Chapter 182 Zhang Jiao’s Will Zhang Jue fell into a coma after vomiting blood on the city wall. Guangzong City was suddenly leaderless, and Zhang Liang was extremely busy.
But it didn't end there.
The Yellow Turbans in the city were divided into two factions, constantly stating their views and arguing with each other.
"The King of Hejian has strong soldiers and horses. He has shown his sincerity without attacking Guangzong. I heard that among those who went to Bingzhou, only a small part of them were executed for serious crimes, and most of them were only accused and sentenced to corvee labor."
"Yes, I've heard about this too."
"Yes, neither the Yingchuan people nor the Runan people were executed. I heard that they were going to build roads and build houses, but building roads and building houses was also to prepare them for a good life in the future."
"Yes."
"..."
The words spoken by those who supported surrender moved some people. Isn't the reason why they became the Yellow Turbans just because of the continuous natural disasters and violent oppression that they really couldn't survive? After committing such a serious crime, King Hejian was still willing to give them a way to survive. Although they would be punished if they went to Bingzhou, they would never starve or freeze to they perform well, they can even be assigned houses and fields. Isn't this what they expect?
"I heard that the land in Bingzhou now belongs to the King of Hejian. The King of Hejian does not charge rent. As long as we pay enough taxes to the court, the rest is ours. There is a family next door who really can't survive. Yes, I went to Bingzhou a few years ago, and now I can eat meat once a month!"
eat meat!
For these peasants who are so rustic in the heat of summer, with their backs scorching from the scorching sun, and who rely solely on God to provide them with food, they may not encounter it only once a year, so a little bit of meat and fish is good.
Seeing that more and more people were wavering, those with opposing views stood up, especially Zhang Liang, who would never surrender.
Zhang Liang knows better than anyone else that others may survive if they surrender, but he will definitely die if he surrenders.
The reason for their opposition is actually very simple, "The imperial court cannot be trusted, even if he is the King of Hejian, he cannot be trusted."
"Don't forget that we were forced to be like this because of the oppression of the nobles and powerful people, but the most fundamental reason is that group of corrupt officials who only care about money and not people. They help these powerful people run rampant in the countryside and prey on the common people. He’s the culprit!”
"This"
Seeing that everyone was shaken after thinking about the tragic experience before, Zhang Liang continued: "The King of Hejian said that we can survive when we join the Bingzhou, but it is empty talk. In the end, it is not the King of Hejian himself who is in charge of us, but his subordinates. Officials, who can guarantee that those who are officials in Bingzhou do not have the same virtues as officials in other places?"
"This"
What Zhang Liang said was reasonable, and no one could refute it. In a place as big as Bingzhou, with so many people here, who could guarantee that every official in charge of him would be honest and fair?
"To take a step back, even if what King Hejian said is true, please don't forget that this is a butcher who kills without blinking an eye. If we really go to Bingzhou and enter his territory, what follows? It's okay for people to say that, what about all of you here? If one day he wants to settle accounts and try to trick us, isn't it just a matter of words?"
"This!"
This sentence speaks to the hearts of those who are hesitant. Everyone here is one of them. Who is not the leader of the Yellow Turbans? Would it be better to surrender on your own?
# After arguing for a day, the public said that the public was right, and the mother-in-law said that the mother-in-law was right. No one could explain the reason, so they had to part ways.
Until Zhang Jiao slowly woke up the next day.
Knowing that he didn't have much time left, he called his daughter Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning also reported yesterday's incident to Zhang Jue. After hearing this, Zhang Jue sighed, "They are right, and Shudong is right, they are all just trying to survive." , but I cannot give up the livelihood of 10 people in Guangzong just because a few people like Shudong and others are seeking survival."
"Father."
"Ning'er, listen to me. Take my letter to the King of Hejian. He will protect you."
Zhang Jiao has already predicted that the Han Dynasty in the future will be even more chaotic and even in ruins.
In this way, the lives of the people at the bottom will be more difficult, and the Yellow Turbans will appear again and again.
As his daughter, Zhang Ning's status as the Yellow Turban Saint can help him save a lot of energy.
"Except for a small amount of the wealth I obtained in the past six months, most of it has been hidden by me. You, Zhou Cang, and Pei Yuanshao, along with three thousand strong men, will take out the wealth and present it to the King of Hejian as a dowry." "Dowry? Father, how can I marry the person who killed my father?"
"He is not your father-killing enemy! He is your future husband! Your father's father-killing enemy is a nobleman! He is a powerful man! He is an official of the state and county! He is the emperor!
The nobles are oppressing me! The state and county officials helped the emperor to abuse, acted as a helper to the tiger, and the officials protected each other! They are a group of interests! Damn them! ! !
And that one!
Since he was the emperor, why did he do nothing? !Abandon the people of Li and ignore them! "
"Cough, cough, cough!"
After Zhang Jiao finished speaking, he coughed violently again.
"Father!"
Zhang Ning patted Zhang Jiao's back gently with his hand.
"Ning'er, if you promise to be your father, even if the King of Hejian is not a good man, you still have to think about the hundreds of thousands of people in the city!"
Zhang Jiao used his last bit of strength to say these words and then fainted again.
This time, Zhang Jiao was not so lucky, he never woke up and passed away.
"Father!!!"
Zhang Ning burst into tears and burst into tears, "Ning'er. Ning'er promises you."
After the grief, it took Zhang Ning a long time to recover, and then he wiped his tears with his hands, "Zhou Cang!"
A big man standing outside the door walked in. He had a dark face, a long body, a straight rib and a curly beard. He was described as a very majestic woman, "a saint."
"Did you hear everything my father said to me?"
Zhou Cang nodded. As the leader of the Yellow Turban Warriors, Zhang Jiao's personal army, and the most loyal believer, he would not dare to disobey orders.
"Take people to seal off this courtyard and no one is allowed to come in."
"God general him"
Zhang Ning once again shed two lines of clear tears down his fair cheeks, clenched his fists with both hands, and said coldly: "I'm afraid something will happen. Keep it secret."
"Here."
The third day of August.
The courtyard of General Tiangong was suddenly under martial law. The saint announced that the great sage was unwell and needed to rest, and no one was allowed to visit.
As Zhang Jiao's younger brother, Zhang Liang tried to enter several times, but was turned away by the yellow scarf warriors.
Everyone knows that General Tiangong is critically ill and will not die soon.
The Yellow Turbans in the city were even more panicked.
The saint Zhang Ning did not show up, and Zhang Liang took charge of the overall situation. This allowed him to enjoy the pleasure of power that he had never had before, and also strengthened his determination not to surrender. "I have 15 people on hand, and there are only 15 on the opposite side. Everyone rushes out. Even if it is [-] pigs, Liu Han's son can't catch them all in three days. Why should he let me catch them without mercy?"
At the same time, Zhang Ning followed the map drawn by Zhang Jiao during his lifetime and took Zhou Cang, Pei Yuanshao and the Yellow Turban Warriors to a remote cave, where there were boxes filled with boxes, which glowed dazzlingly under the firelight.
(End of this chapter)