Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 685 Fellow Daoists, Please Stay!Poverty King Tuqiu
The ditches were planted in May, and the slack season has begun. It is said that the Chinese are hard to leave their homeland, but it also depends on whether the price is in place. In my hometown Tianshui, Nan'an County, the tax is [-] taxes or even [-] taxes. , and here in Jingzhao Weinan, the tax is [-] one. Although you have to eat beans for a year, you can grow wheat after this year.

I can keep [-]% of the [-]% of the grain cultivated in a year, and only need to hand over [-]%. Finally, the soft and warm steamed buns can be eaten freely, and even the remaining grain can be exchanged for some meat and eggs. There is still hope in life!Following Cheng Yin, the two generals selected by the candidates brought tens of thousands of people from their base camp to migrate here. With a small family, the hearts of these Guanzhong prisoners gradually settled down.

But when it comes to small-scale farmers’ awareness of small-scale farmers’ awareness, these poor old farmers in Guanzhong have a sense of cunning to take advantage of it, which is no worse than that of Liaodong’s big merchants. The big thing about the scientist vomiting blood is coming.

Demolish Chang'an!
It didn’t work either. The plains were the first to be destroyed in the flames of war. The villages in the Guanzhong Plain on both sides of the Weihe River were almost burned to the ground. In the past few months, the landlords can still live in tents, but these tenants are actually sleeping in the open. !May I ask, who doesn't want their wives and children to be hot on the kang?But these days people are already poor, and because of the famine, they have to abandon their homes and businesses and settle down in Weinan.

Anyway, outside Chang'an City, there are many dilapidated and dilapidated dwellings. At first, only one or two households took advantage of the middle of the night to tear down the abandoned houses, remove some bricks and tiles, and push them back to build a shack for themselves. The stupid ones came over again and again to hold bricks, and the smart ones picked some wood on the spot, and then bundled it into a sled. A big guy from the village dragged it back and brought it back The demolition of the Wai Guo District in Chang'an City looks like the reconstruction of the shantytowns in later generations.

And not only civil demolition, but also official demolition is going on!Wang Hou also took a fancy to the building materials from the ruins of Chang'an City.

There is no move, and the landlord's family has no room left!Even if the family is rich, I don't know how much money I have, but most of the supplies are in Liaodong. In Guanzhong, except for the [-] troops in his hands, Wang Hou himself is blind. For the first time, this guy didn't insist on him. The consistent reinforced concrete Bauhaus modern architectural style has been changed to the antique Han style.

In addition to taxes these days, people also need to serve corvee. The normal year is one month a year, and there are no more wars. So when I build a house myself, [-] unlucky ghosts are drawn out to give The vampire king built a house thickly.

But I have to say, even if Wang Hou’s box-shaped reinforced concrete house is criticized as ugly, featureless, and not as poetic and picturesque as the Han people with carved beams and painted buildings, but!The characteristics are just one word, that is!It's too fast to fix!
This is the first time Wang Hou built a drum building. He knows why the ancient emperors built palaces and why it was a waste of money. There are 1 laborers!4000 people sifted sand from the Weihe River, 5000 people collected clay and thinly crushed stones from Huashan Mountain nearby, 1000 people rammed and cast the foundation with mixed three-component soil in Longshou, and the remaining [-] people went to demolish Chang'an City to prepare materials. It took more than half a month, and the foundation was stunned. It was because he didn't finish the beating. Foreman Wang grinned when he saw it.

Fortunately, this thing is not an important defense facility or a government warehouse or something. It is just a symbol of a clay bodhisattva. Engineering money!R&D expenses!Government support or something.

No, Wang Hou's imperial liar, Liaodong Kuangsheng Lunzhi is on his way again.

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It is said that the road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky. In fact, Ba Road is similar. Along the Qinling Mountains all the way to the south, the bad road is either uphill or downhill. In some places, it is only as narrow as a car. If it's not fair, it's just like the bad roads that those rich bosses in the later generations drive off-road vehicles to cross when they have nothing to do.

This will be in later generations, without a Land Cruiser or Great Wall H9, this slope really cannot be climbed.

At this time, Lunzhi didn’t even mention these two. He didn’t even have a tricycle. The hillside was too steep and he didn’t dare to ride a horse. He led the horse to climb up. After reaching the mountains, another majestic pass built with rammed earth appeared in front of him.

Yangping Pass in Hanzhong with three folds of Yangguan!

"This poor place, you must ask the master for double payment when you go back, or the old man will never come again!"

Muttering in his stomach, he touched the sweat on his old head, and looked down nervously at the towering Guancheng. He was wearing a yellow armored suit, but he was very strange, and he was wearing a ghost-horned hat. Shouting loudly.

"Da Dao Shan Min Lun has been ordered by Yu Ji, the great teacher of Eternal Fire, to pay a visit to your master!"

In Laoshan Palace, Yu Ji, who was meditating, sneezed hard again. This time, the old magic stick couldn't even count, touched his nose, and then comprehended the mysteries of the universe.

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The Hanzhong Road is indeed difficult and dangerous, but after passing the Yangshan Pass, it suddenly flattens out in the south. Huaxia has a vast land and abundant resources, and the terrain it creates is also particularly magical. This is a smaller version of Bashu, which is also an intermountain basin.

And compared to the turbulent times outside, this place is like a paradise. The bean sprouts in Hanzhong have just grown, but here, rice millet and other grains have grown lush. Along the Hanzhong Road to the south, there are fields and fields along the way. , the houses in the village were neat and tidy, and although the peasants carrying hoes were still dressed in shabby clothes, their faces were red, obviously far away from famine, and they couldn't help but nodded their heads in amazement.

I have to admit that in this era, there are really not many warlords like Zhang Lu who have been separatist for more than 20 years and have practiced benevolent governance.

but!Although Hanzhong is surrounded by steep terrain, surrounded by the Qinling Mountains like a large natural city wall, it is not as precipitous as Lun Zhi imagined, just like a thick ostrich egg. The egg yolk and egg white can be poured into the stomach in one go.

It's really wicked, sitting on the two-person shouldered sedan chair carried by the Ba people, while being carried to Nanzheng with a wheezing sound, while still calculating the family fortune, watching the scenery along the way, stroking the mouse like The eyes of Lun Laobu, who has two horoscope beards, are also rolling around like a mouse.

In later generations, Hanzhong was only a city, and you didn’t have to go by yourself. Someone carried it and brought gifts from Guanzhong. After a day and a night, you arrived at the southernmost point of Hanzhong, which is also the capital here, Nanzheng City.

Consistent with the style of the entire Hanzhong, it also looks like a quaint ancient town in Bashu, quiet and comfortable, but the small town is not big, there are many old ways here, and people drinking tea and offering sacrifices along the main street can be seen everywhere.

As a warlord, Wang Hou did not have the habit of living in a tall city. He should be able to chat with Zhang Lu here. The Taishou Mansion in the center of the city is not big. Lunzhi finally saw the biggest target of this visit, the big fat sheep in Wang Hou's eyes, and also the most unorthodox one among the warlords at the end of Han Dynasty, Zhang Lu, the prefect of Hanzhong.

In the reception room, under the compliments of a few reports, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a high crown and long beard sat cross-legged on the beard bed, behind him was a heavy helmet on his head, wearing armor, it looked like the muscles on his elbows were bigger than his brain They are military men, but their clothes and temperament are completely different, but their faces are slightly similar, they should be relatives or something.

In the eyes of future generations, isn't this old man an ancient man!There is nothing different about wearing an ancient costume, but in the eyes of a "modern person" like Lunzhi, Zhang Lu's outfit is not mainstream!It is the kind of Taoist costume specially worn by Fangwai people. It is a large white robe with several Taoist patterns on the shoulders, two wild cranes facing each other on the chest, and Tai Chi embroidery on the collar and front. It's okay to dress like this, but Zhang Lu is the prefect of Hanzhong, a dignified warlord!

If this attire can be described by later generations, it would be when you go to work for a company meeting and see the chairman of your company in a neat suit on the upper body and a pair of big pants on the lower body.

No wonder my lord wants to make up his mind on him, thinking in his heart, on the surface, Lun Zhi, the queen's liar, has a very serious face, he bows heavily with his fists folded, and makes the old god Yu Ji sneeze as an excuse Tossed out.

"The Dao Shan Min Lun has been ordered by Yu Ji, the great teacher of the Eternal Fire, to pay homage to the master!"

"Fart, you are clearly a spy sent by the king thief in Guanzhong! Brother, the king thief is greedy. He clearly has his eyes on the wealth in Hanzhong, so he sent this person over to find out the truth. In my opinion, there is no need to talk about it. Push it out and cut it!"

This old man Lun Zhi was really annoying, before he could finish his sentence, the muscular man with a helmet on beside him had already bared his teeth and yelled.

But with such a hot temper, he deserves to be unable to take charge of the family. Before the Hanzhong general grinned his teeth, Zhang Lu, the "Old Heavenly Master" who was sitting cross-legged, calmly waved his hand to stop his words, and at the same time his voice was indifferent. It's really like an old fairy, asking leisurely.

"I don't know why the Master sent Your Excellency to Hanzhong."

(End of this chapter)