There are gaps everywhere on the loess wall. After a long period of wind and rain, it has become dilapidated. The nitrate soil on the root of the wall is in clumps. The paint has peeled off and the broken door has turned gray under the sun and rain. , only the same dilapidated, tall and thick houses within the courtyard walls indicate the special identity of this building as a high temple.
"Marquis!"
Several soldiers on duty at the gate saw Zhang Sheng arriving and quickly stepped forward to salute.
"Is anyone here?"
Zhang Sheng smiled and pointed at the official temple.
"Yes, Junhou, he has not left the county temple today." The guard replied.
It's nice to be here, so you don't have to wait.
Instructing Zhou Chuang to symbolically knock on the large wooden door, Zhang Sheng waited at the door. His purpose of coming here was to go to Ju Shou.
After Guangchang City was destroyed, I don’t know what Jushou Jugongda was thinking, but he actually stayed in Guangchang City for more than ten days. It's just that if you stay, you stay, and I don't know what the wrong link is. When the city was not broken, he closed the door to thank guests every day. After the city was broken, the door of the official temple was wide open, and every day Wearing official uniforms and taking old slaves with them, they began to patrol the city from time to time.
Zhang Sheng thought about this strange move of Jushou for a long time, and already had some judgment in his mind. However, it was limited to judgment. He did not stop Jushou. On the contrary, he was happy to see the result, because in this way, from the surface, It seems that Guangchang City is still under the control of the imperial court and has nothing to do with him, a bandit, so it will avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Not long after, an old slave came to the gate of the county temple. Under the guidance of the old slave, Zhang Sheng and Zhou Chuang met Jushou Jugongda, who was dressed in official clothes in the main hall of the county temple.
well!
Zhang Sheng sighed in his heart when he looked at Jushou Jugongda, who was sitting upright with a cloth crown on his head and a red official uniform, with his eyes lowered.
The donkey will not fall down!
Obviously, Jushu didn't want to get involved with a thief like himself. He patrolled the city every day and opened the gates of the county and temples all because he wanted to prove his unyielding and innocence to the world in his own way.
After understanding Jushou's attitude and verifying his suspicions, Zhang Sheng's purpose of this trip has been achieved, which makes him feel a little regretful.
After all, it’s not my cup of tea!
Ju awarded this person. After Yuan Shao's defeat, Cao Cao gained all the power in the world and showed his heroic posture. Faced with the persuasion of the old thief Cao, this person still refused to surrender. He chose to die for the sake of his family. It can be seen that he still has some talent. A bit tough.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Sheng left the county temple without saying a word.
"Mr. Lang, what is the purpose of this trip?"
After leaving the county temple, Zhou Chuang looked back, full of doubts. He didn't understand the meaning of Zhang Sheng's trip.
"Lao Chuang, for the trial three days later, I originally wanted to involve this Jugongda so that he could appear more legitimate. But now it seems that I have simplified this person's mind and do not want to conspire against each other. People have already made their intentions clear, so there are some things they might as well not say."
As Zhang Sheng walked, he solved the doubts in Zhou Chuang's mind.
"Lang Jun, we now have control of Guangchang City, and some things may not be up to him." Understanding Zhang Sheng's meaning, Zhou Chuang expressed his injustice on behalf of his master.
"Haha, Lao Chuang, don't push Jushou too hard for the time being. We are still very weak, and we have just occupied Guangchang, and things are complicated. It is better to leave him alone for the time being, at least for the imperial court to suppress the rebellion. The army will not come." Zhang Sheng explained to Zhou Chuang the reason why he allowed Ju Shou to wander around Guangchang.
At this time, the Eastern Han Dynasty court was like a sieve leaking air everywhere.
Yizhou and Jiaozhi rebelled, and dozens of Yellow Turban remnants from Sili, Yanzhou, and Yuzhou Huanglong were causing trouble everywhere. Qingzhou Yellow Turban Army, Heishan Army, Liangzhou Beigong Boyu, etc. attacked counties and killed officials with great momentum, one after another. It formed a prairie fire, and the Eastern Han Dynasty court was already in dire straits.
Zhang Sheng thought clearly that the right way is to develop and grow. Now, as long as he does not make trouble, the court will not come to trouble him...
The cavalry of Guangchang City came out in all directions. Within three days, Guangchang County was in a state of uproar. The people in the village gathered in a group and surrounded Li Zheng, looking at several pieces of silk cloth filled with writings in his hands. There was endless discussion.
"Li Zheng, please tell me, is it written here that the high thief is finished..."
"Uncle Zhang, can children really go to the county to study and become literate..."
"Uncle Wang, go to the county to see if there is really food to be received..."
Ragged, unkempt villagers, old or young, looked at the so-called notices in the hands of Li Zheng or the village elders, and asked questions that concerned them.
"You ask the old man, how can the old man know whether it is true or false? Anyway, the soldier who sent this thing said so..."
When asked anxiously, Li Zheng or the village elders could only tell the truth, because they could not read, and what they knew was the result of what was relayed by the person who sent the notice.
When the elders spoke, the villagers naturally believed them. The content on the notice was confirmed. They could complain about grievances and children could read and read for free. However, the focus of the people's attention gradually converged on one point.
"Chief, we heard that the county seat was captured by thieves not long ago. Now, the thieves have issued this notice. Can we believe what they say?"
Faced with this question, Li Zheng and the elders had no answer.
The villagers who gathered together were all talking, and they did not discuss whether the thief's words were trustworthy or not, so they could only disperse gradually. However, their hearts were filled with that liter of grain.
Anyway, the county seat is not far from here. Take a look. You must go and see it then. What if it is true?
"Aweng, can the thief's words be trusted?"
At the foot of the mountain, in front of two thatched houses, an eight or nine-year-old child was asking his grandfather the same question.
Can the thief's words be trusted?
The man in question turned around and looked at Aweng, who was lying on the animal skin in the corner of the thatched house, moaning in pain, at the thin woman serving Aweng, and at the skinny child next to him. He chose to believe it. .
In the past few years, I have traveled all over the country, from Bingzhou to Youzhou. I have traveled a lot. I have met officials and thieves. Sometimes, the words of thieves and bandits are more trustworthy than the words of officials.
"Ah Weng, I want to get some grain back to give to Weng Weng." Seeing that his father-in-law didn't answer his question for a long time, the child timidly expressed his request.
Hearing his child's words, the man's face was full of shame. In the past few years, he had been running around working hard for others, just trying to get ahead, but he failed, but in the end he achieved nothing.
I am ashamed of my mother-in-law, I am ashamed of my wife and children!
"Alin, be good, Wengweng will have enough grain."
The man's big hands took his child, caressed the child's thin cheek lovingly, looked in the direction of the county seat and made a promise to the child...
