The World of Yellow Sky

"Tap Tat Tat—"

The sound of orderly footsteps came from not far away, and groups of Yellow Turban soldiers with ring-headed knives poured into the city.

With a Yanling saber straddling his waist, the Yinglang Wei Tiqi in the eagle wolf uniform watched the crowd with cold eyes, examining the suspicious-looking people in the crowd.

A rush of horseshoes came from outside the city, and a deafening cheer broke out among the crowd gathered at the west gate of Jinyang.

"Long live!"

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and a group of yellow-turban cavalry in bright armor entered Jinyang City first, and louder cheers sounded.

The khaki-colored banners fluttered in the wind, and everyone in Jinyang City raised their arms and shouted towards the city gate.

"Welcome to the great virtuous teacher!"

A group of soldiers and police officers who maintained order also lowered their heads at this time, and saluted respectfully in the direction of the city gate.

With a smile on his face, Xu An drove his horses slowly through the corridor of the city gate.

What came into view was a sea of ​​lanterns. At this time, the sky was almost completely dark, and the moon could not be seen on New Year's Eve, but Xu An illuminated the way forward with each lantern.

Xu Huang, Lu Bu, Zhang Liao, Zhang Yan and others followed behind Xu An, looking at the scene in front of them, they were also slightly dazed.

There was no need for them to light the lamps and light the torches; there was already light to light their way.

A citizen with a yellow scarf on his head raised a lantern in his hand, trying to let as much light as possible into the center of the street.

Pedestrians on both sides of the street raised the lanterns in their hands together. Although the light emitted by the lanterns in their individual hands was weak, when the light from thousands of lanterns gathered together, they still illuminated the road. brightly lit.

Xu An turned his head to look to the side, and there were dots of lamps on the roads on both sides.

Xu Huang, Lu Bu and the others also involuntarily slowed down their horses.

"Taiping Road!"

Suddenly a cry broke out from the crowd, like a spark falling into a barrel full of gunpowder.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of cheers that suppressed the clouds, and it burst out from the crowd on both sides of the street.

"Long live!!"

The powerful families in Bingzhou were almost wiped out by Xu An, and the few remaining families were all extremely honest.

Now the residents in Jinyang City are no longer the original residents, some of them are the families of the Yellow Turban Army.

There are also some people who were at the bottom of Jinyang City before. The arrival of the Yellow Turban Army rescued them from the oppression of the powerful family.

The Yellow Turban Army gave them dignity and gave them the hope of living, so that they would not sell their children or daughters, and they would not sell themselves into slavery, and they could have a full meal.

So when they received the news that Xu An would enter Jinyang City from the west gate of Jinyang at dusk on New Year's Eve, they all gathered and went to the west gate to welcome Xu An into the city.

"Taiping Dao, long live!!"

Xu An has seen countless scenes of cheering.

He has experienced the battles of Guangzong and Xiaquyang. From Fenshui to Zhangshui, he has heard the cheers of thousands of soldiers.

But there has never been a time when Xu An's heart was surging more than this time.

Deep and loud cheers came from the crowd on both sides, and it lasted for a long time.

The sky is full of stars, although there is no moonlight, but there are countless stars.

In Jinyang City, lanterns were raised one after another. Although the light was dim, it was as bright as the Milky Way.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian stands!"

Xu An raised his right arm, clenched his fist tightly, and shouted loudly.

"Follow the sky and follow the righteousness, and enjoy the peace!!"

There was even louder cheers, hundreds of people and soldiers raised their arms and shouted towards Xu An.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand, follow the sky and follow the righteousness, and enjoy peace!!!"

With the light of thousands of lanterns, Xu An walked along the street towards the government office in Jinyang City.

The soldiers and people on both sides bowed their heads and saluted, and some even knelt on the ground.

There is nothing better than eating a pot of pulp to welcome the king's teacher.

These ordinary people are illiterate, these ordinary people are extremely ignorant in the eyes of some people, these ordinary people do not understand any major principles, and do not have any too lofty ideals.

But they know in their hearts who is good to them.

Only those who the people care about, the people will hold him high.

Xu An led the horse under his seat and moved forward slowly.

Just when he arrived outside the government office in Jinyang City, he saw an unusually familiar figure in the middle of the street.

Yan Zhong was wearing a Yuqing wishful crown and a Qingjuan Daoist robe. Behind him stood a man with the same gray beard and hair as him, and a slightly fatter figure. That man was the Minister of Foreign Affairs Pang Bo.

Fu Qi is in charge of immigration affairs in Shangdang County, and he is very busy. Yang Ji is also busy with immigration affairs in Taiyuan County, and he already lives in Yangyi.

Without any hesitation, Xu An got off his horse and rushed up to meet him.

"The wind is severe and cold, why did the military division and Duke Pang come out?"

Xu An stepped forward and said helplessly that he had already told Yan Zhong before that there was no need to welcome him.

"Is this also arranged by the military division?"

Xu An pointed to the people and soldiers who were welcoming along the way.

Yan Zhong laughed and said, "I did not arrange this, but I did spread the news that you are going to enter the city."

"I did arrange the soldiers and the police, but it was because there were too many people who greeted you."

Yan Zhong said with emotion, looking at the welcome crowd, Xu An's popularity within the Yellow Turban Army was increasing day by day.

Meng school, land tax, stability of order, restoration of law and order, public trial conference, elimination of evil and rape, and elimination of rangers.

Bingzhou is no longer the former Bingzhou.

The Xiongnu surrendered, even their names were removed, and Wuhuan returned to him, proclaiming himself a minister, and the border troubles that had plagued Bingzhou for many years were gone.

Yan Zhong said: "I thought you would only arrive in Jinyang next year, and you would spend more time in the Taihang workshop. I have already ordered the saddle-style fastening method to be taught, and now all the baggage teams are using saddles. It is indeed a lot better than the original one, has the arrangement of the four-wheeled carriage been made, should it be trial-produced?"

Xu An smiled helplessly, and said, "Let's go in and talk about it. Hua Tuo is going to Shangdang County first. If he catches a cold or something, it won't be easy to treat."

"The four-wheeled carriage has already been trial-manufactured, and the blueprints have been drawn. Now several secret workshops in the Taihang Mountains are being produced. After they are fully perfected, they can be used for military use."

Everyone walked towards the gate of the government office together. The voices outside the city did not subside, and they were still in a state of turmoil.

Xu An shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "This time the commotion is a bit loud."

It's night again, and people are gathering again, a careless move can easily cause commotion, Xu An intends to let the crowd disperse, but in this situation, it's hard to say.

Yan Zhong didn't take it seriously, and said: "Send more people and pay attention to safety. It's just a test of the response ability of the newly established police force in Jinyang City. Otherwise, it's just small troubles and nothing can be seen at all. "

"If you gain the way in the world, and if you gain the people, you will gain the world. What the people want is the trend of the world. It is good to eat pots of pulp to welcome the king and teacher."

With piercing eyes, Yan Zhong said loudly.

"The Duke of Ming established the Dingding and Bingzhou, established the Xiongnu in the north, subdued Wuhuan, borrowed the yellow scarves of the four states to rise again, and set off a huge wave, which is unmatched by the world. The hearts of the people of Bingzhou have been determined, and they all have hearts for Minggong."

"The building is about to fall, but our army is getting stronger and stronger. Since the people's support is available, why not use it?"

Yan Zhong stopped, stopped at the gate of the Jinyang City Government Office, turned around, looked at the people still standing on the street, and said slowly.

"The hearts of the people have turned to Duke Ming, and the hearts of the people have turned to me for peace. What happened today will spread throughout Bingzhou and the world. The confused people in my Yellow Turban Army will no longer be confused, and neither will the timid people in my Yellow Turban Army No matter how timid you are, the members of my Yellow Turban Army will be full of confidence."

Yan Zhong turned his head to look into Xu An's eyes, and said solemnly.

"They will firmly believe that the world of Huang Tian will definitely come true!!"

Chapter 464 Military Academy

In the Jinyang city government office, the lights are brightly lit.

Although it was already dark, there were still many civil servants carrying books to and fro on the roads of the Jinyang city government office, as well as eagle wolf Wei Tiqi walking in a hurry. , a general of the Yellow Turban Army with a rather anxious expression.

People along the way saw Xu An coming, no matter what they were doing, they all respectfully saluted Xu An.

Xu An and Yan Zhong walked through the courtyard and entered the house.

The guards closed the door of the house, and the sound of the cold wind outside the window was also shut in the courtyard, and everyone felt a little warmer.

New Year's Eve in the North is a cold season, and in a few days, it may be snowing.

Yan Zhong tightened his collar, glanced out of the window, and said, "This winter seems to be colder than last year."

Gong Du removed the robe he was wearing, and just heard Yan Zhong's voice, he also felt something was wrong, and echoed: "It seems that the winters of the past few years have been getting colder every year."

"In the winter before, I didn't wear as much as I do now, and I didn't feel cold. Now the cold wind in Bingzhou really feels like it's freezing to the bottom of my heart. The winter in Bingzhou is much colder than the winter in Jizhou."

"Something's not quite right..."

Yan Zhong's expression was a little dignified, Gong Du used to be from Jizhou, he thought it was because he was in Bingzhou, and Bingzhou was colder than Jizhou.

But Yan Zhong is from Liangzhou and has traveled in Bingzhou before, but in his impression, Bingzhou is definitely not as cold as it is now.

Xu An's heart skipped a beat. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, an important thing.

The end of the Eastern Han Dynasty seems to be in the Little Ice Age.

As a result, the temperature of the earth has dropped sharply, and the global food production has been greatly reduced, which has caused severe social turmoil and a sharp drop in population.

Another characteristic of the Little Ice Age is that the weather variability is quite large, that is, the frequency of extreme weather is relatively high.

The period from the end of the Yin and Shang Dynasties to the early years of the Western Zhou Dynasty was the first Little Ice Age, while the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, and the Western Jin Dynasty were the second Little Ice Age.

The end of the Tang Dynasty, the Five Dynasties, and the beginning of the Northern Song Dynasty were the third Little Ice Age, and the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty were the fourth Little Ice Age.

At that time, the temperature dropped sharply, causing drought in the north, and a large reduction in grain production, resulting in decades of violent social turmoil and wars. The long-term famine was the root cause of the unrestricted expansion of wars.

Xu An's face was a little gloomy. He had never planted land, nor had he paid attention to the climate. His main attention had always been planning power development and war.

What Yan Zhong and Gong Du mentioned by chance now reminded Xu An of the climate at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

"Won't it affect the harvest too much?"

Xu An's tone was low, and he asked, now Bingzhou has nearly a million more people, and the food pressure it needs has doubled, but it cannot withstand any famine.

He is not an encyclopedia, he knows all the knowledge, he remembers some big things.

But Xu An didn't know how many disasters and plagues occurred during the period from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Three Kingdoms.

Even in the history books, many disasters and plagues are only mentioned briefly.

Even if starvation is everywhere, it is just to add a sentence to the book, "When benevolence and righteousness are full, the beasts will eat people, and people will eat each other."

Yan Zhong recalled for a while, paused, and said: "I don't know much about farming. Minggong can ask Fu Qi. He knows better, but it's not too cold now. According to the changes in the past few years Look, it shouldn't affect Bingzhou's harvest too much in the past few years, at least three or four years should not be a big problem, even if the weather gets colder after that, it's just a poor harvest."

"Even if the harvest is not good, it is actually not an important matter for Bingzhou. The land reclaimed in Bingzhou will only increase. Minggong attaches great importance to water conservancy. Now we have a lot of water conservancy projects in Bingzhou, which is also helpful. to increase income."

The heart that Xu An raised, slightly let go.

As long as there are still a few years of stability, then everything has a chance.

Three or four years is almost enough. The Yellow Turban Army will definitely not live in Bingzhou for a lifetime, nor can it live in Bingzhou for a lifetime.

Tomorrow, it will officially enter the first year of Yonghan, which is 180 AD.

Xu An looked at the house, Yan Zhong, Xu You, and Pang Bo were sitting in front of them.

Gong Du, Zhang Yan, He Man, Xu Huang, Lu Bu, Zhang Liao, Yan Liang, Wen Chou and other generals are all in the building.

Although sitting in the house, Xu An could still hear the noise outside the room.

Time seemed to go back to five years ago, and the scene of the lights of the Wanjia appeared in front of Xu An's eyes.

"It's been five years..."

After this year he will be 24 years old.

Xu An opened his hands, both palms were calloused from holding the knife for a long time.

Compared to the beginning, now he has led the Yellow Turban Army to an unbelievable level.

History has changed beyond recognition, but Xu An is no longer afraid of it.

Xu An clenched his fists, withdrew his gaze from his palms, and raised his eyes to look at the people in the house.

Everyone's eyes were also focused on Xu An, and there was respect and trust in everyone's eyes.