Chapter 3352 The reality of feeling
Jizhou is in chaos, Yecheng is still in shock, local counties and counties are not operating smoothly, and all kinds of difficulties are reported, resulting in the entire Jizhou system, like a bunch of shit mountain codes, and when it runs, it will report all kinds of errors, with bright yellow or bright red warnings everywhere. Even if it is barely running, it may not be possible to get any correct results.
Jizhou was no longer reliable, so the pressure was transferred to Yuzhou, which naturally made Yuzhou even more difficult.
If one core is in trouble, eight cores will watch.
The 3.3 volt power supply on the CPU is almost burning...
For the upper rulers, just like what Xiahou Dun could think of, his instinct was to take care of himself and the class under his butt, as for the people at the bottom, most of the time, he just kept his sympathy on his lips.
Therefore, when facing Cao Cao's order to urge food and grass again, when he reached the level of the gentry, the children of Shandong gentry were silent.
The reason for silence is very simple, and Xun Yu also turned against him.
Before Cheng Yu went out, the first person to be arrested was the person in the Xun family, and he also had a relative relationship with Xun Yu...
So the children of the gentry in Yuzhou quickly sat down to discuss and reached a unified opinion as quickly as possible, "Let's suffer the people more!"
The children of the gentry in Yuzhou left the venue with a sad face. When they were riding in the canopy, they sighed to the sky, "The people are suffering, the people are suffering, the people are suffering..."
"The people are suffering..."
"Pity..."
『Oh my God…』
As the children of the gentry lamented the people, truly tragic events began to happen soon.
From feeling to reality, it is so direct and simple.
The chaotic vocals of people, mules and horses stopped before the village, and then the sound of rapid footsteps soon came.
『Bang!』
The low courtyard door was kicked open suddenly, and the old door hit the low earth wall of the courtyard, making an overwhelming moan.
The farmer in the courtyard rushed to the door, but saw an official in brocade clothes walking forward with several soldiers and yamen runners.
What?
Breaking into a private house?
This is for official business!
How can I get a private talk?
"Master, Jun Ye, what are you going to do?"
The farmer asked anxiously, trying to stop the uninvited guests who had entered, but was quickly pushed away.
For the farmers at the bottom, all these people are masters, and all of them are characters he can't afford to offend. Even these people shouted that they wanted to seek benefits for the people and care about the people's livelihood. Now these masters are "careful" about the farmers' livelihood.
The leading gang-clothed singer was even owed a lot of time to the farmer, but just waved his hand indifferently. Then, a soldier rushed into the earthen house with the yamen runners. One of the yamen runners met the farmer, and when he passed by the farmer, he gave a look invisibly, as if he was telling the farmer something...
Several people opened the grain cabinet in the house and saw that it was empty, but the few people did not hesitate at all and searched other parts of the house.
Nowadays, who would put grain in the grain cabinet?
In the village, there are households that count on each household. Everyone’s grain cabinets, even if the mouse comes, they will have to shake their heads.
The farmers' food is hidden under the bed.
Because there has been a lack of food everywhere for this period of time, even the simple and simple people will inevitably be driven by hunger and do some unlucky things.
Of course, in the eyes of some gentry children, such behavior is the best interpretation of inferior untouchables and natural badmintons.
Anyway, the children of the gentry don’t understand why people can eat in one bite and ignore shame?
The harvest this year is not very good, and even the most optimistic farmers do not believe that the government officials will promote every day and will improve next year.
The government said that everything is stable and that the price of grain has not increased. Everyone should have confidence, eat with confidence, and use it boldly!
Only a few people can buy the affordable grain in the official shop, and the price in the free market far exceeds the so-called official price...
As the number of people starving to death begins to increase, the number of problems of stealing, robbery and murder is gradually increasing, so most farmers will hide their food in places where they can check and confirm.
Just like this farmer, he would hold the grain in his hands while sleeping, and put the stick beside the bed. He also beat the thief who sneaked in the wall several times, but he often didn't expect that he could prevent stealing but could not prevent robbery.
The farmer hurriedly knelt down in front of the respectful officials and kowtowed, "Master, you are good! The young man has not much food left. If the master takes it away, the young man will have no way to survive!"
The clerk's little official stood coldly, tilting his head and nostrils, as if he had said one more word to this cheap farmer, which was to insult his family.
The woman's cry came from inside the house, and the soldiers immediately shouted angrily.
The farmer hurriedly ran into the house and saw that the food hidden under the bed had been easily found and was being carried in the hands of a yamen runner.
The farmer's wife was holding the food bag tightly, crying and refusing to let go.
"Damn it! Let it go! Let it go!"
When the farmer saw that the soldier's hand was already on the hilt, he hurried forward, covering the direction of the soldier's forward, while trying to pull away his wife's hand holding the food bag.
The farmer and his wife grabbed his hands tightly, with tears on her face, "Children, if the child has no food to eat, he will die, he will die!"
"Relax, let go." The farmer whispered.
The farmer and his wife were still shaking their heads, with a little more despair in their eyes.
One of their children has died.
I was short of food in the early years and starved to death.
Now there is food shortage again...
The grain harvest last year was not much, and I didn’t see much this year. After paying the rent and tax, there was only a lot left. I originally said that I could barely hold on with various omnivores such as wheat bran. I waited until this year’s autumn harvest was slower and I would borrow some usury loans. But who would have thought that the government would collect grain again and again!
"Let go, I... these people are really good at taking action! What should we do if the baby is dead?" the farmer whispered.
The farmer and his wife were startled and turned around and looked into the house. A three-inch dick on the dirt bed was sucking his thumb as thin as he was drooling and looking at the adults blankly.
Taking advantage of the time when his wife turned around and relaxed, the farmer broke open his wife's fingers.
The yamen runner hurriedly carried the food bag on his shoulders, turned around and left the house.
The farmer's wife realized that she wanted to rush out, but was pulled by the farmer, "It's useless, it's useless..."
When collecting grain, wasn’t there some Wang Laosan who was forced to hand over the food, but he was beaten to death. Then no one complained about Wang Laosan, and everyone in the village didn’t say a word. So this time, if they didn’t hand over the food and were beaten to death, would anyone speak out?
But this is still not over.
The grain was taken to the yard and weighed.
"This is not enough." The little official in Jinyi glanced at the scale, "Each mouth is thirty kilograms, your family of three has to pay a total of ninety kilograms! You are only more than fifty kilograms, so I'll be kind to you. Even if it's sixty kilograms, you're still thirty kilograms away!"
The farmer stepped forward and kowtowed, "Master, be kind, can you be kind, can you... Can you owe it first? It's time to collect autumn grains. When the autumn grains come down, the small one will pay it back twice as much!"
"The autumn grain is what the emperor wants! The prime minister wants this time the grain collection is what the prime minister wants! Everyone has to pay it. If you can't pay it all, you will be punished. If we can't collect it all, we will be punished! If I'm beheaded, can you die for me?" The little official in the Jinyi snorted coldly. He has seen many troublemakers who are lying on account of debt. "Give you three days, and we will come again in three days, and there will be thirty kilograms left! If you can't make up for it, hum, don't blame us for being polite!"
The little clerk in the brocade was obviously too lazy to argue with the farmer, so he took the people directly to the next house.
The farmer knelt on the ground, in pain and confusion.
The village was the last one to leave, and when he left, he seemed to nodded at the farmer. This gave the farmer a little more hope. Maybe the village can help him? He will collect grain in two months. As long as he can survive, there may be hope!
Crying sounds quickly sounded in the yard next door.
For some reason, the farmer suddenly felt that the dullness in his chest seemed to be less dull. Only then did he come back from his confusion and hurried into the house. The wife inside the house was crying with the child in her arms.
The farmer wanted to say something, but didn't know how to speak, but just sat dejectedly on the ground.
After a while, the sound of the village chief sounded again in the courtyard, and the farmer quickly got up and ran out.
『Village, village...』
The farmer was looking forward to watching the village.
Murmaru coughed and whispered: "This is the food that the superior wants to collect, and we can't do anything about it..."
"Yes, yes, yes..." The farmer nodded, "But now that our family has no food, there are still two months left, what should we do?"
『A little while, come to my house…』 Murakama whispered, 『I secretly hid some, I gave you three or five pounds evenly, and I will hold on for a while…』
"Three or five kilograms?" The farmer's heart suddenly became cold. He was still thirty kilograms away.
"I really don't have it... Look at the next door..." Muramasa sighed, "If you make some wild vegetables or something, you can deal with it for a while. Just wait until the autumn food comes down..."
"But I'm still thirty kilograms..." the farmer said blankly.
Muramasa said indifferently: "Aren't you already paid 60? Even if you have paid enough of two big ones, the small ones... the small ones don't care about it, forget it... These days, it's good to be able to keep the big ones... Only when the big ones are alive can you have small ones... Let's wait, when it's dark and there's no one else to come..."
The village is leaving.
The farmer turned around and saw his wife leaning against the door of the house, her eyes sluggishly.
The farmer squirmed his lips a few times, but said nothing, only sighing.
His wife slowly slid down against the door of the house. She didn't know what emotions were in her eyes, perhaps only despair was left.
The children in the house seemed to notice something and started crying.
The sky gradually became dark.
Maybe it has never been lit, even if it is really lit, it is short-lived.
The farmer stood up, looked back at his wife who was sitting at the door of the room, and the outline of the child who was tired of crying and asleep, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then went out and headed to the village home.
It was about one or two minutes, and the farmer came back.
As soon as he arrived in the yard, he quickly closed the ragged yard gate and put it on it with a wooden stick. Then he carefully carried a small bag of food, like a life-saving treasure, and entered the house. "Damn, we have food..."
On the dirt bed inside the house, only his child was staring weakly, but he did not see his wife's voice.
The farmer raised his gaze slightly, and his hanging feet appeared in front of him.
Slowly, gently, shaking.
The smile on the farmer's face instantly solidified, and then a heart-wrenching wail sounded in the quiet courtyard.
Just like the wailing in the yard next to the day, he did not care or take care of it. Although the farmer's wailing is even more miserable at night, the surrounding courtyards are still lifeless and no one comes...
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Praying and begging will not get anything truly precious.
In war, it is not just about two people, or a few generals, or one or two regions.
Once wars are raging, destruction is inevitable.
The sun hangs high and the sky is clear.
For humans, the sun may always rise again, but for some people, they may not be able to see the next day's sun.
Fei Qian stood on the ground on a well-crafted armor with shiny patterns.
Below the slope of the earth, his men were surging and flowing forward.
There were no too many slogans, Fei Qian just rode on his horse and stood there. When every soldier passing by passed the earth slope, he would look up at Fei Qian, and sincerely felt the majestic and arrogant attitude of the General of the Cavalry...
But I didn't know that Fei Qian's potentially shining armor under the cover of the shiny armor was already sweating profusely, and his hair was stuck to his scalp, which was itchy and stuffy.
The pockets are not breathable.
The exquisite armor, with carved patterns on it, decorated with gold and silver threads, and paired with a bright red cloak, is simply a weapon to show off. Unfortunately, this set of armor was built two years ago, and now it is a bit shattered.
When fighting, Fei Qian would never wear such a shiny armor. Generally speaking, this thing is like a dress. Before fighting, wear a dress for his soldiers.
Cao's army's Anyi camp is right in front of us, and it is also Cao Cao's most important support point in the Yuncheng Basin in Hedong.
Both sides had their own battles, tests, games, and then they also had losses and gains.
If Fei Qian cannot capture this Anyi camp, then Cao's army can calmly deploy troops, either attack the west of the river, turn back, or pull and consume in Anyi and Fei Qian. Simply put, the Anyi camp is like a nail. If Fei Qian does not have the ability to remove this nail, he will hit a nail to see if his head is broken or his legs are injured.
Fei Qian watched the troops slowly pass by, the flags fluttered, but his mind flew to another place. Yesterday he received the latest news reported by Xu Chu, saying that someone was indeed an insider in the Cao army camp, and provided some information that Fei Qian and Xu Chu were not clear about.
There is indeed a hidden mystery in the Anyi camp.
Cao Cao almost fully demonstrated his experience in wars over the years and the advantages of Shandong's cheap labor.
One of the things that made Fei Qian quite alert was that in the latest information, the man said that he had seen a lot of tinea oil and smelled some saltpeter...
Water and fire are always two forces that humans want to subdue, but they are always uncontrollable.
The upper reaches of the river are controlled by Fei Qian, so Cao Cao has no way to do anything about "water", but it is obvious that this time Cao Cao wants to play some tricks on "fire".
Fei Qian thought about it, and couldn't help but feel the indescribable sense of historical coincidence...
Could it be that now he has become Cao Cao's side in history, while Cao's army has become the Red Cliff coalition that is ready to set fire in history?
This is really...
Grease oil will have relatively large restrictions on people and horses, and saltpeter is definitely gunpowder.
Things like war objects depend on people’s use and luck.
When the turd oil came to Zhou Yu's hands, it could burn Cao Cao's beard to the point of fire, but when it came to Zhuge Liang's hands, it was extinguished by a heavy rain...
Fei Qian was strong, but the number was small, about one-third of that of Cao's army, and even a little short of it.
Cao has many soldiers, but his overall combat effectiveness is worse.
Because the Cao army is complex. According to the information collected by Xu Chu and the narratives of those who surrendered truthfully and falsely, the Cao army is roughly divided into three parts: the core central leadership army, central guards, auxiliary generals of miscellaneous surnames, local county soldiers, and a certain number of civilian craftsmen.
Before, there were more civilians in Cao's camp, but now...
There are many people, and there are many people, and there are many troubles.
It is obviously unrealistic to kill all of these people.
But it is also a very troublesome to accept these prisoners.
What's more, Cao Cao has already built Anyi into a fortress. If he cannot lead the way with points, roll up the Cao army's camp, bite it, and fight it into a tug-of-war, it is not a good plan.
Cao Cao's strength has indeed weakened a lot.
Xiahou Yuan was killed and Xiahou Dun was captured, almost breaking his arm, which greatly damaged his vitality.
But even so, Cao Cao still refused to retreat!
Of course, it can also be understood as Cao Cao's retreatment, but if Cao Cao transferred back to his army now, he would still be able to breathe for a while and might not die immediately. After all, after the failure of the Battle of Red Cliff in history, Cao Cao could still become the overlord of the north, but he had to make more compromises in some aspects.
Fei Qian believed that Cao Cao also understood this point, so Cao Cao's attitude at this stage seemed very subtle.
Fei Qian felt that besides tincture oil and gunpowder, Cao Cao must have had any cards not played...
Because this card is still in Cao Cao's hands, Cao Cao feels that he is not incapable of a complete turnaround.
It is actually not difficult to be prepared for things like tincture oil and gunpowder.
So the key is to see how to use it and who is using it!
Why did Fei Qian come slowly instead of eagerly fighting with Cao's army at the turn of spring and summer?
Of course, it is because Fei Qian also needs to prepare his own trump card.
The artillery cannon can only be regarded as a Ming card now. If you really want to use Ming card to play, you will definitely suffer a loss.
Fei Qian suddenly thought of Pang Tong's report that Zhu Ling had developed a rocket by himself...
Perhaps this is also some coincidence?
Gunpowder and derivatives of gunpowder should be the masters of the battlefield since its birth, rather than just being used for the play of dignitaries and nobles.
If gunpowder is to exert enough power, it is very important to have a dry climate.
If he really fought with Cao's army at the turn of spring and summer, would Cao Cao not be able to smile so hard that his eyes could not see him?
At the turn of spring and summer, who knew that there was rain in that cloud?
Now is late summer and early autumn, when the climate is dry, the ground is hard, and there is little rain or clouds. Whether it is transportation or the use of gunpowder and derivatives of gunpowder, it is the best time.
While Fei Qian was posing and thinking, he suddenly saw a small team of cavalry commanding him in the distance, and rushed towards him with a flag on his back.
"Lord! Cao's army sent an envoy to bring a letter of war and wanted to see the lord!"
Chapter completed!