Fei Qian pinched the letter sent by Jia Qu and frowned a little. Then he called Huang Cheng and Ma Yan and handed the letter to them for viewing.
There were still quite a lot of trees in Bingzhou during the Han Dynasty, and the fields were not covered with yellow dust like in later generations. I heard from Ma Yan that only to the northwest of Sheyan and Qiuci, there was a vast desert with no grass growing.
If the forest in front of us is cut down and cleared, will there be another desert here a hundred years later?
Even if Hedong County experienced Dong Zhuo's relocation of the capital and the Sanfu Rebellion in history, it was only affected by the refugees and did not suffer much losses. Until the late period of the Three Kingdoms, it was in a relatively rear position and did not play a major role.
After many battlefields, it was precisely because of this that it finally became a stable granary for Cao Cao.
His current behavior will inevitably reduce the overall stock of grain and grass in Hedong County. Once the butterfly flaps its wings, will it change the direction of this historical river?
Fei Qian doesn't know.
Just like when Wang Mang usurped the throne, if Liu Xiu was killed early, would there be another Liu Xiu, Liu Xi and Liu Xiu?
In the classroom of later generations, some teachers said that history is accidental, but history is inevitable. So is it an accident or an inevitable one?
Fei Qian doesn't know either.
Sometimes Fei Qian feels like an undercover agent in a later spy movie. He has thousands of thoughts in his mind, but he can only keep silent.
If you don't tolerate the pain, you don't know how to endure it. If you don't travel, you don't know the pain of crossing. When you are ordinary, you envy those people who call for wind and rain, but you don't know that the storm may not be what those people want. It's not that you don't want to stop, but sometimes you don't want to stop at all.
Can't come down.
Just like now.
"Shuye, Chengyuan, how do you think this letter should be handled?"
It's not about how to look at it, but how to deal with it. The implication is that it must be dealt with, it just depends on what method it needs to be used.
Huang Cheng had changed into a military commander's standard armor. Although it was not exquisite, it exuded a sense of strength in its simplicity. Huang Cheng had already read the letter, smiled naively, and said: "If you don't accept it, I'll beat you.
Just accept it”
This is a relatively straightforward, but effective approach.
Fei Qian nodded and turned his gaze to Ma Yan.
Ma Yan handed the letter back to Fei Qian, thought for a while, and said: "There are other methods, but they are more time-consuming, so I also agree with the direct crusade. This matter itself is unreasonable for the Zhang family. But it is the Zhang family who said
It’s not too big, it’s not too small, and the Zhuangzhai in the east of the city is considered rigorous and orderly, so I’m afraid there will be some losses.”
The so-called other methods are nothing more than building momentum, asking Hedong County to mediate, or using the conscription again, etc., but the time spent will be relatively long.
"Do you want to fight?" Fei Qian muttered softly, thoughtfully.
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Huang Xu was stomping around in the tent, circling back and forth, while Jia Qu was sitting upright and upright.
"If you ask me, just take action! The Zhang family is nothing! Master, let us watch here, isn't it just to prevent these idiots from causing trouble? I don't believe how many soldiers and horses the Zhang family can have, how many days can a single village stand up to them?
?”
Huang Xu muttered and waved his arms, as if he wanted to wipe out Zhangjiazhuang Village in one fell swoop.
In Huang Xu's mind, this matter was all the fault of the Zhang family's greed. All the documents were signed, and now they actually regretted it and then said they wanted to renegotiate the price. How can there be such a beautiful thing in the world?
Since etiquette doesn’t make sense, just use your fists!
It's not that Huang Xu doesn't know how to use his brain, but he feels that this kind of thing is clearly a provocation, so how can he bear it?
If Fei Qian and Fei Lang hadn't repeatedly told Huang Xu to follow Jia Qu's arrangements before setting off, Huang Xu would have led his team to besiege Zhangjiazhuang Village by now.
Another hidden thought in Huang Xu's mind is that since Fei Qian handed over the Anyi camp to himself and Jia Qu, it means that he and Jia Qu can lead the army alone, but they can't deal with such small things as the Zhang family.
I'm not sure, wouldn't it be like throwing a dog into the mud as soon as I stepped out?
Naturally, Huang Xu was unwilling to accept this.
For Huang Xu, who is more eager to prove his abilities, Jia Qu is relatively more stable and thinks more.
Jia Qu himself was from Hedong, so he naturally knew what kind of class the Zhang family belonged to. In his opinion, it was against common sense for the Zhang family to adopt such an approach.
The Zhang family is not a big family, nor is it powerful. At most, they are just a middle-class and powerful country man with only 700 or 800 guards. What qualifications do they have to challenge them?
Unless the Wei family is behind it.
If it were a separate Zhang family, Jia Qu would have the same idea as Huang Xu, just deal with it before talking about other things. But now that the Wei family is involved, it will not be easy to handle.
The Wei family is not only famous in Hedong. In addition to Anyi, there are also quite a few villages in Wenxi, Linfen and other places. There are six or seven large and small villages. The big village has more than a thousand guards, and the small village has about a thousand guards.
Hundreds, on average, each Zhuangzi has five or six thousand people, calculated based on the number of guards guarding the Zhuangzi.
Huang Xu walked up to Jia Qu, bent down and stared at Jia Qu and said, "Liang Dao, just one sentence, can we send troops?"
Jia Qu also looked at Huang Xu and shook his head seriously.
Huang Xu suddenly felt a little angry. He shouted loudly, stamped his feet, flicked the tent curtain, and left.
But not long after he walked out, Huang Xu opened the curtain again with a huff and walked in. There was a letter in his hand, sealed with bright red paint.
"This is my lord's reply to you!" Huang Xu handed the letter to Jia Qu, and then showed no intention of avoiding it. He stretched his head, obviously wanting to read it together.
Jia Qu smiled. Anyway, there was no need to hide anything about this matter, so he checked the paint, and then opened the letter with a bamboo knife...
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On the top of Anyi City, a soldier watched the Feiqian Camp from the turret for a long time. He saw that the order of the entire Feiqian Camp was as usual and there was no sign of mobilizing the soldiers. Seeing that it was getting late, he retreated from the turret and turned around.
Turning a corner, I found a military commander who was sitting on a horse in his ear hole, leaning against the wall, with his feet crossed, holding a small vinegar gourd and sipping mature vinegar in small sips.
"Er Heizi, is there something going on outside the city?" As soon as the military commander saw the soldiers, he immediately lowered his crossed legs and asked.
"This... Your Majesty, there's no movement yet... I've been staring at this all day, and I'm almost blinded... This, I guess there won't be any movement..." Erheizi bent over
Waist, he said with a smile.
"You're such a coward, you piece of shit!" The military commander stretched out his hand and slapped Erheizi on the forehead, not lightly or hard, "I told you to notify me if there's any movement, you just stared at it for a damn while to estimate this,
Estimate that, why don't you estimate it from heaven! Go back and stare!"
Erheizi had a shy face, chuckled, and said: "Hit! Hit! I'll go right away!" Although he said this, he didn't move his steps, staring greedily at the little vinegar gourd in the hands of the military commander.
Licking his lips.
"You melon skin!" Although the military commander cursed, he still handed the little vinegar gourd to Erheizi, and then watched Erheizi take a big sip, and then snatched it back with distress, "Why don't you feel sour to death?
Shredded skin!”
After taking a big mouthful of vinegar, Erheizi's whole body trembled, and he let out a long breath, "It's so sour, it's so beautiful!"
The military commander was ready to kick him, but Erheizi ran back in a hurry.
The military commander laughed, sat down again, crossed his feet, shook the gourd, and frowned, obviously still feeling a little distressed.
As a result, not long after he sat down, Erheizi ran back with a flutter, panting and saying: "...there is...there is...there is movement! There is movement!"
Jun Hou stood up in a hurry, but almost hit the wall above his head. He quickly supported his crooked helmet and said, "Let's go and take a look!"
The weather is hot, heat stroke...and the concubine has grown a long back...ahem...it's prickly heat...
