The problem of information asymmetry has not been well solved even in Zhao Hong's previous life when there was an Internet, let alone in the Eastern Han Dynasty, where productivity and communication were extremely underdeveloped.

Zhao Hong suddenly remembered the important beginning of the history of the Three Kingdoms, Dong Zhuo led troops into Beijing to abolish the emperor. This history is familiar to those who are familiar with "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and it is not accidental that this incident and Zhang Yangjun became a bandit. Isn't it true that Marxism often says that there is a universal connection between things, and linking these two things can explain why Zhang Yangjun became a bandit. Zhao Hong speculated that it was like this:

At first, Zhang Yang shouldered the important task of recruiting troops from the great general He Jin, and Zhang Yang and his troops were naturally the fragrant nests of the entire Bingzhou, and they were served with good food and drink, because Zhang Yang was the general He Jin.

But as the saying goes, a wave of emperors and courtiers, after He Jin was killed by the ten permanent servants, it is Dong Zhuo who is now in the infinite scenery of Luoyang City. Without the backstage publicity, he naturally changed from the original darling to an outcast, and officials at all levels in the entire state will definitely not treat him, this team is like a child without a mother. The flamboyant troops, whether it is food or ordnance, are gone. The army is a gold hole, and if the flamboyant troops don't become bandits, will they starve to death? Another option is to re-disband the troops, but in this era when having a gun is the king of grass, it is clear that Zhang Yang is not stupid to this extent.

Zhao Hong, who had a grim expression on his face, put his hands behind his back, walked two steps slowly, and walked to the side of the man.

"What's your name?"

"The villain's name is Dong Zheng." The man seemed very, very calm, I saw him kneeling on the ground, with a low-eyebrow and pleasing expression on his face, as if he was a little daughter-in-law who had just been quarreled with by his mother-in-law, and his tone of reply was always very humble, even if he wanted to be angry, he couldn't find an excuse.

This guy doesn't seem to be easy! Zhao Hong thought silently in his heart, how did he think that they rushed out just now as if they were going to rob, and they immediately surrendered when they saw that the momentum was wrong, which can be compared with the face-changing skills of Sichuan Opera. However, the people in his team are from Jizhou, all of whom are on the plains east of Taihang Mountain, and they are really unfamiliar with life in this place. On the other hand, in these troubled times, manpower is also very precious, and the Taizu of a certain dynasty also thinks that someone has everything, so he regarded Ma Yinchu, the economist who first proposed family planning, as a rightist and sent him to the Wuqi cadre school to squat in the cowshed. Judging from the practical experience of this era, the great man still has insightful opinions. Sure enough, the east is red, and the sun is rising.

It seems that this group of locals who are familiar with Bingzhou is still very important, and Zhao Hong, who has made up his mind to accept this group of people, paced steps, walked around the homeless people, and looked at it carefully. There were seven or eight stout working women with big hands and feet, and a dozen children, and the rest were young and strong. But whether it is a child, a young man or a woman, there is a dish on their faces. It seems that their days are also more bitter.

Women can help the team to cook and the young can be used to fight, but what about the children who consume food in vain? It will be many years before they grow up, which means that raising children is a long-term investment, and it will definitely not pay off for a while.

With this question, Zhao Hong decided to investigate whether these children are worthy of long-term PE investment, and Zhao Hong also learned from those angel investors who engaged in venture capital in his previous life, and examined the appearance of those small and micro enterprises that need financing. I saw Zhao Hong holding his waist with both hands, raising his head and chest like a big boss, dangling in front of these kneeling children, and finally stopped in front of a little boy. The little boy also knelt on the ground, he looked only about eight or nine years old, the thin body kneeling on the ground was thin, it seemed a little big and small, his hair was slightly yellow, some were dull, and he also learned to be an adult with his hair in a bun and stand it on the top of his head. Judging by his stature and hair, the child should have been somewhat malnourished.

The little boy saw a big foot on the ground, and couldn't help but raise his head and look at Zhao Hong with clear eyes. He immediately aroused Zhao Hong's curiosity, and Zhao Hong thought for a moment and began to ask.

"What's your name? How old is this year?"

"My name is Dangwen. I'm eight years old this year, and everyone says I'm already a man," the little boy replied to Zhao Hong in a crisp children's voice.

Zhao Hong's eyes, who were thinking, turned around twice in his eye sockets, which suddenly reminded him of some memories of his previous life, this name is a very ambitious name.

"Both the text and the party, both the party and the culture. Non-literal, non-party, that is, party discipline. Zhao Hong muttered to himself, looking very excited, he raised the arm of his right hand, stretched out his thumb while his right hand was clenched into a fist, and began to admire.

"Sure enough, he is the descendant of the revolutionary martyrs who are red and authoritarian!" Zhao Hong, who spoke quickly, said a series of words that no one around him could understand. Then Zhao Hong squatted down with his legs bent and hugged his arms. In this way, the gap between Zhao Hong and the kneeling little boy is not so obvious, and he hopes that this will make the little boy feel the intimacy of eye level.

"Who is your mother? Can you tell me? Zhao Hong, who was looking forward to it, asked the little boy seemingly unintentionally, such a strange name often has an unusual family background.

"My mother's name is Zhao Hongxia, she is a famous beauty in Yongan, Yizhou."

"Oh." This answer was very unexpected to Zhao Hong, this name immediately reminded Zhao Hong of some amazing news that he had seen not long before the crossing, this sensational explosive news happened in a model city famous for singing red and black, wouldn't this kid also cross? Or a descendant of a traverser?

"It turns out that your mother is my family, what about your father? Is his surname Ray? ”

Hearing this adult ask this question, the little boy's innocent expression looked a little sad, and tears kept rolling in his eyes. His voice became a little choked, and he seemed to be extremely sad. "My mother said--my father--- not surnamed Lei ---。"

After saying these words, the little boy began to sob. At this time, tears also flowed down the child's clear eyes, and kept lowering along the sunken cheeks. Bean-sized teardrops splashed mud on the dry ground.

"---- before my mother gave birth to me, my father didn't know where --- went, my mother, --- been looking for him --- all these years, but I ---- not ----found my father."

The boy wiped a handful of tears with his mud-stained hands, and touched his originally childish face into a big flower face. "I only know --- --- my father's surname --- the party, and my mother's --- is very--sure--Di said--- he ---- called Dang Yuan--。"

"What? You repeat, he is called a party member? Zhao Hong was even more surprised at this time, his eyebrows couldn't help but rise, his face became solemn with his original curiosity, and while supporting his knees with his elbows, he dragged his chin with his palms and began to think.

"It's --- party circle. I remember --- clearly - his name is - Dang Yuan. ---My father's name---- I will definitely not be mistaken---" Speaking of this, the little boy's tone gradually became less sad than just now, and he gradually stopped sobbing, and gradually made people feel a little confident power in his tone.

"My mother said that my father is a very big official, and every time he goes out, he is protected by dozens of uncles who ride horses. My mother also said that a big official who sits in a carriage with eight white horses is my father. The child paused, and his tone became calmer.

"After that, my mother fell asleep on the side of the road ---, no matter how I called my mother, she never got up again." The innocent child replied that Zhao Hong was suddenly shocked in a cold sweat, Zhao Hong stood up, raised his head to look at the translucent sky, and let out a long sigh. Then he looked down at the child and said in a soft tone.

"Then you follow me, I will teach you to read and write in the future, and let you be fed, so that you can be worthy of your name."

"No, I don't." The child seemed to be very angry, and categorically rejected Zhao Hong's kindness, supporting his head with his slender neck and shaking like a rattle.

"My mother said that one day, my father will pick up my mother and me in a carriage with eight white horses, and since then I have lived in my father's place, where there is no hunger, no more poverty." The little boy has hope and beauty in his eyes, as if it is a paradise on earth.

"My mother also said that I will definitely be a general in the future, and I will hold a sword and sweep away all inequalities in this world."

Suddenly the little boy stood up, raised his arm high, and swung forward with all his might, while he took a heavy step forward with his left foot, and his raised face was also filled with a look of pride and pride, as if there was an invincible strength. The little boy opened his small mouth and grew up as much as he could, and it seemed that he immediately had a breath of swallowing the sun and the moon, and his voice immediately rose an octave higher, which seemed extremely loud, and I saw the little boy shouting at Zhao Hong with all his strength, which shook the eardrums of the people around him, including Zhao Hong.

"Because I'm the son of the ------- party!"

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PS; Recently, I had conjunctivitis in my eyes, my eyes were red and swollen, and there was a lot of blood in my white eyeballs. When I see the computer screen, I feel that my eyes hurt, the sun is stronger at noon, my eyes are afraid of light, and I will cry when I go out at noon. So during this time, there is a lot less time for code words, and the manuscript that came up is relatively rough, unlike the previous plot polishing and modification, and the details of the characters are relatively more, but now these processes are much less, the eyes hurt, the time to look at the computer is less, the horse time is less, and there are many miscalculations.

The collection seems to have fallen very much, and it will be terrible if it drops, it will rain, and the mother will marry him. To be honest, since the second chapter of "The Force", I am honestly not very satisfied with the quality of these new writings, but the eye rest is the first thing, and I have to drop eye drops for a while. When my eyes are better, I will re-polish and revise the chapters that I thought were rough before, and thank you again for your collection and support from the red ticket.