Nanyangye County.

Early in the morning, as soon as the sky was dark, a hurried sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, and the pedestrians on the street were very puzzled, and they secretly guessed while dodging to the side of the road.

After a while, a soldier wearing armor appeared in front of him, and someone took the initiative to restrain the silk reins and inquire about the location of the county office.

Many pedestrians gathered around, looking at this burly and sturdy armorer curiously.

"Master Jun, who are you? Is there anything wrong with finding a prefectural order? ”

"Folks, I'm not a master, I'm just a personal soldier next to General Zhao, I was ordered to come to Ye County this time, to make a monument of merit for the brothers who died in battle!"

"What? What monument to erect?

Kugen smiled innocently, and repeated again, "Merit Monument, there are 5 brothers from Yexian in our army who died in Yangcheng this time, they are all good, General Zhao said, in addition to the pension subsidy, we will set up a monument to commemorate them in their hometown." ”

An elderly man shook his head again, and was surprised, "The old man lives so big, I have never heard of this kind of thing, when the soldier dies in battle, he will also set up a monument, this General Zhao is really not simple, everything is decided for our people, okay, it seems that we have hope in the future." ”

Someone was busy showing the way to the bitter root, and the bitter root thanked him, beat the horse and whipped straight to the direction of the county government and galloped away.

Several villagers gathered together, looking at the distant figure of the bitter root for a long time, and the ups and downs of thought in their hearts were full of emotion.

Since Zhao Yun defeated Yuan Shu, he first erected a martyr's monument in Nanyang, and then took out a high amount of money to pay a pension, no, in the hometown of the fallen soldiers, he also had to set up a monument of merit, and the villagers praised Zhao Yun for what he did.

And what Zhao Yun did was just the beginning ......!

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Before dawn, Zhao Yun got up, after freshening up, he first connected a gun in the yard, stretched his muscles and bones, and after a short time, Jing Nan prepared the meal, Zhao Yun ate very simple, a bowl of soup cakes, a plate of fresh leeks, a plate of green radish, and two bowls of rice porridge.

Zhao Yun doesn't like extravagance, and his perennial military career has tempered his character to be more calm and introverted, simple and resolute, and Zhao Yun is very unaccustomed to brocade clothes and jade food, and he is too comfortable, which will make people lazy and pursue enjoyment, thus losing his sharpness and fighting spirit.

Simply put, Zhao Yun was already very satisfied in his heart.

After breakfast, Zhao Yun changed into casual clothes and took the Jingnan and Jingbei brothers to the street, visiting the people's situation and visiting the field.

The two brothers in Jingnan are the two pro-soldiers selected by Zhao Yun in the Nanyang surrender team, and the number of pro-soldiers around Zhao Yun is not much, so far there are only 18 in total, but the personnel composition is extremely complicated, among which 5 are Wuhuan soldiers, 5 Yellow Turban soldiers, 3 Xiliang soldiers, 3 Jizhou people, and 2 Nanyang soldiers.

There were many people from Zhao Yun's hometown of Changshan who joined the army, but none of Zhao Yun's personal soldiers were from his hometown.

Zhao Yun did this to let everyone understand that he treats people equally, and will never be biased and unfair.

Walking all the way to Dongcheng, Zhao Yun encountered a lot of funeral teams wearing linen and filial piety, and the battle was over, but the scene he saw in front of him still made Zhao Yun feel very heavy.

These people held white flags in their hands, wore sackcloth clothes, and tied straw ropes around their waists, and they cried out to the heavens and the earth, and wept loudly, crying heartbreakingly, smelling sadness, and those who saw it wept.

After asking carefully, Zhao Yun learned that these people were not crying his soldiers, but Yuan Shu's soldiers, most of Yuan Shu's soldiers were forcibly recruited in Nanyang, and Zhao Yun had a fierce battle, Nanyang soldiers died no less than 20,000 people, and the result can be imagined, at least 20,000 families lost their loved ones.

Zhao Yun frowned, as if he had pressed a big stone in his heart, there are no immortals in the war, it is said that he is not to blame, but Yuan Shu has already run away, and the mess he left behind, Zhao Yun bears it, and the families of those who died, Zhao Yun must not stand idly by.

"Jingbei, you go back to Taishou Mansion immediately, tell General Xu Rong, let him immediately want the situation of the victims' families, and immediately give compensation as appropriate, and handle it immediately."

"Lord, this is ......" Jing Bei opened his mouth, trying to persuade Zhao Yun to change his mind.

But seeing that Zhao Yun's face was blue and gloomy, Jing Bei had no choice but to swallow back the unfinished words and "promise" to promise, Jing Bei turned around and walked away quickly, returning to the Taishou Mansion.

Jing Bei is not wrong, Zhao Yun has already spent a lot of money on supplements and pensions for his own people, and there is not much money left in the treasury, now it is good, even Yuan Shu's soldiers have to take money to subsidize, Jing Bei does not understand very much, but Zhao Yun feels that he has to do this, although those Nanyang soldiers are not Zhao Yun's, but the parents and relatives of those people are now responsible for Zhao Yun.

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After visiting Dongcheng, Zhao Yun took Jing Nan to turn around and went to Nancheng, along the way, Zhao Yun's mood became heavier and heavier, the originally prosperous and wealthy Nanyang was extremely deserted, the pedestrians on the street were sparse, and the street vendors were pitiful.

It is difficult for Zhao Yun to be like Liu Bei, his mood is invisible, he is in a bad mood, and his face is like a barometer, which will be revealed in time.

Zhao Yun's teeth itched, he knew that all this was caused by Yuan Shu.

Zhao Yun was in Nanyang, knocking on the bones and sucking the marrow, leviing taxes on a large scale, and even conniving at his subordinates to burn, kill and loot, and scourge the place like a thief and a grass robber, but now Yuan Shu ran away in a gray manner, but Zhao Yun had to wipe his ass for him and clean up the mess.

There is a market near the south gate, where people come and go, and it is noisy, which is completely different from the desertion just now.

Zhao Yun's mood improved slightly, and he stepped into Nanshi, and soon Zhao Yun found a problem, and the mood that had just improved sank to the bottom again, even worse than just now.

It turns out that the reason why this place is more lively is because there is a people's market.

The so-called human market is the open buying and selling of human beings, there are groups of people on the ground, there are many people around, in front of each stall, there are people kneeling on the ground and sticking a straw dart in their necks, there are those who sell their children and daughters, there are also slave traders, noisy and shouting, making noise, shouting, bargaining, women and children crying...... In a mess, Zhao Yun's brows were deeply twisted into a Sichuan character, and he glanced back at Jing Nan, "What's going on?" ”

Jing Nan shook his head, "Childe, this kind of thing has long been canceled by the government, but the war is raging, and many people are forced to buy and sell on their own because they have no way to make a living. ”

Through Zhao Yun's observation, it is true that many stalls are spontaneous and voluntary, some sell their own women, some sell their own children, cheap hundreds of dollars, expensive tens of thousands of dollars, in addition, there are also many relatively large 'trafficking gangs'.