"Why does the general look at Liu Xuande and others, and why does he look down on others?" Jia Xu asked coldly.

Although Zhang Xiu sincerely apologized, Jia Xu still didn't say what he was going to give.

This strategist, who was getting older, but did not look old at all, and was more resourceful and vicious, just comforted him lightly like this:

"General, in my opinion, there will be waves between Cao and Liu, or rather, between Yuan and Liu. The general doesn't have to bother to investigate, just look at Luoyang in a few days, there will be big things! ”

Something did happen to Luoyang.

But it was not the Gongqing who happened first, let alone the Son of Heaven, but the defeated soldiers who were placed in Mengjin.

Their newfound general left in a hurry, and soon the soldiers who were guarding them were also hurriedly taken away.

From that night on, the rout waited for the return of the Administrator.

"Does it have anything to do with us?"

They asked each other in a whisper, "I heard that the soldiers of Bingzhou attacked General Zhang because we took their food." ”

"But we don't eat much, and besides, we can also replant some potatoes, as well as melons and beans or something, we can work and not eat them in vain."

"When you beat Cao Cao, why didn't you send them?"

The question immediately struck a chord with the routs.

"They have already lost to Cao Cao once! Didn't Lu Bu lose his armor and run away? ”

"If it weren't for Liu Bei to fund him with money and food, how could he go back to Luoyang!"

"They can't beat it, so let's send it to death! We fought a war, so many people died, and when we came back, we even drank porridge and were hated like this! ”

Speaking of this, the soldiers had a lot of grievances, they were sent to death! But when did Zhang Yang's soldiers go to war?

While they were whispering like this, while Meng Jin was waiting for the general to return, someone ran back.

They hadn't seen the man, but he was dressed in the clothes of a soldier, covered in blood, and hideous!

"You're still here waiting to die!" He scolded, "General Zhang is dead!" Yang Chou is also dead! Now it's time for him to reign supreme, and he's going to kill you in the first place! You wait for him and Gao Shun to finish killing Yang Chou's soldiers, and when they come back, they will kill you! Just keep waiting here! ”

After the man finished scolding, he signed a horse from the camp, rode it and ran away, but the more than 10,000 defeated soldiers left behind suddenly blew up the camp after being silent!

Some people are crying, some are desperate to kill themselves, some are trying to hide, but many more are full of anger and despair.

"General Zhang is dead!" They cried out, "They are going to kill us!" ”

"Isn't there a place for us to hide in a huge Hanoi?"

"There is a mountain to the north, how can we not find a place to hide?!" They gritted their teeth, "They should be the ones who died!" ”

In May, the fields are verdant, the leaves of the wheat are stretched out, vigorously and eagerly welcoming the sun, and the farmers are sweating in the fields to weed, looking forward to a good future, when suddenly smoke is lit in the distance, and the sky is straight into the sky.

Was that a campfire in the sun?

Someone straightened up in anticipation and craned his neck to look over, his pupils suddenly contracted!

That's not a campfire!

"The thieves are coming!" Some people cried out so badly, "They have burned the village!" ”

Chapter 330

Among the Manchu Dynasty ministers who served the Son of Heaven in Luoyang, Yang Biao was born in Hongnong Yang, and served as the third duke, and now he is the Son of Heaven's Shangshu Ling, no matter the origin, prestige, power, few people can match, but Yang Biao's mansion is very simple, wearing Ge clothes, laying bamboo mats, only a one-room lone collection of books, can show the luxury of the Yang family without a trace.

This Shang Shuling, who was close to the age of sixteen, usually either served in the palace or studied at home, so when the news of Hanoi County reached Luoyang, Yang Biao thought for a while and ordered Yang Xiu to be summoned.

"Although Lu Bu sent troops to help stabilize the chaos, I'm afraid it won't be so easy," Yang Biao said lightly, "Hanoi County is in danger." ”

The reason why it is not easy to quell the chaos is also very simple: Hanoi County is surrounded by mountains on both sides, and it is extremely easy for the thieves to hide in it, and it is extremely difficult for the state army to enter and find it.

In addition, Zheng Gu is far inferior to Zhang Yang regardless of his qualifications and military achievements, and it is already an extremely difficult task for him to calm the morale of the army in a short period of time.

"Even so, I'm afraid that the grain in Hanoi County this autumn will not be able to supply Luoyang."

"I heard that some people are already buying grain from all over now," Yang Biao said, "and there are thousands of dollars in one stone of Chen Gu." ”

Yang Xiu was silent for a while.

There are thousands of servants in his family, so after returning to Luoyang, he also has some cultivated fields, and he has no worries about food and clothing, but he also knows very well what this price means.

One stone of new grain, about two or three hundred yuan in peace, Chen Gu is naturally cheaper, and the current price is nearly ten times, this is still the premise that the grain stored in the last year has not been exhausted.

In the autumn, when people find that there is no new grain to buy, the price immediately rises to a ridiculous level, and then the farmland near the capital that is just beginning to recover will be looted.

The final result was naturally that the imperial court ran out of food and the Son of Heaven starved.

"Someone wants to force the Son of Heaven to tour the east," Yang Xiu finally cleared his thoughts and exclaimed, "What a good means!" ”

Yang Biao glanced coldly at his only child.

"If you think clearly, others can think clearly."

The lively expression on the young man's face immediately retracted and became respectful again.

"With such a trick, this person's heart can be punished."

"Well, who do you think it will be?"

"Liu Bei is not like this kind of mentality." Yang Xiu replied cautiously, but did not convince Yang Biao.

"With Liu Bei's popularity today, he doesn't do it himself, and naturally others will do it for him."

Yang Xiu couldn't hold back, and laughed "poof".

His father's eyes widened in an instant, and he glared at him unhappily.

…… So the son quickly restrained his expression again.

"Whether someone is working for him, or he has made this decision himself," Yang Xiu said, "Yingchuan and Wancheng are in Cao Cao's hands, how can he come to Luoyang?" ”

The old man snorted coldly, "He fought a decisive battle with Cao Cao last year, the victory and defeat have been divided, Dong Cheng has plundered again, and now there is no one in ten people in Yanzhou, if Liu Bei has this heart, how can he not break Cao Cao?" ”

There was a commanding majesty in his voice, which seemed to be incomprehensible, and his son's face immediately turned pale.

"Father!" Yang Xiu was extremely aggrieved, "Since my father doesn't like Liu Bei like this, why do you want me to send an envoy to Xuzhou!" ”

The old man, who had half-white hair and a scarf, suddenly glanced at him with disdain.

"I didn't say that."

"That father is ......"

"I'm just questioning a few words gently," Yang Biao said, "and you're so out of shape." ”

The cicadas outside the bamboo curtain screamed vigorously.

Yang Xiu quietly wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

Yang Biao looked at his smart and elegant only child, and always felt that there were two very complex emotions intertwined in his heart, wanting to praise him for being smart, he could see through other people's emotions at a glance, and wanted to scold him for being so frivolous, and he couldn't hold back anything at all.

But he is indeed still young, Yang Biao said to himself, as long as he follows a good lord with a generous temperament and slowly experienced, he can always mature.

"Actually, I want to find out who did it," the old man laughed, "and you'll find out if you try it." ”

Yang Xiu was solemn, "How to try?" ”

"What happened to those who heard the news?"

Yang Xiu thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

In June, the waters of the Yellow River gradually rose, roaring and rushing with an almost ferocious momentum, as if at any moment they wanted to leave the river, sweeping the stormy waves into the turquoise fields and swallowing up this rare calm land.

At this time of the year, Zang Hong, the Taishou of Dongjun, will always leave Puyang, the county of Puyang, and go to the edge of the Yellow River to inspect to see if the river is too high, whether the river embankment needs to be reinforced, and occasionally invite those celebrities and wizards who are more knowledgeable about the meteorological calendar to see if a certain section of the river is in danger, and whether the local officials need to clean up the nearby highlands first, so that the people can avoid the flood.

This year he also made his rounds this year, but unlike previous years, he saw not only the people sweating in front of him weeding and watering the fields, but also the smoke in the distance.

"That's the song of the court," said the peasant, stopping his hoe and raising his broken straw hat higher, "what's wrong?" ”

"Don't you know? I heard that there was an accident in the whole of Hanoi! Someone has escaped! ”

"Then we need to be vigilant! When I go back, I have to tell the woman that the food at home has been collected! ”

Indeed, it must be collected, because gradually there are displaced people.

Those homeless people, dressed in rags and bare feet, fled to the borders of Dongjun in panic and pain, and unlike the people of Luoyang and Chang'an in the past, they were not numb and accustomed to this sudden change.

So they take a step, look back, and look at the wheat fields that have been cultivated for months and are still a little more than a month away from harvesting.

Even when they looked at it, they would suddenly kneel on the ground and kowtow vigorously in the direction of their ancestors' tombs, weeping silently.

Men and women, young and old, they are all walking all the way, crying all the way.

"Are there any kind nobles," they wept and asked the merchants on the roadside, the peasants in the fields, "are there any kind generals, can they help, save us, help us drive away the rout?" ”

"We are all good people," their voices were hoarse, "and we still have wheat in our fields!" It's almost ripe! ”

No one can answer such a question.

Zang Hong himself can't either.

He had already written several letters to Yuan Gong, wanting to send troops to Hanoi to help Lu Bu and Zhenggu quell the chaos and save the people from fire and water.

But after a long time, Xu You wrote back to him on behalf of Yuan Gong, saying that Yuan Gong had been in poor health recently, and this matter had to be discussed again before he could give him a reply.

Compared with the efficiency of Yuan Shao sending people to Pegasus to pass on the book overnight when he heard that Dong Cheng had broken through Yanzhou, asking him to send troops to assist Cao Cao, it was really a heaven and an underground.

Zang Hong therefore clarified the attitude and position of the lord, and only ordered the county officials to do their best to settle those people, and never raised the matter of soldiers.

Xun Chen came to Dongjun at this time.

Xun Chen and Zang Hong are not close friends, but every time he goes to Yanzhou or returns from Yanzhou, he always pays a special visit.

Xun's son seems to have such a ability, from a distance seems to be upright and detached, has his own and not indecent demeanor, and when approaching, he feels amiable, and he can talk all day long when he meets and pours out, and he is very close.

Therefore, after Xun Chen sent an envoy to Qingxu this time, he made a special detour from Dongjun to Jizhou, which also made Zang Hong very happy, and he was happy to drink with this scholar, chat, and complain.

If Xun Chen's mouth was not so strict, it would be better if he could bring his complaints to Yecheng.

The maid came over quietly and filled the wine glass in the lord's hand, Zang Hong's eyes were wrong and watched the slightly milky white wine poured into the wine cup, so Xun Chen also took advantage of this opportunity to look at Zang Hong carefully for a while.

"Ziyuan Gong seems to be haggard."

"I'm worried about the Son of Heaven, I can't swallow food, I can't sleep peacefully at night, so I'm haggard."