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2-31 Heroes in the eyes of frontier poets

"Oh? Could it be that the hero that Brother Zhiyuan mentioned is Zhang Sian, Deputy Marshal Zhang, who defended Liangzhou on horseback?"

"It is this man. The northwest frontier has been a place where heroes have emerged since ancient times. With their golden swords and iron horses, and the bloody yellow sand, they have achieved many men's ambitions. Unfortunately, the imperial court has no intention of expanding its territory to the west. It only knows how to live in debauchery and live in debauchery. This time I came to the Western Regions to collect the scenery.

I want to write some poems about heroes to inspire the useless scholars in the Central Plains and let them know the hardships and bravery of the frontier soldiers."

"Brother Zhiyuan, this trip was really worthwhile. I witnessed the heroic deeds of the thirteen Liangzhou heroes with my own eyes. I could write dozens of poems about this incident alone..."

The two were chatting and unknowingly drank several bottles of wine. They were in high spirits when they were suddenly interrupted by the noise outside the window. They looked up and saw hundreds of ragged refugees gathering in front of the largest grain store in Liangzhou City.

, they were making a lot of noise. After listening carefully, it turned out that they were complaining about the price increase in the grain store. Yesterday it was only three taels of silver and a bushel of grain, but today it has gone up to ten taels. The clerk in the grain store looked condescending and ignored him at all.

The crowd below was excited.

"Profiteers! It's really hateful that at this time when a big country is struggling to make money, they are squeezing the people's fat and anointing!" the frontier poet said angrily.

His companion wondered: "The profiteers are running rampant, why don't the government care?"

The poet said: "Now the person in power in Liangzhou is no longer Cao Yanhui, but Cao Jun's son. Shuzi is thousands of miles behind his father. Now is the time to work together. How can we allow these profiteers to make huge profits? Look at those

The common people are sallow and skinny, selling their sons and daughters, how can their conscience bear it!" As he said this, he slapped the table and stood up and walked straight to the grain store.

The poet passed through the angry people and came to the grain store. He pulled off the water sign with the price of grain and stepped on it under his feet. After drinking, he roared: "The grain in your grain store is the hard work of these people."

What you grew was only a few bucks a dou when you harvested the grain, but now it has increased more than ten times! This is taking advantage of the situation. You are not merchants selling grain, you are bandits who cut off the roads. The bandits also leave some traveling expenses for others.

, you don’t even leave a way for others to survive.”

The clerk at the grain store was stunned by the scolding, but the people applauded in unison. The poet became even more crazy, pointing at the grain store and shouting: "It's understandable that God doesn't want people to live, you profiteers...

Why don't you let the people live? It's snowy in the cold winter, and many people can't survive without a bite of food. The people in the chaos of war are already suffering enough without their fields and homes. You are adding fuel to the fire. Do you have any conscience?

"

The poet's ability to incite is very high. The common people were originally begging the grain stores to reduce their prices, but now they are so powerful that they are scolding the grain stores for being evil. The poet took advantage of the situation and shouted: "The rich eaters!" Countless refugees swarmed forward with their pockets in hand.

The door panel of the grain store was knocked down in an instant.

A riot broke out. The hungry refugees broke down the grain store and stole a large amount of stored grain. How dare the clerks in the grain store stop him? They held their heads and shivered under the counter. The poet stood at the gate and looked up to the sky, laughing. His poems were full of enthusiasm.

Just as he was about to recite a poem, he suddenly heard a roar of chickens and dogs in the streets. The officers and soldiers had already arrived after hearing the news.

This grain shop is owned by Liang Canjun, and the backstage is tough. When a commotion breaks out here, the officers and soldiers rush over to them, waving knives and sticks and beating them. The refugees are so skinny that they lie down wherever they can fight against the officers and soldiers.

On the ground begging for mercy, a woman clutched the grain bag tightly and refused to let go, crying: "His father hasn't had water or rice in three days, and he won't be able to survive if he doesn't eat. Please be merciful and give us a way to survive."

"

The officers and soldiers hesitated for a moment, then the officer shouted: "Hit me, let's see if they still dare to steal food, it's outrageous!"

The soldiers rushed forward and smashed them with the backs of their swords. The people held their heads and begged for mercy, wailing all over the place. The poet couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and said: "Stop!"

Because he was wearing a long robe with a sword at his waist and no grain bag in his hand, the officers and soldiers did not notice him. However, when he stood up and choked, the grain shop clerk recognized him, pointed at him and shouted: "This guy is the one who picked it."

The trouble started."

The officer sneered, swung the whip and struck. The poet stood proudly and motionless, preparing to take the whip forcefully, but the whip did not come down, and the officer's arm was tightly grasped by a big hand.

"Deputy Commander Zhang...they are robbing food." The officer looked at Yuan Feng with a look of disbelief and had no choice but to put down his whip.

"If you don't rob, are you waiting to starve to death! Listen to my order, let the people go, and let them take the food." Yuan Feng said firmly, his voice was loud and decisive, the officer was startled and whispered: "This is

Deputy Commander Zhang should think twice about the grain store opened by Liang Canjun's family."

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"If anything happens, I'll be responsible for it myself. Just let me go." Yuan Feng glanced over with lightning eyes. The officer didn't dare to look directly at him. He was about to lead people away when he suddenly saw Liang Canjun coming in angrily from a distance.

He shouted: "Don't let a mob go!" Behind him was a group of guards and soldiers. The army quickly blocked the intersection, with swords unsheathed and arrows cocked, as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

Liang Shenjun rushed on horseback without looking at Yuan Feng. He commanded his soldiers and horses to surround the people who were snatching food. The soldiers rushed into the crowd and pulled out all the young and strong men. Although the poet had no food on him, he was also captured.

He grabbed him, pushed him down on the roadside, and his arms were tightly grasped. Behind him stood an axe-wielder, who seemed to be preparing to kill a group of thugs in the street as a warning to others.

The refugees were crying and shouting, and rushed to save their relatives, but it was too late, and they were blocked by the soldiers with their guns. At this time, the streets were full of onlookers, and everyone was watching this tragic scene with cold eyes.

The people of the state are no better than the refugees. The food stocks in their homes have basically been exhausted. They can only rely on selling their products to buy food. Today it is the refugees who are looting food, and tomorrow it may be them. It is no wonder that the government is ruthless.

Hand sanction.

Yuan Feng looked at all this with a dull expression. Although he was the deputy commander, he had no military power and was even excluded from high-level meetings. The bodyguards and soldiers who were still in control before were now under the control of Liang Shenjun. He was no longer a member of the army.

It was a dignified commander. Looking at his arrogant eyes, you can see the darkness and filth in this man's heart.

When Liang Canjun saw that the executioners were already in place, he shouted loudly: "Gather a crowd to cause trouble, deal with it severely, and behead immediately!" As he said this, he waved his riding whip fiercely. Before the executioners could raise their axes, there was a sudden sharp sound.

The shout came: "Stop!"

The person who spoke was none other than Yuan Feng. The soldiers present were all guards and pro-army personnel. They did not like Liang Canjun very much. On the contrary, they admired Yuan Feng, General Yamen, who had led them through life and death. He said hello,

They all stopped. Now Liang Canjun was angry and shouted: "If you don't respect orders, you will be punished by military law!"

With a "swipe" sound, Yuan Feng drew his sword and placed it on Liang Canjun's neck. At the same time, Liang Canjun's soldiers also drew their swords out of their sheaths. However, due to Yuan Feng's reputation, they did not dare to step forward. They could only stand in front of Liang Canjun.

Bluffing on the side.

"Why are the people so innocent? Why are they being slaughtered?" Yuan Feng asked one word at a time. At this time, the street was completely silent. Everyone was watching this incredible scene. Deputy Commander Zhang actually went to war for these humble refugees and Liang Canjun.

Daozi, it seems that there are good people among officials.

Liang Canjun was not frightened. He used two fingers to pinch the blade on his neck with disdain. Yuan Feng pushed forward fiercely and immediately cut Liang Canjun's neck. Only then did he realize that he was afraid.

Pretending to be calm, he said: "Shouldn't they be killed if the rioters are robbing food?"

Yuan Feng said: "Yes, they are robbing food, but it's because of you profiteers! A bushel of chestnuts sells for ten taels of silver. You are breaking the bones and sucking the marrow. The people did not die under the swords of the Turks, but died from you."

In the hands of these profiteers, you are manipulating food prices and arousing public anger, are you still reasonable?"

The crowd suddenly burst out with a "Okay", and then cheered one after another. They all cheered for Yuan Feng's question. Liang Canjun said: "General Zhang, you are openly going against the eldest son. To tell you the truth, today

I have killed these unruly people, and if you want to let them go, you have only one way, and that is to kill me."

Liang Canjun was confident. He expected that Yuan Feng would not dare to go against the eldest son. He had to kill these rebels today and overwhelm Zhang Sian in terms of momentum. Firstly, he would avenge Feitian Restaurant. Secondly, these grain shops were his own property.

Kill people to establish your authority, and no one will be afraid of you in the future.

But Liang Canjun ignored Yuan Feng's courage. In fact, it was Yuan Feng's idea to provoke the refugees to rob food. Many refugees died of cold and starvation these days. Cao Jun drank and drank without paying attention to political affairs. His salary was just a drop in the bucket, so

He arranged for some people to mix among the refugees and prepare to take the lead in smashing grain stores and grabbing food. Unexpectedly, Liang Canjun responded so quickly. He quickly led his troops to arrive and killed people to establish his authority. How could Yuan Feng sit idly by and do nothing, so with what he has now?

One scene.

Liang Canjun is his mortal enemy, and he is also a cunning guy. Three Yuanfeng might not be enough to play tricks with him. In order to save these people, there is only one way to go. Yuanfeng gritted his teeth and said: "Okay,

It’s up to you!”

The steel knife was sent forward, and Liang Canjun's head fell to the ground!

Everyone was stunned. Yuan Feng threw away the knife and said: "Let these people go, I will take responsibility for anything."


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