A poem about mowing wheat is the only good poem Liu Xuande has ever seen in his life. After finishing the poem, Liu Bei read it over and over again, chanting softly while reading it, and his heart was filled with excitement as he read it.

Among them, the official salary is three hundred stones, and there is a surplus of food every year.

This sentence, Liu Bei thought, was written by the teacher Li Mengxi.

Therefore, it was taken for granted that Li Mengxi's teacher was also a small official, but he resigned angrily because he couldn't stand the government's oppression of the people.

Then he hid in the deep mountains and huge valleys, kept his name anonymous, wrote books and established his studies, and then he accepted Li Mengxi as his disciple and passed down his knowledge.

Liu Bei asked if this was the case.

Li Mengxi was surprised, and then denied the matter with a strange expression.

How can this be admitted?

The more mysterious the non-existent teacher, the better.

Otherwise, if we admit that the teacher’s salary is three hundred shi, and there are other poems about salary and so on later, then other poems will not be used.

Poems, lyrics, and songs are indeed important wealth. Even if you don't know anything, you can still make a good name just by plagiarizing the ancients.

However, since the identity is fake, it is just fake and is generally fine.

But what if, for example, under Cao Cao, Cao Cao drinks wine and asks you to write poems for fun.

That's good. Plagiarizing ancient poems is okay, but writing poems on the spot is not that good.

Then, shirk will not be done.

When Cao Cao thought about it, you had written so many good poems, how could you not do it? To refuse to do it was to look down on him, Cao Mengde.

Then, under the influence of alcohol, Cao Cao stabbed him to death and became a time traveler in the literary world by plagiarizing poems.

The time traveler dies, what a pity!

This poem is added to the previous poem "Compassion for the Farmers".

that song,

Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.

There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.

Liu Bei has already received two poems from Li Mengxi.

Liu Bei even thought that Li Mengxi had extraordinary knowledge.

In short, the pretense was successful.

On the other side, Zhang Fei led his family, Zhuang Ding, and two to three hundred young and strong people from the Yellow Turban refugees. They organized their troops for drills outside the county seat, shouting and killing each other.

The soldiers in the front row all wear armor, but those in the back row don't.

This seems normal. In today's world, military equipment is depleted and only some people are wearing armor. This is normal.

Therefore, when the spies from the big houses in the city saw Zhang Fei's soldiers outside the city, they didn't realize he was there.

On the contrary, he was afraid that if Zhang Fei did not do anything, he would continue to eradicate the roots.

For this reason, the powerful families in the city joined forces and trained their servants, and at the same time they went around asking people to find ways to seize the food.

It is said that the longest relationship is with the governor of Youzhou.

The county magistrate acted wisely to protect himself and kept the door tightly closed. No matter who came, he would be ignored.

Now, many big households also hated the county magistrate.

The cavalry team went out in all directions, covering fifty miles in half a day, and a hundred miles in one day.

The cavalry heading south to Yanggu County, along the way, the leading cavalryman carried a large flag, with a big "Liu" character on the flag fluttering in the wind.

The cavalry went south along the road, shouting all the way, "Zhuozhou County accepts the surrender. Those who surrender early will be forgiven, and those who surrender late will not be left behind!"

"Zhuozhou County accepts surrender. Those who surrender early will not be blamed; those who surrender late will not be left alone!"

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The sound of people, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, is far away in an instant.

Wait until the cavalry is far away.

Beside the road, in the small woods, it was May, the trees had dense leaves, and there were yellow turban refugees climbing on the trees to keep an eye on them.

He hadn't eaten a grain of rice in one day, and his stomach was broken from eating wild vegetables yesterday. The pain in his abdomen was unbearable. The yellow turban refugee he was following had a grayish complexion and a sick look on his face.

"Old dog!" The yellow scarf shouted in a low voice towards the big tree beside him.

"What did the officers and soldiers who just passed by shout?"

"Zhuozhou accepted the surrender, but the people behind didn't listen." The yellow scarf hidden in another big tree couldn't bear to return.

Hearing this, the gray-faced yellow scarf hesitated for a moment, then seemed to be making a move, "Shall we... go surrender?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the man on the other tree cursed, "Why? Are you going to have your head chopped off to receive the reward? Don't make any more noise, or let the boss hear it, and I won't chop you off!"

The leader mentioned by the Yellow Turban Soldiers was a former leader of the defeated troops under Cheng Yuanzhi. With a suit of armor, a bow and good archery skills, the leader of the defeated troops gathered three to five hundred people and fled together.

He fled to the area between Zhuozhou and Yanggu County. When he couldn't run away anymore, he went to grab the unripe wheat from the villagers nearby.

Then, he fought with the villagers and won and lost, but he did get some grain by destroying some wheat.

The villagers had nothing to do with the Yellow Turban desperadoes, and the Yellow Turbans were unable to attack the village, so they could only survive.

This is the way.

There are also three groups of cavalry, heading north and east respectively.

The cavalry were ordered by Guan Yu'er to march through the state and counties, calling Zhuozhou to surrender, and at the same time scouting where the Yellow Turbans were entrenched.

Heading westward, after the cavalry traveled eighty miles west of Zhuozhou, in the afternoon, they encountered villagers blocking the road halfway.

The villagers asked if they were sent by the government to fight the Yellow Turbans.

When the captain of the Ranger team asked, he found out that there was a yellow scarf entrenched in the valley and had become a bandit. They came out to plunder several times and the villagers could not bear to be disturbed.

The nearby villages jointly sent troops to attack, resulting in heavy casualties.

No matter how miserable the Yellow Turban refugees are, they are still an army, much stronger than the villagers.

If we encounter a place where a large number of Yellow Turbans are entrenched, we will not be able to achieve military success.

So, the cavalry squad leader led the team, led by the villagers, to the front of the valley.

The mouth of the valley is blocked by deer antlers.

There are camps set up on the slightly higher hillsides on both sides.

This place is indeed occupied by the Yellow Turbans.

The captain of the cavalry team came to the mouth of the valley and shouted, "Zhuozhou County accepts the surrender. Those who surrender early will be forgiven; those who surrender late will not be left behind!"

After shouting twice, the yellow scarf archers rushed out with a flurry of arrows.

The squad leader ran away immediately. After escaping from the range of the bow and arrow, he reined in his horse.

Then, the team leader took a hard look at the place, memorized the surrounding terrain, and rode away.

The Yellow Turbans here are stubborn and have to mobilize a large number of troops to conquer them. They need to report back to General Guan.

On this first day, the rebels rode out and encountered two groups of Yellow Turbans, one bright and one dark.

The bright ones fell into the valley and became bandits, while the dark ones were hesitant and did not dare to surrender.

On the second day, the rebel army continued to march.

It was afternoon after crossing another seventy or eighty miles.

At this time, a group of very embarrassed yellow scarves were hiding in the reeds, daring not to move.

This group of yellow scarves were chased and intercepted by the local villagers. They were killed like bereaved dogs, hiding left and right, and were about to be destroyed.

Hidden among the reeds were many frightened old, weak, women and children.

A mother was holding a half-grown child in her arms. The child's face was unusually red at the moment, and his body was hot. He was like a weak little sheep, being held in her arms by her mother.

The mother looked anxious. She touched her son's head from time to time. There was nothing she could do but hug her son tightly.

The child was lying in his mother's arms, his eyes were dull because of illness.

"Mom, am I going to die?" The child, who was smaller than a kitten, shouted in a weak and hoarse voice. He looked at his mother.

When the mother heard this, her tears immediately flowed down. She slapped her son on the back and said, "That's nonsense!" The mother pretended to be angry and slapped her son in distress, but she couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.

Already.

The mother felt distressed and hugged her son tighter, rocking her son gently, "Yaoer, you just don't want to eat, you are hungry! Don't be afraid, just wait until mother gets you something to eat."
Chapter completed!