Chapter 20 Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is here to stand
In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, politics was dark and people's livelihood was in decline.
In the imperial court, eunuchs and relatives engaged in intrigues and deceived each other, taking turns to disrupt the government; locally, powerful landowners and separatist warlords committed evil acts, and there were successive years of famine, resulting in human tragedies such as "people die together" and "people eat each other".
It’s not that Zhang Zicheng didn’t know these things before, but all of them were just background, used to set off the heroes, magnificence and military power in troubled times.
Until now, the historical aspects that can never be truly shown in movies and TV dramas are coming towards me without any cover.
Looking at the people who had been tortured by disease and hunger and transformed into human beings, Zhang Zicheng did not even dare to look directly at it. It was a scene even more cruel and terrifying than the bloody corpses.
Because the pain and torture contained in it is far beyond what can be compared to the physical wounds.
The depressed mood finally made the original comfort in Zhang Zicheng's heart disappear.
He looked at the screen seriously and watched as Zhang Jiao treated the villagers and then opened an altar to offer sacrifices to drive away the disease in the well.
Seeing that Zhang Jiao had left two members of the Taiping Religion behind to take care of the old and young in the village, he ignored his persuasion and headed to the next disaster-stricken village without stopping.
This kind of disaster cannot be solved in a short time even if the imperial court allocates funds to send people, let alone two Taiping members who actually come from poor families. It is helpless to keep them. The most they can do is help take care of them.
Check out the hungry people in the village and see if you can help plant some fields at the end of spring planting.
Zhang Zicheng is thinking.
This Three Kingdoms world is different from the previous world, giving him a strong sense of identity, making it impossible to treat it as a random game.
Coupled with the fragility of low-dimensional people, if you want to help low-dimensional people, walking on thin ice is a kind of contempt, it is like riding a bicycle on tofu silk.
Fortunately, at least he now knows that he can reduce the dimensions of game characters.
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Halfway through the journey, Zhang Jue's face suddenly darkened and he coughed violently. When he opened his hand, he saw that his palm was full of blood.
When the person behind him saw this, he lost his composure and said: "Great Master! You!"
Zhang Jiao waved his hand casually and said: "Zhang Bao, don't panic, it's just that the epidemic has backfired. It's not like it hasn't happened in the past."
Zhang Bao couldn't help but stepped forward and said in an excited tone: "But you have never used spells so frequently before! I'm not asking you to stop, but you only need to cultivate carefully for more than a month to recover. Only if you cultivate well
Only by protecting your body can you help more people!"
When the others heard what Zhang Bao said, they also advised: "Great sage, please take care of yourself!"
Zhang Jiao was silent for a moment, scanning the surrounding yellow sand.
This is not a desert. A few years ago, this was an ordinary hill with sparse trees.
But a few years ago, the Yellow River changed its course. First it was flooded, and then there were successive droughts and locust plagues. No crops could be grown even on the land that was cared for by humans. The grass in the wilderness had long been uprooted and used for food, and the bark of the trees was torn off for food.
Come and satisfy your hunger.
He shook his head slowly but firmly and said, "No, although the best time for spring planting has passed, we can still plant some more seedlings."
"The imperial corvee has become more and more heavy. There are no young people in the village, only the old and the weak, and it is difficult to work. In addition, the plague is raging. If we wait until the autumn harvest, there will be no harvest this year, and the people will have no choice but to die."
"This is still enough for spring planting, and it is worth tens of thousands of dollars. I insist now and save more villages, so that the villagers can have more energy to cultivate the land. As long as there is some rain this year, local officials can avoid reporting local disasters.
If we pay taxes this autumn, the people will be able to live, and the people will be able to survive."
Listening to what Zhang Jiao said, one of the Taiping followers suddenly couldn't hide his sorrow and said loudly: "Even if the imperial court can exempt this year's autumn tax, will the prefect here exempt it?"
"I'm afraid if I don't report the epidemic while collecting taxes as usual, I will end up with a lot of money!!"
"In the past years, has this happened less often? Has there ever been less than one case?"
These words interrupted Zhang Jiao's next words.
He stared blankly at the congregant, but didn't seem to be looking at him, his eyes were blank.
The long sky, why is it so thin?
"In this world...isn't there a way for ordinary people to survive?"
Obviously we only need one less corvee, one less tax, and one more rain.
Thousands of people can survive in this age of constant disaster.
However... natural and man-made disasters keep coming.
Heaven will bring disasters, and humans will cause disasters.
You can't hide, you can't escape, you are huddled in a corner, but you will be pulled out, and you will throw away the belly with a steel knife, and search the intestines and squeeze out the last drop of blood marrow.
Zhang Jiao took another shaky step and suddenly coughed up blood.
Congregants around him hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but Zhang Jiao pushed them away and continued to move forward.
"Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as stupid dogs..."
"The Son of Heaven is ordered by Heaven to rule all the people on behalf of Heaven..."
Zhang Jiao's beard grew angry, he raised his fingers and shouted: "What kind of heaven are you here? What kind of land are you here?"
"What kind of emperor are you!? What kind of people can you conquer!!"
After his death, all the members of the congregation were filled with grief and anger.
At this moment, all the past experiences, insights, and wisdom in Zhang Jiao's mind came together.
The obscurity of the imperial court, the change of dynasties, a cry from Daze Township, the philosophy of Huang Lao's philosophy of managing the world, and the happy legends of the people during the Yan and Huang Dynasties.
In today’s desperate world, the beautiful vision described in the Taiping Jing.
The spiritual altar in his mind was clear, and his thoughts were spinning, condensing his life into sixteen simple words: "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky is standing! If you are six years old, the world will be blessed!!"
"Boom!!"
There was a loud thunder in the sky.
The congregation behind Zhang Jue didn't know whether they were shocked by Zhang Jue's words or frightened by the thunder in the sky.
Not only them, but even Zhang Zicheng didn't know where the thunder came from.
He only knew that at the moment when the thunder exploded, his emotions were aroused and his chest was like a thunder drum because of Zhang Jiao's words.
"System, what happened with that thunder just now?"
System: [That is more than conventional, the impact of high-dimensional information on low-dimensional.]
[But please don’t worry, because there is no direct dimensionality reduction, the energy that low dimensions can receive is extremely low, almost too subtle to be calculated.]
[And because your emotions are clearly directed, they are only transmitted throughout the earth's atmosphere.]
In other words, this thunder was heard by the entire low-dimensional planet?
Zhang Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't shatter half the galaxy like he said hello before.
It doesn’t matter whether you hear it or not.
On the other hand, a system that is extremely happy to obtain even one ten-trillionth of its power says that the energy transmitted is too small to be calculated, which seems to be extremely small.
Putting this matter aside, Zhang Zicheng looked at Zhang Jiao on the screen and said to the system: "System, continue to reduce the dimensionality of the voice I sent on the mobile phone."
System: [Accepting orders, on standby.]
Zhang Zicheng nodded, picked up the phone, and hesitated for a moment.
In the end, I decided that when facing this Taoist whom I admire from the bottom of my heart, I would not show off or show off, but just say seriously and cautiously: "Okay, I'll help you."