The Three Kingdoms began with island farming

Chapter 72 Yellow Turban Heritage
Although he felt that Zhang Liang looked at him strangely, Tian Ze realized that there was no hostility in his eyes, so he suppressed his confusion.

"Although you have failed, you have also succeeded. The aristocratic families have once again taken over the court, and the powerful are becoming more and more powerful. The court is powerless to save the situation, and the world is about to fall into chaos!"

Feeling that the gaze was getting increasingly hot, Tian Ze frowned even more tightly.

There should be nothing wrong with what he said!

"Moreover, there are still many Yellow Turbans in various places, and there are also a large number of refugees who cannot survive. Although the Yellow Turban Army led by you will be gone, the Yellow Turban bandits in various places will continue for a long time, causing great harm to the people."

"Because most of these Yellow Turban bandits are no longer pure Yellow Turbans. Some are just bandits flying the Yellow Turban banner."

"Many of them are secretly supported and manipulated by powerful families behind the scenes, and have become tools of others."

“They were used for personal gain and became the source of chaos.”

"When the world is in chaos, these Yellow Turban bandits will become the cornerstone for the princes of various places to rise up."

"Perhaps the best outcome for the Yellow Turbans is to find a strategic location, wait until the warring states have fought for supremacy and the world has been decided, and then join a powerful leader to completely escape the predicament."

Tian Ze knew that this was what the last Black Mountain Army did. They kept hiding in the Taihang Mountains and finally chose to surrender after Cao Cao pacified the north.

Although there were many twists and turns along the way, he managed to basically save himself and had a good ending.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang sat up straight instantly, looking at Tian Ze fixedly, with a huge wave of emotion in his heart.

"Is there anything wrong with what I said?" Tian Ze asked again, full of doubts.

He always felt that Zhang Liang's reaction was not right, especially the way he looked at him, which seemed to be hiding something, but not malicious.

"No problem, what Governor Tian said is very good! Really very good!" Zhang Liang suppressed his inner excitement and said in a deep voice.

"Where do you think it would be appropriate for us to go, Governor Tian?"

"Liaodong, how is it?" Tian Ze said with a little embarrassment, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

After talking for a long time, he actually just liked these Yellow Turban Army and their families.

These are all Zhang Jue's direct descendants, who are controlled by Zhang Jue as much as possible. They have good character and do not have many innocent souls in their hands, so they are worth recruiting.

Moreover, if he could recruit these people, he might be able to intervene in the Yellow Turban Army scattered all over the world in the future. That is a population of at least millions, and Tian Ze could not help but be tempted.

"Okay!" Zhang Liang said firmly without any hesitation.

Tian Ze was stunned. I haven't explained anything yet, why did this person agree?

Zhang Liang's move really made it difficult for him to succeed.

At this time, Zhang Liang had completely regarded Tian Ze as the second Zhang Jue.

Moreover, he has seen through the current situation.

The Yellow Turbans had already lost the possibility of achieving anything, and all he wanted was to carry on his elder brother's legacy and allow more believers and people to survive.

"Um, this is a serious matter, don't you think about it again?" Tian Ze couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Liang answered so readily that he wondered for a moment if the other party was cheating.

"No need to think too much, I believe in Governor Tian." Zhang Liang said calmly with a firm look.

"But let me make it clear first, I can't save your life. I'm afraid I can't save many of the Yellow Turbans in the city. The only ones I can guarantee to save are those Yellow Turbans that have not been surrounded and suppressed by the soldiers, and I only want the good ones among them."

Zhang Liang's frankness made Tian Ze feel a little unreal, so he spoke frankly.

"It's okay." Zhang Liang smiled carefreely, as if he had already put life and death aside.

"My head can be handed over to Governor Tian later. Governor Tian just needs to do his best."

Zhang Liang knew that he was doomed to die. Only the heads of his three brothers could put an end to this.

Before, he might have been unwilling to give in, but now, he has completely let it go.

The person in front of him is exactly the same as his brother.

Just as kind, just as capable, and thinks more far-reachingly than his brother.

This kind of person will definitely achieve great things in the future, and will never be willing to be a running dog of the current foolish court.

He also knew the Liaodong area and the living conditions of the people there.

He felt relieved to hand over the Yellow Turbans to Tian Ze.

He turned his gaze to Zhang Niujiao standing aside.

This disciple had followed him for more than ten years and knew him well. He was the one he had originally chosen to be the successor to the Yellow Turbans.

However, he knew this disciple very well. He was truly sincere towards the Yellow Turbans and the common people, but his ability was average.

If we hand over the Yellow Turbans to him, the future will be unpredictable, and we can only say that there is a chance for him to survive.

He knew early on that he might follow in his brother's footsteps, so he was prepared to hand over the Yellow Turban to this disciple, but now it seems that there is no need.

Facing Zhang Liang's expectant gaze, Zhang Niujiao knelt on the ground without hesitation, clenched his right fist and pounded it hard on his chest. His eyes were full of determination, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He understood what Zhang Liang meant. Before Zhang Jiao died, he was the only person besides Zhang Liang who heard his last words. Therefore, when Tian Ze spoke, he felt the same as Zhang Liang.

Everything is self-explanatory!

Zhang Liang's eyes flashed with relief, and he said to Tian Ze: "Tian Taishou, can I ask you one more favor?"

"You said."

"My disciple is named Zhang Niujiao. He is a child from a poor family with a simple heart. He has been following me and my elder brother since he was young, but has never shown up in public. Can you accept him?" For the first time, Zhang Liang's words revealed a pleading tone.

Tian Ze looked at Zhang Niujiao's resolute face and bright eyes, scanned them with his Qi-reading technique, and then nodded: "No problem."

"Thank you." Zhang Liang stood up and bowed respectfully to Tian Ze.

Then he staggered to Zhang Niujiao's side and held his left hand tightly with both hands.

"Niu Jiao, from now on you must listen to what Governor Tian says. Do whatever he tells you to do without second thoughts. Take good care of the brothers of the Yellow Turbans and don't think about other things. Your master and your two uncles will pray for you in the underworld."

At this moment, Zhang Liang seemed no longer to be the general in charge of hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans, but just an ordinary father with kindness in his eyes.

A faint white light appeared on Zhang Liang's hand. Tian Ze keenly realized that the person in front of him was burning everything he had, and a power in Zhang Niujiao was slowly being stimulated.

Is this a talent?

Just like Zhang Jiao who burned out his last bit of energy and blood, Zhang Liang smiled and touched the tears on Zhang Niu Jiao's face.

"Niu Jiao, remember what Master said, and look at that peaceful and prosperous world for Master and your two uncles."

The sound turned into intermittent mumbling in the end. Zhang Liang leaned weakly on Zhang Niujiao's body, already lifeless.

"Master!"

The shrill cries echoed through the sky.

All the Yellow Turban soldiers felt that the power they had gained had completely dissipated, and they were all filled with grief.

They knew what this meant, and their general, the Human Rights Officer, went too!
(End of this chapter)