Last time, Zhang Liang asked Murong Xuanzheng about some of the situation.

After Zhang Liang finished asking, he asked Murong Xuanzheng to go back to his tent to rest first, and then come over to eat with him when it was time for dinner.

In the evening, Murong Xuanzheng had the honor to accompany the two doctors to dinner.

The food in the army was not more than usual, the form was simple, and the portions were sufficient. Only Zhang Bao's own is more special, it is the small stove opened for him by the cook he brought. Although the army was hard, the Yellow Turban Army's dinner table was more abundant than that of the poor people. And the food of the Yellow Turban Army in Jizhou made Murong Xuanzheng from Youzhou envious. He thought to himself: If only the brothers in Youzhou could eat so richly.

At present, there is a lot of grain stored in the hands of the Yellow Turban Army in Jizhou, on the one hand, because most of Jizhou has evolved peacefully and has basically not been destroyed, and secondly, after the Qinghe State was exterminated, a lot of it was copied from the local royal family and officials. Therefore, the Jizhou Yellow Turban Army is not in danger of food shortage for the time being.

But the Yellow Turban Army in other states has a relatively tight food supply. Fortunately, because Zhang Jiao did not intend to rebel temporarily, he has been preparing all along, storing food and weapons. Weapons were strictly controlled, but food was relatively relaxed, so there was no risk of a break in the Yellow Turban Army in various places for the time being, but it would be better if they could launch an uprising after the autumn harvest. But man is not as good as heaven.

In order to fight a protracted war, Zhang Jiao strictly instructed all localities not to excessively conscript soldiers, but to mobilize the believers who had not enlisted in the army to engage in productive activities, which was also a suggestion put forward by Zhang Ping. It is precisely because of the existence of this order that the scale of the Yellow Turban Army throughout the country is not too large, but it is too widely distributed and scattered. This also led to the misjudgment of the scale of the Yellow Turban Uprising by the central government of the Han Dynasty, causing them to think that the Yellow Turbans were just a disease of scabies, and they still only cared about the internal struggle for power, not knowing that they were in danger of being overturned.

During the banquet, Zhang Liang frequently asked Murong Xuanzheng about the affairs of Zhuo County, mainly related to the People's Self-Defense Army, and from time to time he ran to Zhang Bao's table and ate Zhang Bao's meat and vegetables in front of Zhang Bao, which made Zhang Bao very annoyed, but it was not easy to make it. Because Zhang Liang has been like this since he was a child, no matter how Zhang Bao preaches or protests, it is useless, and although Zhang Bao is five years older than Zhang Liang, after Zhang Liang began to grow up, Zhang Bao has never won against Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang felt that he was almost familiar with Murong Xuanzheng, so he opened his mouth to ask about Murong Xuanzheng's privacy: "Xuanzheng, you said that you are a Xianbei clan, but you are not a Xianbei person, why is this?" ”

If another inconsequential person asked Murong Xuanzheng this question, Murong Xuanzheng would definitely not answer, because this was the hatred in Murong Xuanzheng's heart and the pain in his heart, and he didn't need others to share it with him. It's just that the person who asked him now is the great doctor of the Taiping Sect, Murong Xuanzheng is very grateful to the Taiping Sect, if it weren't for the help of the Taiping Sect, he Murong Xuanzheng might have ceased to exist. Murong Xuanzheng chose to answer out of respect for Zhang Liang, not because Zhang Liang was self-righteous and familiar. Murong Xuanzheng felt that he was far from the level of familiarity between Yan Zheng and Zhang Liang.

Murong Xuanzheng told Zhang Liang about his life experience, and Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao were all embarrassed when they heard it.

Zhang Liang asked: "You started to grow your hair because of your hatred for Xianbei people, right?" ”

Murong Xuanzheng had just finished talking about his tragic experience, and his mood had not yet recovered, so he didn't reply, just nodded.

Zhang Liang said again: "Then why do you still have braids? Just cut it. ”

Murong Xuanzheng said: "It was my uncle who didn't let me cut it, he said that he had to remember that he was from the Xianbei tribe." ”

Zhang Liang said indifferently: "Is this necessary? Don't you think your current hairstyle is ugly? ”

Hearing Zhang Liang tell himself to cut his braids turned out to be because he felt ugly, although his aesthetic was assimilated by the Han people, and he also felt that his hairstyle was ugly, but just like Uncle Zitian (Murong Yu, the head of the Murong Clan's guard) said, this is a mark of the Xianbei Clan.

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Murong Xuanzheng was embarrassed for a while, and he didn't know how to refuse Zhang Liang's kindness.

Zhang Liang continued: "Your hairstyle is really too individual, this time I plan to take you to investigate the affairs of the People's Self-Defense Army, if you still keep this hairstyle, they will definitely recognize you." So you'd better hurry up and cut your braids. Not only will the People's Self-Defense Army recognize you, but I think the officers and soldiers of Zhuo County who have fought with you will also recognize you. ”

Murong Xuanzheng thought about it carefully and felt that what Zhang Liang said was very reasonable, and his hairstyle was indeed too easy to identify. This time, I was able to come to the camp of the Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou without hindrance, and I was lucky to reach the tip of my toes, but next time, I guess I won't be so lucky.

Murong Xuanzheng stood up, bowed to Zhang Liang, and said respectfully, "Doctor Xie mentions." ”

In fact, Zhang Liang mainly felt that Murong Xuanzheng's hairstyle was spicy, but the reason didn't matter, but Murong Xuanzheng was willing to change the hairstyle of spicy eyes, and Zhang Liang was still very pleased.

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Xuan Zheng, have you eaten enough?" When you're full, I'll take you over to find someone to give you a haircut. ”

In such a hurry? However, Murong Xuanzheng had already eaten enough, so he agreed to Zhang Liang and followed Zhang Liang to leave the tent.

Three days later, Zhang Fei's Zhuangzi.

As soon as Zhang Muzi came down from the training ground, before he got home, his grandmother next door said to him: "Xiao Lizi, your distant relatives came to see you, and you were not there at that time, so I asked them to wait for you at my house." You can come here and get them back. ”

Because Zhang Fei's father paid the pension on behalf of the imperial court, Zhangjiazhuang's life has returned to normal. The grandmother who lives next door to Zhang Muzi, her eldest son was cut off a hand when he was fighting against Zhao Ergou's troops, and it was Zhang Muzi who saved her son's life under the enemy's knife, so the old man was very grateful to Zhang Muzi. In addition, Zhang Muzi is likable, kind, and compassionate, and Zhang Muzi's parents have passed away, and he is the only one left in the family, so Grandma can't wait to treat Zhang Muzi as her own son.

Zhang Muzi didn't know which relative came to look for him, and he was suspicious, but he still thanked his grandmother very politely: "Aunt Hua, I'm sorry for you." With that, Zhang Muzi followed the Aunt Hua into the courtyard behind Aunt Hua.

Zhang Muzi saw three strangers in Aunt Hua's yard, and he was vigilant, and he wanted to ask each other about their origins. The young man with the youngest and shortest hair on the other side spoke first: "Little Lizi, you don't recognize me?" ”

Zhang Muzi heard what the other party said, took a closer look, and felt that he was indeed a little familiar, but he was not sure, because if he confessed to the mistake, he would die.

(End of chapter)