The remnant sun is like blood, hanging alone in the sky.

Although Jizhou City has Yellow Turban soldiers guarding here, the city is also full of dangers. The price of grain in the city has increased several times, and even so, many grain merchants have hoarded grain and refused to sell it, leaving the people in the city without food to eat. The soldiers of the major families are lying in the dark and ready to move.

Taishou Fufu.

At this time, in the Taishou Mansion, the air seemed to be condensed, and it was so oppressive that it made people breathless. He Yi, who stayed in Jizhou, looked solemn and said to a deputy general beside him: "Are the grain merchants in the city still unwilling to sell grain?" ”

The lieutenant shook his head with a heavy expression and said, "Now the grain merchants in the city not only do not sell grain, but even the black market has no grain to sell. If this continues, I am afraid that the people in the city will riot. There are also many families that Yuan Shao has contacted and are secretly ready to move, and the Xu family, who followed General Guo, is unable to move an inch at this time. ”

"Alas!"

He Yi sighed, frowned, closed his eyes, and said with the soft and faintly painful temples of his hand: "I have already sent the news of the city to the lord, but I don't see the lord send troops to come. Presumably, the front line is tight. Now it's up to us. ”

"But~"

He Yi suddenly raised his head and said sharply: "No, the lord has entrusted us with the heavy responsibility of staying in Jizhou, which is a trust in us." Tell the brethren not to rest these days, but to patrol the city carefully, fearing that those who break the law will be killed. I'll go and talk to the grain merchants later. ”

The adjutant general looked at He Yi and stopped, and finally shook his head and took the order.

He Yi looked at the deputy general who turned around and left blankly, and muttered to himself: "Lord, now that the city is full of dangers, you don't care about it, you really have more than enough heart and less strength." ”

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Zhongshan country, Zhen Mansion.

At this time, in the secret room of Zhen's Mansion, Yuan Shao and Zhen Yi knelt on the ground face to face. The dim candlelight elongated the shadows of the two on the wall. The confined space was depressing, making Zhen Yi a little breathless.

"Gong Zhen, now that the army of Yellow Turban thieves is far away from Jizhou, and the city is empty, it is a God-given opportunity to communicate with you and me. As long as we take Jizhou, the thief army will be like a lost bird, and the lonely ghost will also be a ghost. At that time, we will join forces with the Emperor Fu Gong, and we will attack back and forth, and the destruction of the thief army is imminent. ”

Yuan Shao condensed his eyebrows, and his handsome face looked a little hideous under the flickering candlelight.

Zhen Yinian is only three rounds, but he looks a little old. Over the years, the Zhen family has grown from a small down-and-out family to a big family in Jizhou that holds the authority of grain prices, all of which were built by him, and his business talent is unparalleled, and his mind is extremely shrewd. Yuan Shao is the fourth and third public gates, and he has already made up his mind to hug the thigh of the Yuan family tightly.

Hearing this, Zhen Yi said with a little contemplation: "What I said at the beginning is extremely true, but they may be willing to cooperate with the rest of the families to manipulate the price of grain, if they send troops to directly confront the Yellow Turban thieves, I am afraid they will not easily agree." After all, the thief's first Zhang Jiao has been operating in Jizhou for many years, and now although he is dead, his first treasure prestige is even higher than his. So I'm afraid it's not easy at this time. ”

Yuan Shao sneered: "The rest of the families are all looking at each other. They manipulated grain prices to cause the people of Jizhou City to complain, and most of the grain merchants in the city even hoarded grain and did not sell it. When the people in the city riot and the army of Yellow Turban thieves return, how can they have a way to live? ”

Zhen Yi slowly turned on the lamp twist that was about to go out with his hand, and said without raising his head: "Regardless of whether they are inch-eyed or not, if there is no joining from them, I am afraid it will be difficult to succeed with the strength of you and me." ”

"If the Yellow Turban thieves suddenly enter their mansion and destroy some families, do you think they are willing to join forces with us to fight against the bandits?"

Yuan Shao's eyes were cold, and his tone was full of coldness.

"What?"

Zhen Yi raised his head suddenly, his eyes looking directly at Yuan Shao. I saw that Yuan Shao's calm face did not have a trace of expression, only his cold eyes flashed and stared at him tightly. At this time, Yuan Shao made Zhen Yi feel inexplicably a little afraid.

"This~" Zhen Yi wanted to say that he was a little cruel, but what did it matter to him to think that they died? Looking at Yuan Shao's expression again, if he doesn't agree, I'm afraid it will be his Zhen family who will die. "Since Ben Chu has made a decision, my Zhen family will definitely go all out for Ben Chu."

"Good!" Yuan Shao put on a smile and nodded: "With Zhen Gong's words, Yuan is grateful." ”

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The Yellow Turban Battalion, the Chinese Army's Big Tent. The burly and majestic Dian Wei stood outside the tent.

At this time, Zhang Bao was living in the tent and reading with Zhang Jun by candle. Although Zhang Jun is young, he is smart and studious, especially since he was allowed to contact the art of war, he has not been able to let go of the book. At this time, he was sitting on the lap, and his body was straight and copying the military book stroke by stroke.

Zhang Bao looked at the little guy in front of him, it had been a whole year, and now Zhang Jun is five years old. Recalling that from time travel to the present, there is not a day that he has not spent in the barracks on a campaign. From the embarrassment of fighting hard to escape from Luoyang at the beginning, to the leader of hundreds of thousands of troops now, Zhang Bao sighed for a while.

"Master, master!"

Zhang Bao was pulled back to consciousness by Zhang Jun's immature voice, looked down at Zhang Jun's slightly chubby and cute little face, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his little face and smiled: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhang Jun's little face twisted into a ball, dodging Zhang Bao's big hand. Said in a childish voice: "Master, the art of war: the virtual is the real, and the real is the virtual." Everyone understands this, so why would anyone be fooled? ”

Zhang Bao looked at Zhang Jun with some pain, this little guy always asks some questions, but Zhang Bao can't answer with adult thinking, because he doesn't understand it, he can only use simple and easy-to-understand examples to explain.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bao's eyes suddenly lit up. Pick up a piece of pastry on the table for a late-night snack and gently dress it in half. Half of it was stuffed into Zhang Jun's small mouth, and half was tightly held in his right hand. Then place both hands behind your back.

Zhang Bao clenched his two hands into fists in front of Zhang Jun, and said with a smile: "Jun'er, guess the pastry is in my hand?" ”

Xiao Zhang Jun pointed to Zhang Bao's right hand without thinking and said, "In the master's right hand." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm!"

Zhang Jun nodded his little head fiercely. However, when Zhang Bao slowly spread out his right hand, it was empty. When he spread out his left hand, the piece of pastry was quietly in the palm of his left hand.

Zhang Jun raised his little face, and a puzzled look flashed in his eyes: "Just now I saw the master holding the pastry in his right hand, why did he hide it in his left hand again?" ”

"Just now, the master held the pastry in his right hand in front of you, and that was true. When I was behind my back, I secretly switched to the left hand, which is virtual. This shows people to eat, but the reality is false, understand? ”

Zhang Bao used the most straightforward words to explain slowly.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Jun nodded, and suddenly shook his head again. There was a look of understanding on the little face.

"Lord~"

Zhang Bao looked at Zhang Jun's expression, and estimated that this little guy didn't quite understand. Just as he was trying to explain to Zhang Jun in a different way, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the tent. Immediately afterwards, Xi Zhicai opened the curtain and walked into the tent with a slightly anxious face.

"Strategist?"

Zhang Bao stood up, saw that Xi Zhicai's face was a little anxious, and estimated that there was something important to report. Stretched out his hand and rubbed it vigorously on Zhang Jun's head, and said, "Go, let Uncle Dian Wei send you to find your sister." The master has important matters to discuss here. ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Jun picked up the book from the table and walked out of the tent in a hurry.