The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 82 Han Lu?

Armor gives birth to lice, and thousands of surnames die.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles.

Life and people are left with one hundred, and the thought of it will break the human gut.

"Why bother?" Zhang He couldn't help sneering when he saw Xu An walking into the prison alone. "Or, do you want to avenge the blood and hatred for your mentor with your own hands?"

Xu An walked into the prison and sat directly in front of Zhang He. Zhang He was tied up by five flowers at this time, and there were two chains attached to the wall, so it was impossible to cause any harm to him.

"I heard that you were a military officer in the Han army when you fought in Quyang."

"Isn't it a miracle that the general Ren Gong who captured Taiping Road? Why was he just promoted to the commander of the army?"

Zhang He's pupils shrank slightly, and it was almost known that the emperor favored the ten permanent servants, and he even sold officials and titles. Although he captured Zhang Liang, it was obviously a great achievement, but he was only promoted to the commander of the army.

The reason is that there is no extra money to bribe the eunuch, and his credit was almost taken away. If it wasn't for Huangfu Song's reasoning, I'm afraid that the credit would not have his share.

And those generals who have no military exploits can rise steadily, which is simply ridiculous.

Zhang He couldn't help frowning, this matter weighed on his heart, and it really made him hard to let go.

Xu An looked at Zhang He's face and continued, "In the seven years of Guanghe, there was a severe drought in the world. No grains were collected, but taxes were not reduced."

Xu An stood up, looked down at Zhang He who was sitting on the ground, walked to the side, and said slowly: "I am waiting for the common people to suffer through hardships, the officials are corrupt and bullying me, and I am living in poverty, but I have to bear countless burdens. Taxes, can General Zhang see the corpses on the official road?"

Speaking of the severe drought, Xu An only felt that there was a layer of fog in front of him, a scene like the hell of Avici, which was deeply engraved in his mind.

Hungry and dying on the road, the bones are in the wild, and the official roads are full of scrawny corpses. It is a purgatory on earth.

Xu An took a deep breath, sat back on the ground, and asked Zhang He word by word.

"Dare to ask General Zhang, what's wrong with me waiting for the promotion of Xiaomin but begging for a lifetime?"

Zhang He trembled suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Xu An in front of him, his Adam's apple rolled several times, but he didn't say anything. It seems to overlap with Zhang Liang.

Xu An stared into Zhang He's eyes, his tone involuntarily increased a bit, and he continued to speak.

"Have you ever thought about it? There are still more than a dozen 'Jingguans' in Xiaquyang and Guangzong. Why do people dare to rise up, and even swept the entire Jizhou, and dared to risk the world's greatness and the serious crime of linking the nine clans? To rebel?"

Zhang He lowered his head and closed his eyes, but his body was still trembling.

"Eat Han Lu alive, die as Han Chen..."

"Han Lu!?" Xu An stood up abruptly, "What is Han Lu? Is this world's corn planted by the Son of Heaven?"

"Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, day by day, month by month, year by year, countless small people who rise up and work in the countryside all day long, have the Han Lu in your mouth."

"But that's it, I don't know how much tax I have to pay in a year. I'm waiting to grow thousands of corn, but I only want one meal to survive, but the wine and meat of Zhumen are stinky, and the road is starving to death."

Xu An glared at Zhang He and asked loudly, "When those officials ran rampant in the countryside and robbed a family of the last rations, did you Han ministers ever feel a little soft-hearted?"

"Don't tell me I'm not worthy to live in this world when I wait for the promotion of Xiaomin?"

Zhang He was silent, because he really didn't know how to speak.

"The imperial court said that I will use demon words to deceive people's hearts, gather robbers, and bring disaster to Shenzhou..."

"Do you know that countless hungry people starved to death on the way to escape the famine, they starved to death on the side of the road, and when they starved to death at home, there were countless corn and dried meat in the government warehouse!"

"Is this the Han Lu in your mouth?"

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"When you have enough food and clothing, you think this world is like this? It's ridiculous!"

Zhang Liang's words before his death echoed in Zhang He's ears again.

Zhang He let out a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, stared at Xu An in front of him and asked, "Why are you telling me this? There are countless yellow scarves that died in my hands..."

"I just want to know, what are you guys thinking..."

Zhang He closed his eyes again, with thousands of thoughts entangled in his heart.

The years of military service in the army, General Huangfu's high regard for him, the seven-year drought in Guanghe and the battle in Xia Quyang, the humiliation of military exploits, and the ridicule of angels, all haunted him together.

Armor gives birth to lice, and thousands of surnames die.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles.

Life and people are left with one hundred, and the thought of it will break the human gut.

Xu An turned to leave, the candle flickered, leaving only an elongated shadow.

"The imperial court calls me a 'moth thief' and an 'ant thief', but we just want to eat a full meal..."

(Originally, I didn’t want to say anything off-topic in the text, but I really had no choice. There have always been book friends who said that if they didn’t kill Zhang He, the book would collapse. Zhang He would be temporarily imprisoned for a period of time, and then executed.)
(Zhang He will die, but not now. The novel does not have only one chapter, two chapters, and many more chapters.)
(End of this chapter)