Brazil, although the name sounds like west of Ba County, is actually north of Ba County, well, don't ask why.

Brazil and Ba County, Padang together called Samba, later when Zhang Fei was stationed in Ba County, after drinking, he liked to sing and dance, many people thought it was a trend, so it was called Samba Dance, which was widely spread......

Ahem, okay, all of the above is made up.

But people always survive in dreams and reality, either choose dreams, or choose reality, or continue to dream in reality, or contact reality in dreams.

Huang Quan sat by the Jialing water, looking at the surging river, silent.

I don't know how long it took, the old servant on the side looked at the sky, arched his hand and said, "Shaolangjun...... It's time to go back......"

"Well," Huang Quan nodded, glanced at the sunset that was about to fall into the mountains, and couldn't help muttering, "The gentleman is in service, I don't know the period, the day or the month, the day or the moon?" The sun is shining, the chickens are perched on the tree, the sheep and cattle are bracketed, so why not think? ”

The old servant obviously didn't understand the gentleman Yu Gong who was changed by Huang Quan, so he just stood aside respectfully and said nothing.

"Let's go home," Huang Quan said with a wave ......of his hand, and then took the lead in walking home.

The Huang family is not the largest in Langzhong, but it is not the smallest, there is a high-gate compound on the bank of the Jialing River, which is the gathering place of the Huang family. Along the river, I met many people from the Huang family along the way, and Huang Quan also bowed his hand to greet them one by one, and the courtesy was thoughtful and stable, just like in the past.

"Father...... Huang Quan entered his father's study, bowed to the ground, and kowtowed, "...... A child cannot stay quiet in the morning and serve in the future...... Children are not filial......"

"Get up, ......" Huang Quan's father frowned and said slowly, "You have made up your mind?" ”

Huang Quan was silent, just looking down at the pattern under the table, as if the pattern in the middle of the white mat had an answer.

"Jingxiang Huang, Brazil Huang, although they have the same surname, they are not of the same origin......," Huang Quan's father said slowly, "It's okay to refuse...... Hanzhong is too guarded, although he has two thousand ranks, he is a puppet and has no real power......"

"Children know it...... If not......" Huang Quan said, "There are many surnames in Langzhong, and the Huang family? The child is willing to add color to the lintel of the Huang family, even if the future is bumpy, it will not be a twist......"

Hanzhong Taishou is indeed just an empty shelf, there is Nanzheng Zhang's family, there is Liu Dan in the assassin history, and there is a long history left by General Zhengxi, a foreign Taishou, how big a drama can he sing under such three mountains?

But you don't have a choice, do you?

The conscription order was directly sent to Langzhong and sent to the Huang family.

Don't choose?

What do the rest of the big families in Langzhong think?

Zhengxi's wife's surname is Huang, everyone knows this, and now even if they apply for the recruitment, the rest of the big families in Langzhong, will they think that their Huang family really has nothing to do with the Jingxiang Huang family?

The endless stream of visitors in the past few days are idle and boring to hang out?

Those people of the Huang clan in the family who have not seen each other for many years have also rushed over, showing their faces a few times, calling themselves brothers and brothers, if they don't go, wouldn't it be impossible to stop these people's thoughts, what will these people think?

Even if it's just a false name, the Huang family needs this false name......

Although Huang Quan didn't know why General Zhengxi learned his name and sent the conscription order here, at the moment, no matter from that point of view, he didn't have a choice.

The Sichuan pattern between Huang Quan's father's eyebrows became more and more profound, and he couldn't help but sigh "idiot......"

Huang Quan bowed again and bowed to the ground.

"It's okay......" Huang Quan's father took a small wooden box from the table, put it in Huang Quan's hand, and said, "For my father and the king of Du have the old, this is a token...... When you go north, you might as well go to worship him, and you can raise a troop, just in case you ......"

Father Huang said lightly, as if this token was very simple, but Huang Quan knew that this was actually a talisman of the Huang family, and for his own sake, his father took it out and handed it to himself.

It is also called a banban.

Because it is brave and warlike, and can sing and dance, so it has always had a very peculiar performance on the battlefield, when King Wu of Zhou fell, he got the help of the people, and at that time as a charge army only 3,000 people, and the army of the opposite king is called 700,000......

The people went out to fight, singing and dancing on the battlefield, while killing the enemy, perhaps they had never seen such a battle mode full of battlefield art and beauty, and the romantic feelings overflowed, and the morale of the soldiers of the king of the army quickly fell to the bottom and fled in all directions, so this battle was called "the king of martial arts, singing and dancing before and after".

Later, Liu Bang was able to determine the world, and the people also contributed a lot, and later Liu Bang rewarded the people and allowed some preferential policies, which can be used to offset the payment of taxes with cloth, "one horse for adults, two zhang for small mouths", which is considered to be tax paid, so in the Han Dynasty, the people of the people multiplied and settled in Langzhong, and gradually prospered.

As long as such a token is held in his hand, it is equivalent to an additional foreign aid of the armed forces, and when others want to move the Huang family, they must also consider it twice, but now Huang's father has directly handed over this token to Huang Quan's hands and let him use it directly.

Because Zhang Ze in Hanzhong had suppressed the rebellion and suppressed Ban Yuman before, it was definitely impossible for Ban Yuman to take refuge in Zhang Ze's place, and only then could he ensure his loyalty to Huang Quan.

"Father......" Huang Quan held the wooden box, a little hesitant.

"Go ahead......," Huang Quan's father waved his hand and said, "Once the decision has been made, it will be done...... Rest early, and we'll leave tomorrow......"

"Only ......"

Huang Quan bowed again and withdrew.

Huang's father sat behind the table, lowered his eyes, and watched Huang Quan's figure stretch out under the reflection of the setting sun, and the figure dangled in front of the table, as if he was thinking about something, and then gradually disappeared a little bit, and finally disappeared at the door.

……………… Zhongxing sword is naturally the imperial power, and the book friend is talented............

"Uncle! We don't have a choice! Must fight, must fight! Ma Chao jumped and shouted, the green tendons at the corners of his forehead came out, "A thief in the west, killing a certain brother, destroying a certain part, if this revenge is not avenged, how can the Ma clan gain a foothold?!" ”

Han Sui frowned, his nose and eyes were about to wrinkle together.

Damn, you know you're "Ma's"?

It's hard for you to gain a foothold in Ma's, do you have a relationship with me for half a five-baht? Did Lao Tzu cause you to fail, did Lao Tzu let your clan brother go to death?

I persuaded you to come back together, but I didn't want to, okay, now I have suffered a loss and come to call again, is it that Lao Tzu owes you?

"Uncle...... Ma Chao didn't look at Han Sui's face, or pretended not to see it if he saw it, and continued, "It's midsummer now, and autumn is about to begin!" Uncle! The Mid-Autumn Festival is imminent! If the thieves who conquered the west collected the autumn grain, relieved themselves, and stabilized Guanzhong, they would definitely march westward in the past! How will you and I deal with ourselves? ”

Hiding here?

There's a fart for hiding!

Even if you can stay in a safe corner, how long can you last it? Take the barren Xiliang to compete with the rich Guanzhong? It's been fucking fighting for decades, isn't that enough?

"Hmmm......"

Han Sui's brows loosened a little, did this sound like some human words......

This is not just the relationship between the couch, this is also Han Sui's wish for many years, why doesn't he want to live in Guanzhong, really change from wearing a leather robe to wearing a brocade robe, and there are no longer piles of stinky Qiang people who rarely take a bath twice in a lifetime, but the fragrant, tender Guanzhong, Shandong, and even Jianghuai beauties?

Just like Ma Chao said, if General Zhengxi stabilized Guanzhong, then Han Sui's wish would be like a mirror, and he could only sigh with admiration.

“…… Tell me, what are you going to do, nephew Xian, ......" After pondering for a long time, Han Sui finally spoke.

"Grab it, burn it, kill it!" Ma Chao said viciously, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, "If you can grab it, you will grab it, and if you can't grab it, burn it!" Along the way, whether it is military or civilian, kill them all! It is necessary to make it impossible for the thieves to conquer the west to gain a foothold in Guanzhong! ”

Compared with Han Suilai, Ma Chao has less choice, and he has no choice.

Because of this failure, coupled with Ma Dai's death, the small voices that had stopped in the family came out again.

Even those Qiang people, looking at Ma Chao's gaze, have undergone some changes.

How can this make Ma Chao bearable?

Ma Chao desperately needed a victory to solidify his family's position and prestige among the Qiang people, and he had no choice.

However, Han Sui still did not let go of his brows, what Ma Chao just said was too vague, there was no exact execution goal, and there was no direction of attack, such a plan could not satisfy Han Sui.

Han Sui has long passed the age where a few empty slogans can incite blood boiling, and he needs a more practical and practical plan of action.

"Uncle...... Ma Chao took a step forward, lowered his voice, and continued, "The little thief of the expedition to the west is in the lower Wudu Tun grain transfer...... Here's how we can ......."

In the end, Han Sui considered it again and again and agreed to Ma Chao's plan.

Looking at Ma Chao's farewell, Han Sui's eyes flickered, and his originally somewhat puzzled look quickly turned into anger, and then became a little indifferent......

………………………………

Dong'e County.

It was nearly midnight, and there was a small sound in the corner of the city gatehouse.

"Uncle ......"

This uncle's cry was weak, like a mosquito chirping in his ear, and if he was not careful, he would leak out.

"You're hungry again?" In the darkness, an old voice replied, "I don't have anything to eat...... Bear with me and go to sleep...... Don't be hungry when you sleep......"

"Oh......" the young voice replied in a low voice, trying to curl up a little smaller, so that the hunger would subside a little.

There are still two months to go before autumn, and normally speaking, it should be waiting for the time to look forward to the harvest, but in the hearts of the Dong'a people, not only is there no joy of harvest, only endless fear......

In the cultivated fields outside the city, not even half a grain of grain can be found.

Even the most hungry farmer is reluctant to poison the grain when it is about to ripen, but the locusts don't care. The locusts in the sky flew from the western sky, covering the sky and the sun, like a movable curtain covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the sky over the county seat of Dong'e.

The grass is bald.

The leaves are bare.

All the cultivated land is left, and only the roots of the seedlings that are less than an inch long remain......

What man can eat, what man can't, the locusts have eaten, and there is nothing left.

When the locusts were full, or probably had nothing to eat, they continued to fly eastward, leaving Dong'a with nothing but boundless worry and fear.

What's next?

One stone of rice was sold for five or six hundred thousand yuan on the market, and there was no market price, so there was not much quantity at all. In previous years, one stone of rice was two or three hundred yuan.

Between heaven and earth, all of them are dark colors that cannot be dissolved, just like human blood has been exposed for a long time and has turned into that red and black color.

On the wilderness, a little light flickered, and then a line of queues slowly appeared, slowly coming towards Dong'e County......

"The rat trappers are back,......" shouted the guards on duty, "ready to open the gates!" ”

Although it is already the middle of the night, normally the city gate should not be opened, but in this extraordinary period, who will take this rule to heart?

What's more, this was originally an order from the county commander Cheng Yu. Five days ago, the county ordered soldiers to be sent to the barren mountains and wilderness outside the city to hunt rats......

"Uncle...... The rat catcher is back...... "The half-grown boy couldn't sleep at all, and when he heard the sound, he hurriedly lay down on the battlements, and said as he watched, "...... What a heavy smell of blood......"

"Come back! Don't look at it,...... old voice shouted.

The half-size child didn't move," ...... I heard that when I went to hunt rats outside the city yesterday, a chief and five soldiers were killed by rats...... Uncle, what kind of wild rat is so powerful...... Also, I heard that the prefectural order is recruiting people from the rat trapping team again......"

The old man couldn't help but raise a few points: "Get back!" Stone eggs, get back to me! ”

Shi Danzi saw that his uncle was angry, so he hurriedly ran back.

“…… Your father died early...... "The old man sighed and said, "...... I don't have the money to marry a wife, so I'll treat you as my own...... Over the years, I haven't been able to make a name for myself...... It's the ...... that suffers you, and you are starving and freezing together."

"Eh, uncle, what did you say about that......" Shi Dan said, "Isn't my uncle taking good care of me......"

"Stone Egg, listen to your uncle...... the old man grabbed Stone Egg's arm tightly and said, "No matter what, don't go to the rat catcher!" Don't even look at it! ”

"Why?" Shi Dan's eyes widened, and his clear eyes looked at the old man.

"No why!" The strength in the old man's hand couldn't help but increase a little, "If you don't want to go, don't go!" Don't even look at it! ”

“…… Oh...... Knowing it......" Although Shi Dan felt inexplicable, he still agreed first, "...... But, uncle, I've heard that the rat catchers have rat meat to eat......"

The old man slapped angrily, but slapped himself in the face.

"Uncle! What are you doing here? ”

"Stone Egg...... The old man grabbed Stone Egg's arm tightly, his eyes were full of boundless fear and sorrow, "If you recognize me as an uncle, you will listen to your uncle...... I still want to be a personal ...... You can't eat this rat meat, and if you eat it, you're no longer human, it's a ghost, it's a ghost......"