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 do without food, clothing, housing and transportation, and food, clothing, housing and transportation cannot do without various commodities.
During the Great Han Dynasty, Luoyang was originally prosperous and the most prosperous in the world. However, after Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, the former Kyoto has been in a state of decline. However, burning 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, it is still risky to trade. 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.
Is there no capital business? If you don’t open for three years, you can live for three years after opening. Naturally, many people are willing to take risks.
Especially Nanyang.
This county, which used to be the hometown of the emperor, now has no noble appearance at all. 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 and 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.
Dahan once admired rangers.
Xia, in fact, is more often considered a lower-middle word.
After all, from the very beginning, it was "a hero who uses martial arts to break the ban", and the so-called hero who "serves 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, knights are allowed 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 encountered some things, and the normal process couldn’t go on, reporters and the media were invited. After a large amount of exposure, many difficult things suddenly became 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?
The rangers of the Han Dynasty were like this.
Guanzhong Sanfu Beidi wiped out the rangers. These rangers in the Han Dynasty could not stay on the hussars. Some chose to put down their swords and guns, while others could not 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.
Smuggling of salt, iron, and tea, 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.
Among Nanyang, the southeast of Wancheng can survive in the villages and cottages based on farming. 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. , making fighting for strength and ruthlessness the ultimate mainstream, a land of no man who can survive only if he is ruthless.
And during this period of time, a new stockade popped up in the area of ??Yunmengze, known as "Yibo Yuntian"...
Ok? 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, it has shrunk a lot due to the accumulation of sediment, but there are still a lot of swamps. It is really troublesome to march in?
Anyway, no matter 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 dared not move, and the reputation of the cottage became more and more resounding. Many wanderers and gangsters who were struggling to support themselves began to attach themselves to this village...
But no one knows that the leader of this cottage, the leader with a **** scar on his face, is not a ranger, but Lei Bo, Yuan Shu''s general...
『When will we do it? 』
Lei Bo lowered his head to pick up the rice, the huge **** scar on his face was wriggling like a centipede, which was daunting. 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 with the appearance of a nobleman replied somewhat casually.
Lei Bo stopped picking up the rice, put down the bowl, stared at the young man, and chewed.
The **** scar was beating.
『How can I know the master''s arrangement? However, counting the time, it will 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 eat.
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, as a way of saying hello to Lei Bo, and left straight away.
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 Yunmengze, reflecting the water glistening and orange. It also reflected the **** 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, he couldn''t help but gently touched the scar on his face.
Scars are big.
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 stop ...So, I won...』
『Who wants to be a thief all his life? Brother, you forced me, and I have no choice... Soon, in two months at most, I will be a general again... And you, hehe, hahaha...』
…(╬￣-￣)…
Good medicine tastes bitter.
However, not all bitter tastes are good medicines.
In the dark medicine soup, an old figure was reflected, and the ripples immediately spread, and the figure dissipated.
Liu Biao closed his eyes and drank the medicine in the bowl.
Fu Xun knelt on one side, with worried 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 stay a little longer..."
『Master…』Fu Xun bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly.
『Gongti...』Liu Biao was silent for a moment, then looked at Fu Xun and said slowly, "A certain person 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-and-so naturally trusted my brother-in-law... Speaking of which, back then when a certain entered Jingxiang, there were no soldiers or generals around him, only Uncle Ji and you by his side... In the blink of an eye, time flies by like an arrow ...All these years, thanks to Gongti''s hard work...』
『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.
"Nowadays the country is in turmoil, and the court is in constant disputes... Cong''er is still young..." Liu Biao raised his head, a cloudy tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, "Jingxiang is also difficult to return to one heart... If someone is not rich, the Cai family will inevitably dominate... Gong Ti still needs a lot of help, don''t let Cong''er be subdued under Cai...』
『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... Gongti will secretly share this thing with Conger..."
Fu Xun focused his gaze, 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...I’m tired...』
『My lord…』
『Go…』
Fu Xun lowered his head and was silent for a moment before bowing again and backing out.
Liu Biao maintained a gentle expression until Fu Xun''s figure disappeared at the corner of the corridor. The face that was originally like a clay sculpture and wood carving, but the gray eyebrows suddenly fell, and immediately raised!
This raise is full of murderous aura.
…(她盘哦)…
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.
Gu Gu Lu Lu.
The wheels of the vehicle were pressed against the bluestone slab, and then one wheel was pressed against a piece of gravel, and I couldn''t help but jump!
Fu Xun''s body was tilted, and he quickly supported the railing with his hands, and then suddenly felt that something seemed wrong, he 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 with a pleasant smile.
...(⊙o⊙)...
『There is wax on this thing...』 Thin beads of sweat emerged from Fu Xun''s head, and he couldn''t help wiping it off with his sleeve.
Cai Hao pinched the bamboo tube and said with a smile: "Don''t worry, Gongti...you must be perfect..."
After finishing speaking, Cai Hao 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..."
"etc! ’Fu Xun stretched out his hand, ‘General Cai! Take this step, but there is no turning back! 』
The corners of Cai Hao''s mouth cracked, revealing two white teeth, "Did Gongti think he could turn around?" 』
Fu Xun looked at Cai Mao steadily, 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, bowed 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, but has not returned to Wan!" 』
Fu Xun''s face changed, "Hussar General..."
Cai Mao laughed, "General Hussar''s family has a great career, how could he value Jingxiang, a tiny place..." At the end of the laugh, it was a little hoarse.
『Now we can only save ourselves! ’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 together, and finally formed a large sweat bead, which rolled down and dripped on the side of the small bamboo tube, staining the wooden floor with a round 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 Mr. Cai is unfaithful, but because Mr. Cai was born in Jingxiang and grew up in Hanshui, so he must protect it." 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, next to Sanya was a disorganized person.
The slightly immature Fei Qian prostrated himself in front of Liu Biaotang.
On the altar where the swearing-in master went south, the banners were flying.
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 time he took a step, he grew older, and finally the original tall and straight figure became the current crooked body...
『This is not Liu Gong’s fault...』Cai Mao’s faint voice came from Fu Xun’s ear, "It’s not the right time... But what a deal..."
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 in silence.
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 watch 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 a white beard knelt down and put his face on the wooden floor.
Cai Mao 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 inside is curled up a piece of silk that seems to have some words written on it.
Cai Mao stretched out two fingers, and slowly pulled the silk cloth out of the bamboo tube...
『According to the emperor’s kindness, shepherding Jingzhou, since the self-government, discipline and law, employing people to administer, dare not compare to the sages...』
Cai Mao skipped quickly, then his eyes widened suddenly, and six words appeared 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 cold on his back, penetrating into 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.
Throughout the whole process, Cai Hao sat aside, staring straight at the small bamboo tube.
About half an hour later, the old man with white beard put down the bamboo tube, "Patriarch, it''s sealed..."
『…』Cai Mao nodded, barely maintaining a steady tone, "Thank you... You can stay in the backyard temporarily. If you need anything, just talk to the manager..."
The little old man left.
『What a good Liu Jingzhou... what a good 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)