Last time, Zhang Liang and Zhang Ping discussed ways to solve the future food shortage, and Zhang Ping suggested diverting the population to Beihai and experimenting with the method of relying on the sea to eat the sea.

Zhang Liang heard Zhang Ping's obvious deceptive words behind him, and the black line on his face secretly blamed his nephew for being immature. But my nephew is only four years old, how mature can I ask him to be? I really shouldn't have listened to my nephew's advice and gave up Jizhou. But now that I haven't given up, I've given up, what else can I do? Hit back? Zhang Liang didn't have the confidence to beat Huangfu Song, after all, after two turmoil, the Yellow Turban Army now has insufficient troops, if he can give Zhang Liang half a year's time, he is not afraid of Huangfu Song's 40,000 soldiers and horses, and the Yellow Turban Army can also pull out an army of 40,000 heavily armed Taiping Sect disciples.

Zhang Liang said helplessly: "Then let Zhao Yun take the people of Changshan to Beihai instead." For the rest of the people, I'll figure it out with your second uncle. ”

Zhang Ping felt guilty in his heart, and when he thought that Montenegro was about to squeeze a population of millions, he was even more uneasy, and wanted to persuade Zhang Liang to divert the population, but he didn't have any idea, and muttered in his mouth: "All the people are crowded in Montenegro, I'm afraid it's ...... I'm afraid it's ......" Zhang Ping didn't even say that he was afraid of it, and he wasn't afraid that it would come out of nowhere, because he didn't have any concept about it.

Zhang Liang saw Zhang Ping's guilty look, so he comforted: "Ping'er, don't think too much, your second uncle still has a lot of food over there, and it's no problem to eat it for four or five years, but there is no way to keep it for so long." ”

This time it was Zhang Ping's turn to have a black line on his face, what are you afraid of when there is so much food? But why is there so much food? Didn't I hear my father say that Jizhou often had disasters and famines in the past few years?

Zhang Ping asked Zhang Liang curiously: "Third uncle, isn't Jizhou often in trouble?" Where did you get so much food in stock? ”

Zhang Liangshen said mysteriously: "The disaster is just a matter for ordinary people, and the big families of the scholar clan will not make a disaster." You don't know how much grain we copied from the big families in Qinghe Country at the beginning. In the past, I often fought against my eldest brother, and the dead eunuch was in the army, and we are not like those big families who took refuge in him. But this time when we leave Jizhou, we don't need to worry so much. ”

Listening to Zhang Liang's gloomy words, Zhang Ping felt a chill in his heart, he knew that behind these words meant blood, but he was powerless to stop it. At this time, the Yellow Turban Army completely offended the scholar class in Jizhou. Zhang Ping didn't have much thought about this for the time being, because he hadn't even thought clearly about whether he wanted to carry the banner of the Yellow Turban Army.

In addition, Zhang Ping also has a little worry, or regret, he is afraid that the famous beauty Zhen Mi in history will die in this turmoil, after all, the Zhen family is a big family in Jizhou, and the Yellow Turban Army's action of copying a big family this time is likely to copy the Zhen family.

Zhang Ping didn't have any intentions for Zhen Mi, he just felt that since he had unfortunately traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, he couldn't see those beauties who left their names in history, and he would have some small regrets in his heart. Especially now Zhen Mi's untimely death is caused by his own decision.

It's just that Zhang Ping's regret is superfluous. Wuji County, where the Zhen family is located, is under the jurisdiction of Zhao Yun, and Zhao Yun's negative attitude allowed the Zhen family to survive this catastrophe safely.

Zhang Ping let go of his regret that he couldn't see Zhen Mi, and said to Zhang Liang: "Third uncle, since the food supply is not a problem for a short time, don't let Zhao Yun take the people of Changshan to Beihai, my nephew doesn't want to harm them." ”

Zhang Liang frowned and said, "But two years later, I won't be able to raise so many people here!" Millet is easy to preserve, but other things are harder. ”

Zhang Liang heard Zhang Ping's obvious deceptive words behind him, and the black line on his face secretly blamed his nephew for being immature. But my nephew is only four years old, how mature can I ask him to be? I really shouldn't have listened to my nephew's advice and gave up Jizhou. But now that I haven't given up, I've given up, what else can I do? Hit back? Zhang Liang didn't have the confidence to beat Huangfu Song, after all, after two turmoil, the Yellow Turban Army now has insufficient troops, if he can give Zhang Liang half a year's time, he is not afraid of Huangfu Song's 40,000 soldiers and horses, and the Yellow Turban Army can also pull out an army of 40,000 heavily armed Taiping Sect disciples.

Zhang Liang said helplessly: "Then let Zhao Yun take the people of Changshan to Beihai instead." For the rest of the people, I'll figure it out with your second uncle. ”

Zhang Ping felt guilty in his heart, and when he thought that Montenegro was about to squeeze a population of millions, he was even more uneasy, and wanted to persuade Zhang Liang to divert the population, but he didn't have any idea, and muttered in his mouth: "All the people are crowded in Montenegro, I'm afraid it's ...... I'm afraid it's ......" Zhang Ping didn't even say that he was afraid of it, and he wasn't afraid that it would come out of nowhere, because he didn't have any concept about it.

Zhang Liang saw Zhang Ping's guilty look, so he comforted: "Ping'er, don't think too much, your second uncle still has a lot of food over there, and it's no problem to eat it for four or five years, but there is no way to keep it for so long." ”

This time it was Zhang Ping's turn to have a black line on his face, what are you afraid of when there is so much food? But why is there so much food? Didn't I hear my father say that Jizhou often had disasters and famines in the past few years?

Zhang Ping asked Zhang Liang curiously: "Third uncle, isn't Jizhou often in trouble?" Where did you get so much food in stock? ”

Zhang Liangshen said mysteriously: "The disaster is just a matter for ordinary people, and the big families of the scholar clan will not make a disaster." You don't know how much grain we copied from the big families in Qinghe Country at the beginning. In the past, I often fought against my eldest brother, and the dead eunuch was in the army, and we are not like those big families who took refuge in him. But this time when we leave Jizhou, we don't need to worry so much. ”

Listening to Zhang Liang's gloomy words, Zhang Ping felt a chill in his heart, he knew that behind these words meant blood, but he was powerless to stop it. At this time, the Yellow Turban Army completely offended the scholar class in Jizhou. Zhang Ping didn't have much thought about this for the time being, because he hadn't even thought clearly about whether he wanted to carry the banner of the Yellow Turban Army.

In addition, Zhang Ping also has a little worry, or regret, he is afraid that the famous beauty Zhen Mi in history will die in this turmoil, after all, the Zhen family is a big family in Jizhou, and the Yellow Turban Army's action of copying a big family this time is likely to copy the Zhen family.

Zhang Ping didn't have any intentions for Zhen Mi, he just felt that since he had unfortunately traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, he couldn't see those beauties who left their names in history, and he would have some small regrets in his heart. Especially now Zhen Mi's untimely death is caused by his own decision.

It's just that Zhang Ping's regret is superfluous. Wuji County, where the Zhen family is located, is under the jurisdiction of Zhao Yun, and Zhao Yun's negative attitude allowed the Zhen family to survive this catastrophe safely.