Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, it can be regarded as Wang Hou, the plague god who is leaning away, as the assassin of Yongzhou, with his official position, he can finally do something to increase his power, but Sima Yi is a little unhappy, this city gate sent the Shangguan cavalry, and when he turned around, he hugged Cao Sangongzi helplessly like a hooligan, who was about to stick to his buttocks.

"Childe, I don't know what Yu Zhongda has to say?"

"Oh! Didn't Ben Gongzi come to bid farewell to my brother-in-law! Dead Spurs History, you are busy! There's nothing wrong with this child! ”

looked at Cao Zhang's smile in astonishment, shook his head helplessly, and hugged his fists, Sima Yi turned over into his carriage and walked towards the dilapidated Chang'an Mansion, but then Cao Zhang turned over and got on the horse and followed behind his buttocks.

In the old signing room, most of the old Guan Chinese were still there, but a large pile of bamboo slips were thrown there like garbage, many of them were moldy and difficult to identify, blowing a mouthful of dust on it, comfortably stretching his sleeves, Sima Yi was just about to flip through it, but coldly heard the sound of choking on ash outside the window, and raised his head in shock, just in time to see Cao Sangongzi covering his nose and smiling cheaply.

"There are rats! Before my brother-in-law returned to Liao, he handed over the work of catching rats to Ben Gongzi! ”

"Dead Spurs, you're busy! I'll catch the rats! Don't bother you! ”

Shook his head helplessly, he really didn't pay attention to Cao Zhang, lowered his head, and interpreted these old texts seriously.

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After a morning in the signing room, after lunch, Lord Sima was full of the majesty of the family! Squatting in the thatched house, I'm working hard! A hand stretched out from the door.

"Do you want a paper paper?"

Almost none of them stumbled into the pit, seeing that Cao Sangongzi was emerging again, Sima Yi's eyes were almost on fire, but he didn't have the slightest sense of disgust, Cao Zhang nodded with a smile on his head.

"Before my brother-in-law returned to Liao, he handed over the government health work to me! Don't hand paper is no, you go ahead and say goodbye under it! ”

Looking at Cao Zhang, who retracted his head from the thatched house, Sima Yi's old face turned green, and this Cao Zhang pinched his nose and didn't take two steps, when he heard an extraordinarily angry grunt from behind him!

"Well, on a certain day in a certain year, a certain month, the old thief Sima sent a signal to the traitorous party of the Kwantung family in the thatched house!"

With a brush brush, Cao Zhang took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

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In the middle of the night, the bathroom! In these years, the rich scholars are still very diligent in bathing and burning incense, and so is Sima Yi, at night, soaking in the bathtub, the dignified Sima old thief in later generations is comfortable humming.

And just when he was soaking in the water and humming, a piece of ancient bath towel and sorghum leaves were resisted, and the results were casually fruitful, but in the next second, Sima Yi couldn't help but let out a girl-like scream, covered his chest and plunged into the water, and then shouted extremely sadly.

"Three sons! What are you doing here? ”

"Oh, before my brother-in-law rebelled against Liao, he handed over the bathing work of the official mansion to my son! Dead Spurs History, you still have soap horns, no! ”

"This official doesn't want soaphorns, don't rub his back, and don't add water, please let the third prince be quiet?"

really collapsed, Sima Yi shouted hysterically, and Cao Zhang really didn't have a temper at all when he heard it, and he nodded his head with a smile, and really retreated like Xiao Xi.

"Yes! Be! Dead spurs history you wash, what do you need to call me again! ”

Seeing that Cao Zhangke was out of the bathhouse, he really collapsed, looked at the leaves in his hand, and said angrily, Sima Yi threw out the leaves in his hand again, and smashed it on the door. 123 Kanshu.com

This is already so angry that it explodes, but if Sima Yi finds the shiny thing on the second floor of the dilapidated official mansion facing his bathhouse, it is estimated that he should collapse even more to death!

"This little devil is really white!"

Holding a telescope, Lun Zhilao perverted licked his lips and swallowed his saliva, his eyes glared excitedly like a copper bell.

With a big and a small voyeur following, Wang Hou went north comfortably.

The first stop was to go to the burning Qiang village on the high slope of the loess, at this time, this has been transformed into a military base by the extremely diligent Wei Yan, blocking the canyon of tens of thousands of Qiang Kou, he dug a semi-underground fortification, built a permanent observation post, with highly plastic clay, he set up a side wall, and protected the open exit of the Qiang village on the other side.

Even if he was stationed on the Loess Plateau, he didn't forget to practice, and when Wang Hou arrived, on the wide Qiang fields, the mixed brigade that was not on duty was walking in a chic and neat formation.

Outside the earthen wall, twenty big black pots were burning all day long, meticulously according to Wang Hou's orders, every day the Han army would slaughter dozens of sheep, mutton blood, mutton haggis and corn cooked into porridge, and give alms to the Qiang people who had no food to eat outside the village.

At this time, there were tens of thousands of Qiang people who moved their homes to the canyon outside the Qiang village, and at all times, there was a long queue in front of these Han army cauldrons, to receive meat porridge and stomachs, and even many Qiang women were assigned by the Han army to collect wild vegetables nearby, and they were also thrown into the porridge pot to cook together.

As a reward, the Han army will have a separate porridge pot to distribute food to them, and the rest of the people can only line up in a long line to receive the Han army Sheng Yu who uses a bamboo tube to give porridge on the side of the porridge pot, and must abide by the rules of the Han people.

The hordes of Qiang people can only accept the handouts of the Han army in such a humiliating way, otherwise, this will enter the December wasteland, and they can only freeze to death and starve to death!

No dignity!

However, this can already be regarded as Wang Hou's benevolence, if they are allowed to capture Chang'an, the Han people near Chang'an will not even have the last bite of porridge to eat!

This is also one of Wang Hou's strategies, with this last bite of food, a way to live, the 300,000 Qiang Han on the high slope of the loess did not go crazy, recklessly attacked to the south, and were tied here like Wang Hou's oxen with a cow's nose rope.

So this time he went north, Wang Hou brought Wei Yan 50,000 stone of rice and 80,000 stone of soybean meal, rice porridge, and soybean meal to raise those hungry and thinner sheep.

Because of the lack of forage feeding, in the past ten days, taking advantage of the cold winter, Wei Yan has ordered the slaughter of tens of thousands of sheep, and the naked sheep that have been skinned are spectacularly frozen in the ground.

Confessed that Wei Yan held this Qiang village, showed off his strength to the Qiang people from time to time, and promised to pay double salaries, he did not stay in the Qiang village, and Wang Hou continued to march north and return to the grassland that day.

However, on the side of the road, looking at the Qiang women and children who were red from the cold, had no winter clothes to wear, and their arms and legs were exposed and shivering, Wang Hou couldn't help but be silent.

He's a human after all! If you are human, you will have compassion!

And out of the burning Dangqiang Village, Wang Hou found that the tranquility here was like heaven!

Because he caught this fighter! The various departments of Dongqiang who are short of food have already fought each other like enemies! He didn't have to go far before he caught up with a battlefield! Between the frozen loess high slope dams, thousands of Qiang people wearing hair and clothes hugged each other and fought fiercely! There were not enough iron tools, so they stoned each other, pierced each other with wood, and even bitten directly with their teeth.

Layers upon layers of corpses have accumulated a layer on the ground!

Blood, frozen into ice!

"Alas......"

Seeing this scene, Pound, who had been fighting with the rebels at the border for many years, should be as deep as the sea, couldn't help but sigh and shake his head heavily!