The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 212 The Meeting of Fate

The little girl's thin body instinctively shrank back a bit, but she couldn't resist the temptation of the food, and moved up to Lu Bu.

Looking at the bread that was handed over, the little girl didn't care about anything else. After taking it with her dirty little hands, she chewed it in her mouth and swallowed it quickly.

The look of eating in embarrassment obviously shows that he has been hungry for a long time.

Lu Bu stretched out his hand, and Wen Ji, who had just joined the group, saw the opportunity and immediately fetched the water bag and handed it to Lu Bu.Lu Bu passed it on to the little girl again, and said to her gently: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

She didn't care about it, she just gnawed on the cake in her hand, and when she couldn't swallow it, she took a sip of cold water.

For some reason, Lu Bu thought of the little girl who once tugged at the hem of his clothes in Zhuo County, who was also at an innocent age.

But they took on a burden that didn't belong to them at all.

After eating four pancakes in a row, the little girl stopped. She wanted to eat again, but her bulging stomach made a serious protest.

"It's really useless!" She said to herself, looking rather annoyed.

"Where's your family?" Lu Bu asked her.

The little girl raised her head, eyes full of confusion.

It was only then that Lu Bu noticed that although the little girl was wearing tattered clothes, her face was like a lotus, her eyes were shining like stars, and her delicate facial features were covered with dirty mud and dust.If you can wash and dress up, you will definitely be an extremely handsome beauty.

After the little girl was full, she seemed unwilling to leave, so she stood awkwardly in front of Lu Bu.

She knew that the big brother who stood up very tall in front of her was a rare kind person in the world.

Lu Bu saw the little girl's dazed expression, and he didn't know whether her family members were dead or alive, but he felt sorry for her, and she started wandering at such a young age.

"You go."

After a long silence, when these three words came out of his mouth, even he felt very cruel.

The little girl held on to Lu Bu's crotch, shaking her head non-stop.

Even so, it still failed to impress Lu Bu.

This trip to the south is to fight against rebels, not for sightseeing, and he must be responsible for the [-] lives behind him.

If it was in Wuyuan, Lu Bu could still find a family to raise him.But now she is in Yingchuan County, and she is not familiar with the place where she lived, so if she rashly finds a foster home, it may even harm her.

All Lu Bu could do was to let her have a full meal, that's all.

The little girl kowtowed at Lu Bu three times, and her mother often said, "A record of being favored by others for a thousand years", and just now she had firmly remembered Lu Bu's appearance.

But she hoped that the man in front of her could change her mind at this moment.

She is disappointed.

Looking at the little girl's slow and thin figure, Lu Bu sighed. He didn't even give her a ration.

There is a Zhou proverb: 'Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of a jade'.

If they were given three or five meals of food, they might be snatched up by the refugees around them as soon as they turned around.Let alone a little girl, even a brute can't resist her.

Chaotic world!

After watching this scene from a distance, the scholar in Confucian shirts patted the dust off his body. He looked at Lu Bu and spoke up: "The general wants to go south to suppress the rebellion?"

Lu Bu glanced at him, as if acquiescing: "What advice do you have?"

The man didn't answer, and asked another question: "Does the general know why the moth thief started?"

This question seemed to be very simple, and Lu Bu could answer it casually: "It is nothing more than the common people were bewitched by the so-called 'sage teacher' and gathered together to make trouble."

"Is that really the case?" the scribe asked further.

Lu Bu frowned. This person obviously had something to say, so he simply asked, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that Lu Bu didn't think about it at all, the gray-brown eyes flashed an imperceptible disappointment, but he answered patiently: "The moth thief didn't happen overnight. In the past two years, there has been a severe drought in the south, and many farmers have lost their crops. The imperial court did not care about it, and even increased taxes every year, and the local aristocratic families annexed land seriously."

"The local officials are corrupt, and the imperial court is evil. There is no way for the people to survive. Even if there is no great virtuous teacher, just come to Zhang Li Maqi, and they just need to raise their arms, and they will rebel."

"Therefore, the plague of moth thieves lies not with the common people, but with the imperial court."

The later he spoke, the more intense and indignant the scribe's words became.

If everyone had food to eat and fields to cultivate, who would want to rebel?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case.

But Lu Bu, he never studied the people's livelihood in these countries on weekdays, and what he read most were some classics on the art of war.

He has always believed that governing the country with a well-organized family and the safety of the country are the things that the big figures in the court should care about.

And he, just a frontier general, doesn't need that many brains.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Compared with what he said just now, this question made Lu Bu even more puzzling.

There was a rare smile on the scribe's sober face, "The general has kindness in his heart."

good?
Lu Bu looked slightly startled, and said like self-deprecating: "I am not a good man and a believer, and I am afraid that the people I have killed will make my feet feel cold."

The scribe didn't answer, he bowed to Lv Bu to say goodbye, and went north.

Before leaving, Lu Bu also happened to set off. He asked, "Where are you going?"

"Luoyang."

"What do you want?"

"Eliminate eunuchs and thieves, and help the Han Dynasty."

I didn't expect this person to look quite old-fashioned, but he had such a big ambition in his heart, he was disrespectful.

Lu Bu cupped his hands and said to him, "If you can't do it in Luoyang, you can go to Wuyuan in the north to try."

The scribe thanked Lu Bu politely, and his decision-making did not waver in the slightest because of this.

Only in Luoyang can he display what he has learned for many years.

Generals go south, scribes go north.

Forty miles to the south is Xinzheng.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor once built his capital here, and there are countless allusions about this place in the annals of history.

At the gate of Xinzheng City, the captain who was ordered to hunt for thieves last month was patrolling, and two low-ranking generals followed him on the left and right.

Just the day before yesterday, Zuo Zhonglang's general Huangfusong sent hundreds of elites to sneak out according to the advice of a son of the Xun family, and ordered the soldiers to tie up torches and climb up the city wall.

At that time, the Yellow Turban Army stationed on the outskirts of Changsha formed a camp according to the grass, and Qu Shuaibo was caught off guard by the Han army who set fire to the camp.

It was a strong wind that night, and the dry grass on the ground was blown by the wind, turning into a giant dragon that swallowed flames, and the flames were monstrous.

Huangfusong saw the fire, and at the same time lit the torches on the city, and then led the soldiers to beat the drums and rushed out.

The Yellow Turban Army was caught off guard. They were originally farmers and lacked the awareness of team fighting.In case of setbacks, they just fled separately.

Bo Cai, who is Qu Shuai, couldn't stop drinking, so he had no choice but to evacuate temporarily.

The Changshe was set on fire, beheading nearly ten thousand Yellow Turbans.

This not only brought confidence to the soldiers of the Han army, but also the first victory of the Han army after the outbreak of the Yellow Turban.

dong dong dong dong~
The dull sound of hooves came from far and near.

"Enemy attack!"

The older Kuang Meng young man on the left shouted in a low voice, and put on a fighting posture, but was patted on the shoulder by the riding captain behind him, and said with a smile: "Yuan Rang, the sound of horseshoes is coming from the north, how could it be possible?" Is it a moth thief?"

As if to confirm what he said, the team quickly showed their stature.

The cavalry pawns in bright armor, the red Han family banner bordered with black ink.

The leading general rides a red horse and holds a painted halberd, which looks mighty and extraordinary.

Captain Qi just wanted to go up to say hello, but from the general's mouth, he heard a deafening roar: "Cao Cao!"

The memory of the White Gate Tower came like a flood.

(End of this chapter)