Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

After Lu Bu woke up from the shock, astonishment, bewilderment and confusion, he didn't rush out to see what happened with his own eyes, but turned his head slowly and stared at Yan Qing inquiringly.

It's a pity that the flaw in Yan Qing's eyes only existed for such a short moment. When Lu Bu reacted, he had already perfectly covered it up and disappeared without a trace.

From Lu Bu's point of view, his lord's face, which was as smooth as jade, was calm and breezy, without any trace or trace, and his expression was as usual.

Even with his sharp eyes, he couldn't see any clues.

It made him more confused.

Lu Bu thought to himself that his memory was not very good, but he could generally remember things related to the lord clearly.

Especially before this, there was only one celestial peach tree that was born by the lord, and he kept it with the army like a treasure, and didn't let others touch it easily.

Its origin is also clear: the lord gave Guo Jia a celestial peach, and the remaining peach pit took root and sprouted on the spot, and became a tree in an instant, and the flowers never withered.

This time it's even more exaggerated: last time it grew on a dry and hard ground where not a single blade of grass grew, but this time it's a good thing, it even went up to the tiles on the roof, standing high and looking down on all sentient beings, but it must not be too eye-catching, attracting those who regard the lord as A congregation who worships and worships like a fairy?

Even if they didn't dare to trespass into the State Shepherd's Mansion, they all scrambled to get to the place where they could see the mahogany tree standing proudly, blocking the surrounding alleyways so that the soldiers couldn't stop them, and they couldn't clear them for a while.

Lu Bu didn't care about this. What he couldn't figure out the most was: how did it get to the top without anyone noticing it?

Lu Bu frowned, while scratching his head and thinking, while sneaking a few glances at Yan Qing.

Could it be that the lord stayed there not long ago?

As soon as this idea appeared, Lu Bu hurriedly dismissed it.

Not to mention that the lord has always stayed in the study room that is strictly guarded by the guards, and has never taken half a step. Even if the lord really hides from everyone's eyes, it is impossible for the lord to climb up to the roof with extremely vigorous and flexible skills without being caught. He found.

Lu Bu thinks his senses are quite sharp - if there is really a big living person lying on the roof majesticly, even if he can deceive anyone in the world, it is impossible to deceive him.

Yan Qing felt guilty, bathed in Lu Bu's eyes that thought to be hidden, but were actually burning, and became more and more uncomfortable.

He pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, interrupting Lu Bu's thousands of thoughts: "Since Feng Xian is curious, let's go and have a look."

Lv Bu was stunned, and said, "Here!"

Yan Qingfang heaved a sigh of relief.

When they got there, they saw Guo Jia, who was dressed fancy, standing in the front yard, gnawing on sugar cane while looking up at the peach tree.

"The lord is here?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps from far to near, Guo Jia calmly put down the sugar cane, took a wet towel to wipe his hands, stepped forward, and saluted Yan Qing.

"Excuse me." Yan Qing waved his hand: "Is there no chaos outside?"

Guo Jia smiled slightly: "It's okay outside, even if you don't care about it at all, the people will disperse after a while, but the one inside is more difficult."

Yan Qing asked in surprise, "Who is inside?"

Guo Jia didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lu Bu.

Yan Qing looked over suspiciously.

Lu Bu swallowed, and defended in a low voice: "It's not that Bu didn't stop it, but His Highness insisted on doing so. It's really hard to disobey the order."

A bad premonition suddenly appeared in Yan Qing's heart: "What happened?"

Lu Bu's eyes drifted: "His Royal Highness strongly requests, and I can't stop him. He can only pay a hunk of millet in one go, and he will be counted as a teacher."

Yan Qing's brows trembled: "Enroll in a religion?"

Guo Jia said, "Let me tell the story."

It turns out that seeing that Yan Qing has always been evasive and has been reluctant to preside over the Education Bureau, Guo Jia, Jia Xu and Chen Gong know what is going on, and it is not appropriate to procrastinate like this.

In any case, they had won the approval of Yan Qing, and they were not good at making proposals. They simply came forward to plan the general regulations after they made up their minds in private.

Not long after the Yellow Turbans that had been entrenched in Yuzhou for many years were completely eradicated, deserted fields were everywhere.

Except for the refugees who have nowhere to go and can only be settled by the government, or the ex-Yellow Turbans who have been taken as captives and are not qualified to serve as sergeants, no one is willing to make great efforts to cultivate them.

Promising benefits, lowering taxes, or encouraging farming with empty words, all had little effect, so Chen Gong came up with such a method.

Anyway, it is not good for this religion to have too much influence, and it may be suspected of imitating the Yellow Turbans in the eyes of interested people, so a certain threshold must be set.

Therefore, those who have money and food will hand in three buckets of millet every year, and save them as grain seeds for the spring; those in poor families will be responsible for some manpower, and they need to set aside one day every month to take turns to take care of the plants in these wastelands.

After paying taxes, the income will be divided into three parts, one for the poor, one for healing herbs, and one for seeds.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the results of the trial are very good. It can not only achieve the effect of encouraging farming, but also roughly form a self-sufficient cycle, instead of giving out alms and spending a lot of money and food to maintain it.

However, whether it was building the 'Immortal Altar' and the 'Reporting to the Immortal Forest', or coming out to welcome Yan Qing and his party into the city, and sneaking in to offer tributes, it was all done spontaneously by the congregation.

——Seeing the long-lost leader come back to the city, looking good, isn't it as exciting as a festival?

Yan Qing also didn't expect that the word 'protector' which he casually used to tease Guo Jia a few days ago, happened to be right.

In any case, under the strong request of Liu Xie, a Protestant with wealth and status, this peach tree did not contribute to Lu Bu's private collection, but was left in place as everyone expected.

It has quietly witnessed Yan Qing being stuck in the rubble and unable to get in and out, so it can continue to stand proudly in the wind and snow, accepting the respect and worship of the believers, Lu Bu's greedy gaze, and Yan Qingfei's eye knife .

At the same time, not far from here in the city, there was a young man who came all the way from the north, frowning and weighing the few remaining money, bargaining with the same shopkeeper.

He is plainly dressed, without any accessories, which shows that he came from an ordinary background.

The body is eight feet long, with broad shoulders and long legs, slender and straight, and a strong physique.Seeing that he is not very old, but he is not impetuous in the whole body, but he has a sense of youth and maturity, and his appearance is quite good.

He has handsome eyebrows, clear eyes, and fair complexion.

It's just the look that the girl likes, but at the moment the expression is serious, with a serious demeanor, which adds a bit of maturity and stability that doesn't match the youthful impression given by the smooth chin.

After finally negotiating the price, the young man who was actually not good at words and only insisted on his scalp was sincerely relieved, and begged: "Please wait a little longer."

The shopkeeper was just about to take him to the room, and he was taken aback when he heard the words, and then said vigilantly: "What? The money can't be less!"

"No."

The young man shook his head, left an ambiguous sentence, turned around and went out chicly.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened in disbelief: "What are you doing!"

Could it be that this brat from out of town didn't intend to stay in the hotel at all, and just came to play him with such a lot of talk?

But the shopkeeper hadn't been furious yet, and after a while, the young man carefully carried the man who was somewhat similar in appearance to him, but was much thinner, with a sickly face, and a man who was falling asleep, and whispered: "My brother and I share a room."

Just as the shopkeeper wanted to feel relieved, when he heard this, he almost missed the answer, and said angrily, "If I had known that you were living with two people and you were sick, how could I agree to just this price? I can warn you first, That bed is only big enough for one person, it can't support two old men!"

"Of course I made the floor, the bed must have been crushed."

The young man smiled embarrassedly, wrote the word 'Zhao Yun' on the bamboo slips squarely, and paid the deposit quickly without giving the shopkeeper a chance to go back on his word.

Immediately bowed to him: "Please take care of the store."

The shopkeeper frowned and looked at him.

This kid surnamed Zhao doesn't talk much, but his appearance and age are likable, and he smiled for the first time when he entered the room. Even if the shopkeeper doesn't want to keep a patient here, he won't be ruthless enough to drive him away.

Besides, it's freezing cold outside, and there aren't many customers in the store, so he just shook his head helplessly, thinking he was unlucky: "Forget it, forget it, this is your brother?"

Zhao Yun carried his elder brother on his back silently, holding a polished silver gun in one hand, walking steadily like the wind: "Exactly."

Seeing this, the shopkeeper was quite amazed, and while leading him upstairs, he asked: "Changshan County is not far from here, and it can't be called close. The world is very chaotic now, and you alone dare to take a patient on the road." ?”

As soon as Zhao Yun changed his argument when he bargained for the price just now, he cherished words like gold and said, "It's fair."

From this understatement, the shopkeeper could easily imagine that this young Erlang was actually a ruthless character, and he couldn't help but secretly wondered: "But it's winter, why bother with the patient like this?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the shopkeeper remembered it himself, and slapped his head: "Could it be because of Doctor Hua?"

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up: "That's true. I don't know if you know where that genius doctor is now?"

His parents died young, and he and his elder brother depended on each other for life, but his elder brother was weak and sick, and stayed sick all the year round, and often sought medical treatment in the local area, but the effect was not good.

Not long ago, he heard from the two horse merchants that Hua Tuo, a genius doctor who had rejuvenated his body, prescribed medicine for Guo Biejia who had a similar illness in Qiaodi, so he had high hopes and brought his elder brother who couldn't wait any longer, hoping to find a famous doctor. .

Otherwise, with his elder brother in such a state, he would not be able to travel far away with peace of mind and serve one of the forces.

The shopkeeper drooped his face, and sighed: "Oh, then you are late! Doctor Hua left Qiaodi half a month ago, and insisted on traveling to the doctor—"

There was a buzzing sound in Zhao Yun's head, like five thunderclaps, his eyes widened instantly, and he stood there in disbelief: "How could this be so?!"

The shopkeeper laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, although there are no genius doctors with excellent medical skills here, there are still gods who can call wind and rain!"

Regarding the fairy traces laid out by Yan Qing, they are only spread in the Guanzhong area, and have not yet spread to places further north, Zhao Yun was taken aback when he heard the words: "Immortal?"

The shopkeeper was about to elaborate, when he saw his fat woman, who always lay down and didn't like to move, running towards him with rare speed, she was stunned: "Slow down, slow down! What's wrong with you?"

His daughter-in-law was disobedient, and while she was out of breath, she blushed and yelled at the top of her voice, "The streets and neighbors say that there are, there are, there are fairy traces! Go quickly!"

Fairy trail?

Zhao Yun didn't care about disappointment or pain, and frowned with question marks all over his head, but before he could ask, a gust of wind suddenly blew in his ears.

"Find it yourself!"

It turned out that after saying this, the shopkeeper threw the key at Zhao Yun, who was standing still, without hesitation, and then walked past him in three steps at a time, passing him with a ferocious momentum like rolling. He went down the stairs, took his wife with him, and ran out like a wolf.