The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 755 On Track
The shore is wide and the masts are thin and the waves are vague, so what is the point of thinking on the threshold alone.

Xiao Xiao is far away from the sparse forest, half of the autumn mountains bring the setting sun.

The water waves swayed slightly, the boat swayed slightly, and the poplar leaned on the railing of the ferry, staring at the mountains and forests not far away that were illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun.

The mountains are continuous and seem to be tens of thousands.

The river flows eastward, and it has not changed through the ages.

The reason why Yang Mu has never discussed his relatives with Chen Wu and others is actually because he has lost all his relatives.

His parents, his family, all died in the famine in the seventh year of Guanghe...

Ten years later, Yang Mu still remembered what happened that night. His mother secretly stuffed some food into his arms, and softly told him not to tell anyone.

At that time, he was still young, but he was just happy that there was still food at home, and he didn't think about more places.

When he woke up again, his mother didn't sit at the table busy with daily work as usual, but lay quietly on the mat with her eyes closed...

"Let's dock—"

The boatman's yell interrupted Yang Mu's thoughts.

Afterwards, the noisy human voices on the pier also merged into Yang Mu's ears at this moment.

Yang Mu raised his head to look at the pier, and before he knew it, the ferry had floated to the north bank of the Yellow River, and he had also arrived in the county of Hedong County and set foot on the boundary of Hedong County.

After stepping off the ferry, although it was dusk, there were still people coming and going on the pier here, there were ferry boats delivering supplies, passenger boats disembarking people, and fishing boats that had just returned.

It was almost dusk, but the people on the pier were still busy.

Foot steaming the rustic, burning the sky,
I tried my best to know the heat, but the summer is long.

Farmers are not the only ones who want longer days. The workers on the docks, the fishermen who fish, and the boatmen on the ferry all want longer days.

The river blows past, rolling up the khaki-colored banner above the pier.

The banners were fluttering, and under the blowing of the river wind, there was a hunting sound. There was a very eye-catching big character-"Ming" written on the khaki-colored banners.

As constant as the moon, as rising as the sun, it is bright.

Yang Mu's hand subconsciously moved up a little, and put it on the luggage on his back.

His military uniform was contained in the bag, as was his medal.

It is not suitable for traveling at night. There is still a long distance from the nearest city, so it is not suitable for traveling.

Yang Mu boarded the pier, looked around, and saw a small shop on the street of the pier.

Yang Mu didn't hesitate, he never paid much attention to the accommodation conditions.

With the sky as the quilt and the earth as the bed, there are countless days of sleeping in the open air, no matter how bad the hotel is, can it compare to Yinping Guxing?
The inn is not big, but it is kept clean. There are six low square tables in the room, and the counter of the inn is on the right side of the inn.

As soon as Yang Mu stood at the door, a young man dressed as a servant had already run over.

The young man was not afraid of strangers, but started to pick up business as soon as he came up.

"Whether the customer is staying at the hotel or eating, if they want to eat, a few fresh fish have just arrived in the store. Guests can try our river fish. I am not boasting. The fish made by my family at this ferry is much better than the others. .”

The young man stretched his neck slightly, looked out of the store, and saw that no one was passing by, so he said in a low voice.

"Several other shops are reluctant to put salt, and the fish are smaller than mine."

Yang Mu couldn't help laughing, this young man is interesting, and he is not bad at attracting customers, it seems that he should have been helping in this shop all the time.

"I was just staying at the hotel, but you said your fresh fish is so delicious, so let's have another dinner by the way."

The road was full of wind and dust, originally Yang Mu wanted to take a good rest in the residence, and just eat some dry food for dinner to fill his stomach, but his stomach was indeed hooked by the young man, so he went along with it. Should come down.

"Good Le!"

The young man showed joy, echoed, and then shouted loudly towards the back of the house.

"One guest, dinner is required!"

"I help the guests carry things, and the guests choose a place to do it at random. The seats and tables have been wiped clean."

The young man stretched out his hand to take the pot from Yang Mu, and Yang Mu didn't refuse, and chose a seat near the corner.

Then Yang Mu ordered several dishes under the introduction of the young man, perhaps because of Yang Mu's generosity, the young man seemed extremely enthusiastic.

After a while, a middle-aged man with his sleeves rolled up above his elbows and wearing a turban came out from the back of the house.

"I have neglected the honored guest, please forgive me, there are few people in the shop, the boatman just delivered the goods to the store, and was busy putting the fish into the pond, I didn't have time to welcome the honored guest, I have already sent someone to clean up the house for the honored guest, please forgive me , forgive me a lot."

Originally, Yang Mu didn't feel neglected, but the store kept apologizing, which made Yang Mu feel a little embarrassed.

"One serving of fresh fish, one serving of wild vegetable soup, one serving of bean soup, and two bowls of corn and rice."

The young man seemed to be a child of the store, and the store asked the young man to go to the back kitchen to inform the back kitchen.

"Guests, why don't you put your things in the house first, take a rest, and take some time to process the fresh fish. When the meal is ready, I will send it directly to the house."

Compared with the young man, the shop owner is naturally more considerate. He saw that Yang Mu seemed a little tired, so he suggested.

"Alright."

Yang Mu thought for a while, and he was a little tired when he stood up.

Seeing Yang Mu standing up, the shopkeeper's eyes moved slightly, but the expression on his face didn't change much.

The movements of his hands and feet were not in a hurry, he helped Yang Mu take the untied salute, and led Yang Muwang to the backyard.

The backyard is not big, but this store owner seems to have some knowledge in building houses and planning and layout. There is a small pond dug in the courtyard. The water quality in the pond is clear, and many river fish can be seen swimming in it.

I said before that I was busy putting fish into the pond, so it should be the pond here.

Yangmu has also stayed in many hotels along the road, but he has never seen such a layout.

The courtyard is not big, and the houses are not luxurious. Except for the pond, this place is actually an ordinary farmyard, except that there are seven or eight extra guest rooms.

The guest room didn't have any luxurious decorations. Apart from sleeping, there was only a straw mat and a square table, but it was clean and tidy, and didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

After the shopkeeper handed over the key of the room to Yang Mu, he left the house.

The store didn't take Yang Mu's money, and Yang Mu didn't take it seriously because he didn't care about it.

Yang Mu took a carriage from Chang'an City all the way to Hongnong County, and then took a ferry from Hongnong County to the north bank of the Yellow River. He chose a different road from Wang Qi, Zhong Hou and others.

Most of this road is on land. Although the shock absorption of the four-wheeled carriage is much better than that of the two-wheeled carriage, it is still extremely uncomfortable to sit for a long time.

"The honored guest has a good rest. As soon as the meal is ready, it will be served to the honored guest."

Before closing the door, the shopkeeper added another sentence.

After closing the door, the shopkeeper quickened his pace a little, and then hurried towards the back kitchen.

The back kitchen is already busy, his wife is washing wild vegetables, the fire in the stove has been raised, and the fish has been killed, but it has not been cleaned up.

"Has Xiaowu gone to the front of the shop?"

"Go, two more guests came to the hotel just now, Xiao Wu is going to take them to the guest room, just told me, and walked away."

"After the meal is ready, don't charge him for the meal when you send it to that person."

The wife stopped and looked at him with some surprise.

"Have you already received it?"

"You should have seen it when you passed by just now. The man looks like someone from the army."

"When you put it that way, it does seem like you came out of the army."

The wife thought for a while, and she remembered that when she came out to fetch the water, she saw that the man walked in a rigid posture, and his aura was completely different from ordinary people, as if, like a long gun.

"When you walk, you look different from ordinary people."

"I heard from businessmen who came and went before that the Yellow Turban Army is on holiday now, and it should be."

Although the Taiping Road has now been established and the Yellow Turban Army has been changed to the Ming Army, ordinary people are still accustomed to calling it the Yellow Turban Army.

"Since it's the Yellow Turban Army, they won't charge any money."

The wife nodded without objecting.

Since Taipingdao arrived in Hedong Junjun County, the local tyrants were slaughtered, those bullying slaves were all arrested and imprisoned.

Those originally many thieves and bandits have all disappeared and disappeared over the years.

After hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers appeared in the ferry, their shadows were no longer visible, and there were even fewer petty thefts.

Outside the ferry, they had previously allocated more than [-] mu of land.

The reason why their hotel was able to open was largely due to the help of the Yellow Turban Army.

Many parts of the hotel were built with the help of the Yellow Turban Army in the ferry, and they didn't need to pay a lot of taxes. The commercial tax collected was only one tax per fifteen, which can be said to be very low.

They asked before, those ordinary caravans are usually paid one out of ten, and there are even people with two out of ten and three out of ten.

It is said that the manager of the largest inn in the ferry is a big businessman. It is said that there are several caravans under it. A carriage and horse shop in the ferry is also under his name. It seems that they have to pay [-]% of the commercial tax.

It seems that the Yellow Turban Army will help with family units, small hotels, and some small workshops, and provide discounts, and there are even loans that do not require interest.

But when they opened their shop, they dared not borrow money. Although Taipingdao is now in power, they are still afraid of borrowing. They say that the low interest rate will come later, and the interest rate will still make people afraid. They cannot read, so they can only press their fingerprints. I didn't know if it was true that there was no interest. I just thought that there was probably no pie in the sky, so I didn't apply.

……

"Xiaomu...someone is distributing rice in the city...I'll take you there..."

In a daze, a person grabbed Yang Mu's shoulder, and Yang Mu felt that the person seemed to be carrying him on his back. Yang Mu wanted to struggle, but found that he had no strength, and even his hands were hard to move. lift up.

The man's face was blurry, but he felt very familiar, his back was very warm, very warm...

The person carrying him didn't seem to have much strength, but even though he was staggering, the person still firmly led him forward step by step.

I don't know how long he walked, but Yang Mu's consciousness was drowsy and muddled.

"It's here... It's here..."

The man's voice came again, and Yang Mu raised his head with difficulty. In front of him, there was actually a mountain of grain piled up on the ground, which was bigger than everyone's size. Bag after bag of grain was poured into the into a large tank.

The faces of those people were very familiar, especially one of the generals who was wearing iron armor and a blue scarf on his head, but when he tried to take a closer look, the faces of those people became blurred again.

After receiving the food, the uncle who was behind his back cooked porridge for him. After drinking it, his body regained strength, but he also became drowsy, and the scene in front of him became more blurred.

"kill!"

Shouting and killing.

The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.

Yang Mu regained his consciousness, and the scene in front of him changed again.

Now he is no longer in the original house, but in a settlement that is burning with fire.

Crying, shouting, screaming, and the sound of swords piercing flesh all came together in his ears.

A woman holding a child was slammed to the ground, a farmer who wanted to resist was slashed to the ground, and someone who begged bitterly received a sword, ax and axe in the end.

Yang Mu raised his head and looked towards the center of the settlement. There was a man standing there, wearing iron armor and a blue scarf on his head. It was the general who used to distribute food and rice to them in the city...

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside and entered Yang Mu's mind.

Everything in front of him disappeared in an instant, and Yang Mu sat up suddenly.

He returned to the hotel again, everything just now was just in his dream...

The doors and windows seemed to be covered with a layer of gold. It was still dark, and he didn't sleep for long.

Everything that happened just now was just a dream, but it wasn't all just a dream.

The things in those dreams are all his personal experiences.

In order to have a full mouthful of food, he followed the troops who opened warehouses to release food.

He was recruited by the general wearing a blue scarf as a personal soldier. Their leader was Yang Feng. The general's name was Yang En, and he was Yang Feng's younger brother.

Later, the county soldiers were in a hurry to besiege them, they escaped from the county seat and headed towards the Black Mountain, and Yang Mu also followed Yang En all the way into the Black Mountain.

only…

After escaping into Montenegro, everything has changed...

They gradually forgot their original oath of rebellion, and they changed from being oppressed to bandits oppressing others.

Yang Mu looked at the package not far away, where his medal was placed.

Going around.

He's finally back on track again...

(End of this chapter)