"Does Mr. Xuande really think that by clearing away the Yellow Turbans, the world will be at peace?"

The childish voice said faintly.

"Why not?" Liu Bei was surprised.

"Then what if I say that the Yellow Turban Rebellion is the beginning of troubled times and that the Han Dynasty will perish?" Li Mengxi looked calm and looked up at Liu Bei without fear.

Seeing Liu Bei's expression turn from calm to slightly angry, "Humph!" Liu Bei snorted coldly and walked away.

Liu Bei was angry and left in anger.

Li Mengxi looked at Liu Bei's back as he left angrily and couldn't help but scratch his head.

I wanted to discuss the general trend of the world and inform Liu Bei of the future situation so that he could make early plans.

It can be said that the Han Dynasty is about to perish. It seems inappropriate to say this in front of Liu Bei.

Liu Bei was a clan member of the Han Dynasty, and he was determined to clear out the Yellow Turbans and support the Han Dynasty. To confront him and say that the Han Dynasty was about to perish was tantamount to insulting him in person.

Li Mengxi paid for himself. Fortunately, Liu Bei had a good temper. If it were anyone else, he might have been killed because of these words.

It was reckless, and Li Mengxi regretted it.

We should learn lessons and not make irresponsible remarks about the general trend of the world.

Withdrawing his mind, Li Mengxi looked at the map unfolded on the big stone. He put the map away, rolled it up carefully, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Fengming Mountain, in the old Huangjin village.

Liu Bei walked out into the meeting hall of the Yellow Turban Camp. He looked unhappy and everyone could see it.

Zhang Fei was greatly puzzled when he saw Liu Bei like this. He should have been happy after winning a big victory, but he was fine just now. Why did his elder brother go out for a walk and then get sulky when he came back?

"Brother, why are you so depressed?" Zhang Fei, who was holding the wine jar, handed it over and asked with concern.

Liu Bei glanced at the wine jar and was about to open his mouth to say something, but then he thought about it and decided that given his third brother's bad temper, it would be better not to say anything.

"Oh, nothing happened." Liu Bei sighed, and after saying that, he walked to the shorter side of the hall and sat down without raising his eyebrows.

Liu Bei's long sighing look made Zhang Fei feel very uncomfortable.

Holding the wine jar, he took a few sips of wine.

The drink flowed down Zhang Fei's steel needle-like beard.

Walking to the short table, Zhang Fei also knelt down next to the short table. He leaned forward and his eyes widened, "Brother, just tell me if you have something to say! Why do you and I, brothers, have to see each other outside?"

"Alas!" Liu Bei just sighed. He raised his head, looked at Zhang Fei, and asked tentatively, "Third brother, do you think that if the Yellow Turban is defeated, the world will be peaceful?"

"How can it be unfair to kill all the Yellow Turban thieves?" Zhang Fei's eyes widened, he clapped his hands and answered in a loud voice.

Liu Bei thought of Li Mengxi's sudden and shocking words just now.

Thinking of it, I was angry for a moment and left in anger without being able to delve deeper into it.

Thinking that Li Mengxi had been taught knowledge by a stranger, could it be that Li Mengxi's mentor, an expert from outside the world, had some opinions on the general trend of the world?

Liu Bei then decided to ask what happened when he had time.

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The Yellow Turbans in the four borders of Zhuojun and Deng Maocheng's Yuanzhi tribe had tens of thousands of troops.

It is easy to destroy the Yellow Turban, but very difficult to destroy it.

Within three days, in two battles, more than 300 Yellow Turbans were killed and thousands of people were captured.

But the Yellow Turbans were defeated and scattered. Tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans were annihilated. Only a thousand people were wiped out, and tens of thousands more fled to various counties. If the Qing Dynasty was not wiped out, the Yellow Turbans would gather together in ten months and come back again.

Liu Beijun led his army back and prepared to rush back to the county seat.

Halfway through, when they were setting up camp, Liu Bei, Guan and Zhang had a headache when they talked about the Yellow Turban incident.

On the side, Li Mengxi and his younger brother could hear clearly.

"Mr. Xuande, I have something to say, should I not say it?"

Liu Guan and Zhang turned their eyes to Li Mengxi in unison.

Only then did the three of them remember that Li Mengxi was standing aside.

"Xi'er, it's okay to talk." Liu Bei felt that it was inappropriate to show off to Li Mengxi before.

Therefore, in order to ease some of the embarrassment between the two of them, he deliberately spoke in a very soft tone and had a bright smile on his face, in order to allow Li Mengxi to speak boldly.

Li Mengxi came over and sat down on his knees, facing Liu Bei.

The short couple had a good relationship, Liu, Guan, and Zhang plus Li Mengxi, just right, one person on each side.

"The yellow scarf is indeed a trouble if it collapses but never disappears."

"In my opinion, if you treat the Yellow Turbans as thieves, they will never be wiped out; if you treat the Yellow Turbans as civilians, you won't be able to suppress them all."

Li Mengxi said in just a few words, Liu, Guan, and Zhang all had their eyes lit up.

Liu Bei vaguely understood what Li Mengxi meant, Guan Yu was also thoughtful, and Zhang Fei stared at Li Mengxi with wide eyes.

These few sentences would be thought-provoking enough for an adult, but when spoken by Li Mengxi at such a young age, their words have an astonishing effect.

(Hey, this doll is interesting.) Zhang Fei suddenly stroked his beard and laughed.

Liu Bei flicked his fingers, and after thinking for a moment, he pondered, "Xi'er, why don't you elaborate, what should you do if you treat the Yellow Turban as a thief?"

"If the Yellow Turbans are regarded as thieves, then tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans are all thieves. The thieves will naturally raise troops to encircle and suppress them. If they fail in one day, they will suppress them in ten days. If they fail in ten days, they will suppress them in more than a month.

In this way, small things add up to big things, and success will come sooner or later.”

"Moreover, the Yellow Turbans will soon collapse and there will be no food and grass. After more than a month, 70% of the tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans will have died of hunger."

"It's just," Li Mengxi changed his subject, "the Yellow Turbans have no food, so they will plunder the place. If the defeated troops are unable to attack the city, the countryside will be in trouble.

Duke Xuande rebelled against his army to protect the country and the people, and the people suffered disaster. Isn't it contrary to Duke Xuande's wishes?"

After Li Mengxi finished speaking, Liu Bei frowned, puzzled.

Indeed, as Li Mengxi said, the Yellow Turbans were defeated and fled in all directions, so it would take a long time to clear out the Yellow Turbans before they could accomplish their success.

It is true as Li Mengxi said, even if the army is defeated and the Yellow Turbans cannot continue to provide food and grass, after more than a month, the Yellow Turbans will destroy themselves without attacking.

However, the Yellow Turbans had been defeated and were unable to attack the city. They robbed the army and harassed the local area, and the people suffered misfortune, which was not what they wanted.

I pondered for a long time and found no solution.

Liu Bei raised his head and stared into Li Mengxi's eyes. He was a dark, skinny young man with lively and bright eyes.

"What if the Yellow Turbans were treated as citizens?" Liu Bei asked again.

"If the Yellow Turbans are regarded as common people, what should they do if they suffer disasters and have no food to eat?" Li Mengxi asked in return.

"Of course it's food relief." Liu Bei replied.

"That's right." Li Mengxi nodded, "Most of the Yellow Turban Army are poor people. Why do the people rebel and the good are thieves?

Due to successive years of natural disasters, the fields have been harvested, the court is in chaos, government orders are ineffective, taxes are heavy, and the people have no way to survive.

As the saying goes, when officials force the people to rebel, the people have no choice but to rebel.

The Yellow Turbans rebelled not because they wanted to rebel, nor because they wanted to bring chaos to the world, but because they just wanted to survive."

"The method of eradication is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it is difficult to achieve results. Duke Xuande might as well try the method of recruiting and blowing, and send orders to the four areas, saying: "But those who abandon their troops and surrender will not be punished for their previous crimes."

In this way, many of the Yellow Turban troops are coming to surrender, and Duke Xuande can do his best without fighting."

"All we need is some food."

A good one wins without a fight, a good one only needs a little food.

Liu Bei smiled bitterly, these small amounts of food were exactly the problem.

There have been continuous natural disasters and the Yellow Turbans have nothing to eat. How much food and grass can the rebels have left?
Chapter completed!