Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1174 No Choice
Brazil, although the name sounds like west of Berkshire, but it is actually north of Berkshire, well, don't ask why.

Brazil, Berkshire, and Padang are collectively called Sanba. Later, when Zhang Fei was stationed in Berkshire, he liked to sing and dance after drinking. Many people thought it was a trend, so they called it Sanba Dance, which was widely spread...

Cough cough cough, well, the above is all made up.

However, people always live between dreams and reality. They either choose dreams or reality, or continue to dream in reality, or contact reality in dreams.

Huang Quan sat by the water in Jialing, watching the surging river, silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the old servant at the side looked at the sky, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Shaolang...it's time to go back..."

"Well," Huang Quan nodded, glanced at the setting sun that was about to fall into the mountains, and couldn't help muttering: "A gentleman is in service, and he doesn't know the period. The sun is not the moon, how will it be? Living in Jie, sheep and cattle are enclosed, why don't you think about it?"

The old servant obviously didn't understand Huang Quan's reformed gentleman, so he just stood aside respectfully and said nothing.

"Let's go home..." Huang Quan waved his hands and said, and then walked home first.

The Huang family is not the largest in Langzhong, but it is not the smallest either. There is a large courtyard by the Jialing River, which is where the Huang family gathers.Along the river, I met many members of the Huang family along the way, and Huang Quan also greeted them one by one, with a thoughtful and stable manner, just like in the past.

"Father..." Huang Quan entered his father's study, prostrated himself on the ground, and kowtowed, "...the child can't wake up in the morning and make up his mind at night, and serve the front...the child is not filial..."

"Get up..." Huang Quan's father frowned, and said slowly, "Have you made up your mind?"

Huang Quan was silent, just looked down at the pattern on the mat under the table, as if the pattern in the middle of the mat had an answer.

"The Jingxiang Huang family and the Brazilian Huang family have the same surname, but they do not have the same origin..." Huang Quan's father said slowly, "It's okay to refuse... the prefect of Hanzhong, although he ranks two thousand, he is a puppet and has no real power... ..."

"I know it too...if not..." Huang Quan said, "There are so many surnames in Langzhong, how can I be with the Huang family? My son is willing to add color to the Huang family, even if the future is rough, he will not follow suit..."

The prefect of Hanzhong is indeed just an empty shelf. With Nanzheng Zhang, the governor Liu Dan, and the long history left by General Zhengxi, how can a foreign prefect sing under such three mountains? play?

But you don't have a choice, do you?
The call-up order was sent directly to Langzhong and to the front of Huang's family.

Do not choose?
What do the rest of the big households in Langzhong think?
Everyone knows that Zhengxi's wife's surname is Huang, but even if they apply for the job by themselves, the rest of the big households in Langzhong will think that their Huang family really has nothing to do with the Jingxiang Huang family?
In the past few days, the constant stream of visitors came to drop by when they were idle and bored?
Those members of the Huang clan who hadn't seen each other for many years also rushed over, showing their faces to some extent, saying that brothers and sisters cling to each other. If they don't go by themselves, wouldn't these people's thoughts be wiped out? What would these people think?
Even if it's just a false name, the Huang family also needs this false name...

Although Huang Quan didn't know why General Zhengxi knew his name and sent the call-up order here, but at the moment, no matter from that point of view, he had no choice.

The lines between Huang Quan's father's brows became more and more profound, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Idiot..."

Huang Quan bowed again and bowed his head to the ground.

"Forget it..." Huang Quan's father took a small wooden box from the table, put it in Huang Quan's hands, and said, "This is a keepsake for my father and King Du Youji... When you go north, you might as well go to worship it , you can recruit parts, just in case..."

Father Huang said it lightly, as if the token was very simple, but Huang Quan knew that it was actually a talisman of the Huang family, but for his own sake, his father took it out and gave it to himself.

The scorpion man is also known as the banchuang man.

Because he is brave and good at fighting, he is also good at singing and dancing, so he has always performed very strangely on the battlefield. When King Wu of Zhou defeated Zhou, he got the help of the Congren, and there were only 3000 people in the charge of the Congren at that time. , while King Zhou's army on the opposite side is said to be 700,000...

Zongren went to battle, singing and dancing on the battlefield while killing the enemy. Perhaps he had never seen such a battle mode full of artistic beauty and romantic feelings on the battlefield. The morale of King Zhou's soldiers quickly fell to the bottom and they fled in all directions. This battle was called "King Wu defeated Zhou, singing before and dancing after".

Later, Liu Bang was able to rule the world, and the Cong people also contributed a lot. Later, Liu Bang rewarded the Cong people and allowed some preferential policies. Cloth can be used to pay taxes. Therefore, in the Han Dynasty, the Zi people multiplied and settled in Langzhong, and gradually prospered.

As long as such a token is held in the hand, it is equivalent to an extra foreign aid of the armed forces. When others want to move the Huang family, they must think twice, but now Huang's father directly handed over this token to Huang Quan. hand, let it go directly to use.

Because Zhang Ze in Hanzhong suppressed the rebellion before Ban Chuman, it must be impossible for Ban Chuman to take refuge in Zhang Ze's place, so as to ensure his loyalty to Huang Quan.

"Father..." Huang Quan hesitated while holding the wooden box.

"Go..." Huang Quan's father waved his hand and said, "Since the decision has been made, let's do it... Rest early and start tomorrow..."

"only……"

Huang Quan bowed again and withdrew.

Father Huang sat behind the table, lowered his eyes, and watched Huang Quan's figure stretched extremely long under the reflection of the setting sun. Go away, and finally disappear at the door.

…………… ZTE sword, naturally it is the imperial power, a great book friend………

"Master Uncle! We have no choice! We must fight, we must fight!" Ma Chao jumped and shouted, the veins on his forehead popped out, "The little thief who conquered the west, killed a certain clan brother, destroyed a certain song, this revenge If it is not reported, how will the Ma family gain a foothold?!"

Han Sui frowned, his nose and eyes almost wrinkled together.

Damn, you also know that you are "Ma Shi"?

It's hard for you Ma Shi to get a foothold, is it related to my half five baht coin?Is it Lao Tzu who caused you to fail? Is it Lao Tzu who sent your clan brother to die?

At the beginning I advised you to come back together, but I didn’t want to. Well, now that I’ve suffered a disadvantage, I’m calling again. Is it because I owe you something?

"Master Uncle..." Ma Chao didn't look at Han Sui's face, or pretended not to see Han Sui's expression, and continued, "It's already midsummer, and autumn is about to begin! Uncle! Guan Zhongqiu is coming soon! If Xiao Zhengxi The thieves harvested the autumn grain, took a breather, and stabilized the Guanzhong. In the past, they will surely march westward! How will you and I deal with ourselves then?"

Hide here and stay still?
There is a fart in hiding!

Even if you can stay in a corner, how long can you last?Use the barren Xiliang to compete with the rich Guanzhong?This fucking has been contending for decades, isn't it enough?

"Um……"

Han Sui's brows loosened a little, does this sound like human words...

This is not just a relationship on the side of the couch, it is also Han Sui's wish for many years. Why doesn't he want to live in Guanzhong, and really change from wearing a leather robe to wearing a brocade robe. The stinky Qiang people who bathed twice, but the fragrant and tender Guanzhong, Shandong, or even Jianghuai beauties?
Just like what Ma Chao said, if General Zhengxi stabilizes Guanzhong, then Han Sui's wish will be like a dream in the mirror, and he can only look away and sigh.

"...Tell me, nephew, what are you going to do..." After pondering for a long time, Han Sui finally spoke.

"Snatch it all, burn it all, kill it all!" Ma Chao said viciously, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, "Snatch all that can be snatched, and burn those who can't be snatched! Kill all soldiers and civilians along the way! Make it impossible for the Zhengxi thief to gain a foothold in Guanzhong!"

Compared with Han Suilai, Ma Chao had less choice, and even less choice.

Because of this failure and Ma Dai's death, the small voices that had been silenced in the family reappeared.

Even those Qiang people had some changes in the way they looked at Ma Chao.

How can this make Ma Chao bear it?
Ma Chao urgently needed a victory to stabilize his status and prestige among the Qiang people, and he had no other choice.

However, Han Sui still didn't let go of his brows. What Ma Chao said just now was too vague. There was no exact execution goal and no direction of attack. Such a plan did not satisfy Han Sui.

Han Sui has already passed the age when a few empty slogans can incite blood to boil. He needs a more practical and feasible action plan.

"Uncle..." Ma Chao took a step forward, lowered his voice, and continued, "The little thief Zhengxi is here to transfer grain to Wudu...we can do this..."

In the end, after careful consideration, Han Sui agreed to Ma Chao's plan.

Looking at Ma Chao's farewell figure, Han Sui's eyes flickered, and his originally puzzled expression quickly turned into anger, and then became a little indifferent...

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Dong'e County.

It was almost midnight, and there were some small sounds from the corner of the gate tower.

"uncle……"

This uncle screamed weakly, like a mosquito chirping in the ear, and if you don't pay attention, it will miss it.

"You child, are you hungry again?" In the darkness, an old voice replied, "There is nothing to eat...be patient, go to sleep...you won't be hungry after you sleep..."

"Oh..." The young voice responded in a low voice, and tried to curl up a little smaller, so that the hunger could subside a little.

There are still two months until autumn. Normally, it should be the time to wait and look forward to the harvest, but in the hearts of Dong'e people, not only is there no joy of harvest, there is only endless fear...

In the cultivated fields outside the city, even half a grain of grain could not be found.

No matter how hungry a farmer is, he is reluctant to kill the food when the grain is about to mature, but the locusts don't care.The locusts all over the sky flew from the western sky, covering the sky and the sun, like a movable curtain covering the sky and the sun, covering the sky of Dong'e County.

The grass is bald.

The leaves are gone.

Of all the arable land, only the roots of the seedlings less than an inch long are left...

The locusts ate everything that people could eat and what they couldn't, and there was nothing left.

The locusts were full, or they should have nothing to eat, so they continued to fly eastward, leaving Dong'e with endless worries and fears.

What's next?
A stone of rice has been sold for 600,000 yuan in the market, and there is no market for it, so there is not much quantity at all.In the past few years, a stone of rice was two or three hundred yuan.

Between the sky and the earth, everything is an inextricable dark color, as if human blood has been exposed for a long time, and it has turned into that kind of red and black color.

Above the wilderness, a little fire flickered, and then a line of queues slowly appeared, heading towards Dong'e County...

"The rat-catching team is back..." The soldiers on duty shouted loudly, "Ready to open the city gate!"

Although it is already midnight, normally the city gate should not be opened, but in this extraordinary period, who would take this rule to heart?
What's more, this was originally the order of the county magistrate Cheng Yu.Five days ago, the county magistrate ordered that soldiers be dispatched to hunt rats in the barren mountains and fields outside the city...

"Uncle... the rat-hunting team is back..." The half-child couldn't sleep at all, and when he heard the sound, he quickly lay down on the battlements, and said while watching, "...the smell of blood is so strong..."

"Come back! Don't look at it..." the old voice called.

The half-sized man didn't move, "...I heard people say that when I went to hunt rats outside the city yesterday, a senior officer and five soldiers were killed by rats... Uncle, why are wild rats so powerful... Yes, I heard that the county magistrate is recruiting members of the mouse hunting team again..."

The old man couldn't help raising a few points: "Get back! Shidanzi, get back!"

Seeing that his uncle was angry, Shi Danzi ran back quickly.

"...Your father died early..." The old man said with a sigh, "...I don't have the money to marry a wife, so I treat you as my own... Over the years, I haven't been able to make a name for myself... It’s because of you that you were starving and freezing along with me…”

"Hey, uncle, what are you talking about..." Shi Dan said, "Don't uncle take good care of me..."

"Shidan, listen to your uncle..." The old man held Shidan's arm tightly and said, "No matter what time it is, don't go to the rat hunting team! Don't even look at it!"

"Why?" Shi Dan opened his eyes wide, looking at the old man with clear eyes.

"No reason!" The old man couldn't help but feel more strength in his hand, "If you're told not to go, don't go! Don't even look at it!"

"...Oh... I see..." Although Shi Dan felt puzzled, he agreed first, "...But, Uncle, I heard that the members of the rat hunting team eat rat meat..."

The old man raised his hand angrily, but hit himself in the face.

"Uncle! What are you doing!"

"Shidan..." The old man held onto Shidan's arm tightly, his eyes filled with boundless fear and sorrow, "If you recognize me as an uncle, just listen to what my uncle said...and want to be your own... You can't eat this rat meat, if you eat it, you will no longer be a human being, but a ghost, a ghost..."

(End of this chapter)