Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

The warm atmosphere in Yecheng did not diminish at all with the end of the first month of the lunar year.

For the common people, compared with the emperor's announcement that Cao Cao had been defeated three months ago, it was obviously more convincing that Liu Huangshu led his generals into Yecheng.

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After all, for the common people, daily survival is full of suffering, and piecing together those fragmentary rumors, speculations, slanders and ridicules in the market is one of the rare pleasures.

And before that, there was no doubt that Liu Huangshu was in front of them.

If they went to the fields, those old men would be able to talk about a dozen versions of how Liu Huangshu started his career by making shoes, how he escaped from Cao Gong's command, how he rose again with his sworn brothers and traveled to Bashu, and finally recaptured Hanzhong and Guanzhong, and how he became the biggest worry of Prime Minister Cao.

According to these rumors, it seems natural that Liu Huangshu captured Cao Cheng.

The rumors that were talked about every day seemed to have come to an end. Even though the high and mighty Prime Minister Cao had not been seen tied up, the common people did not care about these things.

Because from three months ago to now, from the emperor announcing the defeat of Cao thieves, to Liu Huangshu entering Ye, to the proclamation of the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty, one thing has been confirmed again and again:

The war is over, and the Han land has stopped fighting.

The chaos will end, and Changle will not end.

Therefore, even though it is now February of the 20th year of Jian'an, the common people still talk about the 19th year.

Carefully break off half a coal cake and feed it to the dying warm flame in the burning pit in the center of the house.

The warmth is a little more, so the newly taken snow in the pottery pot beside the pit melts faster.

The flame stretched out and began to support the pottery jar above, and the old millet in the jar mixed with the boiling water began to emit fragrance little by little.

"Add some more coal cakes, make the fire bigger."

"It's enough now, what else do you want to add?"

"Hey, since the twelfth lunar month, the emperor's uncle has sent coal cakes and corn every five days. I have already stored some at home, don't think I don't know."

"Don't just look at the present! The emperor's uncle may not send it next twelfth lunar month, you have to plan for next year."

"What plan? Everything is peaceful, just farm in peace."

"You and I can farm, how about the children? I have asked the emperor's uncle's soldiers, in Guanzhong and Jingzhou, children have to think about whether to study or learn to work at the age of seven."

"Tsk, what do you know, woman? Do you know where Guanzhong and Jingzhou are? Don't spread rumors."

"How could I not know! Didn't Dalang follow that damned Cao thief and die in Wulin, Jingzhou, without even a piece of clothes left!"

The woman's voice was a little sharp, which made Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun, who were passing by the wall, look at each other subconsciously, sighing.

The two agreed to walk in the snow and passed by here. Now, they were a little hesitant about whether to persuade loudly.

Fortunately, there was no more movement in the house. After a moment of silence, the woman said that someone in the city exchanged money for coal cakes, and said that she planned to exchange the saved coal cakes for money so that she could buy some things in the spring, or keep them as travel expenses to cross the Yellow River to Luoyang when the weather warmed up.

Hearing this, Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun did not stop for too long and continued along the street.

The two generals went out of the north gate of Yecheng and took a horse each. They walked northward along the Zhangshui River in the wind and snow for half an hour until they saw a vast expanse of white and no people in front of them.

Today's trip was originally a sudden idea, all because of Zhang Fei's words "I haven't seen the snow in Yanshan since I came to Yecheng".

Lord Xuande was too busy and General Guan was still recuperating, so in the end Zhao Yun was dragged out by Zhang Fei to ride on the snow together.

This sudden decision was more because of the next arrangement. Lord Xuande, the emperor, and all the civil and military officials were going to return to Luoyang, including Zhang Fei.

But now that Cao Cao was defeated, Hebei needed to be comforted, so Zhao Yun became the most appropriate candidate at present.

In other words, Zhao Yun would soon be able to return home and rush to the border of Han territory, while Zhang Fei could only look at the "snow of Yanshan" from afar and then choose a day to go south.

Unexpectedly, looking at the heavy snow that connected the sky and the earth, Zhang Fei was obsessed with what he had just heard:

"Sufficient food and clothing, full granaries, what the people want, how difficult it is."

Zhao Yun remained silent in response to this, and Zhang Fei was not surprised. After all, this fourth brother had dealt with the people a lot when he was in Jingzhou, and was good at farming and knew farming, and knew the people's affairs much earlier than him.

But after the words came out, Zhang Fei quickly dissipated some of his depression.

After all, making the world "well-fed and well-clothed" is what the eldest brother's military advisor wants, and it is also the wish of all those who follow his brother.

Whether it is promoting literature and martial arts, or planning to reorganize the army, what they want is just these six words.

Find a big rock that is leeward, pull some hay from the snow and find some dead branches, sprinkle some coal powder brought with you, blow it with a fire starter, put three stones on it, and put the pottery pot filled with wine directly on it.

After a while, warm wine with cold wind, victory and ice and snow, Zhang Fei's face soon had a bit of intoxication.

"Hey, I didn't expect that the descendants of the Han Dynasty would even lose the imperial seal."

After being slightly tipsy, the story of the drinking party inevitably turned into what he had heard and seen a few days ago:

"It's a pity that most of the things we gave to the younger generation were found to be fake, otherwise I would definitely think of a way for the younger generation."

Although he didn't say what the method was, thinking about the white bear that almost caused a big chaos in Gong'an County before, Zhao Yun felt that he could probably guess three points, so he subconsciously turned his head to confirm that there was no one in the wilderness, and then advised:

"Brother, what you said makes sense. Rather than passing the imperial seal to the younger generation to be covered in dust, it is better for us to do our best to protect the territory and the people so that it will not be lost."

However, Zhao Yun did not know whether his brother had listened to his words, because he soon began to think about other things:

"The style of the Tang Dynasty did not bring down the reputation of our Han Dynasty, but it was too chaotic and almost caused a big mess!"

"I want to organize the troops and protect the border with the Tang law. If the border people can have both Han style and Tang charm, brother will definitely praise me!"

At this time, Zhao Yun was a little regretful. He had been working hard for nearly a year before and after the war last year. Yide had always abstained from alcohol in the army. After coming to Yecheng, he also declined many banquets. I didn't expect that he was waiting here!

No wonder I felt that the wine was spicy and pungent when I was warming it just now. I think he must have brought the wine used by the military doctor to drink here. No wonder he only tasted the wine in Yecheng. Most of them were tired of the old wine.

At this moment, Zhao Yun suddenly remembered the name Wang Guangyang, and the evaluation of his descendants that he "drank too much and missed important matters" became concrete in front of him.

It can only be said that Yide has indeed improved compared to before. He dragged himself to this deserted place to drink, which can be regarded as reducing the possibility of making mistakes.

As expected, the third brother in front of him burped and began to point fingers:

"Emperor Yongle is worthy of being called a hero, but the precious sword named after him fell into the hands of barbarians and was treasured. Although it is not a sword, it is also a shame!"

"Since Emperor Hongwu knows about this, he must destroy the Qing Dynasty to calm me down!"

"It's just that Emperor Hongwu is difficult to deal with. Now I don't know if Zhu Di is by his father's side. I'm afraid that his father, brother and son are all in a dilemma. I can't give him any advice. It's a pity!"

Zhao Yun could only shake his head. Although Emperor Hongwu was difficult to deal with, he thought that they were a family anyway and it wouldn't be too ugly.

If Yide really came up with two ideas, it would be irreversible.

Now there was nothing else to do in the wilderness facing the ice and snow, Zhao Yun just listened to the drunken talk of his third brother as a pleasure, and he couldn't help but urge him after a long time without hearing anything else:

"Third brother, what about the military map of Song?"

"It's not unified yet, what's there to talk about?"

Zhang Fei made a loud comment, then leaned to the side:

"I'm sleepy and need to take a nap, Zilong..."

He was snoring before he finished speaking.

Zhao Yun smiled helplessly, took off his fur robe and covered his third brother, and then picked up some firewood to make the flames a little higher.

Standing by the fire and facing the wind and snow, he simply performed a set of boxing to warm himself up. Compared with his hometown further north, the wind and snow at this moment were mild and not a big deal.

However, while his heart followed his fists, Zhao Yun remembered the gift from the Emperor of Song a few days ago, which was a marching map that imitated the methods of later generations.

It outlines the offensive plan of the Song Dynasty controlled by the man with simple lines. The army is divided into two routes with Henan as the base. The army is sent to Hebei to resist the Khitan reinforcements, and the army is sent to Hedong to attack the Northern Han directly.

The Khitan army is sent out to show weakness with heavy troops and seek to destroy the enemy and advance northward. The Northern Han army is sent out to use the false appearance of farming to deploy military equipment to quickly break the city.

The subsequent plan is also clearer. After defeating the Northern Han, it will take advantage of its passage to attack the Khitan in two routes. First, it will seize Youzhuo in Hebei and build a fort to defend it, and then it will gather strength and go out with three routes to seek a battle to defeat the Khitan.

From Zhao Yun's perspective, the Song Emperor's plan is similar to his brother's Gaoliang River Donkey Cart, but it was changed to first defend Zhuozhou, then slowly advance to Youzhou, and adjust the deployment of troops, which makes it much more feasible. If we also take into account that this emperor is known for knowing generals and soldiers, it is probably even more feasible.

Whether from Zhao Yun's own experience as a member of the White Horse Volunteers in his early years or from the historical records of later generations, the affairs of Hebei have always been simple and clear:

If you take Youzhou, you can close the gate of Yanshan and secure Hebei. As long as you stabilize Zhuozhou and plan for Youzhou, this plan will be eighty percent successful.

And he will take the warriors north after the spring, and his purpose is the same as that of the Song Emperor. The security of Youzhou is the top priority.

When his thoughts ran out and his fists were put away, Zhao Yun looked to the north and whispered with a fighting spirit:

"I wonder if I can eat Zhending pears this year."