The area around Wancheng in Jingxiang can be regarded as the gateway to the Central Plains.

The so-called portal, of course no one likes their own portals to be ragged, but the Central Plains portal is indeed not very good-looking at the moment.

People cannot live without food, clothing, housing and transportation, while food, clothing, housing and transportation are inseparable from various commodities.

The Han Dynasty was originally prosperous in Luoyang and the world was the highest. However, after Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, the former Kyoto was in a slump. However, burning Luoyang did not mean that it burned the world's business and cut off commodity exchanges.

Especially Jingxiang.

Overall, for Jingxiang, because of its own ecological system and its relatively out-of-dateness and not directly trapped in chaos, the economic system is still good and commodity trading is relatively busy. Especially in the Wancheng area, due to the passage of trade routes and the influence of General Cavalry is still relatively strong, a relatively stable market has been formed.

However, in such a market, it is still risky to trade. Of course, there is no problem in Wancheng, but when it leaves Wancheng, it goes a little further. Often, because the government does not have enough control, various smuggling and looting are always prevalent and are constantly banned.

Is there no business? If you don’t open for three years, you can open for three years and eat for three years. Naturally, many people are willing to take risks.

Especially in Nanyang.

This county that once was an imperial town has no noble appearance now. The glory and pride that once had is now nowhere to be placed.

It was May, and the sun began to become increasingly vicious. Wherever you saw, there were basically wild ridges and barren mountains. The dense villages and fields in the past are now sparse and deserted, and even the official roads are also present in the withering scene of disrepair.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, mostly gentry, merchants, and a large number of guards carrying weapons. Of course, there were some lone heroes, but they were not as handsome as in later films and TV series. Even the children of the gentry were mostly rustic and worn-out clothes and messy hair when they were walking on the way, but the only thing shining was swords and weapons.

Just like the guns in the Rice Kingdom, you can not use them, but you can’t do it.

Those who put forward the banner were somewhat brave and furious. Even when they were tired of sleep, those lone warriors would first patrol everyone in their field of vision with vigilant eyes to see clearly who is the fat sheep, who is the poor, who is the hunter, and who is the prey.

The great man once admired the ranger.

Heroes are actually more often considered a word that is moderate.

After all, it was "a hero who violated the ban with martial arts" at the beginning, but the so-called hero who "for the country and the people" was actually similar to Ye Gong. It was a beautiful wish. If it was realized, it would be less beautiful.

After all, if the knights come to serve the country and the people, where did the people who should have served the country and the people go? If the knights come to uphold justice, what did the institution that should have been upholding justice do? So the greater the actions of the knights, the more just the more it is, it can only explain one thing...

Just like when something happens in later generations, if the normal process cannot be handled, you will invite reporters and media. After a large number of exposures, many things that are difficult to handle suddenly become easy to handle. This is not a normal state. So is such a process that makes some journalists and some media famous? Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

This is how the rangers of the Han Dynasty were.

The three auxiliary guards in Guanzhong cleared out the rangers. These Han Dynasty rangers could not stay on the chassis of the cavalry. Some chose to put down their swords and guns, while others could not let go of their original life. They left Guanzhong and came to Nanyang.

Because Nanyang was actually basically corrupted after Yuan Shu, and the government system structure of the Han Dynasty's court was basically gone, even if one commits a crime and kills people, it is easier to deal with than other places and will not cause other troubles. The so-called "car, ship, shop, and foot yamen" should be killed without guilt. If it is located next to it, it is somewhat unfair, but here, there are only ones that are considered one, and the hands and feet are simply rare.

The smuggling of salt, iron, tea, and various shameful businesses. As long as there is profit, there will be people doing it. The higher the risk, the greater the profit. Driven by various interests, there are so many bandits and bandits. If the guy who is not sure is plunged in, he will probably be eaten to the point of not even leaving any bones!

There are rules for the court, and there are naturally ways for the ranger to be a ranger.

In Nanyang, the villages and villages that can survive in the southeast of Wancheng and base themselves on farming are not good at it. Even if they look like farmers, they are just like farmers...

This ecology extends southward until the border between Cao Cao and Sun Quan became the most common ecological environment in this area. Ordinary villages and chaotic copycats are completely integrated. Observing laws and regulations is a joke in this area, making the struggle and ruthlessness the ultimate mainstream, and whoever is cruel enough can survive.

During this period, a new village that emerged in the Yunmengze area was known as "Yibo Yuntian"...

Hum? Why isn't it "to act on behalf of the heavens"? Haha, that's impossible. After all, such a slogan is almost equivalent to rebelling with flags. Although rebellion is nothing now, it is not something you can shout at random.

Because the unexpectedly rich and food of the village, there were indeed many scattered rangers who joined bandits to join in. Among these people, there were many remnants of Zhang Jiao who were defeated in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, as well as fugitive soldiers from the princes from all over the country, etc. Anyway, all kinds of desperate people kept gathering.

Strangely, the rise of this new village seemed to have not seen the surrounding princes.

Perhaps it is because although Yunmengze is no longer as large as it was in the pre-Qin period and has shrunk a lot due to the accumulation of mud and sand, there are still many swamps. It would be a bit troublesome to enter?

Anyway, no matter whether it was Liu Biao, Cao Cao, or Sun Quan, it was like the three no-brainer zone, and it did nothing. In this case, it became unknowingly that the three parties did not dare to move. The reputation of the counterfeit village became more and more famous. Many struggling gangsters and gangsters began to rely on this village...

But no one knew that the leader of this copycat, the leader with a blood-colored scar on his face, was not from a ranger, but Lei Bo, a general under Yuan Shu back then...

『When should I start?』

Lei Bo lowered his head and snatched the rice. The huge blood-colored scar on his face squirmed like a centipede, which made people intimidate. Perhaps the rough wheat grains were not easy to swallow, and Lei Bo did not eat fast.

"You will know then..." A young gentry-sen child replied casually.

Lei Bo stopped the hand of slashing Lamai Rice, put down the bowl, stared at the young man tightly, chewing in his mouth.

The blood-colored scars were beating.

"How can I understand the arrangements of the lord? But, it will take only one or two months to calculate the time..." The young man was obviously uncomfortable when he was stared at, so he added.

Lei Bo stared at it, his throat moved, then lowered his eyelids and continued to scoop the rice.

The young gentry frowned and stayed for a while. Seeing that Lei Bo didn't say anything, he felt that he had nothing to say, so he felt extremely bored. He hummed twice, bowed his hand casually, said hello to Lei Bo, and left straight away.

Lei Bo ate the last grain of wheat into his mouth, then put down the bowl, raised his sleeves and wiped it on his mouth, then stood up and walked out. Along the way, many people saw Lei Bo and bent down to salute. Lei Bo also grinned and replied, as if he did not look gloomy in the hut just now.

As we go up, we are in the back mountain, and gradually there are fewer people.

The sunset fell from the edge of Yunmengze, illuminating the water with a shimmering orange color. It also highlighted the blood-colored scars on Lei Thunder's face, as if they were cracking again, and blood was pouring out.

Lei Bo stopped smiling, the haze on his face rolled back, and he couldn't help but gently touch the scar on his face.

The scar is very big.

I guess the wound was very deep at that time.

"This is not a surrender to the enemy...Brother...The one who is wrong is you, not me... In this world, only who is cruel enough can survive...Mr. Cao Gong is crueler than Mr. Yuan, so Mr. Cao won...I am crueler than you, you stop... So, I won..."

"Who wants to be a thief for the rest of his life? You forced me by my brother, and I have no choice... It's almost time, at most two months, I will be a general again... And you, hahahahaha..."

…(╬￣-￣)…

Good medicine is bitter.

However, the bitter taste may not be all good medicine.

An old figure reflected in the dark medicine soup, and then ripples spread and the figure dissipated.

Liu Biao closed his eyes and drank the medicine in the bowl in one go.

Fu Xun knelt on one side, his eyes showing a look of worry, "Ming Gong, how do you feel?"

Liu Biao exhaled slowly. "It's better than nothing..."

Liu Biao smiled with his lips, "If he still had the courage to ride alone into Xiangyang... Haha, I can hold on for a little longer..."

"Lord..." Fu Xun bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly.

"Pong Ti..." Liu Biao was silent for a moment, then looked at Fu Xun and said slowly, "I said something before... I won't repeat it again..."

Fu Xun raised his head, and there seemed to be a few tears at the corners of his eyes. "Lord! Xun must have done his best to assist Mr. Cong..."

Liu Biao closed his eyes slightly, "Ha... I naturally trust Gong Ti... Speaking of which, when I entered Jingxiang, there were no soldiers or generals around me, there were only Ji Bo and You... In a blink of an eye, time flies, time is like an arrow... These years have been thanks to Gong Ti's hard work...

『Getting favors from the Lord is Xun's blessing...』 Fu Xun kowtowed, 『Getting entrusts great things, even if Xun is crushed to pieces, he dare not let his lord down...』

"Now the country is in turmoil, and the court is full of disputes... Cong'er is still young..." Liu Biao raised his head, and a turbid tears rolled down at the corner of his eyes. "Jing Xiang is also difficult to be united... If a certain person is not worthy, the Cai family will inevitably be the only one... Gongti still needs more help, don't let Cong'er be inferior to the Cai family..."

"My lord, please rest assured! Xunding will not let down his lord's trust!" Fu Xun said it firmly.

Liu Biao's eyebrows moved, glanced at him quietly, then took out a small bamboo tube with a sealed lacquer from his sleeve and handed it to Fu Xun.

Fu Xun was stunned.

"This thing..." Liu Biao's eyebrows were lowered, "I'm afraid I can't stand this winter... If it were someone... Gong Ti would secretly use this thing with Cong'er..."

Fu Xun's eyes narrowed, then walked a few steps on his knees, took it respectfully, and took it into his arms.

"Gong Ti... Let's go... I'm tired...

"Master..."

"Go...

Fu Xun lowered his head, was silent for a moment before bowing again and retreating.

Liu Biao kept a gentle face until Fu Xun's figure disappeared at the corner of the corridor. His face, which was originally like a clay sculpture, fell sharply and then raised!

This rise was full of murderous intent.

……(这文)?…

Fu Xun, wearing a small bamboo tube, left Liu Biao's mansion and got on his own vehicle. It was like kicking a piece of fiery red charcoal, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead without realizing it.

Gurululu.

The vehicle's wheels pressed on the bluestone slab, and then the wheels on one side pressed onto a piece of gravel, and couldn't help but jump!

Fu Xun tilted his body and quickly held the railing with his hands. Then suddenly he felt something was wrong. He suddenly looked up and saw Cai Mao's face revealed on the window on the second floor facing the street.

Cai Mao nodded slightly and smiled very much.

…(⊙o⊙)…

"There is a varnish in this thing..." A thin bead of sweat appeared on Fu Xun's head, and he couldn't help but wipe it with his sleeve, "If it was rashly broken, if the lord asked again the next day..."

Cai Mao pinched the bamboo tube and said with a smile: "Young Ti is safe... I will definitely do it seamlessly..."

After saying that, Cai Mao put down the bamboo tube and patted his palm gently.

A rustling sound came from behind the screen, and an old man crawled out with his head down, "Welcome to the head of the family..."

"Come on, see if this... can be done?" Cai Mao handed the bamboo tube over.

The white-bearded old man took the bamboo tube with both hands, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, "Can you do it."

『Good!" Cai Mao nodded and said, 『Then let it go...』
To be continued...