The World of Yellow Sky

Zhang He couldn't help frowning when he saw Zhang Liang roaring under the high stage.

"kill!!!"

But on the towering platform, Liang Yan just closed his eyes slightly, and his tone didn't even fluctuate.

"When today's son is indulging in pleasures, the world is suffering from drought, and taxes are increasing day by day, what's wrong with me waiting to be promoted to the common people, but for a lifetime!!!"

Zhang Liang was dragged to the ground by the warriors of the Han army, but he still held his head high and refused to lower his head, his eyes almost bursting with fire, he loudly questioned the crowd on the high platform.

All the Han generals on the high platform were silent, and Huangfu Song looked at Zhang Liang, who was hysterical below, expressionlessly.

Liang Yan's eyes widened, he threw the document in his hand on the high platform, and shouted loudly: "Kill!!!"

The soldiers of the Han army had already attacked from behind Zhang Liang.

……

"kill!!!"

A low roar suddenly came from the crowd, awakening Zhang He in his memory, and several soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army stepped forward.

"kill!!!"

The yellow angels standing on both sides were flushed, and the halberd's halberd slammed the ground violently, making a muffled sound.

"kill!!!"

The four generals raised their eyebrows and shouted sharply.

Xu An raised his left hand, clenched his fist, and shouted for a while.

All eyes were on Xu An.

……

The prison inside Jingxing Pass was dark and damp.

Several mice screamed and swept across the aisle quickly. The dim firelight danced and reflected on the wall, drawing long, long shadows.

Zhang He half leaned against the wall with his head down, as if he was dead.

But he was still alive after all, Xu An did not kill him, he was thrown into prison by the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Tread, step, step..."

In the darkness, heavy footsteps came from a distance.

Zhang He raised his head and looked towards the aisle. A long shadow was getting shorter and shorter, walking towards him.

Chapter 82 Shaken

Armor gives birth to lice, and thousands of surnames die.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles.

Life and people are left with one hundred, and the thought of it will break the human gut.

"Why bother?" Zhang He couldn't help sneering when he saw Xu An walking into the prison alone. "Or, do you want to avenge the blood and hatred for your mentor with your own hands?"

Xu An walked into the prison and sat directly in front of Zhang He. Zhang He was tied up by five flowers at this time, and there were two chains attached to the wall, so it was impossible to cause any harm to him.

"I heard that you were a military officer in the Han army when you fought in Quyang."

"Isn't it a miracle that the general Ren Gong who captured Taiping Road? Why was he just promoted to the commander of the army?"

Zhang He's pupils shrank slightly, and it was almost known that the emperor favored the ten permanent servants, and he even sold officials and titles. Although he captured Zhang Liang, it was obviously a great achievement, but he was only promoted to the commander of the army.

The reason is that there is no extra money to bribe the eunuch, and his credit was almost taken away. If it wasn't for Huangfu Song's reasoning, I'm afraid that the credit would not have his share.

And those generals who have no military exploits can rise steadily, which is simply ridiculous.

Zhang He couldn't help frowning, this matter weighed on his heart, and it really made him hard to let go.

Xu An looked at Zhang He's face and continued, "In the seven years of Guanghe, there was a severe drought in the world. No grains were collected, but taxes were not reduced."

Xu An stood up, looked down at Zhang He who was sitting on the ground, walked to the side, and said slowly: "I am waiting for the common people to suffer through hardships, the officials are corrupt and bullying me, and I am living in poverty, but I have to bear countless burdens. Taxes, can General Zhang see the corpses on the official road?"

Speaking of the severe drought, Xu An only felt that there was a layer of fog in front of him, a scene like the hell of Avici, which was deeply engraved in his mind.

Hungry and dying on the road, the bones are in the wild, and the official roads are full of scrawny corpses. It is a purgatory on earth.

Xu An took a deep breath, sat back on the ground, and asked Zhang He word by word.

"Dare to ask General Zhang, what's wrong with me waiting for the promotion of Xiaomin but begging for a lifetime?"

Zhang He trembled suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Xu An in front of him, his Adam's apple rolled several times, but he didn't say anything. It seems to overlap with Zhang Liang.

Xu An stared into Zhang He's eyes, his tone involuntarily increased a bit, and he continued to speak.

"Have you ever thought about it? There are still more than a dozen 'Jingguans' in Xiaquyang and Guangzong. Why do people dare to rise up, and even swept the entire Jizhou, and dared to risk the world's greatness and the serious crime of linking the nine clans? To rebel?"

Zhang He lowered his head and closed his eyes, but his body was still trembling.

"Eat Han Lu alive, die as Han Chen..."

"Han Lu!?" Xu An stood up abruptly, "What is Han Lu? Is this world's corn planted by the Son of Heaven?"

"Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, day by day, month by month, year by year, countless small people who rise up and work in the countryside all day long, have the Han Lu in your mouth."

"But that's it, I don't know how much tax I have to pay in a year. I'm waiting to grow thousands of corn, but I only want one meal to survive, but the wine and meat of Zhumen are stinky, and the road is starving to death."

Xu An glared at Zhang He and asked loudly, "When those officials ran rampant in the countryside and robbed a family of the last rations, did you Han ministers ever feel a little soft-hearted?"

"Don't tell me I'm not worthy to live in this world when I wait for the promotion of Xiaomin?"

Zhang He was silent, because he really didn't know how to speak.

"The imperial court said that I will use demon words to deceive people's hearts, gather robbers, and bring disaster to Shenzhou..."

"Do you know that countless hungry people starved to death on the way to escape the famine, they starved to death on the side of the road, and when they starved to death at home, there were countless corn and dried meat in the government warehouse!"

"Is this the Han Lu in your mouth?"

……

"When you have enough food and clothing, you think this world is like this? It's ridiculous!"

Zhang Liang's words before his death echoed in Zhang He's ears again.

Zhang He let out a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, stared at Xu An in front of him and asked, "Why are you telling me this? There are countless yellow scarves that died in my hands..."

"I just want to know, what are you guys thinking..."

Zhang He closed his eyes again, with thousands of thoughts entangled in his heart.

The years of military service in the army, General Huangfu's high regard for him, the seven-year drought in Guanghe and the battle in Xia Quyang, the humiliation of military exploits, and the ridicule of angels, all haunted him together.

Armor gives birth to lice, and thousands of surnames die.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles.

Life and people are left with one hundred, and the thought of it will break the human gut.

Xu An turned to leave, the candle flickered, leaving only an elongated shadow.

"The imperial court calls me a 'moth thief' and an 'ant thief', but we just want to eat a full meal..."

Chapter 83 Emperor's Edict

At the gate of Ye City, merchants and passersby came and went, but there was not a trace of war.

As if the countless rebels in Jizhou were just a dream, they did not have any influence on the residents of Yecheng.

After all, not to mention the tens of thousands of county soldiers around Yecheng. At this time, the Mu Huangfu Song of Jizhou was in Yecheng, and there were still dozens of 'Jingguan' in Quyang and Guangzong. Who would dare to Flirting with the tiger whiskers of Jizhou shepherds?

At the city gate, a team led two sergeants to carefully check the documents of the businessman. On both sides of the city gate stood dozens of sergeants with top-heavy helmets, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

"The inquest is correct, you can enter the city."

The team leader of the Han army nodded, handed the bamboo piece to the leader of the caravan, and moved out of the way.

"Thank you for being accommodating."

The caravan commander grinned and cupped his hands, his broad sleeves brushed over the arm of the Han army leader, and then he greeted the caravan behind him and drove into the city.

The Han army led the way to feel the weight in his hands, a smile appeared on his face, and he stuffed the copper coins in his hands into his waist as if nothing had happened.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

A rush of hooves suddenly sounded, which was particularly harsh among the crowd.

The Han army's smile suddenly solidified on his face.

Could it be that someone rushed through?Wouldn't the patrol sergeants outside the city warn in advance?

"Disperse the crowd!"

This Han army rate also followed Huangfu Song from the mountain of corpses to kill the generals. In the battle of Quyang, Huangfu Song summoned soldiers from all over Jizhou to ask for the Yellow Turbans.

"promise!"

Dozens of sergeants responded and sang promises, quickly dispersing the crowd at the city gate.

The leader of the caravan was sweaty on his forehead, and he stood beside the Han army and said nervously, "This...my goods haven't entered the city..."

The team leader of the Han army frowned, and after thinking about it, he still said: "Enter the city quickly, and don't cause chaos!"

"Good, good, good..."

The commander of the caravan said a few good words, quickly pulled the pack horse, and greeted the people behind him to speed up the speed of entering the city.

The Han army led several sergeants against the flow of people in the caravan and walked outside the city gate. He seemed to hear only the sound of the hooves of a horse, which proved that it was impossible for a foreign enemy to invade.

Sure enough, when the Han army led the team out of the city gate, they saw a knight in red galloping towards the city gate with a negative feather on his back.

The knight saw four or five sergeants pouring out of the city gate, waved the official document in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Military emergency report!"

The Han army shrank its pupils and saw the blood-red flag on the knight's body clearly.

A roll of yellow dust is rolling, and the horse has already galloped past the side of the Han army.

The team leader of the Han army immediately reacted, and he shouted loudly at the sergeant waiting at the city gate: "Make way!"

The sergeant on guard at the city gate was also relieved when he heard the order, and quickly made way for a road, the knight jumped out of it, and the horse stepped on the blue brick at the city gate of Yecheng with four hooves.

The warhorse galloped past the caravan at the city gate like lightning. A pedestrian could not dodge in time, and was brought to the ground by the advancing warhorse, but the knight on the horse did not stop for a bit.

In the Yecheng Overwatch Council, Huangfu Song was flipping through the bamboo slips in his hands.

Huangfu Song frowned. He had already written a letter asking Jizhou to exempt the land rent for one year, but the ten permanent servants listed various items and charged various taxes.

The reason for the current rebellion in Jizhou, Huangfu Song knew very well, those people were simply unable to survive before they rose up. The chaos just settled, and the plague broke out again. Although Huangfu Song sent medical officers to help, it was only a drop in the bucket.

And the taxation is increasing, and finally all the remaining people are forced to rebel.

"Ugh--"

Huangfu Song let out a long sigh. He actually felt a little tired from fighting for the country all his life, as if all his efforts were not worth mentioning. The majestic giant, the big man, seemed to be terminally ill.

Long Shi Liang Yan looked at the tired look on Huangfu Song's face, and felt a burst of distress in his heart. The Yellow Turban Rebellion affected the eight states of the Han Dynasty, and the momentum was huge.

But what I did not expect is that just after the Yellow Turban Rebellion subsided, the emperor listened to the slanderous words of the ten permanent servants and sold officials to collect money.

"Military emergency report!!!"

A loud shout came from outside the house, interrupting their thoughts.

Huangfu Song opened his eyes and glanced at Liang Yan, the wooden door had been pushed aside by the soldiers outside the house, and a red-clothed sergeant with a negative feather and a blood-colored flag on his back had stepped into the house.

The clean and tidy ground instantly had several more shoe prints covered with mud, but no one would care about them at this time.

The sergeant knelt down on one knee and offered the document in his hands with both hands.

Liang Yan approached to take the document, only to see four big characters written in scarlet letters, "Immediately delivered", and looked back at Huangfu Song.

Huangfu Song stood up and saw Liang Yan looking back at him, so he nodded.

Liang Yan took a deep breath and opened the document. When he saw the text on it, he felt dizzy, his eyes darkened, and he could barely stand.

"Uncle Ying?"

Huangfu Song knew something was wrong. Liang Yan had known him since Yanmen Pass, and he had never seen him so rude.

Liang Yan has also experienced strong winds and waves. Although he lost his temper for a while, he immediately recovered. He stabilized his mind and said slowly to the sergeant in the room, "You should step back first."