There are a thousand people, and it is completely heavenly; There are 10,000 people, and there is no boundary.

Looking at the black head in front of him, Huo Bao couldn't take his eyes off and swallowed his saliva.

Marshal Liu of Bozhou only has 8,000 people on hand, so he can unite a few people and divide the land of a state; Deng Jian has so many people, even if he can't occupy one state, there is no problem in occupying several counties.

"Gudu", "Gudu", at the entrance of the barracks, there are more than a dozen large iron pots with a diameter of five or six feet, and thick porridge is boiling steaming inside.

Next to the iron pot, there are stacks of sacks.

Two of them had open mouths, revealing the grain inside.

No matter who set up the ambush outside the city last night, this "bait" was swallowed by Deng Jian.

This morning's thick porridge and the grain piled next to it are all for everyone to see.

There are 500 square towns in the county, and each town has a variety of town flags.

The soldiers were all concentrated under the town flag, and Huo Bao also understood how Hou Xiaoming knew the number of people yesterday.

Know the number of people in each town, and then count the town flags, and you can calculate the total number of people.

The county soldiers began to line up to serve porridge, and Deng Jian also beckoned Huo Bao and others into the barracks.

Huo Bao didn't go in immediately, and said to Hou Xiaoming: "Call the brothers who came in yesterday as well, my cousin is not an outsider here." ”

Hou Xiaoming was ordered to go down.

Deng Jian smiled at Huo Bao and entered the barracks.

After a while, someone brought food, nothing else, just a large bowl of thick porridge.

Everyone tossed all night, they were all hungry, no one was verbose, and they all buried their heads in breakfast.

When the bowl of porridge was finished, Hou Xiaoming also brought someone over.

Not counting himself, there are four people in total, all of whom are village warriors under the hands of Tusan.

Deng Jian put down the porridge bowl and looked at a few people carefully: "These few can be used, this is also your person?" Why is it so much different from the previous ones? ”

"No, these are the warriors of my third uncle's side...... My third uncle is a conquest envoy under Marshal Liu of Bozhou......" Huo Bao chose to tell the truth.

Huo Bao was in the game before, and if he cared about it, he was chaotic; Now that I wake up, I understand.

If Deng Jian was really wholeheartedly loyal to the imperial court, he would not only expel the white-shirts when he "recovered" Quyang, but also had to take credit for his head in wartime.

Deng Jian's secession is more like "waiting for the price to sell".

As for whether the buyer is a court or a white-shirted soldier, it depends on the price.

Even if it's just expanded, it's still a manpower.

There are more than 20,000 troops, and these people are just training.

These manpower, whether it is the cheap uncle or the Marshal Liu behind the cheap uncle, is not what Huo Bao wants.

Rather than hiding it and waiting for the third uncle to come over in person to "recruit talents", it is better to intervene yourself.

Huo Bao's eyes were full of sincerity.

Deng Jian instructed the people around him to change the sea bowl, and when everyone ate about the same, there were only two uncles and nephews in the rice bucket, adding bowls after bowls.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can eat like my father! Can't be wrong, cousin, you must be my own cousin! Xiuxiu was surprised.

Old Man Deng nodded and said, "It is a blessing to be able to eat well, and to be able to eat!" ”

After eating five or six bowls of thick porridge in a row, Deng Jian put down his chopsticks, Huo Bao didn't add any more porridge, and the two uncles and nephews were considered to have finished breakfast.

"Let's go, let me play!" Deng Jian got up and greeted Huo Bao.

Huo Bao got up and responded.

Huo Bao, Shui Jin and the others also got up and wanted to go out.

"Don't be idle, call some people to follow, send the old man back to the Sifang Building, and then bring back all the people over there......" Speaking of this, Deng Jian brought a murderous aura: "All of them are brought back, whether they were there last night or the first ones!" ”

Listening to the meaning of this, there was a mistake in the hands of the people who had arranged it in the Sifang Inn before.

Huo Bao and Shui Jin didn't expect Deng Jian to be so unkind to treat everyone as an outsider, so they instructed and looked at Huo Bao.

Huo Bao nodded and said, "Uncle Cousin has ordered, Brother Shui and the leopard will take people on a trip!" ”

Xiuxiu wanted to follow him to the school field, but he didn't worry about Old Man Deng, so he followed him back to the Sifang Building.

The uncle and nephew walked to the school field.

"Say, your eyes are rolling, what's bad to hold back?" Deng Jian snorted lightly.

Huo Bao blinked innocently: "My nephew is just worried about my cousin, that Huang Juren is not a thing, but what he said makes some sense...... I heard that the imperial court emphasized literature over military force, and often rotated the generals from all over the country, so they were more prepared. This is still the case for the military generals stationed in the place, like what Uncle Cousin is doing now, it is also a big taboo. ”

"What if you commit a taboo? Jianghuai has become mud, can the court still cross the white dog to clean me up? Deng Jian disagreed.

"Uncle Cousin...... Is this self-reliance? Huo Bao lowered his voice.

"Am I stupid? Even if many people have died in natural and man-made disasters in the past two years, Daning has a population of 50 or 60 million, what is the use of 20,000 people? ”

"No matter what Uncle Cousin plans, you have to rely on one end......" Huo Bao paused: "Uncle Cousin seems to be disapproving of the White Shirts?" ”

"Humph! Pretending to be a god and playing ghosts, pretending to practice selfish desires under the pretense of Buddhism and Taoism, and talking about spoiling the people, these white dogs may not be much better than the government! ”

“……”

Huo Bao didn't know how to answer.

Fang Cai is already a shallow and deep talker, seeing that this Deng Jian is a "white dog" in private, obviously he really has no good impression of the white shirts.

Seeing that Huo Bao was silent, Deng Jian stopped, looked back at him, and said, "Have you read the book?" ”

"I have been in Mongolia for two years."

"Then you can help me think about it, is there any way that can be easily accepted and convinced by the people like Maitreya?"

Huo Bao's eyes widened.

This Deng Jian still has the heart of self-reliance!

But it is also understandable that in troubled times, there is ability and opportunity, who doesn't want to toss and toss?

It's just that Maitreya has been preached for hundreds of years, integrating Taoism and Buddhism, which is easy to understand and familiar to the common people.

It is not easy to spread other doctrines.

Nowadays, there are many people in extreme poverty, and communism is suitable for propagation, but that will offend the dead gentry class.

Now the people are divided into four classes, scholars, farmers, industrialists, and merchants, and the "workers" here refer to craftsmen, not workers.

In an agrarian society, knowledge is still monopolized by the scholar class, and the wisdom of the people is not yet opened, and it is a dream to want to leave aside the gentry and only rely on the peasants to win the world.

"Uncle Cousin, even if you come up with other words in a hurry, I'm afraid it's too late...... Jianghuai has been in chaos, and Jiangnan will not be peaceful for long. ”

The Daning Dynasty is now a broken lantern and is ventilated everywhere.

In the final analysis, it is because the imperial power is unclear, the officials are corrupt, and the people are exploited too ruthlessly.

In addition, in addition to the successive years of natural disasters, man-made disasters have followed one after another, revealing the appearance of the end times.

Deng Jian was a little depressed: "The country that was fought hard by Bali will be harmed like this in sixty or seventy years!" Is there no other way out, so I will give Liu Sheng people for nothing? Why? ”

"Marshal Liu gathered to burn incense and led himself to the head of the Bozhou Maitreya Sect...... My cousin has 'recovered' before, and I'm afraid I won't be able to take this road, unless I ...... I met a master, I woke up and returned to the Maitreya ......"

"Who is the 'master'? Your third uncle? Deng Jian raised his eyebrows.

"My third uncle was ordered to recapture Quyang and prepare for the fight against Chuzhou...... Marshal Liu is a native of Chuzhou and will not give up his ancestral land......"

In the eyes of the adults in the Chuzhou Prefecture, Deng Jian's "chaotic soldiers" here are no different from the white-shirted army.

If Deng Jian took a step back and bowed to the state capital, the next step would be to transfer troops to defend Chuzhou and fight against the White Shirts.

Deng Jian obviously understands this, so he is so worried.

But from the fact that he knew that it was a trap and personally went out of the city to find food, it can also be seen that he is almost unable to bear the 20,000 troops.

There is no need to wait for the court to convict, and there is no need to wait for the white-shirted army to attack, just one day when the food is cut off, the 20,000-strong army will be bombed and scattered, and everything will be empty.

How to help Deng Jian solve the current crisis?

Huo Bao thought of someone inexplicably.

Xue Biao.

It is not that I think of Xue Biao's grain shop in Jinling, but that I think of his deception and trafficking in human beings.

Huo Bao's eyes lit up.

"Uncle Cousin, since you can't support 20,000 people, then ...... Elite soldiers...... The White Shirt Army was short of men, and recruited troops everywhere to prepare for the attack on Chuzhou, if my cousin used this to negotiate, leave Quyang, occupy Binjiang, and open the road to the south to transport grain, it would be easier to raise troops. ”

Chuzhou has four counties, Yongyang County, Lingshui County, Quyang County and Binjiang County.

Binjiang County, close to the Yangtze River, can cross the river to Jinling, or go up the river to the two lakes.

If you get Binjiang, you will be able to defy the chaos of Jianghuai and have a way back.