It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

He had exhausted most of the skills he had learned over the years.

Establish a religion and establish beliefs to attract wealthy believers.

Use the money donated by the wealthy gentry to help the people as much as possible.

So that more people will not starve to death.

But just a severe drought wiped out everything he had done.

He does not hate the rich, if these people's wealth is accumulated bit by bit through their own efforts.

Zhang Jiao only respects this.

But as far as he could see, every landowner and wealthy gentleman was not lying on the mountain where the bones of the common people were piled up, knocking the bones and sucking out the marrow in order to maintain their gorgeous appearance.

Every grain of rice they eat and every copper they use are the blood and tears of countless people.

What is the difference between this and the parasite in the body of Old Man Liu's son?

Now, under this once-in-a-century drought, people are starving to death on the roadside, while the landlords and wealthy gentry are huddled in their homes.

Enjoying the luxurious life obtained by exploiting the common people.

With his current reputation, he can easily find protection from wealthy families.

But if he doesn't do anything, how many people will starve to death this time?

No matter how good my medical skills are, is it possible that I can still save people who are starving to death?

If we continue like this, if we can survive this famine, there will be a second and third famine.

The tycoons will only continue to occupy people's land.

Until everyone in the world becomes their slaves!

It is not that the Han Dynasty has no loyal ministers, but in their hearts, their relatives and eunuchs are what they are most worried about now.

I am worried that the emperor is young now and will be deceived by these traitors.

And he was often moved to tears by his loyalty.

As for the people, they are like the weeds in the fields and the ears of wheat in the rice fields.

If you cut off a stubble, it will naturally grow back next year. How can it be compared with the noble emperor?

Zhang Jiao closed his eyes gently, and the conversation between himself and his master in his early years suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Learning the Qihuang technique can save one person, but can it save ten thousand people?"

"As long as the younger generation keeps moving forward, one day we can save thousands of people."

"You can save ten thousand people, can you save the whole world?"

A tear streaked from the corner of Zhang Jiao's eyes.

The man muttered to himself.

"It can't be saved, Master. Studying medicine can't save this world!"

"Brother, are you okay?"

Zhang Liang woke him up from his memories.

Zhang Jiao looked at the countless weak Taiping Dao believers in front of him, laughed sadly, and shook his head slightly.

"I'm fine, but there's something wrong with this world.

The big man is finished. "

. . .

The drought continues.

More and more people are dying of hunger.

Those officials who were worried about the emperor were still fighting against their relatives and eunuchs.

A few local officials who care about the people are just a drop in the bucket under such a tide and cannot change anything.

But no one expected that a huge wave was slowly brewing under the seemingly calm water.

When this wave takes shape, it will be a torrent sweeping the world.

Thirty-six square canals span the land of seven states. In March, the day changes.

But when it came to February.

One day, Zhang Jiao was discussing with a few key members in a tent the plan for the uprising in a month.

Zhang Liang suddenly rushed in.

"Brother, it's not good.

Ma Yuanyi was torn apart by the imperial court! "

"what!"

Zhang Jiao stood up suddenly.

"what happened."

"Tang Zhou snitched and told the court all our plans!

I'm afraid Zhou Mu's troops to counter the rebellion are already on the way! "

"Tang Zhou, is it him?"

Zhang Jiao's face was calm.

But something Chu Xuan said before he left Shangqingguan flashed through his mind.

"Zhang Jiao, before I leave, I have one more skill I want to teach you.

It's called the Dragon Slaying Technique. . . "

"The Han Dynasty had been in Zuo for hundreds of years, and no one thought that such a behemoth would never collapse.

I also know that the fortune of the Han Dynasty is still there, and it is far from being destroyed.

But patience can never have good results.

Someone has to be the first to stand up.

You say so, Master. "

Zhang Jiao murmured softly.

Then he looked at the Taipingdao backbones who were watching him nervously.

"Everyone, I, Taiping Dao, are going to start an incident today!"

half an hour later

All the Taiping Taoists who were hiding here gathered under a wooden platform.

During the Han Dynasty, there was a theory of "Five Virtues".

The Han Dynasty is the virtue of fire, and fire generates earth, so the virtue of earth will replace the virtue of fire and rule the world.

Therefore, Taiping Taoists all wear yellow headscarves on their heads.

Zhang Jiao, wearing an earthy yellow Taoist robe, stood on a high platform, looking down at the dense crowd below.

Inspire your spirit and let your voice reach everyone's ears.

“The sky is dead, and the yellow sky must stand.

If you are in Jiazi, the world will be prosperous! "

"Heaven is dead!"

"Huang Tian is standing!"

"You are as old as Jiazi!"

"Good luck to the world!"

There was a roaring response from the crowd.

The cry was like a flame that burned higher and higher, and finally reached the sky.

In the midst of the raging flames, Zhang Jiao raised his head and seemed to see the Han Dynasty's four hundred years of national destiny condensed into a majestic golden dragon.

It opened its mouth wide at him and let out an angry roar.

Looking at this non-existent giant dragon, he opened his mouth and raised his mouth a little bit.

Until he smiled like his master, showing two rows of white teeth.

He bowed slightly to the golden dragon in the sky.

The words he spoke were filled with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

"The poor man Zhang Jiao asks the big man to die!"