Conquer all worlds starting from the mythical Three Kingdoms

"Sure enough! The inner energy leaving the body is a humanoid missile covered in human skin!"

Looking at the city gate that was directly smashed by Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao, Mu Yi raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a smile.

The city gate, which requires the combined efforts of several people to open and close, has no protective effect in front of Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao, two people with inner Qi separated from their bodies.

"According to the previously assigned tasks, you go to guard the other three city gates. The rest is waiting for good news from Zhou Cang and the others!"

The city gate was broken down, and the young men in yellow turbans who were still a little uneasy instantly calmed down.

According to their experience, once the city gate is broken, the biggest trouble is basically over.

It didn't take long for Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao to catch a man who was richly dressed and could tell at a glance that he was well-dressed and well-fed.

Mu Yi couldn't help but sneered. How could such a person still be so pampered when they were about to starve to death?

The butt decides the stance, and Mu Yi, whose butt is completely on the side of the Yellow Turban, naturally thinks about issues and views affairs from the Yellow Turban standpoint.

"Thank you, my dear teacher, this person is the county magistrate of this city!"

"What's your name?" Mu Yi looked at the unlucky guy who was caught. He thought he would win, but he didn't expect to win so easily. He captured the county magistrate directly without using any soldiers.

He was still a little worried about the idea of ​​​​suppressing the inner energy and leaving the body, so that Binggui could behead him quickly.

But I didn't expect that such a small town couldn't even support the cloud energy. Let alone the inner energy leaving the body, I'm afraid even if the inner energy becomes a gang, it can kill people.

At the end of a decadent dynasty, indeed, such a dynasty should be overthrown.

"Yuan family in Runan, Yuan Zhan and Yuan Fengxiao!"

Yuan Zhan raised his neck, looking like he was dying heroically.

"Hey, she is still a queen from a famous family!"

Mu Yi laughed. It seemed that it was because of his strong mental power. He could easily see Yuan Zhan being strong on the outside but capable on the inside. That kind of fear could not be concealed.

Unexpectedly, in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, there were actually such literati who thought the water was too cold.

"How many households are there in this city...Forget it, I guess you won't say, kill them!" Mu Yi stretched the knife towards Yuan Zhan's neck, scaring Yuan Zhan.

"I say, I say, I say everything!"

When Yuan Zhan felt the cold sharpness on his neck, he immediately screamed and gave up.

"You guys guard the gate and don't allow anyone to come in or out. Pei Yuanshao, you take a team of troops to the arsenal and the military camp and control these places. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

"Besides, no one is allowed to enter the city without my order, do you understand?" Mu Yi turned to Pei Yuanshao and ordered.

"No!" Everyone responded in unison.

If they were hungry and crazy, they might not be able to restrain them, but now that they have filled their stomachs and have seen hope again, they will naturally not behave like wild beasts.

"Come on, my good magistrate, I think we need to have a serious talk!"

Under Yuan Zhan's guidance, Mu Yi and Zhou Cang successfully arrived at the county government office.

This is usually where he works, and it is also the center of power in the entire county.

Although the layout was elegant, quiet, and in good style, it didn't have the slightest impact on Mu Yi. In other words, after experiencing the era of information explosion, it was almost impossible for him to be amazed by the scene.

Yuan Zhan, who comes from a well-known family such as the Yuan family in Runan, even if he is just a side branch, is indeed very particular about the decoration of his room.

There are also antiques and cultural relics placed around it, and calligraphy and paintings are also hung on the walls. It does not look like a county government office, but more like a scholar's courtyard.

These things are all valuable, but they have little value in Mu Yi's eyes.

As the saying goes, antiques in prosperous times and gold in troubled times, the value of these things is not worth mentioning to the Yellow Turbans.

Although Yuan Zhan is a weakling, he is surprisingly familiar with management.

Not only the county's population, taxes, money and grain, official documents, warehouse inventory... everything is well known.

And he took the clerk to find the relevant bamboo slips and put them neatly in categories, waiting for Mu Yi to read them.

Zhou Cang stood aside and stared at him. For him, he was really powerless and helpless in this kind of thing.

He does know how to read. After all, he followed Zhang Jiao and learned some things through his eyes and ears, but that's about it.

"But... this area on Jiaozhou Bay?" Mu Yi recalled the location of Donglai Buqi, which happened to be the edge of the area that protruded in later generations.

Being close to the ocean, wouldn't it be possible to develop fisheries and salt industries?

Even if you have never practiced the operation of sea salting, you have heard about it.

However, Mu Yi's good mood was quickly broken.

"Eighteen families? There are eighteen big families in a small county?"

Mu Yi looked at the list in his hand and finally understood what the gap was.

In an era when hundreds of Yellow Turbans died of hunger, some people could enjoy a comfortable life just by lying down.

The poor have no place to stand, while the rich have vast fields.

Obviously there was no shortage of land in the Han Dynasty, but they still had to starve to death because there were too many middle class people.

"Huh~" Mu Yi took a long breath and muttered to himself.

"It doesn't matter. I, Mu Zhengping, am here and Huang Tian will be here!"

Mu Yi gave himself a word, Zhengping, righteousness, fairness.

Peasant uprisings can succeed. This is a fact witnessed by history.

And anyone who has received a complete education will be familiar with this.

He does not have the abilities of his ancestors, but he has the mature experience that his ancestors have practiced.

It is imperative to conquer the local tyrants and divide their land. Although he can rely on his faith to gain the support of the Yellow Turbans, in the end, it is the real land and welfare that will allow more people to stand behind him.

As for the suppression and discrimination from the aristocratic family, he didn't care about that. Making up an identity at this time was simply untenable.

In other words, the Yellow Turban has become his lifelong benchmark, and recruiting talents is nonsense to him.

Rather than expecting to recruit good ministers, it is better to look forward to grabbing one or two in the future, or to go to another world to find some talents who can manage.

Being able to travel through all the worlds is already the greatest foundation for establishing oneself.

Once he had established a foothold, he opened literacy classes by himself and trained his own backbone.

History has proven countless times that aristocratic families are unreliable. Even if they can be relied upon for a while, one or two generations later, they will be in their old ways again.

He is not a saint and cannot achieve great achievements in the lower reaches of history, but correspondingly, as long as those experiences are obtained now, they are enough to carry out dimensionality reduction in this era.

Because those experiences are truths that have been tested in practice. The only thing that needs to be paid attention to is how to integrate those experiences into this era.

Wang Mang is a good negative example. The top-down promotion of the Wangtian system, which is similar to the land reform, is neither thorough nor resolute. Not only does it fail to win over farmers, but it also touches the interests of landlords and aristocratic families, leading to rebellion and alienation.

As for Mu Yi, he had no support from landlords or aristocratic families at all, so he could only carry it out resolutely and gain the support of the peasants.

It just so happened that Qingzhou, a place that had been completely ruined by thieves, and the original order no longer existed, was just right for him to establish a brand new order.