…… Weapons management probably started from the Qin Dynasty? She had heard of Qin Shi Huang's "collecting the world's soldiers and gathering Xianyang", but armor, spears and standardized crossbows were not allowed to be carried on her body, and the Han Dynasty played in the TV series Didn't everyone wear a sword at their waist when they went out? Why did you come to collect her?

Although there were rows of small question marks in her heart, Salted Fish had a very clear understanding of her unpleasant mouth, and she didn't say a word, untied the ring knife on her waist and the bow and arrow behind her, and handed it over.

There's really nothing suspicious about her...... Oh no.

When the group entered the camp, the guards carefully checked the packages they were carrying, but the wind was calm and nothing came out.

Listening to the words of the leading little official, they encountered the Yellow Turban Thief on the road, and although they did not hurt anyone, the fright was enough for them to bear. Especially the young man who looked inconspicuous, but how annoying he looked, seemed to have twisted his feet, carried a wooden stick, and followed him into the barracks with a slight limp.

…… Somehow, the more he looked at the young man's limping back, the more he felt in his heart that this man's feet were twisted well, and it would be better if he twisted them harder.

…… Naturally, Salted Fish couldn't hear this kind of strange words, she just vaguely felt that the malice of the world was not over.

…… For example, why did the defenders arrange tents and hay covers for Zhang and his men, but the cover rolls didn't happen to have her share?!

In the end, of course, she managed to sleep on the hay cover.

Mo said that she was still Zhang Jin's father-in-law, but no, in terms of her force value, Zhang Jin would never dare to let her sleep on the mud beside her.

…… But she was still depressed.

Salted fish is often unaware of other people's faces, she can neither read words and looks, nor speculate on people's hearts.

But she was very perceptive, so when she left the camp in the early morning, she inadvertently glanced around the soldiers who were training in the cold wind and landed on the trench outside the camp.

It is only a few hours' walk from Luoyang City, which can be regarded as the foot of the Son of Heaven, and the soldiers guarding the camp are said to be the elite transferred from the Northern Army.

But there were still deep and shallow black marks in the trenches, which were very sloppy and buried by the sand.

…… Probably because the weather was cold, the ice breaking time was still short, and the ground was still a little hard, so the soldiers didn't work very hard. It had nothing to do with her, she thought.

Hurry up to Luoyang, when she arrives in Luoyang, she can find a job without licking blood from the knife......

…… It seems that killing pigs is also an errand with knives.

…… But after all, you don't have to farm mobs anymore.

In her distant and vague memory, the Yellow Turban Army was not some underworld group, they were the most ordinary slaves, landless peasants, renting the fields of the landlords and wealthy families, enduring all kinds of labor and taxes under the apportionment of the court and the powerful and powerful, from life to death, so docile that they did not say a word.

Death is also death, and the big plan is also death, waiting for death, can the country die?

The people of a millennium later sympathized with them and affirmed their courage to rise up.

But Zhang Yan didn't sympathize with them at all.

When she tentatively opened her mouth and asked him what he thought of the yellow scarf, this little official who had a Luoyang household registration for three generations immediately expressed his opinion fiercely.

"This demon is messing around! When the county is in turmoil, people either die or run, and families lose each other, don't you hear about 'Ba Sanzhen'? ”

…… What's that? Is it tasty?

Seeing her stunned appearance, Zhang Jin was very enthusiastic to answer, from the □□ nature of the "great sage and good teacher" Zhang Jiao, to the rumors of various cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in the Yellow Turban Army; From how the Yellow Turban Rogues plagued the local people, to how the celebrities sheltered the people.

"Like Yuan Xiafu, the thieves don't talk about it, and the Qing people take refuge in Hong, and they are all spared, so as not to disgrace the name of the soldier!"

…… It sounds like these landlords are quite disciplined.

…… Even if this is not the mainstream view of the imperial court, at least it can represent the views of the citizens of Luoyang in a sense.

At this time, there was probably no entertainment, so the legend of the Yellow Turban Thief could not be told for several hours, until the outline of a great city finally rose on the horizon, and the most eloquent lieutenant Cao Peng on the third road east of Guangyang Gate finally changed the subject.

"Can you see it?" He breathed a sigh of relief, "That's Luoyang!" ”

Different from Tang Chang'an, this Luoyang city is not boxy, but an irregular rectangle, ten miles in the east, nine miles in the west, six miles in the north and south, the city is three zhang high, the south is adjacent to the water, and the north looks at the mountain.

From afar, it is majestic, and it makes people feel a sense of security.

Even if the troubled times are coming, she can finally hide in Luoyang City, relying on the three-zhang high city wall, and be a small citizen with peace of mind.

Chapter 3

…… If you want to be a small citizen in Luoyang City, have you asked about the housing prices in Luoyang City?!

Generally speaking, the more chaotic the world, the cheaper the housing prices, but no matter how the yellow scarves jump left and right, as the capital, Luoyang is in an indestructible state, but there are many scholars in all directions who flee to Gyeonggi in order to avoid disaster, so that the housing prices in Luoyang will inevitably rise.

But what about the environment...... Only...... It's just barely enough.

There was a queue at the gates, but it was actually quite unsightly, because a puff of dust was raised from afar.

On a long dirt road, there were cattle dealers driving pigs and sheep, and farmers carrying vegetables, all of whom had to be inspected at the city gate and pay two five baht by the way.

This long queue is considered a slow lane, and there is a fast lane next to it, specially prepared for those nobles and wealthy slaves who ride horses in cars, and occasionally there are Western scenes, such as the salted fish queue for less than 5 minutes, and I saw an old man wearing a colorful robe on his head and a feather crown on his head, as if the old man who was a badminton master came in a car with an arrogant expression, and there were a few robes around him who were not as generous as him, and the young man who did not have more feathers than him, riding a horse to protect the left and right.

"What's that? Yellow scarves? ”

When she turned her head curiously and asked Zhang Mian, the surrounding peasant uncles had already moved very quickly and threw themselves to the ground!

"That's a wizard!" Zhang Jin, who was throwing himself on the ground in the fifth body, reminded in a low voice, "Don't make such disrespectful words!" ”

Then follow the five-body throw......

…… In fact, it is really not easy to cast yourself on the ground at the city gate.

…… This dirt road, which was trampled very strongly, welcomed and delivered to countless animals every day, and no one cleaned it, she should have known the texture of this soil.

How about a casual costume drama, the emperor must sprinkle, sweep and roll out the red carpet when he goes out of the city?

The badminton entered the city without squinting, and the peasant uncles in front and behind began to talk about it.

"Is this the wizard of Qingzhou?"

"All the wizards with magic power in Gyeonggi are all declared to the palace by the general, right?"

"I'm afraid the Son of Heaven is not ......"

"Be careful!"

The salted fish who got up from the ground didn't notice the worry on Zhang Jin's face.

She never looks at other people's faces.

In particular, she sniffed the two hands that had just been in close contact with the land.

"Is there a place to take a bath in the city?" She asked expectantly, "The kind of large bath that can hold thousands of people?" ”

Standing on the avenue of Luoyang City, taking a deep breath of the air of the Great Han Capital, from the nose to the throat, and then from the trachea to the chest, I was completely conquered by the dusty smell of this mixed cow and horse manure garbage dump in an instant.

Eight hundred years later, Sima Junshi criticized Bianjing's serious environmental pollution, saying that "red dust flies day and night, and chariots and horses are ancient and modern", at this time the city of Luoyang is not far behind, the huge Luoyang City, countless farmers in the surrounding Gyeonggi area want to transport a large number of ingredients to the city, these ingredients are digested by the stomach and intestines of the citizens, and then mixed with a large number of domestic garbage after discharge, forming a unique flavor of Luoyang City.

Passing through the urn city, I didn't see the magnificent and magnificent capital city.

"Is the same with the place where the Son of Heaven and the nobles live?" She pointed to the tiled houses one after another, and asked Zhang Yi in a low voice.

"This is the gate of the city, the Son of Heaven lives in the North Palace, a few miles away from here."

"Does that smell too?"

The uncle, who seemed to be particularly good-tempered, couldn't help but glare at her.

“…… The palace has its own yellow door to clean up the filth, the nobles' mansions also have their own slaves to take care of, and the Guangyang Gate is the residence of the common people, how can it be compared with the nobles? ”

That being said, compared to the villages and towns outside, Luoyang City is indeed majestic...... But no matter how majestic it is, as an ancient capital, it is at best an area of 100 square kilometers.

In her opinion, the civilians in the south of the city sleep in the garbage dump, and the nobles in the north of the city can't smell it, first, to see what kind of wind is blowing today, and second, to see if the nose is good or not.

Seeing her disappointed face, Zhang Mian still comforted her.

"When you go to the market, you can see the bustle."

The city gate was guarded by guards, and people who passed by did not dare to stay, so it was quite deserted.

But as soon as you cross a street, your eyes immediately change.

…… If you don't look at her card's 20 intelligence, she can actually recognize that this is a big market.

Cattle sellers, pig and sheep sellers, pottery sellers, bamboo baskets and baskets, horses, saddle sheaths, bridles, long whips, one-stop service, and grain, rice, and vegetables were all crowded in a square in a noisy manner.

It is completely different from the gorgeous commercial street with the rows of eaves and arches in the brain.

…… But this is indeed a kind of "market".

In addition to these cattle and daily necessities, the best part of the market was occupied by a group of people, with a few big men on the periphery, and a dozen men, women, and children inside, led by straw ropes, standing there in rags, allowing people to stop and watch.

Seeing that she cast her gaze, Zhang Mian also glanced at it.

"Brother Xian, but you want to buy a slave and maid to go back?"

The big men seemed to notice the gaze of the two of them, and the whip sounded in the air, and the voice shouted rather loudly.

More and more people stopped to look at the slaves, some began to ask for the price, and some patted their hands and pulled the slaves' jaws open to check that their teeth were complete.

…… The scene looked indescribably weird and cruel.

But Zhang Jin obviously couldn't think of what she was thinking, but whispered a few words of persuasion.

"The people here are all Yellow Turban family members, fierce by nature, difficult to tame, if the virtuous brother wants to buy a family business, the foolish brother ......"

"Nope." She said suddenly.

She didn't need a "raw mouth" to serve her, nor did she feel that these ordinary people with a sad expression were violent.

This time, Zhang Mian saw that he wanted to speak again, and he smiled clearly.

"Brother Xian has removed many Yellow Turban Rogues, so he naturally understands the details."

There is still a stench on the dirt road at the city gate, and I don't know how many cattle, horses, pigs and sheep have used that dirt road as a convenient place.

But the stench of cow and horse dung couldn't hide the bloody smell of her body.

…… It can't be washed, wiped dry, or wiped off.

But the silver-haired curly sauce said well, people don't live how they want to live, they will always get muddy when they are cold, and all they can do is to continue to walk in the sun, maybe when the mud will be thrown off?

"Let's go." She repeated, "I still want to wash my hands." ”

Luoyang City is divided into north and south, and the Han Palace is also divided into north and south palaces, but in general, the nobles and various state organs are in the north of the city, the official residence is in the north of the city, and the luxurious guest house is naturally in the north of the city.

But this is not to say that the civilian guest houses in the south of the city are cheap, affordable, and intimate.

Even though this guest house is located in a slum area, the store still has a state-run aunt face, and if you want hot water, you have to pay for it! Don't be stupid and ask why! Firewood is required to boil water, but there is not so much dry firewood to pick up in Luoyang City!

So, it costs money to buy firewood! Hot water naturally costs money! A bucket of hot water costs two dollars, using water from their own well, authentic Luoyang salty marinade.