Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 2024 It's not my fault, you forced me

The Jingxiang Wancheng area can be regarded as the gateway to the Central Plains.

The so-called portal, of course no one likes their dilapidated portal, but the current Central Plains portal is really not very pretty.

People cannot live without food, clothing, housing and transportation, and food, clothing, housing and transportation cannot be separated from various commodities.

In the Han Dynasty, Luoyang was originally prosperous and the most prosperous in the world, but since Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, the former capital has been in a slump, but the burning of Luoyang does not mean that the world's commercial firms have been burned and the exchange of commodities has been cut off.

Especially Jing Xiang.

On the whole, for Jingxiang, because of its own ecological system, and because it has been relatively outside, and has not been directly involved in chaotic disputes, the economic system is not bad, and the commodity trading is relatively busy.Especially in the Wancheng area, due to the passage of commercial routes and the relatively strong influence of Hushi General, a relatively stable market has been formed.

It's just that in such a market, if you want to trade, it is still risky.Of course, there is no problem within Wancheng, but if you go out of Wancheng and go a little farther, often due to the lack of government control, all kinds of smuggling and looting have always been prevalent and banned repeatedly.

For a business without capital, if you don’t open for three years, you can live for three years after opening, which naturally makes many people willing to take risks.

Especially Nanyang.

This county, which used to be the hometown of the emperor, now has no noble appearance at all, and the glory and pride it once had has no place to put it now.

It was May, and the sun was gradually getting hotter. As far as the eye could see, there were mostly wild mountains.The densely populated villages and fields in the past are now sparse and deserted, and even the official roads are showing a dilapidated scene of disrepair.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, mostly gentry, merchants, and a large number of guards with weapons.Of course, there are also individual lone rangers, but they are not as chic and heroic as in later generations of film and television.Even the children of the gentry, when they marched on the way, most of them wore rustic and shabby clothes, their beards and hair were messy and messy, but the only thing that shone was the swords and soldiers.

It's like holding a gun in the kingdom of rice reduction, you can use it, but you can't.

Those who play the banner are more or less courageous and glaring, while those lone rangers, even if they look tired from lack of sleep, when they land or hit the tip, they first patrol everyone in the field of vision with vigilant eyes to see who is fat Sheep, who is the poor ghost, who is the hunter, and who is the prey.

The big man once admired the ranger.

Xia, in fact, is more often regarded as a word below the middle.

After all, from the very beginning it was "a chivalrous man using martial arts to break the ban", and the so-called "fighting for the country and the people" is actually similar to Ye Gong. It is a beautiful wish. If it really comes true, it will not be so beautiful.

After all, let knights come to serve the country and the people, so where are those people who should have been for the country and the people?Let the knights uphold justice, so what did the institution that was supposed to uphold justice do?So the bigger and more righteous the chivalrous deeds are, it can only explain one thing...

It's like when later generations encounter some things, and the normal process can't go on, they invite reporters and the media. After a lot of exposure, many difficult things suddenly become easy to handle. This is not a normal state in the first place.So this kind of work process has made some reporters and some media famous. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?
This is the case with the rangers of the Han Dynasty.

The Sanfu Beidi in Guanzhong wiped out the rangers. These rangers in the Han Dynasty could not stay on the hussar's chassis. Some chose to put down their swords and guns, while others couldn't let go of their original lives. They left Guanzhong Beidi and came to Nanyang.

Because Nanyang has basically been corrupted after Yuan Shu, and the official structure of the Han court has basically disappeared, so even if someone commits a crime and kills someone in this place, it is easier to deal with than other places, and there will be no other problems. Trouble.The so-called car and boat store feet should be killed if they are innocent. If it is next to it, it is somewhat wronged, but here, one counts as one, and clean hands and feet are almost rare.

Salt, iron, tea smuggling, all kinds of shady businesses, as long as there is profit, someone will do it.The higher the risk, the greater the profit. Driven by various interests, bandits and road bandits are as numerous as a cow's hair. If someone who doesn't know what's inside jumps in, I'm afraid they will be eaten to the bone !

The court has the rules of the court, and the ranger naturally has the way of the ranger.

In Nanyang, the southeast of Wancheng can survive in the villages and cottages based on farming, and it is not a good thing. Even if it looks like a farmer, it is just like a farmer...

This kind of ecology has been extending southward until the border of Cao Cao and Sun Quan. It has become the most common ecological environment in this area. Ordinary villages and chaotic cottages are completely integrated. Compliance with laws and regulations is a joke in this area. , so that fighting for strength and ruthlessness has become the ultimate mainstream, and whoever is ruthless can survive in a no-man's land.

And during this period of time, a new village has popped up in the area of ​​Yunmengze, which is called "Yibo Yuntian"...

Um?Why not "Walk for Heaven"?Haha, that's impossible. After all, such a slogan is almost equivalent to raising the flag to rebel. Although rebellion is nothing now, it is not something that can be shouted casually.

Because the cottage was unexpectedly rich and well-fed, so for a period of time, almost every day and every moment, there were many scattered rangers and gangsters who came to watch the wind. The remnants of Zhang Jiao's subordinates who were defeated in the chaos, as well as the fugitive soldiers of various princes, etc. Anyway, all kinds of desperadoes kept gathering.

The strange thing is that the rise of this new village seems to have been ignored by the surrounding princes.

Maybe it's because although Yunmengze is not as huge as it was in the pre-Qin period, and has shrunk a lot due to the accumulation of sediment, there are still many swamps. It would be somewhat troublesome to march in?
Anyway, whether it is Liu Biao, Cao Cao, or Sun Quan, it is like a three-way zone, and they have nothing to do.Under such circumstances, without knowing it, the three parties dare not move, and the reputation of the cottage is getting louder and louder. Many wanderers and wanderers who are struggling to support themselves, the ranger and the single gang, began to attach themselves to this village...

But no one knew that the leader of this cottage, the leader with a bloody scar on his face, was not a ranger, but Yuan Shu's general Lei Bo...

"When do you do it? 』

Lei Bo lowered his head to pick up the rice, and the huge bloody scar on his face wriggled like a centipede, which made people feel daunted. Maybe the rough wheat grains were not easy to swallow, and Lei Bo didn't eat fast.

"You will know when the time comes..." A young man who looked like a nobleman replied somewhat casually.

Lei Bo stopped picking up the rice, put down the bowl, stared at the young man, and chewed.

The bloody scar was throbbing.

"How can I be clear about my lord's arrangement?"However, counting the time, it will only take a month or two..." The young man obviously felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he added another sentence.

Lei Bo stared, his throat moved, and then he lowered his eyelids and continued to cook.

The young gentry boy frowned for a while, seeing that Lei Bo didn't speak and he had nothing to say, he felt extremely bored, hummed twice, cupped his hands casually, and left directly as a greeting to Lei Bo.

Lei Bo ate the last grain of barley into his mouth, then put down the bowl, raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, then stood up and walked out.Many people saw Lei Bo along the way, and they all bowed down to salute. Lei Bo also grinned back, as if he didn't have the gloomy look in the hut just now.

All the way up is the back mountain, and gradually there are fewer people.

The setting sun falls from the edge of Yunmeng Lake, and the water is shimmering and orange red.It also reflected the bloody scar on Lei Bo's face, as if it was split open again, and blood gushed out.

Lei Bo closed his smile, the haze on his face rolled back, and he couldn't help but gently touched the scar on his face.

The scar is huge.

The wound must have been deep.

"This is not surrendering to the enemy...Brother...It was you who were wrong, not me...In this world, only whoever is ruthless can survive... Cao Gong is more ruthless than Yuan Gong, so Cao Gong won...I am more ruthless than you , you stopped...so, I won...』

"Who wants to be a thief all his life?You forced me, brother, and I have no choice... soon, in at most two months, I will be a general again... and you, hehe, hahaha...』

...(╬￣-￣)...

Good medicine is bitter.

However, not all bitter tastes are good medicines.

In the dark medicinal soup, an old figure was reflected, and the ripples immediately disappeared, and the figure dissipated.

Liu Biao closed his eyes and drank the medicine in the bowl.

Fu Xun knelt on one side, with worry in his eyes, "Ming Gong, how do you feel?" 』

Liu Biao exhaled slowly. "better than nothing……"

Liu Biao smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "If you still have the courage to ride into Xiangyang alone...hehe, you can hold on for a little longer..."

"My lord..." Fu Xun bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly.

"Grand Brother..." Liu Biao was silent for a moment, then looked at Fu Xun and said slowly, "Someone said something earlier... so I won't repeat it..."

Fu Xun raised his head, there seemed to be tears in the corner of his eyes, "My lord!Xun Dingran will do his best to assist Young Master Cong...』

Liu Biao closed his eyes slightly, "Heh... so naturally I can trust my brother... Speaking of which, when I entered Jingxiang, I had no soldiers or generals by my side, only Uncle Ji and you by my side... In the blink of an eye, time flies by, Time is like an arrow... all these years, thanks to the hard work of Gongyi...』

"It's very fortunate for Xun to be favored by the lord..." Fu Xun kowtowed and said, "I won the important task entrusted by the lord, even if Xun was crushed to pieces, he would not dare to bear the lord..."

"Nowadays the society is in turmoil, and the courts are in constant disputes... Cong'er is still young..." Liu Biao raised his head, a muddy tear rolled down from the corner of his eyes, "Jingxiang is also difficult to return to one heart... If someone is not rich, the Cai family will inevitably be alone. Da... Gongti still needs a lot of help, don't let Cong'er be subdued by the Cai family...』

"My lord, please rest assured!Xun Ding lived up to the lord's entrustment! 』Fu Xun said it firmly.

Liu Biao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him calmly, then took out a small bamboo tube sealed with sealing wax from his sleeve, and handed it to Fu Xun.

Fu Xun was taken aback.

"This thing..." Liu Biao lowered his eyebrows, "I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter... If so... Gongyi will secretly share this thing with Conger..."

Fu Xun focused his eyes, then took a few steps on his knees, stepped forward to take it respectfully, and put the small bamboo tube into his arms.

"Grand Brother...let's go...someone is tired..."

"My lord..."

"Let's go..."

Fu Xun lowered his head and was silent for a moment before bowing again and retreating.

Liu Biao maintained a gentle expression until Fu Xun's figure disappeared at the corner of the corridor. His gray eyebrows suddenly fell down and then raised immediately on his face that was like clay sculpture and wood carving!
This raise is full of murderous aura.

……

Fu Xun walked out of Liu Biao's mansion with a small bamboo tube in his arms, and got into his own car, as if he was kicking a piece of fiery coal, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead unconsciously.

Googling.

The wheels of the vehicle were pressed against the bluestone slab, and then one wheel was pressed against a piece of gravel, and he couldn't help but jump!
Fu Xun tilted his body, and quickly supported the railing with his hands, then suddenly felt that something was wrong, suddenly raised his head, but saw Cai Mao's face not far away, on the window on the second floor facing the street.

Cai Mao nodded slightly, smiling pleasantly.

...(⊙o⊙)...

"This thing has wax paint..." Thin beads of sweat emerged from Fu Xun's head, and he couldn't help wiping it off with his sleeve, "If you break it rashly, if the lord asks again the next day..."

Cai Mao held the bamboo tube and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Gongti...you must have done a perfect job..."

After speaking, Cai Mao put down the bamboo tube and patted his palms lightly.

A rustling sound came from behind the screen, and an old man crawled out with his head bowed, "Meet the Patriarch..."

"Come on, look at this...can you do it?" 』Cai Mao handed over the bamboo tube.

The white-bearded old man took the bamboo tube with both hands, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said: "It can be done. 』

"good! Cai Mao nodded and said, "Then let's do it..."

"and many more! ’Fu Xun stretched out his hand, ‘General Cai!Take this step, but there is no turning back! 』

The corners of Cai Mao's mouth cracked, revealing two white teeth, "Could it be that Gongti thought he could turn around?" 』

Fu Xun looked at Cai Mao steadfastly, and Cai Mao looked at Fu Xun without blinking.

After a while, Cai Mao sighed and waved his hand.

The white-bearded old man put the small bamboo tube back, lowered his head respectfully, and then retracted behind the screen, rustling away.

Cai Mao held the small bamboo tube and said with a half-smile on his face, "Zhuge Kongming has stayed in Guanzhong and has not returned to Wan!" 』

Fu Xun's face changed, "Hussar General..."

Cai Hao laughed, "General Hussar's family has a great career, how could he value Jingxiang, a small place like this..." At the end of the laugh, it was a little hoarse.

"Now I can only save myself! ’Cai Mao put the small bamboo tube in front of Fu Xun again, ‘If my brother-in-law doesn’t want it, I just don’t want to look at it!It's just... In the place of Jingxiang, there are millions of people, and I am afraid that in the blink of an eye, people will be devastated! 』

The fine sweat on Fu Xun's head gathered, and finally formed a big sweat bead, which rolled down and dripped on the side of the small bamboo tube, staining the wooden floor with a circular spot like blood.

"Mr. Liu is naturally the shepherd of Jingzhou..." Cai Mao looked at Fu Xun and said coldly, "But Jingzhou is not Mr. Liu...it is not because Cai is unfaithful, but because Cai was born in Jingxiang and grew up in Hanshui, To protect one side of the country, one side of the people!The people of Jingxiang, thousands of households, live or die, just in the midst of a common sense! 』

Fu Xun's eyes flickered, and the scenes in his mind flickered like a revolving lantern.

At the Xiangyang city gate, Liu Biao stood proudly.

In the courtyard, beside Sanya, there are people in disarray.

The slightly immature Fei Qian bowed down in front of Liu Biaotang.

On the altar where the swearing-in master went south, there were flying banners.

The soldiers stood upright, amidst the roar of the golden drum, Liu Biao walked towards the top of the altar step by step, and every step he took, he grew older, and finally his tall and straight body turned into a crooked body now...

"It's not Liu Gong's fault..." Cai Mao's faint voice came from Fu Xun's ear, "It's not the right time... But what can I do..."

Fu Xun took a long breath, closed his eyes, opened them slowly after a while, didn't say anything, didn't look at Cai Mao, stood up, and walked out silently.

On the floor, next to the small bamboo tube, there are round spots surrounded by drops.

"..." Cai Mao was silent for a moment, then nodded, "You don't need to read it..."

...(;￢￢￢)...

"All right……"

Although the old man with the white beard was old, his hands were very steady. It took less than an hour to break through the sealant on the small bamboo tube and skillfully opened the bamboo tube.

The old man with the white beard knelt down and put his face on the wooden floor.

Cai Hao pondered for a moment, grabbed the opened bamboo tube, his hands trembling unavoidably, took a deep breath, and held the small bamboo tube in front of him.

The small bamboo tube itself is not big, and a piece of silk cloth that seems to have some words written on it is curled up inside.

Cai Mao stretched out two fingers, and slowly pulled the silk cloth out of the bamboo tube...

"By inheriting the emperor's kindness, shepherding Jingzhou, since the self-government, discipline and law, employing people for administration, dare not compare with the sages..."

Cai Mao skipped over quickly, and then his eyes suddenly widened, and six words were reflected in his pupils, "Prison Cai, kill Cai Mao"!
The strokes were like hooks, like knives, which caused Cai Mao's pupils to shrink sharply, and then some blood flowed from them.

A gust of wind passed through the hall, Cai Mao only felt the coldness on his back, piercing through his heart!
After a while, Cai Hao controlled his hands, re-rolled the silk cloth, and put it into the small bamboo tube, and then watched the white-bearded old man melt some wax finely with a tool, and bit by bit the small bamboo tube Reseal it.

During the whole process, Cai Mao sat aside, staring straight at the small bamboo tube.

About half an hour later, the white-bearded old man put down the bamboo tube, "Patriarch, seal it..."

"..." Cai Mao nodded, barely maintaining a steady tone, "Thanks for your hard work... You can stay in the backyard for now. If you need anything, just talk to the manager..."

The little old man left.

"What a Liu Jingzhou...what a Liu Jingsheng..." Cai Mao stared at the small bamboo tube on the ground, and then whispered after a while, "It's not my fault!"Liu Jingsheng!You forced me to do this! 』

(End of this chapter)