Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

Gaotang City, located in the south of the river. The gentle and vast river turned a corner at this place, wrapping Gaotang City in it, forming a dangerous terrain surrounded by water on three sides.

Abundant water resources not only provide natural defense, but also nourish nearby farmland. As early as in ancient times, this was one of the birthplaces of the Dahe civilization; in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Gaotang was even ranked among the "five capitals" of Qi. Although it is not as good as before, it is still the second richest city in Pingyuan County, second only to the county government of Pingyuan City.

The Qingzhou Yellow Turbans commanded by Guan Hai occupied this majestic city.

Dense crowds were distributed outside Gaotang City, drinking and revelling, or sharing spoils, or dragging whimpering women to the humble house. This chaotic situation caused Guan Hai standing on the city wall to frown deeply.

The little soldier next to him was wearing a yellow turban on his head, and persuaded Guan Hai with discernment: "Master, the newcomers out there are a bit arrogant, but we still abide by the rules. "

Guan Hai nodded and turned his eyes to the city.

Under the city walls, two children were playing in the swept street. And the house next to it that had been burnt down in the fire had been repaired for the most part. An old woman stood in front of the half charred and half newly made threshold, holding a wooden bowl in her hand to greet the children to eat. The city is all relatives of the direct line troops, barely able to live the life of a human being.

But when she thinks of food, Guan Hai is worried again.

Since the Yellow Turbans were launched, it has been two autumns, and the farmland near Gaotang has not been harvested.

Guan Hai is a rough man, and he doesn't know what to do when he thinks of resuming production. This one has no seeds, two farming tools, three cattle, and re-farming? How can it be so easy?

"Should we transfer, or we will go to Plain City to borrow food." Guan Hai looked at the autumn sunset and muttered to himself. Saying "borrow" is just a fig leaf, but in fact it means that hundreds of thousands of people went up to surround the city, and if they didn't get food, they would attack the city and grab it.

"Yes, yes, the old emperor Jiazi died, the court was in chaos, and there was no time to control us. The Han Dynasty is about to die, isn't it in accordance with the words of the great teacher?"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky stands!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky stands!"

…

The people who shouted slogans were mostly believers with yellow scarves on their heads, but more people looked at Guan Hai in silence. The repulsion and longing in his eyes are startling. No one speaks and can read their voices:

"So many of us go to General Zhang Bao, is there enough food there?"

"We are all natives of Qingzhou, and we joined the Yellow Turbans just to survive. Is it worth the long journey to Jizhou to fight?"

"Although the emperor is dead, Zhang Jiao, the general of Tiangong, is also dead. Is the yellow turban really the destiny?"

…

Where there are people there will be disagreements. When Cao Cao was still recruiting infantry and sailors in Pingyuan City, cracks had grown silently in the Yellow Turban camp.

Next, let us turn our attention from Gaotang City, which is destined to be conquered by Cao Cao, to Yuzhou, which is 600 miles away. It is impossible to advance or retreat in a small county.

The army of the new Yuzhou Shepherd fought with a small yellow scarf north of Tongting. About a few hundred people fought against a few hundred people, but the thunderous screams and splashes of blood were enough to keep shrinking. The old man of the Cao family in Yangcheng was terrified.

Because they were on their way, they rode a carriage this time, and the carriage ran faster than the ox carriage. But even so, they don't even think about breaking out of the chaotic army, they can only wait for the result of the battle.

Cao Song sat on the board of the car and sighed: "If the Yuzhou army wins, that's fine, I'm a Fei Tinghou, how can I have a bit of face; if the yellow turban thief wins, what should I do? ?"

The owner is indecisive, and the family members around the car are anxious. Some sat lazily on the ground with their eyes open, some sat around the fire and feasted on hasai, some were overly excited with their weapons, and some were looking for a place to run away. At this time, the gap between the Cao family's servants and Cao Cao's tiger and leopard cavalry is reflected, and the military literacy is very different.

It's a pity that Cao Song, the owner of the house, hasn't noticed it yet, all his attention is on the soft gold and silver in the carriage. "You said, if we bribe the Yellow Turban with money and silk, can we get away?"

Mr. Zhang, who was in the same car, became richer and richer as he got older. Thirty years of pampered life completely wiped out the acumen she developed when she was humble, leaving only the arrogance of fighting the heavens and the earth.

"If you want me to say, we should stay at the old house in Qiao County. The way of preservation is the gathering of clans." In the middle of the road, how can you get to Qingzhou when the soldiers on the road are in chaos?"

Cao Song: "Alas."

At this time, a beautiful woman in Tsing Yi lifted the curtain hanging in front of the carriage. "Duke Cao, Madam Zhang, the servants cooked lunch and presented it to the master."

When Mrs. Zhang saw her, her brows furrowed: "How is it you? Where is Ade? Where is Aji? Where is my son?"

Bian's eyebrows lowered: "Two days ago, my wife and two Langjun ate bad stomachs, but today it's even worse, I can't get up."

How can this make people eat? Mr. Zhang fell off the bowl and rushed out, like a big round meat ball, hitting Mr. Bian who was standing beside the car and staggered.

Cao Song lifted the curtain and walked to the carriage where Cao De and Cao Ji were behind with the help of the servant. When he was leaving, he glanced at Shi Bian, as if he wanted to comfort him, but all his words turned into sighs in the end.

Bian is Cao Cao's concubine. Let's say she's not favored, she is the only concubine; let's say she's favored, she doesn't look favored after being left in her hometown for many years. Mrs. Zhang likes to toss with Mrs. Bian, and Cao Song also persuaded her several times, but she was blocked by "she's just a concubine".

The two elders were gone, and Mrs Bian didn't need to stop. She endured the pain in her ankle and limped back to Mrs Hu's carriage.

Hu was lying with a silk quilt on her body, but her complexion was sallow. She had just drank the medicine, and two women's doctors were holding the bowl to pour out the medicine residue.

"How is Madam?" Bian stopped a question.

The woman doctor squatted down slightly and gave her a salute: "I'm not a professional plague doctor, but now I'm just trying the lady one by one according to the prescription. afraid…"

"Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid it's the legendary dysentery."

Bian didn't understand what "dysentery" meant, so he could only ask: "Can it be cured?"

"The old man had a sudden high fever before, and he has used up all the white powder. Honeysuckle and purslane are out of season, so I can't do anything." After saying this, the woman doctor frowned. Bypassed Bian and left.

Mr. Bian was stunned for a moment, then sorted out his expression and returned to the carriage to feed Mr. Hu with porridge. Cao Pei was also there, silently helping to lift his mother up.

The porridge is specially boiled, using a small amount of rice, it is white and smooth, soft and glutinous, even the meat is cut into small cubes, and it melts in the mouth. Hu drank the whole bowl of porridge and regained a little strength.

She raised her hand to help Bian tie a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and then gently stroked Bian's slightly bulging lower abdomen with the back of her hand: "Just now, Zhang shi got angry with you again. ?"

"The concubine came from a humble background..."

Cao Pei snorted coldly: "Zhang Shi herself is not a concubine yet."

Hu turned her head to look at Cao Pei with difficulty, and then laughed: "It's good to be able to scold people... To be able to scold people is to have the heart... Today's world... If you don't have the heart, you can't live..."

Hu lifted the quilt and struggled to sit up. Bian and Ape quickly supported her from left to right.

"Accompany me... go for a walk outside." Her face suddenly glowed, as if the sun was returning.

Bian lowered his head and sniffed: "Listen to Madam."

The ground of Tongting County is full of dust, the autumn sun shines on the khaki city wall, and the whole world is yellow. It's just that the sky is extraordinarily high, and the gray clouds seem to be split by the light.

"You have served me for many years, and I should repay you one or two." Hu seemed a little happy.

"What did Madam say? Madam sheltered me for many years."

Hu shook his head: "When I first married into the Cao family, Dalang and Erlang lost their mothers when they were young, and even went to the kitchen to get food, they were all ranked after Zhang. Dalang said that he will definitely help him vent his anger. What will happen to you in the end?"

"How?"

" Dalang said, when the phoenix grows feathers, there is no need to compete with the pheasant for food in the same pot; when no feathers grow, there is nothing wrong with eating the leftovers of the pheasant. Well, at least survive."

Bian lowered his head and thought, still supporting Hu to walk forward.

Under the stunned eyes of the servants, Mrs. Hu walked up the city wall step by step, she grabbed Mrs. Bian's hand and shouted at the screams of killing outside the city, "What do you care about Mrs. Zhang? She is just a pheasant with clipped wings, and your husband is a phoenix bird above the nine heavens. She fights like a miasma in the back house, no matter what she wins, no matter what she loses, they are all ants thrown into the chaotic world. Haha, hahahaha... "

Bian looked at this lady who always followed the rules in shock. Her face was contorted, her arms turned to the sky, as if she was about to be called away.

On the third day of September in the first year of Chuping, Cao Cao and Cao Sheng's stepmother, Hu Shi, passed away at the age of forty-two. His remains were buried in Tongting and moved to the ancestral tomb in Qiao County a few years later. So far, Tongting has a stepmother's tomb and Qiuyang Ping, and there is a remnant of Cao Pi's original "Ode to Kindness and Filial Piety" on the Ping, which is a national first-class cultural relic protection unit.