hands and said, "It's okay. Thank you Shuzuo for clarifying my doubts today, and please give me more advice in the future."
Deng Li said he didn't dare and was modest, and then went to the registration office, and together with other minor officials in Huguan, registered and assisted in investigating the villagers, and arranged various matters.
Zhang Ji looked at it with a heavy heart.
There are good and bad people in Shandong. Can the good ones be killed together because of the bad ones?
Deng Li was also from Shandong.
Is it a difference in knowledge?
Zhang Ji frowned, maybe not because Zhang Ji also saw some people who were obviously scholars, but they were different from Deng Li.
As a middle-level military academy, he was actually not exposed to many strategic issues on weekdays, but more practical and trivial matters. He originally had some objections to the General Hussars' delay in taking action in Shandong.
Because if he doesn't take action, how can he upgrade as a military prince?
But now he suddenly understood that there were so many problems in Shandong. What was the use of just conquering the city?
No matter how big the city is, no matter how many acres of land there are, it still needs someone to cultivate it. But for the people of Shandong like this, even if they occupy the city and get the acres of land, what's the use?
This city in the hearts of the people of Shandong is deeply rooted and stubborn!
Zhang Ji now understands why Dong Zhuo was never able to stabilize the court. Of course, most of the blame lies with Dong Zhuo himself, but his incompatibility with the people of Shandong must also be a very important factor.
People from Guanzhong, people from Beidi, people from Shandong, and maybe people from Jiangdong in the future. These are all Han people, but they are not the same Han people.
Nowadays, it is just a place called Huguan, with only a few thousand residents. That is to say, when trouble occurs, trouble will happen. If someone incites it twice, it will become chaotic. What if it is a bigger place?
What if we encounter not a wise envoy like Jia Qu, but an unreasonable prefect?
What if there were no middle-level officials like Deng Li who understood both the rules of Guanzhong and the customs of Shandong?
If there were no military princes like Zhang Ji, how many military princes could control their emotions and not fall into violence and killing?
Zhang Ji finally understood something. He thought about why he often saw small articles on how to deal with civil affairs in the recent briefings at the Martial Arts Hall...
However, under the three-color banner of the lord, how many people would study military newspapers as carefully as Zhang Ji, memorizing and pondering every paragraph and article? And how many people, like Zhang Tian, would get the
The military newspaper first finds some side jokes, makes them happy, then throws them away, and then directly curses them if they don’t understand?
The soldiers and military academies are like this, but what about the people?
Just like in front of you, could it be said that only in the land of Huguan can these Shandong residents exist?
Among the Shandong residents who came to Guanzhong and Beidi earlier, how many of them have changed, and how many of them are still the same as before?
After Zhang experienced this incident, he felt a lot of vigilance in his heart. You must know that only Huguan in Shangdang Taiyuan can be defended. And in Huguan, if there are no Shandong spies, Cao Jun will be careful?
A dozen Cao Jun spies can disrupt hundreds of thousands of Shandong residents. If this happens at a critical moment...
Zhang Ji's eyebrows twitched. He wanted to find Jia Qu immediately and report the matter, but after thinking about it, he calmed down. He had full confidence in Huguan's persistence, but he had no idea how to catch spies, especially
It is to remove the stubborn stone in the hearts of these Shandong people, but he has not thought of any good way for the time being, so he cannot just report the problem, but also needs to propose a solution to the problem.
There must be at least one idea...
This matter, of course, cannot be accomplished overnight, but it must be done.
Stones are piled up day by day. Obviously it is impossible to clear them all in one day or in one sentence.
I'm afraid only the best can do it.
Because there are levers that can be used to pry, and there are many levers. If one is broken, the next one will appear.
Difficulty does not mean giving up.
Just like catching a spy, it is not easy, but you must catch it...
