Outside the Kwantung Army barracks, in the bushes that no one paid attention to, an old Taoist who looked very sloppy was sitting on a large rock.

The old man was rubbing his dirty feet vigorously with his hands, and his face was grinning, and he couldn't tell whether it was pain or enjoyment.

The sound of stepping on the fallen leaves sounded, and Zuo Ci, who was wearing a Taoist robe, walked out slowly, he stood quietly beside the old Taoist, and was silent for a while before he slowly spoke.

"The book was given to him."

"Hmph, you still know."

The dirty old man pursed his lips disdainfully, and the movements of his hands still did not stop.

"Just give away the books I wrote, and don't look at their hearts."

"Wouldn't it be better if you don't have a good heart?"

Zuo Ci couldn't help but smile.

"Anyway, it's disrupting the way of heaven, and bad people are much more suitable than good people."

"Whatever you want, I'm a cultivator anyway, and I can't talk to someone like you who can pinch and calculate."

Leaving such a sentence, the dirty old figure gradually became transparent, and soon disappeared.

"Do you want me?"

Seeing the dirty old road disappear, Zuo Ci smiled, then waved his hand, and the pale cyan streamer flashed, and it also turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

……

Holding the "Taiping Technique" in his hand, Zhou Ping wandered around the barracks, in fact, he now wants to find a place to study this secret book, but the helpless thing is that he did not inherit the memory of the previous owner of his body, and he didn't even know anyone, let alone find out where his barracks were.

In that case, let's just start over.

After wandering around the barracks for a while, Zhou Ping thought.

According to the plot, the three brothers Liu Guan and Zhang had an independent establishment after Wenjiu beheaded Huaxiong and became the so-called princes of the Nineteenth Road, which attracted many soldiers to defect, why don't we also become a member of those many soldiers?

Although it is said that they have not yet reached the time to really make a career, at least during the time period when the princes of the Eighteenth Route crusade against Dong Zhuo, they are reliable under their hands, and with the improvement of their own strength, after becoming a military general, they may be able to mix the identity of an angel investor.

Besides, if he knows the script, the future of these three people is uncertain - according to what Zuo Ci said, his task is, to put it bluntly, to mix history, and who to help stir up is not to mix.

Just do it, the newly established Nineteenth Road Princes' camp is not difficult to find, and after asking for directions a few times, Zhou Ping found the so-called Nineteenth Road Princes' Camp.

It's shabby.

Standing in front of the camp, Zhou Ping couldn't help frowning.

Although it is an ancient period with low productivity, you can't build that kind of neat and beautiful modern camp, but you are also a prince, and there should always be a decent tent.

Alas, nothing.

Uncle Huang's camp is more of a refugee camp than a military camp.

They were surrounded by inferior fences that were almost blown away by the wind, and they were improvised straw huts, which looked the same for both the people and the horses, not to mention which was the so-called handsome camp and which was the ordinary soldier.

It was almost evening, and it was almost time to eat, and only a few soldiers patrolled the camp, while the rest of the soldiers sat together, chatting without a word, and glancing from time to time to the center of the camp.

There was a cauldron there, and a man with a big waist was stirring in the pot with a big spatula, and bursts of heat emanated from the pot.

Although he didn't smell it, looking at the hot breath, Zhou Ping still felt hungry - since he returned to the camp, he hadn't eaten a mouthful, and he should indeed be hungry.

It's not bad, just in time for dinner, it seems that you can eat after visiting the pier.

Gently rubbing his stomach twice, Zhou Ping walked into the camp.

The three brothers of the imperial uncle are not difficult to find, one is that there are not many people in the camp, and the second is that the image of the three is too representative, the imperial uncle has a white face, the second master has a red face, and the third master has a black face, not to mention that in this small camp, even if you look at the entire coalition army, the faces of these three people are also unique.

At this time, the three brothers were sitting under a grass hut, and the difference between the three could be seen from the sitting posture, the imperial uncle was kneeling upright, and the second and third masters were sitting cross-legged. However, even if they sit cross-legged, the posture of the two is different, the second master has a straight waist and is very majestic, while the third master is slightly hunched back, like a tiger and leopard about to come out of the cage.

Unlike the soldiers who were waiting for the meal to be served, the expressions on the faces of the three brothers at this time were solemn, as if they had something on their minds.

"Brothers, why didn't you deliver the grain and grass that Yuan Shu promised us, do you want to starve us to death?"

"Yes, big brother, there are more and more soldiers defecting to us now, we can't let those soldiers go hungry."

Listening to the words of the two younger brothers, Uncle Liu Huang sighed, in fact, he knew their current situation very well, although Guan Yu beheaded Huaxiong was very majestic, but in fact it was a double-edged sword, they went from ordinary little people to the big stage, bringing not only fame, but also the deep jealousy of others.

The princes are not in alignment, this is almost a matter of the cards.

According to the agreement, Yuan Shu, who sent the least troops, but was relatively powerful, took the initiative to take on the burden of grain and grass in order to make up for the shortcomings in sending troops.

But he didn't carry the burden well, at the beginning he also supplied enough grain and grass to the princes, but then he was often short of catties and two, and a few times he didn't provide it at all, but for other princes, this is just a small trouble, Yuan Shu doesn't give it, they have their own base, and their own luck is good.

But the newly compiled Nineteenth Road Princes Liu Huangshu is different, he was just a county order before he sent troops, there was no so-called base at all, and the grain and grass were completely supplied by Yuan Shu, and now Yuan Shu did not give food, and they directly cut off the cooking.

"Big brother! Don't worry, if Yuan Shu doesn't give it, I'll grab it, don't worry, I'm only in my own name, and I won't involve the eldest brother! ”

Seeing Liu Bei's sad face, Zhang Fei screamed.

"Third brother, no! The three of us brothers are both prosperous and lossy, even if you are only in your own name, they will count the eldest brother together when settling the account. ”

Guan Yu spoke out to dissuade him, it seemed that all he cared about was that Zhang Fei would affect Liu Bei, and he had no objection to the matter of grabbing grain.

Listening to the conversation between the two brothers, Liu Bei, who was sitting at the head of the seat, was still frowning.

Grain and grass are a big problem, a big problem that is difficult for them to solve.

And at this moment, a pro-guard walked quickly in front of the three of them.

"My lord, another soldier is here to serve!"