New Story of Lv Bu

Too many things happened on the seventh day of April. After experiencing untold hardships and hundreds of twists and turns, the Han army finally achieved a great victory. They beheaded 28,000 and captured 109,000 enemies. They were all young and strong. . Although the yellow turban generous Qu Shuai Bocai and Peng Tuo escaped, they were chased by the Beiwei Army and the Tabai Army. Sooner or later, they would be killed and captured alive.

Not far away, the soldiers of the Han sergeants were drinking and singing. The laughter, cheers, and slang tunes of Bingzhou were mixed with the song, spreading across the grassland tens of miles away. With two big red tents as the center, more than 40,000 Han troops were drinking and celebrating the victory. One hundred and nine thousand yellow turban captives also distributed enough food and water to make them cook by themselves.

Dinner is wheat rice, beans, pickled vegetables, meat sauce, and some fresh green vegetables. This kind of meal is much better than that of the Yellow Turban Army. In the Taiping Road, the members of the family are all members of the community. There are millions of teachers in Yingchuan, Chen Guo, and Runan counties. There is always a shortage of food. It is good to have two rice **** for each meal.

Unexpectedly, being a prisoner, the food is so good and full. Zhao Sier and Erwazi diligently helped Liu Bo wash the dishes, chopsticks, pots and stoves, and carefully cooled the leftover rice into rice balls. The reorganization of the Yellow Turban captives has been completed, Liu Bo has become a tutor, and Zhao Sier and Erwazi have become Dubo. These are all temporary duties, with a false character added in front. But the three of them were very happy. After all, it was the first time to be such a big official.

After finishing cleaning up, feeling the full belly, everyone was not sleepy, sitting around the bonfire, quietly listening to the Han army singing and drinking. "Tutorial, there are no guard posts around, the Han army is not afraid that we will run away?" a vigorous young man asked. These more than a hundred people are from Yingchuan County, most of whom are from Yangdi, who are very familiar with the young and strong, and this sentence also represents what everyone means.

"Change you, can't you run?" Uncle Liu sat there, like a mountain. "The fool just ran! What did you run back to do? It's not that you can't live, what else can you do except redo the yellow scarf? Or be captured or beheaded. If there is another way, who will do this head-cutting job? Why not go to Xianbei to try, somehow there is land to grow." "Right!" Liu Bo nodded heavily: "I thought about it, everyone thinks so. If I'm Da Sima, I hope you can run away and save. How much land is it."

"Can you really give us land? Isn't it a lie?" The common people care about land most. As soon as they heard Uncle Liu's words, everyone immediately became energetic. "It should be true." A man in his forties said. "Seven years ago, in the 6th year of Xiping, Xianbei became a bandit, and more than 100,000 refugees fled to Wuyuan County. At that time, Lu Bu had just taken office as the prefect of Wuyuan."

"The county is poor and white, and there is nothing. At that time, he praised Haikou and said that he wanted to distribute land to the victims. The officialdom of Bingzhou all scoffed and waited to see the jokes. He didn't expect that in only five or six years, the land was really divided. The family was four and five. Ten mu." "Really? According to what? The number is still strong?" Someone asked immediately.

"Where is it so easy? When you were in Wuyuan County, the land was blown by strong winds?" The strong black man shook his head. "One of my fellow villagers was a disaster victim at the time. When he returned to his hometown last year, he was already a wealthy and wealthy household. There are many detailed rules for obtaining land. In short, you rent cattle, seeds, farm tools, and land from the government, and then use the harvest to repay it year by year."

"How much is the tax? Is labor heavy?" These two questions are of the greatest concern to everyone. If taxes are collected heavily and there is more labor, then it is better to go back to be a yellow towel! "My fellow said that tax, plus the money paid back to the government, is equivalent to 50% of the harvest in the first three years. After paying back the government money, it is much easier, almost 20 to 30%. Go and pay the money. Even if it is for labor service, there are only 20 days a year, and most of them are repairing river channels nearby."

"Even so few? The big tenant in the village, the renter received 70%, and everyone praised her for receiving less." The rent in this dynasty is generally between 70% and 80% of the harvest, which is still right for the land. Xiaomin, if he is a slave, he is almost like a slave. As a result, people's grievances are boiling, and people's upheavals have been repeated, and the land problem has long been a chronic disease of the big man, and it will not be cured for a long time.

"Hey!" Uncle Liu sighed. "The land rent in this dynasty was still taxed at 15% at the time of Emperor Guangwu. When Emperor Heng began, the aristocratic family had increased to 30% to 40%. Just after his majesty succeeded to the throne, it increased to 50% to 60%, and now it has reached 70% to 80%. I can't live anymore. I can't live, and I don't want to starve to death, so I have to participate in the Yellow Turban."

"The victims are victims, but we are rebellious, and the state army will certainly not treat them generally, right?" Someone asked again. The strong black man nodded: "That's for sure. If you don't behead your head, it's already a great grace, and you can't be unsatisfied. I think it's 10% higher than the tax on the victims, so that's it."

If it is 10%, that is 60%. If Zhongtian is good at serving, he can produce two hundred and forty fifty catties per acre of land. A family of four rents 50 acres of land, and excluding food, clothing, and chewing, one or two thousand catties of grain are left in a year. Once the most difficult three years have passed, a big house can be built, and some pigs, cattle, dogs, chickens, ducks, geese and fish can be added.

When the farm is busy, the sunrise and the sunset will return. When the farm is slack, the river canal and the thatched house are repaired. Everyone was silent, thinking in their hearts, how much land to rent, how many farm tools and seeds, how many poultry to raise?????? The yearning for a happy life began to suppress the hatred in their hearts.

This night, they did not sleep well, and many people tossed and turned until dawn.

This night, there were many people who didn't sleep well, not only the Yellow Turban prisoners, but many people also had various troubles.

The night was fading, the warm wind was blowing slowly, and the bright moonlight shone on the ground, covering the dark woods with a mottled coat. The Han army has all fallen asleep, snoring one after another, they slept very deep and deep, anyway, today has passed, and I don't know what they will encounter tomorrow.

The sentinels were struggling and opened their eyes. As long as they persisted for half an hour, they could have a good night's sleep. Teams of patrol guards walked across the ground, the rustling of the armor and the sound of questioning and answering orders, adding a little commotion to the quiet night. Occasionally a bird call or two sounded in the wilderness, and fell into silence for a moment.

In the new house by the big red tent, the black-faced old man held Cao Jie's white and delicate carcass tightly, and gently stroked her face and hair. His face was full of sweat, and the firm tendons were glistening with oil. "Dare to love this marriage is more tiring than fighting, and it consumes more energy than fighting three big battles."

The black-faced old man lay on the couch with his face full of contentment. "Huh?" Cao Jie yawned lazily, opened her eyes angrily, and reached out to tear the black-faced old man's mouth. The black-faced old man stretched out his hand to pretend to resist. The two of them fought with swords for several rounds. The black-faced old man pretended to be defeated, and Cao Jie finally got his wish and tore the black-faced old man's mouth.

The black-faced old man stretched out his two strong arms and hugged Cao Jie tightly in his arms. Another big battle began??????

In the big tent four to five hundred steps away from the new house, Cao Cao didn't sleep well either. He lay on the bed tossing and turning, but he was not half sleepy. Everything about the Union State Army made him feel fresh. From soldiers to generals, everyone has many unique things. Well-equipped armor, sharp swords, courageous and tenacious fighting style, and the spirit of seeing death as home??????

Cao Cao's eyes directly saw the nature of this army from these superficial phenomena, that is, they have no worries! After a victory, the evaluation of merits is very transparent. After a big battle, every soldier can estimate his merits to be inseparable. Even if you lose the battle and die, it doesn't matter, and the state army will properly arrange your funerals. The black-faced veteran is a role model!

An army that has no worries, all its remaining thoughts are to fight, and fight as if it's dead without going forward! Coupled with the large Sima Lubu's untold investment in military equipment and supplies, the Union State Army was armed to the teeth. Even the Beijing army, the five schools directly under the emperor's command, the armor and weapons, and even the meals, are far inferior to the Bingzhou army.

With such equipment and invincible fighting will, the Hezhou Army is already invincible in the world!

Cao Cao closed his eyes and slumbered, thinking constantly in his heart, once he had a place, how to build such an iron army. He had already seen through the current court situation. The Han court was already a century-old house full of wind on all sides, and it was just the last fire. When Lin Yuan admires fish, it is better to retreat and build a net. Cao Mengde is not a stickler.

First, the cavalry, and then the military armor, but these all cost money. It costs a lot of money. It seems that you have to talk to the old man. The old man's vision is not bad, and he is also great-minded. As long as he understands the truth with him, he must be willing to pay, and if he has money, he can do a lot of work.

In this way, Cao Cao opened his eyes until dawn and didn't fall asleep for a moment.

Also on the seventh day of April, Zhaoling City, the seven thousand Han soldiers who had traveled for a long time finally slept peacefully. Their military discipline is excellent. They didn't seize civilian houses without authorization. Instead, they set up large cowhide tents on the school grounds in front of the county government and fell asleep soundly. Some soldiers were eager to be cool, so they laid a reed mat on the school court and slept with their backs naked.

Although Zhao Qian is wrong, he has a good habit, that is, he has always shared joys and sorrows with the soldiers. He took off his armor, shook the puff fan shirtless, and laid a reed mat on the ground, and fell asleep like an old man. Master Jun is sleeping on the ground, who would dare to lie high in the county office if he didn't open his eyes?

As a result, the seven thousand Han army, except for the sentries, almost all slept on the school grounds in front of the county government.