The World of Yellow Sky

Before the Yellow Turban Army, incidents such as brawls rarely occurred.

Because of Fu Zhu's preaching, coupled with military merit and military discipline, and the influence of Xu An, the Yellow Turban Army has always been brave in public battles and timid in private battles.

This, now that I think about it, is very unusual.

Only now did Xu An realize that the current Yellow Turban Army is like a crossbow string that has been taut for a long time and has not let up.

The soldiers in the military station are alright, they are now retiring to the second line, and have not experienced war for a long time, but the soldiers directly under them, and the soldiers in various defense areas have never had any rest.

"No."

Xu An stood up, and now the consequences of the long-term tension are beginning to emerge.

"We need to draw up a system of rotation."

To relax but not to relax, civil and military can't be able to; relax but not to relax, civil and military can't do anything.One piece and one relaxation, the way of civil and martial arts.

The civil and military here does not mean civil officials and generals, but refers to Zhou Wenwang and Zhou Wuwang.

To tighten the bowstring without relaxing it, even King Wen and King Wu could not do it; to relax the bowstring without tightening it was something that King Wen and King Wu would not do; sometimes tense and sometimes relax, this is what King Wen and King Wu do. way of governing the country.

The more you look inside, the more problems you can find.

The current Yellow Turban Army seems to be relatively complete in all aspects, but in fact many problems are hidden inside, and these problems are often not noticed at all.

Because most of the time, even the eagle wolf guards and generals who are supervising don't notice it, and they don't think these are problems.

Just like this time, if Nanlou hadn't come over, he really didn't notice that the Yellow Turban Army had stretched a string for too long.

The fights and frictions that happened in the army may have been forgotten by Xu An, and they were just regarded as a trivial matter.

Fortunately, Xu An finally found out, otherwise, in the end, I am afraid that there will be camp screams among the Yellow Turban Army.

If there is a camp tsunami, it is still at a critical time, then the consequences will be extremely serious, and even fall short of success and fall into the abyss.

This is not alarmist talk, because although the Yellow Turban Army has won many times, they must be cautious when they are small and large, just like dancing on a sword.

Han Ting can lose countless times, but he only needs to win once, and the Yellow Turban Army so far can't afford to lose even once.

Long-term tension has a great impact on morale. The combat effectiveness of the Yellow Turban Army is obviously much lower than the theoretical one. This may be the reason.

Xu An also remembered a book he had read before. During the Napoleon period, France was in full swing. The morale of the army under his command was extremely high, and the will to fight was also very tenacious.

However, under the long-term combat and tension, some French troops inexplicably collapsed on the way of marching, and fled.

Now the situation around the Yellow Turban Army is fairly stable and has not deteriorated, and the Han army has no other actions. Except for Zhang Yan's department, there are no large-scale military operations in other places.

However, rest cannot solve all problems.

Xu An walked slowly at the door.

The Yellow Turban Army has no salary, only military merit can grant land and money, but not everyone can get military merit.

People with families can naturally go home, but many people are alone, with no care and care, and their family members have long since died in the turmoil.

They have nowhere else to live but the barracks.

The Yellow Turban Army didn't have enough finances to pay them salaries. Even if they went to the nearest city to rest, they might not even be able to buy some things. Food and accommodation were problems.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu An realized that he had fallen into a dead end.

Among the Mintun and Juntun, for the sake of publicity, he himself had people write a lot of stories, and then recruited some people as storytellers to share between the Mintun, Juntun and the townships and townships in the cities. Storytelling, lectures.

It is also a recreational activity.

Among the armies of later generations, there were also specialized art soldiers.

Today's recreational activities are not as diverse as those of later generations, but there are quite a few.

Opera, singing and dancing, storytelling, and sports can all be held in the army.

"Xu Da, call Zhao Le over."

Xu An said something to Xu Da, the captain of the guard standing at the door, and walked into the room without thinking.

After all, storytelling is only storytelling, even if it is like a lotus flower in the mouth, it is fascinating and fascinating, but it is still just language.

Sometimes language can't fully express emotions.

If you put the story on the stage and show it in the form of opera, it will undoubtedly be more preaching.

Xu An spread out the yellow paper on the desk, picked up the pen holder, but the pen tip stopped in mid-air before touching the yellow paper.

He originally wanted to write about some operas he had heard and some programs he had watched.

But he has now changed his mind.

"Long Shi Zhao Le, see Duke Ming."

Zhao Le was in the side hall, and soon arrived at the courtyard, bowed to Xu An at the door, and walked into the house.

Xu An raised his head to look at Zhao Le. The seed of the house had a good view because of the sunlight. Xu An found that Zhao Le had gained a lot of weight, and his face seemed to be getting rounder.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Eagle Wolf Guard never reported Zhao Le's pocketing, Xu An would really have doubts about how this ordinary meal could make Zhao Le so fat.

"Proposed order."

Xu An didn't say much, and pointed at the desk next to him.

Zhao Le walked quickly to the desk, and Ti Qi from Eagle Wolf Guard had already prepared paper and pen for him.

"Set up a missionary office as a gift, in charge of military entertainment, missionary education, and a unique system..."

……

Zhao Le walked out of the house with the stamped order, and walked to the Secretary of the Interior not far away.

Xu An put his hands in his sleeves and stood at the door, looking at Zhao Le's back in the wind and snow.

The operas he has heard and the stage plays he has seen are not suitable for the present.

In this era, powerful families are rampant, and exploitation, bullying, and oppression are just commonplace for ordinary people.

The stories that happened to them are far more terrifying and cruel than fictional tragedies.

Adapting these things into dramas and putting them on stage will undoubtedly make people feel empathetic and resonate.

The enlightenment education in the military has been promoted, and literacy classes have been opened continuously.

The Taipingdao thought revised by Xu An continued to spread in the army, but many people were still very confused and didn't know why they were fighting.

Because of repeated victories, many people have given birth to laziness, arrogance, living in a corner, and the desire for peace.

Xu An must let his soldiers know who they are fighting for and what they are fighting for.

An army with faith will not be easily defeated.

Chapter 469 Chen Sheng

Shangdang County, Liting.

This is the hinterland of Shangdang County, and Li Ting is to the west of the Changzi City, which is also within the range of the Changzi Basin.

Chen Feng sat beside the bed with his eyes open, and the roosters raised in the village were crowing, but the sky outside hadn't fully lit up yet, so he couldn't see clearly.

Chen Feng has experience, he knows that there is still a period of time before the genius will fully shine, so he is not in a hurry to go out now.

He touched his chest, and there was the yellow paper that was handed to him by Fu Zhu in Shangai County.

That talisman did not lie, he really got the land by virtue of that piece of yellow paper.

Although the land is still Taiping Dao, not his land, but there is a contract in hand, as long as he does not let the fields fall into disrepair, these fields can be cultivated by him all the time, which is equivalent to his own family's land.

And it is said that if you reclaim wasteland by yourself, the reclaimed wasteland will be owned by you, and you will be exempted from tax for one year.

Although the taxation of these lands is the same as that sent by the Yellow Turban Army, [-]% of the land tax is collected, but these land governments will issue title deeds.

The winter in Bingzhou is frighteningly cold, the cold wind whizzes past the house, and there is only a wall between Chen Feng and Chen Feng.

Chen Feng tightened his clothes, and the Yellow Turban Army distributed them some winter supplies, including clothes, but these clothes could not withstand the severe cold, but they were better than nothing.

Chen Feng is already very content. Although it is freezing cold, at least they are still alive now. They don't need to sell their sons and daughters, they don't need to sell themselves into slavery. It was unbearably cold.

The cock crowed one after another, each louder than the other.

Chen Feng heard Xixi Suso's voice. Although he couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly, he knew that many people should wake up.

The place where they live now is a temporary shack, and some places are the military tents of the Yellow Turban Army.

The sky is slowly getting brighter, and the things in front of Chen Feng's eyes are gradually becoming clearer.

"Aon."

There was also a soft cry from behind Chen Feng, but it was his son Chen Sheng who woke up.

"Keep your voice down, let your mother and younger sister sleep more."

Chen Feng made a silent gesture, and said softly to Chen Sheng.

Although it is winter and there is no need to work in the fields, they cannot be idle.

Among the villages, there is a weaving machine and a carpenter.

In the past few days, all the women have been gathered together, either collecting materials or weaving. Yesterday his wife was busy from morning to dusk.

Chen Feng looked back at his wife and daughter who were lying on the bed, eyes closed, sleeping soundly, with a hint of relief in their eyes.

After tossing and turning for so long and walking so far, the tigers, leopards and wolves in all directions have gone far away from them, and there are no more man-eating devils. They finally have a peaceful place, in the rumored Yellow Heaven Paradise. The Zhong'an family settled down and became a private household in Mintun.

Stationed in the Mintun, those majestic Yellow Turban soldiers armed with spears made Chen Feng feel safe, not afraid.

Along the way, these people are protecting their safety.

Chen Feng used to be a member of those Yellow Turbans. He still remembers that on the bank of the raging Zhangshui, there was a sea of ​​Yellow Turbans in front of him, behind him, and beside him.

Accompanied by shouts and drums, he held a spear in his hand, followed countless khaki banners, and strode forward.

Those soldiers with yellow turbans are not those who wear red robes. Those soldiers with yellow turbans will not beat and scold them, nor will they swing butcher knives at their unarmed people.

The sky gradually became brighter, and there were noises outside the shack.

Chen Feng touched his face with clean water, brushed his messy hair, and led Chen Sheng out of the shack.

At this time, a lot of households had gathered in the open space outside the shack. These people included men and women, old and young.

In the middle of the open space, a group of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, wearing leggings, wearing khaki military uniforms, wearing yellow scarves, and holding long guns, has completed the assembly.

"Take a break!"

The leader of the yellow scarf army wearing leather armor held a saber around his waist with one hand and held a small flag with the other, shouting orders.

Chen Feng walked in front, and Chen Sheng took a step behind. The two of them walked towards the open space, one in front of the other, and there were people around who came out of the house and gathered in the direction of the open space.

When Chen Feng walked to the open space, the open space was already full of people.

According to the regulations of the Yellow Turban Army, each civilian village has about one hundred people as a village, and ten villages are combined into a gathering. For each gathering, a team of about 100 Yellow Turban soldiers is arranged to be on duty. There is one Diannong officer and two deputy Diannong officials. Congratulations.

"clang----"

A crisp sound came from the center of the open space, and the originally noisy open space became quiet in an instant.

They have settled down here for a while, and they understand the rules here, and abide by them very well.

A Diannong officer in a dark blue robe and a Taoist crown walked slowly onto the low platform built in the center of the open space.

"According to the order of the great virtuous teacher, in order to build Liting and prosper the village, it is necessary to recruit 100 loggers, 50 collectors, 50 weavers, 50 road workers, and 16 water conservancy workers. The construction period is one month. Workers and water conservancy workers are required to be over 50 years old and under [-] years old, and collectors are required to be women and the elderly."

"Lumbercutters, collectors, and weavers are paid according to the quantity, and the daily currency is paid. Road workers and water conservancy workers are paid daily, and the monthly currency is paid. The loggers and road workers are all provided with board and lodging."

Diannonggu put away the yellow paper in his hand and handed it to the soldiers beside him.

The soldiers on the side took the yellow paper and posted it on a bulletin board under the low platform.

"Now you can register at the registration office next to the stage. Don't be crowded. Keep order. If you are crowded, you will be detained for three days. You will not be allowed to work. If you have a migrant worker at home, you will be issued a work permit. There will be recruitment in a few days, so don't panic. "

Diannonggu pointed to the registration office next to the stage, and shouted again.

Because Diannonggu released the news of job recruitment, the households in the open space were a little anxious.

They have just arrived and have no savings at all. The time for spring plowing has not yet come, and it is now the time for the slack farming. Although porridge is distributed every day in the village, the porridge and rice are indeed a bit scarce.

If you go to work, although you don't have much money, you can at least have enough food, and the food is much better than that in Mintun.

The food of the road worker is considered the best, and you can still see some dishes, and you can even see meat, but you have to leave Mintun to go to other roads, but it is not far away.

The construction of roads in really remote places had already been arranged in Shangai County.