Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 13 Bleach IV

The backyard of the county government office, Piandian Shuge.

In this elegant book pavilion, a stove is burning next to it. The charcoal in the stove is burning red, light smoke curls up, and puffs of heat steam out, dispelling the chill in the wing room, making the people in the wing room feel quite for warmth.

When Cai Tu heard what Mujing said, he was not polite. He raised the wine cup and took a sip of the warm wine. The hot liquid entered his throat and stretched his limbs. I feel refreshed a lot.

Then he raised his head slowly, and glanced at the young man sitting opposite him with a rather strange gaze.

This tall but handsome young man was only wearing a simple cloth with a few patches between the cloth, but it was very neat and tidy. The temperament of a teenager.

"Young Master Mu, now I am a prisoner of your rank, and life and death are in your hands. It is normal for Mu Yuan to kill me with a knife. However, Young Master Mu is like this. Treat me kindly, do you have something to ask for?"

He decided to test Mujing's intentions first.

He is not a fool. The Cai family in Jingzhou is a family that has been established for hundreds of years. It has many branches and concierges, and has cultivated countless children, many of whom are talented. His own survival wisdom.

Before, he was only intimidated by the sudden danger and threat of death, and he was somewhat unable to recover, but now he has gradually calmed down.

He thought for a while, if Mu Shan wanted to kill him, there was no need to go to such trouble.

Since they didn't want to kill him, Mu Shan and the others must want to get something from him.

Of course he wanted to survive.

But he also has his own bottom line, which cannot be crossed, so when he faced the young Mu Jing, he also began to be extremely cautious.

"The county magistrate is really shrewd!"

Mu Jing looked at the wine in his wine cup. Most of the wine in this era is grain wine, which is not high in strength, not strong, and has a strange taste. He doesn't like it very much, but for warmth Body, he still took a sip, and then said: "Actually, my father and the county magistrate have no personal enmity. Back then, the Yellow Turban Uprising swept the world, and the Battle of Wuyin was our own master. When we fight on the battlefield, life and death are life and death. It is no wonder the county magistrate was defeated, and today we ambushed the county magistrate with a strategy. In fact, we had no choice. , There is a shortage of food, the cold winter months, countless people died of freezing and starvation, in order to survive, I can only take this risk, please forgive me if I offend you!"

His purpose is to negotiate with Cai Tu. The so-called negotiation means that the two sides talk and then make a judgment.

Mujing, a talented businessman, is still very good at negotiating skills.

When it's time to be aggressive, you have to be strong.

But when it is time to show weakness, you must not be strong.

For his current start, he must gain Cai Tu's sympathy before he can continue the discussion. Otherwise, it will be difficult to talk about Beng. The price of talking about Beng will be Cai Tu's death, and they will continue to go into exile. They can't afford it the price.

"Does the county magistrate know what the more than 1000 old, weak, women and children on our mountain eat every day?"

"In the beginning, it was wild fruits and vegetables, but later even the wild vegetables and fruits on the mountain were all picked, and we could only eat the bark!"

"Later, even the bark was eaten!"

"We began to starve to death. Every day, people would freeze to death, starve to death, we had no quilt, shivering in the cold, old people, young children, their bodies could not bear the cold at all, under the hunger and cold, many people died !"

"..."

Mu Jing was in a period of voice change, his voice was crisp and clear with a hint of hoarseness, echoing constantly in the elegant bookstore.

Cai Tu's eyes were slightly red.

He had to admit that his heart was throbbing, and he was not a cold-blooded animal. In such a scene, he was naturally somewhat sad. This sadness was revealed inadvertently. As the county magistrate of Wuyin, he is Bing, Mushan is a thief, and his position does not allow him to waver, so he quickly became ruthless.

"Gentlemen don't steal, and sages don't steal. They follow thieves, and they should be rebels. They are not tolerated by the court, and they are not for the people of the big man. It is God's will to have such a fate!" Cai Tu said with a straight face. He said coldly: "The Yellow Turban rebels are a disaster for the court. Even if you are lucky enough to survive the punishment of God, we will send troops to wipe them out and keep one side peaceful. If you had kept yourselves in the past, how could you have suffered today's disaster? You are all to blame That's all!"

"I have a question to ask the magistrate, may I?" Mu Jing narrowed his eyes.

"Please!"

"Yellow Turban Rebels, where did they come from?"

"Zhang Jiao is rebellious, and if you follow him, you will have the bandits of the Yellow Turban. The Yellow Turban crosses the border, just like locusts, no grass can grow, and they take the people into soldiers. The crime is heinous!"

"wrong!"

Mu Jing said coldly: "Back then, the Yellow Turban Army was a million miles away, so how could they gather just because of one Zhang Jiao? Although Zhang Jiao's tongue is fickle, this is not the reason why my father believed him, but because he complied." The general trend, the general trend is the imperial court today, just like Tyrant Qin!"

"Bastard!"

Cai Tu was furious: "How can the current imperial court use the name of tyranny against Qin? You are too presumptuous, and should punish the nine clans!"

The Great Han Dynasty gained a foothold in the world only after overthrowing the Tyrant Qin Dynasty.

This is righteousness.

If the Han Dynasty is regarded as a tyrant to the Qin Dynasty, that is the righteousness of the Yellow Turban Army. This is something that the court will never allow, and it is something that he, a Confucian disciple, will not implement.

"The nine clans of the Mu clan, now only my father and I are left!" Mu Jing calmly said, "The head of the Xi'e Mujia Village should be killed, and you officials should be killed. If the officials force the people to rebel, why don't my father rebel against the court Almost!"

Cai Tu suffocated slightly when he heard this.

He had heard about this incident once. The riot in Xi'e City was because the magistrate of Xi'e County recruited young and strong men to build official roads. He killed a hundred people and slaughtered many villages. The rebels flooded in, and all the officials of the county government were massacred. Later, the county guard sent troops to quell the rebellion.

There seems to be a shepherd's village among them.

It turns out that Mu Shan, the number one general of the Yellow Turban in Nanyang, was turned against by the imperial court. It's sad!
Mu Jing continued: "In today's imperial court, the government is chaotic, the ruler is incompetent, trustworthy and treacherous, heavy donations and heavy taxes, and the people are in dire straits. My father was just an ordinary hunter back then, working from sunrise to sunset. We have also thought about it On a peaceful and quiet day, I don’t want to fight on the battlefield, but since I can’t survive, it’s possible that I have to sit and wait for death. Only by waiting for the wrong way can I survive. It’s not my talent to gather troops, it’s just the court’s incompetence... "

"Dragon Herding Picture!"

Cai Tu suddenly let out a low shout, interrupting Mu Jing's voice, and said coldly, "What do you mean by saying so much?"

He didn't dare to listen anymore.

As a scholar, one can only be good at governance if one understands the truth, but there are some truths that one cannot understand, nor dare to understand, because once one understands, one will embark on a different path.

"Master County Magistrate, since you asked this question, I will tell you!"

Mujing's face was stern, his eyes were cold, and his voice was firm: "I want to survive, and I want everyone in Mushroom Mountain to live in peace and security!"

"You want to surrender?" Cai Tu's eyes burst out with a gleam of brilliance.

"If we surrender, I don't know if the county magistrate would dare to accept us?" Mu Jing sneered: "Or, the prefect Zhang Zi will tolerate us, I am afraid that if we surrender today, tomorrow we will be in chains, and the disaster of swords and soldiers ?”

"Since you already know, why bother!"

Cai Tu let out a long sigh, the imperial court couldn't tolerate the Yellow Turban Thieves, this is the bottom line.

"So I thought of another way!"

Mu Jing cupped his hands and said: "For our survival, and for the magistrate to continue to be the county magistrate in peace, I hope that the magistrate will join us in making a big show, for the world to see!"

"Let's hear it!" Cai Tu squinted his eyes, looked at Mu Jing's face, and said with a move in his heart.

He understood that if Mushan and the others couldn't survive, he probably wouldn't survive either.

He, too, wanted a solution that got the best of both worlds.

"This battle has already begun, and I can't hide it anymore. Why don't I write a memorial for my lord, and write like this: The people come to report, there are bandits and yellow scarves on Mushroom Mountain, and the magistrate sent troops to suppress the bandits for the sake of peace. , wiped out three hundred young men, drove away more than a thousand rebels, and returned victorious. However, Chen Feng, the county captain, was beheaded by the rebel Mushan, but the big rebel Mushan was also killed by the Wuyin righteous man. Since then, Nanyang has suffered greatly from Mushan. After being exterminated, everyone is happy, and my lord will play, recruit this Wuyin righteous man as a county lieutenant, lead the Wuyin county soldiers, and keep the peace!"

Mu Jing said slowly: "From now on, I guarantee that there will be no more Yellow Turban bandits on Mushroom Mountain in Nanyang County, cholera counties!"

As long as the Yellow Turban Army is turned into Wuyin County soldiers, they can settle down in Wuyin.

This is the only way for them to survive.

"Since suppressing the bandits is sure to yield results, why are there three hundred corpses?"

Cai Tu understood that Mujing was going to steal the sky for another day. He had to admire Mujing. He could come up with such a solution, which was also the best way. Mushan died, and he made meritorious service, but there are some things that he needs to ask clearly. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is it a crime to kill a good man?"

"No need!" Mu Jing said with a smile: "There are three hundred corpses outside the city!"

"County soldiers?" Cai Tu's eyes were red.

"Besides, the magistrate has other methods. Maybe the magistrate wants us to send troops to kill [-] bandits?" Mu Jing bit the word "bandits" as if pointing.

"unnecessary!"

Cai Tu asked coldly, "Wuyin righteous man, who is he?"

"Surname Zhang, first name Chuan, in characters!"

Mu Jing and Mu Shan had discussed that if they wanted to settle down Mushroom Mountain, they would have to change their appearance. Mu Shan, a well-known bandit thousands of miles away, had to disappear for a while, at least before the Hanling Emperor passed away. It cannot appear, because as long as Emperor Han Ling is still alive, the imperial court will not be able to tolerate Yellow Turban rebels like Mushan, and surrender will not work.

"Mu Yuanzhong!"

Cai Tu heard this, and said coldly: "He is a famous person in Nanyang. He attacked Wancheng back then, broke through the city with three hammers, and has an outstanding demeanor. Countless people have seen him. If he meets the prefect, he will definitely be recognized. At that time, we will all be in trouble, how can we do it!"

(End of this chapter)