Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 20 The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand

In the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, politics was dark and people's livelihood was in decline.

In the imperial court, eunuchs and their relatives cheated each other and took turns to mess up the government; in the local area, powerful landlords and separatist warlords committed crimes, and there were successive years of famines, resulting in human tragedies of "death to each other" and "people to eat each other".

It's not that Zhang Zicheng didn't know about these things before, but all of this is just a background, used to set off the heroes in troubled times, the grandeur, and the military strategy.

Until now, the historical features that can never be truly presented in film and television dramas, without any cover, rush towards themselves.

Zhang Zicheng didn't even dare to look directly at the people who were tortured to the point of inhuman form by the disease and hunger. It was a crueler and more terrifying scene than bloody corpses.

Because the pain and suffering contained in it are far beyond the comparison of the flesh and blood.

The depressed mood finally dissipated the original comfort in Zhang Zicheng's heart.

He looked at the screen seriously, watching Zhang Jiao open an altar to offer sacrifices after treating the villagers, and expel the disease in the well.

Seeing that Zhang Jiao left behind two members of the Taiping Sect to take care of the old and the young in the village, he ignored the persuasion and went non-stop to the next disaster-stricken village.

This kind of disaster, even if the imperial court allocates funds to send people, it will not be resolved in a short time, let alone two Taiping believers who are actually from poor families?It is helpless to keep them. At most, they will help take care of the hungry people in the village, and then see if they can help plant some fields at the end of spring planting.

Zhang Zicheng was thinking.

This Three Kingdoms world is different from the last one, and it gave him a strong sense of identity, making it impossible to treat it as a random game.

Coupled with the fragility of low-dimensional people, if you want to help low-dimensional people, walking on eggshells is a kind of contempt, just like riding a bicycle on shredded tofu.

Fortunately, at least he now knows that he can reduce the dimensionality of the game characters.

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Halfway through the journey, Zhang Jiao's complexion suddenly darkened, and he coughed anxiously. He opened his hand and saw that his palm was full of blood.

Seeing this, a person behind him lost his composure and said, "Great virtuous teacher! You!"

Zhang Jiao waved his hands casually and said, "Zhang Bao, don't panic, it's just that the epidemic has backfired, and it's not like it hasn't happened in the past."

But Zhang Bao couldn't help but took a step forward, and said in an excited tone: "But you have never used spells so frequently before! I am not asking you to stop, but you only need to cultivate carefully for more than a month to recover, and only you can recover well." Only by improving your health can you help more people!"

The rest of the people heard what Zhang Bao said, and they also persuaded: "Great virtuous teacher, please take care of yourself!"

Zhang Jiao was silent for a moment, scanning the surrounding yellow sand.

This is not a desert. A few years ago, this place was an ordinary hill with sparse trees.

But a few years ago, the Yellow River diverted its course. First, it was flooded, followed by successive years of drought and locust plagues.No crops can be grown even in the land that people serve. The grass in the wilderness has long been uprooted to feed the hunger, and the bark has been torn off to feed the hunger.

He shook his head slowly but firmly and said: "No, although the best time for spring planting has passed, at least some seedlings can be planted."

"The imperial corvee has become more and more onerous. There are no young and strong in the village, only the old and the weak are left. It is difficult to work. Coupled with the raging plague, if you wait until the autumn harvest, there will be no harvest this year, and the people will only die."

"It can be planted in the spring for more than a month, and it is worth tens of thousands of gold. I will stick to it now, save more villages, and the villagers will be able to farm the land. As long as there is some rain this year, local officials will be saved from reporting local disasters." If the tax is paid this autumn, the people will be able to live, and the people will be able to live."

Hearing Zhang Jiao's words, one of the members of the Taiping sect suddenly spoke loudly, unable to conceal his sadness, "Even if the imperial court can exempt this year's autumn tax, will the eunuch here be exempted?"

"I'm afraid that if you report the disaster and collect taxes as usual, you will end up with a lot of money!!"

"In previous years, has there ever been one less incident like this? Has there ever been one less case?"

These words interrupt Zhang Jiao's next words.

He stared blankly at the congregation, but he didn't seem to be looking at him, his eyes were blank.

The sky is long, why is it so thin?
"In this world... is there no way for the common people to survive?"

Obviously, it only needs one less corvee, one less tax, and one more rain.

There will be tens of thousands of people who can survive in this year of constant disasters.

However... natural disasters and man-made disasters keep coming.

Heaven will bring disasters, and people will cause disasters.

Can't hide, can't escape, shrink in the corner, but also to be pulled out, throw away the stomach with a steel knife, search the intestines and scrape the stomach to squeeze out the last drop of blood.

Zhang Jiao took another step tremblingly, and suddenly coughed up blood.

The surrounding congregation hurriedly stepped forward to support him, but Zhang Jiao pushed them away and continued to move forward.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treat everything as a straw dog..."

"The son of heaven is ordered by the sky, and replaces the sky to control the people..."

Zhang Jiao was furious, raised his fingers and cursed, "What day are you? What place are you?"

"What kind of emperor are you!? What kind of people do you control!!"

The disciples behind him were filled with grief and indignation.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao gathered all the past experiences, insights, and wisdom in his mind.

The mediocrity of the imperial court, the change of dynasties, the cry of Daze Township, the management philosophy of Huang Laozhi, and the legend of the happiness of the people in the Yanhuang period.

The Lingtai in his mind was clear, his thoughts turned, and he condensed his life into eight sonorous and powerful characters.

"The sky is dead! Huang Tian, ​​stand now!!"

boom--! ! !
There was a loud thunder in the sky.

The congregation behind Zhang Jiao didn't know whether they were shocked by Zhang Jiao's words, or terrified by the thunder in the sky.

Not only them, even Zhang Zicheng didn't know where the thunder came from.

All he knew was that at the very moment when the thunder exploded, his emotions were agitated by Zhang Jiao's words, and his chest was like a drum of thunder.

"System, what happened to the thunder just now?"

System: [That's more than conventional, the impact of high-dimensional information on low-dimensional. 】

[But please don't worry, because there is no direct dimensionality reduction, the energy received by low-dimensionality is extremely low, almost too small to be calculated. 】

[And because your emotions are directed, they are only transmitted throughout the Earth's atmosphere. 】

That is to say, the whole low-dimensional planet has heard this thunder?

Zhang Zicheng heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't shatter half of the Milky Way like he said hello before.

It doesn't matter if you hear it or not.

On the contrary, for a system that is extremely happy to even obtain one ten-trillionth of a power, it seems that the energy passed on is so small that it cannot be calculated, which seems to be really small to the extreme.

Putting this matter aside, Zhang Zicheng looked at Zhang Jiao on the screen, and said to the system: "System, continue to reduce the dimensionality of the voice I sent on the phone."

System: [Order accepted, on standby. 】

Zhang Zicheng nodded, picked up the phone, and hesitated for a moment.

In the end, I still decided that when facing this Taoist whom I admired from the bottom of my heart, I would not pretend to be aggressive or put on a show, but said seriously and cautiously: "Okay, I will help you."

(End of this chapter)