This old man is a healer and has a lot of prestige in the village, and Zhang Jun still feels the need to explain it, so as not to frighten the villagers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Otherwise, more than 300 people are stationed here, which is definitely a great burden for them.

"Uncle, we are the king of the Han family, passing through here, just for a temporary rest, we won't stay for too long." Zhang Jun said.

Zhang Laohan waved his hand and said a lot.

saw that Song Pei's face was a little embarrassed, and he didn't translate for a long time.

Zhang Jun asked, "Zeqing, what did my husband say?" ”

Song Pei hesitated again and again before he spoke: "The old man said that he didn't know what Wang Shi Li Shi was, and when the ancestors took refuge, they were under the rule of Wang Dao, so it is better to be reasonable with the Huns." We can stay as long as we want, the village can come and go freely, but the food needs to be procured by ourselves, and they can't supply it. ”

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Zhang Jun didn't react yet, but Hu Shuo was angry first and shouted: "Lord, this old man is the eagle dog of the Huns, let me slap him to death!" ”

"Don't be rude!" Zhang Jun reprimanded Hu Shuo and bowed to the old man again: "The elder is gentle, the previous dynasty was harsh, and it was really abandoned by people and gods. However, we are the army under the rule of Liangzhou, and our intention is only to drive out the Hulu, restore China, so that the people will no longer be harassed by the Hulu, and everyone can live and work in peace and contentment. The old man's words are not vulgar, and he is expected to know the truth that 'if it is not my race, its heart will be different', and only when the world is unified can the people have hope. ”

When Zhang Laohan heard this, he glanced at Zhang Jun with some surprise, as if he didn't expect this young descendant to say this. But he didn't say anything more, but arched his hand and turned away.

An exchange broke up unhappily, and everyone was very angry. But this old man has a life-saving grace for many people, and everyone feels that this situation is very embarrassing, and they can't get out if they want to scold.

Zhang Jun's heart did not fluctuate much, the people moved here when Emperor Wei Wen, and now several generations have passed, even if there is dissatisfaction in his heart, what he hates will only be harsh government, and he must have no feeling for the Huns. The relocation of the deceased people who were able to abandon their homes and businesses was something that required a lot of determination to do, but you can imagine what their lives were like at that time.

It is inherently unrealistic that people cannot use their own experiences to ask others to empathize.

"Disperse, be on alert." Zhang Jun gave an order and was about to go back to the house to rest. Soon after waking up, although the injury was stabilized, the physical strength and energy were still very lacking.

And they took the order, and went about their own business.

Song Pei and Suo Sanjie helped their father-in-law back to the house. Compared with the other thatched shacks in the fort, this room is the most luxurious building, Zhang Jun asked who the owner was, and it turned out to be the old man's.

When Zhang Jun lay down, Suo Sanjie said: "Although that old man doesn't know loyalty, he is also a good person. ”

Song Pei said: "When encountering such a strange thing, it is true that it cannot be handled with common sense. ”

At this time, Zhang Jun vaguely caught a glimpse of a familiar figure outside the door, neither entering the house nor leaving. He knew it in his heart, so he smiled slightly: "Hugh said that this is the case in the north, even in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

"Oh?" Suo Sanjie said curiously: "The lord still knows about Jiangnan?" ”

Sure enough, at this point, even the figure outside the house leaned forward.

"Well, this matter was said by a down-and-out literati." Zhang Jun said slowly: "In Jin Taikang, the Wuling people fished for their business・・・・・・ Ziyun ancestors avoided the chaos of the Qin Dynasty, and led his wife Yi people to come to this desperate situation, and did not come back, so he was separated from outsiders. Asking what the world is today, I don't know if there is a Han, no matter how unsuccessful the Wei and Jin dynasties ・・・・・・, looking for the end of the disease, and then there is no one to ask. ”

Zhang Jun memorized "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", and felt more in his heart. For the ancients, going a hundred miles away was another world, and few people were willing to leave their homeland. But since the Rebellion of the Eight Kings, migration has become a norm. People in the north either run to the south or to Liangzhou. Those who run out can't say how good their lives have become, but at least their lives are not a problem, but those who can't run away can only be resigned to the butcher's knife.

When he learned this article, he was still in junior high school, and he even envied the people of Taoyuan Village at that time, but when he looked around at this time, he knew how many people's blood and tears were hidden behind this beautiful story.

"Weird!" After listening to the story told by Zhang Jun, Song Pei and Suo Sanjie were amazed again and again.

Zhang Jun looked at the interrogation again, and there was no trace of the person.

I only heard Suo Sanjie say: "If it weren't for us also encountering this village, I'm afraid it's hard to believe." ”

"Yes!" Song Pei said: "It's just that the peach blossom source of this Wuling is much happier than here." ”

"It is not easy to survive in troubled times, so we should cherish the people even more. Only by restoring China at an early date can the people live and work in peace and contentment. Zhang Jun said.

"The lord has the world in mind, and we should follow!" Song Pei and Suo Sanjie said solemnly.

In this way, two days later, Zhang Jun ordered the generals and colonels in the army to gather to discuss the matter of marching into the army.

Now there are only 340 people left in the Liang army, and many of them have completely lost their formation, so they can only be scattered and reorganized.

The guards led by Hu Shuo were invincible on the battlefield, but they also suffered the heaviest losses, and in the final battle, in order to rescue Zhang Jun, they lost nearly half. Later, another seriously wounded and incurable died on the road, and only twenty people remained.

Zhou Tong's scout team also lost a lot of manpower, and only thirty people remained. The only one who did not suffer losses was the craftsman team led by Suo Sanjie. As for Han Hu's foot soldiers in charge of the band, they can only be described as heavy casualties.

It is also difficult to sustain the weight of grain and grass, and although the loss of personnel has alleviated the shortage of food, what is the use of eating when the people are gone.

After staying in Zhangjiapu for four days, except for Zhang Jun and other seriously injured people who had difficulty walking, everyone else was almost repaired. The beasts in the mountains are all in Maodong, and even if they run out of manpower, they can't fight much. It was useless to stay any longer, Zhang Jun discussed it with the three people under the curtain, and consulted Han Hu's opinion and decided to leave.

As for the place to go, Zhang Laohan recommended one, according to him, hundreds of miles southwest of Zhangjiabao, there is a Han village, called Liujiazhai. They are also Han people who have taken refuge, and they are indeed protected by heroes and strong, and their strength is relatively strong.

Regarding Zhang Laohan's words, Zhang Jun only believed half of it in his heart. A village hiding in the mountains, how strong can it be? He only hoped to replenish some grain and grass so that his subordinates would have a place to repair.

In this way, more than 300 people set off, with Zhang Laohan personally as a guide, and rushed to the legendary Liujiazhai.

Although the mountain road is difficult, the good thing is that there are many horses. Before leaving, Zhang Jun ordered the slaughter of a horse captured from the Huns, on the one hand, to thank the villagers, and on the other hand, to reduce the burden.

A horse's consumption of baggage can reach seven or eight times that of a person, and now the supply of grain and grass is already very tight, and the limited materials must of course be supplied to the war horse first, and in desperation, they can only kill some to improve the food for the sergeants.