The World of Yellow Sky

It is a long way from Shangdang County to Taiyuan County, and Jinyang is the destination of Hua Tuo, but the road from Liting to the eldest son is not far away.

As the wheels of the carriage turned, the city wall of the eldest son city was getting closer and closer, and there were more and more pedestrians and motorcades on the official road.

"We'll be in the eldest son city soon."

Zhang Ji opened the door and sat in the carriage again. Although the carriage was still moving, it did not affect his movements.

"When we arrive at the eldest son city, we will rest for a few days before rushing to Jinyang. I just happen to send these children to school."

"Mr. Hua, please forgive me. Right now, people from the four prefectures are entering Bingzhou, and there are various affairs. Originally, I was just escorting Mr. Hua to Jinyang, but there is a shortage of manpower. As a last resort, I brought a group of schoolchildren with me."

Hua Tuo waved his hand and said, "It's not a problem. Taiping Dao resettled so many people, gave them land, clothing and food, and kept them from starving or freezing. This is good government."

"The scale of elementary school is rare in the world, tens of thousands of students..."

Hua Tuo glanced at Chen Sheng and then out the window. No matter how many times he thought about it, he was still shocked.

Shocked by Xu An's courage, shocked by Taipingdao's handwriting.

Hua Tuo took out a book that was put aside, which was a medical book sent by Xu An.

It was no longer the bulky bamboo slips he had seen before, but compiled on yellow paper that he thought was unbelievable at the time.

Yellow paper and black characters, the handwriting is clear, and it is much easier to read than bamboo slips.

He heard about "Yellow Sky Paper" from Zhang Ji, and he knew that the Yellow Turban Army could produce this cheap and durable paper, which was enough to supply Meng School and other schools.

He knew what that meant.

The aristocratic family no longer has much advantage in front of the Yellow Turban Army.

The Yellow Turban Army will no longer lack talents, and will no longer lack local officials to govern.

He heard that Xu An also plans to set up a military academy in Jinyang City to teach military officers.

The teaching materials are firstly the military books collected from various powerful families, and secondly the experience compiled by the generals of the Yellow Turban Army. By then, the Yellow Turban Army will not lack officers.

Hua Tuo's cognition is being refreshed almost every day, from Huang Tianzhi, to the four-wheeled carriage, to the Meng School, to the Daoist Hall, and then to the people's livelihood and farming in various places.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The shouts of mountains and tsunami came from outside the carriage.

Everyone in the carriage felt baffled, but the roar of cheers came without warning.

Zhang Ji lifted the curtain of the car, looked out of the car window, and was about to ask, but a boy holding a yellow paper ran past the convoy.

"Great victory, great victory, great victory in Shangjun!!! Zhaode General Zhang Yan defeated the enemy in Gaonu, Shangjun, captured the first rank 870, beheaded 13 enemy generals, and the enemy collapsed!!"

The boy waved the yellow paper and ran past the convoy at a brisk pace. Zhang Ji could hear it clearly, and his face couldn't help showing joy.

It is not a secret that Zhang Yan led the army to go to Shangjun. Almost the whole Bingzhou knew about it, but he did not expect that the news of the great victory would come so quickly.

Zhang Ji clenched his fist and swung it heavily to calm down his excited mood.

Hua Tuo looked at the joyous crowd outside the eldest son's city, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

With people's support for such a situation, there is no reason for the Han Dynasty to be invincible.

The military appearance of the Yellow Turban Army is the best among all the troops that Hua Tuo has ever seen. The strength of an army can be seen from the appearance of the army.

Hua Tuo sat in the car, looking at the receding scene and the flow of people outside the car window.

All of this seems to have changed since the second year of Zhongping, from the moment when Xu An's name first appeared on official official documents.

Perhaps the Yellow Turban Army will rule the world, which is the best result.

The soldiers guarding the city gate bowed their heads and saluted, and the convoy drove slowly into the eldest son city.

Hua Tuo looked at both sides of the street. He had been to Shangdang County and Changzi City when he was young.

But he swears that the eldest son city in front of him is completely different from the eldest son city he saw when he was young.

In his impression, the original eldest son city was relatively prosperous, but it was definitely not as popular as today's eldest son city, and it was definitely not as clean and tidy as today's eldest son city.

"Great victory, great victory, great victory in Shangjun!!!"

The boy holding the yellow paper was running in the streets and alleys, shouting loudly.

Policemen in dark blue military uniforms carried long sticks and patrolled the city. From time to time, Tiqi in eagle wolf uniforms walked quickly through the streets.

Everything is organized and organized.

There are no rampant servants, no rangers who shout and hug, and no domineering tyrants.

"Woo——"

The carriage driving the carriage suddenly shouted, reined in the reins, and slowed down the horse.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the entire convoy also stopped on the side of the road.

"what happened?"

Hua Tuo was a little puzzled, this is still an ordinary market, it doesn't look like a school, why did he stop here.

"The eagle wolf guard escorts the convoy of prisoners."

Zhang Ji pointed to the car window and said to Hua Tuo.

Hua Tuo looked out of the car window and saw prison cars passing by them.

The prison van was packed full of blood-stained prisoners with disheveled hair.

"This is……"

Hua Tuo looked at the prisoners, slightly startled, and asked Zhang Ji.

Before Zhang Ji could answer, Hua Tuo had already heard what happened.

"The Yangtou Mountain bandits plundered settlements, causing three casualties among the people of Taiping Road. They have been wiped out by our six gates. There are 120 people in the Yangtou Mountain bandits. 87 people were killed on the spot and 35 people were captured."

"The sheep-head bandits robbed the neighbors several times, killing seven people, injuring 17, and destroying houses and fields."

"According to the law, in addition to beheading, abandon the market to show the public!"

Hua Tuo looked at the prison car outside the window, and suddenly remembered something. It seemed that he had never heard of bandits and bandits during his journey. In Taihang Mountains and Shangdang County, he had never heard of bandits and bandits.

In the past, there were many bandits and strong men in Shangdang County. When he was practicing medicine in Shangdang County, at most, he encountered strong men three or four times along the way.

At that time, most of the pedestrians on the road gathered together to protect themselves, and most of the caravans were escorted by Guangmu, rushing all the way.

"The six gates belong to our Eagle Wolf Guard, but they are regarded as independent departments. The gate owner is Zhou Jing, who is said to be a hero from Pei Kingdom."

"It's mainly the department that manages rangers and aliens. It's responsible for some arrests by our eagle wolf guards, as well as management of ranger affairs and the elimination of thieves and bandits."

Zhang Ji explained.

"Originally, the Yellow Turban Army stationed in the local area should be the ones who suppressed the bandits, but because most of those bandits occupy the mountainous and steep terrain, the army practiced battle formations and could not adapt to the terrain. The bandits are led by the six sects, with the cooperation of the local army, and this has worked out quite well, so now there are very few bandits under my Yellow Turban Army."

"Anyone who has news about bandits, you only need to send someone to report to the Eagle Wolf Guards in the city. The shortest is three or four days, and the longest is seven or eight days before the troops can be dispatched."

When Hua Tuo thought about it, he remembered that he saw many pedestrians in twos and threes along the road, as well as small caravans, and there were not many guards. He didn't take it to heart at the time, but now that he thinks about it, this may be the reason.

Under the governance of the Yellow Turban Army, the people can feed their hunger and maintain their lives without becoming bandits.

However, the number of bandits decreased and the intensity of extermination increased. The original stubborn old bandits were eliminated, and the source and remnants were cut off together, which made Shangdang County peaceful.

Hua Tuo couldn't help sighing: "I don't steal and mess with thieves, so I don't close the house... If it is said that this is really the paradise of yellow heaven, who would not believe it..."

Compared with other places he has seen, this place is really a paradise of yellow sky.

When the convoy of prison cars passed by, the convoy of Hua Tuo and others continued to move forward. The pedestrians along the way, seeing the flags on the convoy, all gave way one after another. The policemen and Yinglang Wei Tiqi along the way all stopped to salute.

The noise gradually receded, and there were more government offices along the way.

Hua Tuo glanced out of the car, and hearing the noise that was fading away, he knew that he might be approaching the school.

Schools are generally not located around the busy city, but in relatively quiet places, which are convenient for quiet study.

A subtle child's voice came to Hua Tuo's ears. Although the voice sounded small, it seemed to be the voices of many people gathered together.

With the sound of the wheels rolling on the road, the child's voice became louder and louder, and Hua Tuo could already hear the content of the words clearly.

It was not the sound of children playing and playing, but the sound of reciting books aloud.

"In the beginning of human beings, their natures are inherently good. Their natures are similar, their habits are far apart..."

472 Zhang Yujin

The wide official road is full of traffic and pedestrians.

This is the outskirts of Jinyang City, and it is the most prosperous place in Bingzhou.

"This is Handi..."

Nan Lou looked up at the tall city wall of Jinyang City not far away. Although he had seen it several times, every time he arrived in Jinyang, there was a feeling of changing with each passing day, and he couldn't help but want to sigh.

Although it is winter now, the number of pedestrians and convoys on the official road is a few points higher than when it was last time upstairs.

While Nanlou was sizing up the pedestrians and motorcades on the official road, the motorcade and pedestrians on the official road were also sizing up Nanlou.

Without him, it would be really hard not to attract attention.

The southern Xiongnu surrendered, and they lost their crowns and were exempted from clothing. Today, they still wear their hair on the right lapel, learning Chinese, learning Chinese, and using Chinese characters.

As for Nanlou's group, all of them have disheveled hair, fur clothes, left lapels, fur caps, bows and arrows at the waist and hips, which are quite different from ordinary people.

The older generation of Bingzhou people naturally knew their attire and knew that they were Wuhuan people. The scope of Wuhuan people's activities was not limited to Youzhou, but also haunted Bingzhou.

In the sixth year of Xiping, the Han court sent Wuhuan school captain Xia Yu from Gaoliu County, Xianbei Zhonglang general Tian Yan from Yunzhong County, Xiongnu Zhonglang general Zang Min and Nan Xiongnu Shanyu from Yanmen County, and sent troops to attack Xianbei at the same time.

That is the common memory of all Bingzhou people. When the troops were dispatched, the three armies swore an oath, and every family went out of the city to send them off respectfully, waiting for the news of their victory.

But the news of the disastrous defeat came. In that year, almost every family in Bingzhou wore mourning, and every household wore hemp.

The former chief general, Wuhuan Xiaowei Xia Yu, was stationed in Gaoliu County in Dai County of Youzhou, not far from Yanmen County and Taiyuan County.

The news of Shanggu Wuhuan's surrender has already spread to almost the entire Bingzhou, as well as the territory under the jurisdiction of the Yellow Turban Army.

Nanlou has also been to Jinyang City three or four times, but the movement before it was not as grand and eye-catching as this time.

As for why this time is so big and attracts attention, one only needs to see the scale of Nanlou's team this time.

Not to mention the thousands of elite Wuhuan soldiers serving as guards, just the truckloads of leather, truckloads of treasures, and squadrons of servants are enough to make people dumbfounded.

Looking at the carriages one after another, and the fierce Wuhuan cavalry guards, the people on both sides of the official road did not feel panic, on the contrary, people kept following the Wuhuan troops on both sides.

Because of the news released by Yan Zhong before, the residents of Bingzhou already knew that Shanggu Wuhuan was attached, and the leader of Wuhuan, Nanlou, asked for a marriage and got permission to show the friendship between the two families.

The first is that they know that this Wuhuan army is absolutely not a threat, and they dare not disobey the laws established by Taipingdao.

Secondly, in addition to the Wuhuan people, the guard team also had a Yellow Turban Cavalry with yellow scarves on their heads.

Moreover, on the official road, patrolling cavalry from the Yellow Turban Army patrolled past from time to time, which made them feel more at ease, so they followed and watched this rather rare scene.

Nanlou looked at the people who gathered, without any anger.

At this time, Nanlou was in a good mood. The victory of the Yellow Turban Army in the Battle of Jizhou made him more authoritative among the tribe.

With the implementation of the Yellow Turban Army in Mintun, Youzhou, his tribe was allowed to go south, and they were resettled into the south of the Great Wall for the winter. Xu An's decision to form an alliance is even more supportive.

The winter on the grassland is getting longer every year, and the north wind is getting colder every day, almost to an unbearable level.

If it gets a little colder, the white disaster strikes, and a large number of cattle and sheep freeze to death, their survival will become a problem.

But now they can spend the winter south of the Great Wall, and they can also trade with the Han people and the Yellow Turban Army in specific cities. Many things that they could not eat before have also been added to their diet.

The days are getting better day by day, not only the ordinary herdsmen, but also the dignitaries and senior officials of the Wuhuan tribe, after entering the city of Youzhou, they are as happy as Nanlou.

Not only Nanlou, but also a group of Wuhuan knights who saw the tall city walls of Jinyang City shouted together, yelled at each other, and communicated with each other in Wuhuan language.

Jinyang City is the largest city in Bingzhou, and it is naturally several times more prosperous than the cities in Youzhou. Although they are definitely not allowed to enter the city, they can ask people to buy a lot of things in the city and bring them back to the tribe.

Nanlou and the captain of the Yellow Turban Army were chatting with each other with a smile on their face, when they saw the commotion on the official road, and then a messy sound of horseshoes came from a distance.

Nanlou turned her head and looked at the official road ahead, only to see a field of khaki-colored banners coming slowly towards this side.

"Xiaoqi Battalion?"

Zhu Jiu, the captain of the Yellow Turban Army who was next to Nanlou, recognized the banner as soon as he saw the flag, and then he saw a very familiar banner.

"And Yan Gong's general flag!"

Zhu Jiu is Liu Shi's subordinate. In the past, Yan Zhong led the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army to the north. When Zhang Baiqi was defeated in Taihang Mountain, he was in Liu Shi's army. Later, when Yan Zhong wiped out Taihang, he also followed Yan all the time. Zhong's subordinates, he will naturally not forget Yan Zhong's flag

"Yan Gong? Yan Zhong?!"