The visitor was Liu Zhu, the magistrate of Mianyang County, but Ma Chao remembered his former name, Yang Song.
When Ma Chao defeated Longyou, he went south to join Zhang Lu in Hanzhong. As a guest, Yang Song looked at Ma Chao's disdain, and his expression was disgusting just thinking about it.
Later, time passed and things changed. Ma Chao entered Shu and defected to Liu Bei. Zhang Lu was frightened by Cao Cao's military power and led all Hanzhong to return to Wei. Yang Song, greedy for money and fell into a trap, wandered to Yizhou with the refugees, and eventually changed his name to Deng Ai's village. civil.
Liu Bei defeated Cao Cao in the Battle of Hanzhong, and Liu Zhu was granted the title of Marquis of Guannei for his merits. Later, when Deng Ai was stationed near Mianyang, he recommended Liu Zhu as the order of Mianyang.
Liu Zhu's belongings that he had hidden at home were all stolen by his followers who fled southward on Micang Road.
Cao Cao forcibly moved the Hanzhong people into Guanzhong, and the few followers who had stolen property were also among them. When they were traveling on the Baoxie Road, the road was slippery and crowded, and the rivets fixing the plank road fell off. Most of them fell from the mountainside to the bottom of the valley. , and finally rolled down into the surging water. The gold and silver belongings he carried were washed away by the river water, and finally were submerged in the sand at the bottom of the river bed, and merged into nature.
Liu Zhu returned to Hanzhong and was not upset because his property was stolen. After experiencing these encounters, Liu Zhu knew that the gold and silver were all floating wealth that could not be kept. The farming method he learned in Zitong was the one that would last forever. True wealth that can be passed on.
"General Ma is here."
"Third General, you are a rare visitor..."
Liu Zhu dismounted with a smile and greeted everyone, with a sincere smile on his lean face. The fat look he had under Zhang Lu's hands was gone forever.
Ma Chao nodded, "General Yide wants to see Shi Zai. Does Magistrate Liu know where he is?"
"I know, I know, General Deng is in Wangjia Village in Mianbei today. I humbly take you there." Liu Zhu first bowed his hands in salute to everyone, and then nodded happily.
Zhang Fei nodded lightly in response, then reined in his horse and followed Liu Zhu. He whispered to Ma Chao: "Meng Qi, I feel that Magistrate Liu looks familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere..."
Ma Chao explained with a smile: "In the past, the people of Hanzhong fled into Shu from Micang Road. Magistrate Liu was among them at that time, and finally became the commander of Deng Shizai through hard work."
"Oh... I remember that I was stationed in Langzhong at that time, but I saw so many people that I can't really remember." Zhang Fei shook his head.
Maybe Zhang Fei's voice was not quiet, so Liu Zhu, who was leading the way, listened. He turned around and smiled openly: "Back when I asked questions at the exit of Micang Road, I was scolded by the three generals on the spot. I still remember it fresh to this day. "
Zhang Fei scratched his head and asked, "Really? How come I, Lao Zhang, can curse people at will? I have been adhering to persuading people with virtue for a long time."
"Ah, yes, yes, I must have remembered my humble position incorrectly." Liu Zhu turned his head and smiled.
Jiang Wei slandered him behind his back, thinking to himself, is that what you call convincing people with virtue? I'm afraid there aren't many people in the world who are dissatisfied.
In March, there was a fragrant fragrance in the wild, and horse hooves were galloping on the country roads. Soon we arrived at Wangjia Village, which Liu Zhu had mentioned.
The fertile land on both sides of the Mianshui River was limited. As the people became more proficient in planting technology, the fields allocated in the initial plan were no longer enough. Deng Ai chose some new wasteland to cultivate and planned to grow some millet and other cereals as supplements.
Wangjiacun has newly reclaimed some mountainous land this year. It is the wasteland selected by Deng Ai as a pilot in Mianyang. It started composting last winter. During the spring plowing season, the soil is plowed to absorb air, so that the land can better release its fertility.
If the harvest of the new wasteland in Wangjia Village is good, Deng Ai will let the villagers focus on reclaiming wasteland in the next season to expand the existing land area.
Lan Tian repeatedly told Deng Ai in the letter to try his best to grow more grain in good years and build warehouses to store the excess grain to cope with droughts like last year.
Zhang Fei and others whipped their horses and caused quite a stir in the Tuntian area, so Deng Ai discovered them in advance, put down what he was doing, and walked to the roadside to greet them.
"Deng Shizai, we haven't seen each other for a while." Zhang Fei greeted with a smile.
"The three generals are really rare visitors. General Ma is here again. Magistrate Liu..." Deng Ai greeted each one with fists in his hands. When his eyes glanced at Jiang Wei, he felt that this young man seemed to have something to do with him.
Liu Zhu saw that there was no place to stay nearby, so he raised his hands and asked everyone for instructions: "Generals, there is no wine or food in the wild, and there is no place to sit. Now why not go to the village to talk? I will go back to my humble post and let the county government prepare a banquet, so that I can give it to you." The three generals take the wind and wash away the dust."
"There's no need to go to the county, right? Isn't there any farm food in the village? I, Mr. Zhang, am not picky about food." Zhang Fei ignored Liu Zhu and asked the owner Deng Ai directly.
Deng Ai had watched Zhang Fei grow up, and he knew his habits very well. He quickly waved to Liu Zhu and said, "You don't need to bother. The third general is very accustomed to eating in the countryside. Just ask Wangjiacun to prepare lunch later."
"Uh...that would be a slight." Liu Zhu said politely.
"Shizai and I are old friends, and there is nothing to be neglected." Zhang Fei patted Deng Ai on the back, showing a very intimate look.
Deng Ai was surprised by Zhang Fei's informality. He quickly stepped aside, bowed and clasped his fists: "The third general is the same as the master, please forgive Deng Ai for not being too rude..."
"Sure enough, he is Lan Ziyu's disciple. He has the same unpleasant personality as him, but it doesn't matter. You can have a few more drinks with me later to make amends." Zhang Fei joked with a smile.
"Uh...I will obey your orders." Deng Ai smiled bitterly at everyone.
After a while, everyone came to the flat square in front of Wangjia Village. It was a place where the villagers dried their food when they were busy and practiced their formation footwork in their free time.
Deng Ai's soldiers brought tables and chairs from the village, and everyone sat down in the center of the square to chat.
Seats and benches are a new item in home life. They are currently mainly popular in Jiaozhou and Jingnan where Lantian is located. They are also used by a small number of families in Jingzhou and Yizhou. There are merchants in Jiangdong who transport furniture for sale, but Wei Guo has never had the opportunity. "Introduced", so Jiang Wei was a little curious after reading it.
Sitting on a high stool with hanging legs for the first time, Jiang Wei felt that the blood in his legs was flowing smoothly, which was much more comfortable than sitting on his knees at formal occasions in Jicheng.
Zhang Fei 'laughed' at Jiang Wei's appearance of not having seen the world, and then pointed at Deng Ai and Jiang Wei to show off: "Isn't this a good experience? I saw it twenty or thirty years ago in Ziyu's hometown Xiaopei , you didn’t even exist at that time.”
"The popular bed in Liangzhou is no different from this stool. However, in terms of ease of transportation, it has to be a stool. It is more comfortable and has a chair. Mr. Ziyu is really a strange person." Ma Chao added.
"That's natural. My teacher is very talented. Some of the small items used at home are just my husband's random creations." Deng Ai replied proudly.
Zhang Fei nodded in affirmation: "I also agree. Does Shi Zai know the purpose of my visit?"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
