Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 11 Bleach II

The lobby of the county government office was quiet.

"Are we going to die?"

"These are the Yellow Turban rebels, how vicious they are, since they slaughtered all our soldiers, how can they let us survive in the county they occupied!"

"I'm afraid we will definitely die this time!"

All the officials in Wuyin were in a state of anxiety, and they could see each other's worries when they looked at each other. After all, it was not ordinary rebels who occupied the county this time, but the Yellow Turban rebels. It means rebel thieves, people even dare to rebel, it is normal to kill a few of you.

"Before, I persuaded the county lord not to go out of the city to suppress thieves. How dangerous it is to go out of the city, the county lord just doesn't stop!"

"Hey, if only he was willing to listen to Mr. Li's advice!"

"This Chen Feng county lieutenant is usually fierce and vicious, but when it comes to battle, he is too useless. He led more than 1000 elite county soldiers to suppress the bandits, but he will be wiped out in the hands of hundreds of traitors all year round. Shameful, hateful!"

"Forget it, let's not talk so much, those thieves will not spare our lives because of this!"

At this time, apart from being greedy for life and fear of death, these county government officials were more concerned about complaining, who they blamed, and naturally complaining about the county magistrate Cai Tu. They believed that Cai Tu's eagerness for quick success caused all this.

"It seems that I, Cai Mengting, will die today!" Listening to their whispers, Cai Tu felt cold all over his body, and his heart felt ashamed.

He looks like a middle-aged man, but he is actually an old man. He is only in his early 30s this year. Although he is a child of a family, from a big family such as the Cai family in Jingzhou, as a bastard, his status in the family is higher than that of others. Ordinary people are not as good, so he studies hard, gets up to read every morning before dawn, and reads by the moonlight at night, regardless of the wind and rain. In his official career, he became a county magistrate. To be honest, he didn't want to die in his heart.

But he is a scholar after all, and he has a trace of Confucianism in his heart. He can die, but he can't beg for mercy from a rebel, so he won't choose to ask for help, he would rather ask for his name than his life.

"After ten years of hard study, I finally became an official. I want to serve the court and benefit the common people. Am I going to die here today?"

Master Li Yan is very young, he was very calm just now, but now he has to admit that he is a little scared, afraid that Mu Shan will kill him with a knife, and he will die. As a young man who has just reached the crown, he still has a bright future , he believes that his talent and learning can become a pillar, but the way of the world is like this, smart people can't beat their fate, maybe he will die before he can succeed in his career.

"Magistrate Cai!"

At this time, a burly young man with a yellow scarf came in from outside. He looked at Cai Tu indifferently, and said, "Our head has an invitation. He wants to talk to you alone!"

"Is Mu Yuanzhong going to kill me himself?"

Hearing this, Cai Tu stood up and mentioned the majesty of the county magistrate. Naturally, he can't be overwhelmed by a small yellow scarf rebel. Even if he dies, he will die with a bit of character.

"Please!" The yellow-turban youth stretched out his hand straight forward, expressionless.

"Then let me see what kind of tricks Mu Yuanzhong wants to play!"

Cai Tu knew he was going to die, so he didn't fear anymore, and stepped forward boldly.

"If Mu Shan wants to kill someone, why bother? Is there any turning point in this?" Director Li Yan looked at Cai Tu's back with his eyes, twitched his fingers habitually, and said to himself.

In the entire county government mansion, every courtyard has been surrounded, three steps for one post, five steps for one point, and more than 100 yellow scarf youths have been fully martial law.

Cai Tu followed the yellow-turban young man, turned around two long corridors, and walked to a side hall in the backyard. He was familiar with this side hall. He used it as a study room on weekdays, and all the decorations inside were done by him personally. arranged.

"Magistrate Cai, go in!"

The burly yellow-turban youth gave a direct push, and Cai Tu stumbled into the familiar house.

After he walked in, he looked up, but he didn't see Mu Shan in the house, he just saw a young man.

This young man in commoner clothes looks a bit tall, but with a handsome face, about twelve or thirteen years old, with his hair tied up with a cloth towel, kneeling on a bamboo mat, warming wine on the stove with both hands, in a very elegant way.

"Lord County Magistrate, this is your place, you don't need me to invite you to sit down!" Mu Jing squinted at Cai Tu with a pair of shiny dark jade eyes, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The sitting posture of the Han Dynasty is basically kneeling, and kneeling is uncomfortable, and his feet are a little numb, but he knows that he must be familiar with the rituals of kneeling in this era. You're about to put on the courtesy.

"Who are you?"

Cai Tu took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked in a cold voice.

He asked knowingly.

When Mu Jing walked into the lobby before, everyone called Mu Shan his father, so he naturally knew that this should be Mu Shan's son.

"I'm sorry!"

Mu Jing smiled brightly with a childish and delicate face: "Then I will introduce myself in front of the county magistrate first. My surname is Mu, my name is Jing, and my name is Longtu. Son of Mushan!"

Mujing is the name of this body and must be used, while Mulongtu is his soul, representing his true self, and he is unwilling to give up.

So the most suitable one is Mujing, word Longtu.

In this era, characters are a sign of a scholar.

"Picture of Shepherd Dragon?"

Cai Tu felt that he couldn't lose face in front of a young man, so he knelt down safely, and sneered ironically: "The crown is crowned after bathing the monkey, and the thief is rough. How can you be a person who reads? The word is the gift of crowning. You are only twelve or thirteen years old, but you are an adult, I don't know what it means!"

"No!"

Mu Jing has also read the history of the Han Dynasty, and he knows that in this era, Confucianism is the only way to be respected, and Confucian etiquette is deeply rooted in the hearts of scholars. The elders start writing, and a person's writing represents expectations, and when a scholar has writing, it means that he has grown up and can start his official career.

However, as a gifted businessman, Mujing is good at eloquent debates, so this matter naturally does not bother him. He said in a deep voice: "The county magistrate does not know something. Although I have never won the championship, but the teacher passed away a few years ago. Before he passed away, he was worried about me all the time, so he drew the word Long Tu for me, this is a gift from the teacher, how can I abandon it!"

He was going to use dragon pictures and characters as characters, so naturally he had to have a set of explanations.

Words cannot be written by oneself.

It must be given by the elders.

So he is going to push all this on Zhang Mancheng. Everyone in Mushroom Mountain knows that Mu Shan has followed Zhang Mancheng for ten years, and has been worshiping under him since Zhang Mancheng was a Taiping Taoist, and Mu Shan's son Mu Jing was young. During the period, Zhang Mancheng was favored by Zhang Mancheng, who taught and read. Zhang Mancheng can be regarded as Mujing’s first teacher. It is reasonable for him to write for Mujing. In addition, he is already a dead person, so it will be up to Mujing himself to say what to say. Yes, don't be afraid to wear clothes.

"You have read books, and your words are quite Confucian. It is said that dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. I did not expect that such a rough person in Muyuan would have such a son. This officer is a little impressed!"

Cai Tu had to admit that there was an air of a scholar in Mu Jing's speech, and people who had read books and those who hadn't had different speaking styles, and he naturally wouldn't feel wrong about this.

Mu Jing is naturally a scholar. In his previous life, he had a Ph.D. degree from the Chinese Department of Shanghai Fudan University, but later chose to do business. If measured by the standard of a scholar, even in this era, he is definitely a scholar among scholars.

"Boy, thank you magistrate for your praise!"

The corners of Mujing's mouth were slightly raised, and a confident expression appeared on his face. His spirit was high. He stretched out his hand, holding a piece of cloth, grabbed the hot wine pot on the stove, and then put it in the wine cup in front of Cai Tu. Poured a glass of warm wine: "It's freezing cold, and I was quite frightened by my father's sword before adding the county magistrate. Drink a glass of wine first, calm down the shock, and drive away the cold!"

(End of this chapter)