Chapter 733 Floating Clouds
In a tent in Shaanxi County, a loud shout broke the calm.
"Is this Liangzhou native dog really bullying me, Hongnong No One?"
Accompanying these words were the sound of angry curses being slapped on the table, and the sound of the wine jar being smashed on the ground.
But I saw that this camp was located in the southeast corner of Shaanxi County. The flags were messy and it didn't look like a military force from Guanxi.
And the actual situation is exactly the same. It was Yu Lin Lang Yang Zhong who roared these words.
Yang Zhong was born in the Yang family of Hongnong and was of the same generation as Yang Biao. He and Yang Biao had a common great-grandfather. In other words, they had been divided into four generations.
Precisely because of their estranged relationship, Yang Zhong's family was not greatly affected by Yang Biao's rebellion case. However, since Dong Zhuo's group of Liangzhou warriors came to power, they began to suppress them all from Guanzhong.
Take the current situation of Yang Zhong as an example. Not only does he have to lead his own army to defend Hongnong, but he also has to be angry with Liu Xiong in the city.
Liu Xiong was just a hunter in Lantian, Guanzhong, but he was appreciated by Guo Si and ranked five or six above him. He not only deprived his camp of supplies, but also gave them some old grain and rotten grain.
Today, Yang Zhong received a batch of replenished military supplies as usual. Seeing the car full of rotten millet that neither pigs nor dogs would eat, blood rushed to his head.
Instead of being persuaded by the left and right, he had to find Liu Xiong for reasoning.
After being stopped, Yang Zhong felt depressed and drank alone in the tent. The wine soothed his sorrow, and the more he drank, the more he drank.
Finally, he had the courage to smash the wine jar and curse Liang Ren angrily.
So Liu Xiong could treat himself this way without the instructions of Guo Si and others? How dare?
At this time, he heard the movement in the tent, and a heroic warrior wearing a crown on his head entered the tent. As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Seeing that the head of his family was so drunk, he sighed in his heart.
But Yang Zhong felt that he was still very sober. When he saw the person coming, he gestured with his hands and said drunkenly:
"Artai, sit down and drink with me."
The person who came was none other than Yang Zhong's general, Yang Tai.
Yang Tai sighed and said to Yang Zhong:
"Lord, this cannot continue like this. If the wheat in the fields is not harvested, it will rot in the ground. Not only will the hard work of the year be in vain, but how will we spend the next year?"
Yang Zhong held another jar of wine in his arms, shook his head, and said sadly:
"What can I do? What can I do? Then Liu Xiong won't let us go."
Saying that, Yang Zhong picked up the wine jar again and drank heavily until his clothes were wet.
It turns out that the soldiers Yang Zhong brought with him were actually farmers from his own farm. After Guo Bang came to Hongnong, he asked each family to bring troops to support him, and he, Yang Zhong, also came with about 200 serfs and children.
Originally it was April, which did not delay the farming season too much, but seeing that it was May, the superiors still refused to let them go back. How could anyone in the field harvest wheat now?
Yang Zhong's family is not as big as Yang Biao's family. When it comes to them, they are actually at the level of a local tycoon. The two hundred or so people in their hands are already the entire population of Yang Zhong.
In fact, it's Yang Zhong's own fault. Who made him rush to cling to Guo Bang, but he didn't want others to look down on him at all.
Now I can't go up, I can't walk, I can only drink in the tent, which is quite cowardly.
At most, Yang Zhong was just drinking and drinking, but Yang Tai had actually known for a long time that the serfs and children outside were already in a state of excitement.
They and Yang Zhong don't care about the same thing.
Yang Zhong felt humiliated because Liu Xiong actually gave him Chensu. This kind of food was only eaten by pigs and dogs, but he was also given it? But his serfs didn't think there was a problem with this, because they usually ate these things, even better.
But they were worried that the wheat in the fields was going to rot, because if the wheat really rotted, they would actually be the ones losing.
If they don't hand over enough rice rent to the clan, they will have to sell their sons and daughters.
In this case, the public was raging outside, and Zhi Lang was planning to return to his hometown. They did not dare to go to Yang Zhong directly, so they asked Yang Tai to help ask.
Yang Tai, who understood the situation, knew that if they didn't give an explanation, their team would collapse, so he hesitated outside the tent for a while before entering.
He organized it and asked in a low voice:
"My lord, I heard that there are bandits on the other side. Do you think we can do something about this? Let's go ask Liu Xiong for orders and say we will patrol the river. When the time comes, we will go straight back to our hometown after leaving the city?"
Yang Zhong's eyes lit up after hearing this, but then he shook his head and said:
"Not to mention that the other side of the river is full of hungry moth thieves and thieves. Even if it is really the Taishan Army, Liu Xiong won't panic. We are all from Hongnong. There are thirty-six beaches in this section of the river east of Shaanxi County. It’s dangerous, even if the thief has a boat, let alone without a boat, if we go to ask for an order, Liu Xiong will definitely refuse.”
But Yang Tai still insisted:
"My lord, the eastern section is difficult to cross, but what about the western section? Nowadays, thieves are heading to Dayang, so if you want to leave, you should go to Dayangjin. We are all locals, familiar with the water conditions, and know where to dive on that river bank. Come up, sir." Tell Liu Xiong, it must be possible.”
But Yang Zhong still shook his head and said:
"I disdain to see Liu Xiong's subordinates."
At this time, Yang Tai was furious. He understood that his master did not want to go to Liu Xiong and be scolded, but the most you could do was to be angry for a while, which was better than everyone outside starving to death at home.
So, Yang Tai also replied firmly:
"Since this doesn't work, then that doesn't work either. We can simply connect the families directly and let's rob the warehouses and return home together."
Yang Zhong was startled and scolded:
"Isn't this a rebellion? We, the Yang family, are loyal ministers of the Han Dynasty!"
Yang Tai curled his lips and muttered:
"What kind of loyal people are we? Aren't we all from Liangzhou?"
As a result, Yang Zhong also fell silent and put down the wine jar in his arms.
And at the end of this, Yang Zhong seemed to want to express his stance to Yang Tai, and cursed again:
"A local dog from Liangzhou will die if he does too many unjust things."
As soon as these words came out, especially the word "suicide", they told Yang Tai what he meant and made his curse seem so weak.
As he finished speaking, a sound suddenly came from outside the tent, which made Yang Zhong tremble, but he heard:
"Old Yang, why are you drinking here to relieve your anger?"
And following these words, a person directly opened the tent and entered.
Yang Tai reacted quickly. When someone spoke outside, he had already drawn the knife and stood up. On the contrary, when someone outside came in, he put the knife away again.
Because he knew the person here, it was Lang Guan, Fazheng, who was in the same year as his master.
And sure enough, when Yang Zhong, who was still pale and trembling, saw that it was Fazheng who came in, his hands stopped shaking and he smiled and cursed:
"Xiao Nao, you want to scare me to death."
As he said this, he was about to lead Fa Zheng to his seat, but as soon as he got up, he suddenly remembered:
"Takanao, weren't you on a mission to Kyoto? Are you back so soon?"
After saying this, Yang Zhong's face turned pale again, as if he was guessing something.
Over there, Fazheng sat calmly beside Yang Zhong's mat. Seeing that there were some pickled plums on Yang Zhong's table, he pinched one with his hand and brought it to his mouth. Then Fa Zheng had a clever idea and exclaimed:
"Why are these plums so sour? When did you, Yang Silang, start eating sour foods?"
Yang Zhong sat down again. He was silent for a while and replied:
"Don't eat it if it's sour. By the way, I have something to do here, so I won't send it to you. I'll pretend I've never seen you, and you'll pretend you've never been here."
Fazheng tilted his head and said with a smile:
"What are you doing? I'm the same year, and if I eat a plum from you, I'll kick people out. From now on, if word spreads, your Yang family's reputation will be ruined."
Yang Zhong was angry and said in a suppressed voice:
"Don't pretend to be confused with me. If you come back successfully, will I not know? Then Liu Xiong has invited you to the banquet a long time ago, and you will come to my place secretly? Let me put it this way, are you not at all I didn’t go to Kyoto. You know that you will die if you disobey the order. Please leave quickly. I won’t arrest you for the sake of the same year.”
Fazheng was laughed at, he shook his head and said:
"Lao Yang, is this how you look at me? Fazheng is very sad."
Unexpectedly, Yang Zhong's face, which was still strong just now, suddenly collapsed. He grimaced and lamented:
"Xiaozhi, please don't harm me. Don't you, Fazheng, know what's going on with my Yang family now? If you come to my place, I can't protect you at all. If I still have a gold here, you can use it to pay for your expenses. It's considered a help." Let’s do it.”
As he spoke, Yang Zhong took out a piece of gold hidden in his belt, then grabbed Fazheng's hand and stuffed it into his palm.
Feeling the weight of gold, Fazheng suddenly smiled and decided to change his plan.
So he leisurely said to Yang Zhong:
"Lao Yang, let us give you a fortune."
……
However, after saying that he was entering, Xu Huang and Yigan were waiting in a forest to look forward to it.
After not seeing Fa Zheng come out for a long time, one person was already suspicious. He said to Xu Huang:
"General, I'm afraid that Fa Zheng has been repeated inside."
The one who said this was the general Zhang Xiu.
Xu Huang glanced at Zhang Xiu and felt funny in his heart.
Zhang Xiu himself was the one who surrendered in the Jiexiu War. It had only been a while since he began to doubt Fa Zheng for our army.
But in response to Zhang Xiu's words "general", Xu Huang did not ridicule this person, but said calmly:
"Xiao Zhang, I will teach you something. If you want to be a general, you must have the magnanimity and style of a general. If you doubt him in a thousand ways, don't use it before. But once you use it, what if you doubt it again? So, this kind of Don’t say anything anymore.”
Zhang Xiu was taught, then he said nothing more and waited with everyone.
Han Yi beside Xu Huang was thoughtful, as if he had listened to these words.
In fact, Xu Huang himself didn't have to laugh at others. In fact, when Zhang Chong asked him to protect Fazheng when he entered the city, he was just as suspicious as Zhang Xiu.
He even said bluntly:
"I don't think that method can be trusted. If he enters the city and comes out to us, how will we cross the river? There are no boats. If the other side is tightly defended, how can we cross the river?"
But Zhang Chong just gave Xu Huang a look, and Xu Huang changed his tone.
But I heard this Hedong man changed his tone again:
"However, this person should not be judged by his appearance, and Mojiang's eyesight cannot be judged deeply. If the king believes in Fa Zheng, we must believe it. Mojiang will definitely protect Fa Zheng when he enters the city."
Thinking of this conversation, Xu Huang silently pinched his long beard and asked the young man Lang Hanyi:
"How? Did you learn something?"
Han Yi bowed in a serious manner:
"The general is very kind."
Xu Huang waved his hand, not taking it seriously:
"These are all trivial matters. You have to understand that this general doesn't just know how to fight. I know you are capable and can kill people, but you must know that leading troops to fight and fighting for revenge are two different things."
Speaking of this, Xu Huang is quite proud:
"I, Xu Huang, knew how to be human when I was a young official. Later I joined the army to learn how to fight on horseback, and then moved to the Central Plains to fight and understand the situation of the mountains and rivers. Later, as a king, I experienced countless big and small battles, and how many times I fought with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, before I became a king. A general of an army. So do you understand how difficult it is to be a general?”
Han Yi now has a look of admiration.
At his age, he most admired a martial artist like Xu Huang who could fight, so he listened carefully to whatever Xu Huang said at this moment.
But Xu Huang was bored with waiting anyway, so he simply let go and said:
"Let's talk about the pursuit of our warriors. Some warriors fight just for money. That stuff is good, but what's the use of asking for so much? If you don't take it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. On the contrary, many good men are ruined. It’s up there.”
Then he said:
"If you ask for a beauty again, this beauty..."
When Xu Huang was about to say something, Zhang Xiu beside him said righteously:
"The general is right, beauty is like withered bones, a gentle knife that harms heroes. We, the warriors, should be as separated from beauty as they are from ferocious beasts."
Xu Huang choked for a moment, swallowed what he was about to say, and then said calmly:
"Indeed, if a beauty mistakes a hero, you have to stay away."
He felt a little embarrassed when he saw everyone's deep understanding, and added:
"But you can't be like a scourge, just be moderate, just be moderate."
That's enough. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiu curiously asked:
"General, how much is the right amount?"
Xu Huang remained silent this time and stretched out a finger.
Then Zhang Xiu suddenly realized, nodded and said:
"Then the servants must exercise restraint..."
Xu Huang was worried that his reputation would be ruined if he continued talking, so he interrupted:
"Speaking of this warrior ambition, the king once said something. He said that there are many characters in ancient and modern times, and their punishments and punishments vary. Some of the characters were just villains at the time, but recently they have been exhumed and decorated by some literati. And What’s sad is that we warriors don’t know how to use swords and pens, so it’s a shame that most of our reputation lies in the hands of those literati.”
But Zhang Xiu disagreed:
"Our Taishan Army doesn't do this. We just do whatever we want. Aren't the literati also trained by our military men? We can't write randomly."
Xu Huang agreed with Zhang Xiu's words, so he said:
"So, the king once said that our Taishan military warriors should not always think about killing people, nor should we always think about military achievements. Those things are available step by step, but among our tens of thousands of warriors, only a few of them can leave their names. Qingshi, do you know who they are in the history of our Taishan Army?”
Zhang Xiu and others all shook their heads, and then heard Xu Huang say:
"That is what can stabilize our production order in Guizhou, what can defend the ideals of our Taishan Army, and what can finally realize my Huang Tianzhi. Compared with these great ambitions, all those wealth and fame are just clouds."
Among them, Han Yi benefited the most. He was a prodigal adult, full of wild spirit, and was more than willing to kill people, but he rarely saved people.
But now hearing Xu Huang talk about the higher ideal of warriors, which is for their Huang Tianzhi to spread to the world, Han Yi's mood suddenly became a little high.
But after thinking about it, he seemed to feel that there was something wrong with Xu Huang's words.
Hey, why are there no beauties like floating clouds here?
But at this time, the front door of Shaanxi County opened.
Then a mixed army poured out from the city, and then they saw Fazheng Shiran standing in front of people, high-spirited.