Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

In the last years of the Han family, the life of the people was difficult, and the road was not peaceful.

Few people are willing to travel far away when there is nothing to do, and the reason is very simple. Traveling far away must take mountain paths.

And the mountain bandits and bandits are indispensable on the mountain road.

Being robbed of money is still light. After the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the Yellow Turban soldiers wandered into the mountains and became Yellow Turban thieves. If they met, they might lose their lives.

When Dong Zhuo entered the capital, there was turmoil in the court, and the life of the people below was already sad, and they were going to be harmed by others, which made the people's voices even more mournful.

The shade between the mountains and forests makes it difficult for people to see what is in the mountains.

Only occasionally the trees sway slightly, making people feel as if something is passing by.

In the forest, there were two bright sword lights, and two men dressed like bandits were squatting behind a tree and looking at the mountain road outside the forest.

Here is a height, from here you can see if there are any passers-by on the entire mountain road.

"Hey, it's been a long time, and there's no one there. Let's take a rest."

One of them wiped the sweat from his forehead, it was a bit stuffy in the forest, and the two of them were still squeezed together, it was really uncomfortable.

"Who can be, there may not be half a shadow passing by this road for the past half month. It's just bad luck that we were drawn to check."

Another stronger man cursed, threw the knife in his hand on the ground, walked aside and leaned against a tree and said.

"I don't want to look at it anymore. After watching it for so long, my eyes are so dry."

"Hey, rest for a while." The thin bandit nodded, sat aside, and complained for a while in silence.

"It's not easy to be a bandit these days."

"What are you talking about bandits?" The burly man gave him a sideways glance: "Remember, we are called the Yellow Turban Army, not bandits."

As he spoke, he sighed: "If the three generals are still here, how could we have fallen to this point?"

Unfortunately, the three generals are no longer there.

The man lay down powerlessly, and said in a low voice: "It's obvious that the Han family is not righteous, and I waited to start the incident. I obeyed God's will, how did it become like this..."

The Yellow Turban Army, the remnant army left over from the Yellow Turban Uprising, is now scattered all over the country and it is difficult to become a force.

Speaking of the Yellow Turban, this matter may have something to do with Gu Nan.

When Gu Nan passed by a small town, he just wanted to drink a pot of wine.

When buying wine, I found that I had no wine money in my hand.

A young man settled the bill for her, took a few jugs of wine, and sat down on the side of the street with Gu Nan to have a good drink.

The people on both sides saw the man in the bamboo hat and the young man reeking of alcohol walking around.

The young man got very drunk, and only after he got drunk did he realize that the young man had no money in his hands, but his life was hard and his heart was depressed, so he came to buy a big drunk.

Just happened to meet Gu Nan, so he said to drink with Gu Nan.

The young man didn't drink well, and he got drunk after not drinking much.

He vaguely remembered that the person he invited to drink took out a box and asked him to pick a book, and he just took one.

When he sobered up, he found that he was lying in the suburbs. The man had disappeared, and he was holding a book in his hand called Taiping Essentials, followed by Taiping scriptures.

The young man could read a few words, and after reading it, he was astonished as a celestial being, thinking that he was a god.

Later, he established the Taiping Sect, which turned Huang Lao's thoughts into teachings and spread them widely.

The teaching of Taiping Tao says that people are supervised by ghosts and gods, and they do good and evil to increase or decrease their lifespan. Therefore, it is required to teach more to do good and less to do evil.

Evangelism by curing diseases and disaster relief, and recruiting believers.

When the people were in dire straits, the Taiping Sect came up with the trend, saying that the sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the year is Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous.

The Yellow Turban brought about a chaotic world, but what the young people brought was not the providence of the world as the young people thought, but a mighty turmoil.

In October of the same year, he died of illness in the army. He didn't understand until he died, why he did so when he obviously obeyed God's will to save the people.

The Yellow Turban was defeated, but it was also the Yellow Turban Rebellion, which really shook the foundation of the Han Dynasty.

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The burly man lying under the tree was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he heard his companion wake him up.

"Hey, look, there, there's someone there."

"Someone's."

He woke up frowning, raised his knife, and looked down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain was a passerby in white clothes. The passerby was wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a box on his back. He walked unhappily, standing between the mountain roads and passing by.

"Snatch it?" asked the thin companion.

The man was silent for a while, and put the knife down again: "Forget it, I'm just a passerby, how much money can I have on me?"

"No, I think the box behind him seems to be quite heavy." There was some eagerness in the companion's tone.

"What's the point of robbing someone?" The man gave his companion a glance.

"It's hard for people to do what they do. If we want to rob, we rob officials. Do you know that?"

The companion hesitated for a moment, and finally waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, listen to you."

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The land of Jiangdong.

The waves on the big river are rolling away, the houses on both sides of the river are scattered, the flowers and trees are blooming, and a small boat passes by the river.

Different from the outside world, Jiangdong Land still has some stable appearance.

The scenery of Jiangdong is indeed as beautiful as the rumors say.

Mostly, the breeze is blowing on the shore, and the flowers are red.

The boatman stood on the boat, shaking the oars, and the paddles rose and fell between the waves.

Sitting alone on the boat, his white clothes were blown by the river wind, with a bamboo box beside him.

At this time, she was covering her face with the bamboo hat on her head, leaning against the side of the boat to take a rest.