Chapter Seventy-Six: The Pomp of the Mud-Legged Scene

Yang Xiong's attitude towards Li Yan is basically Yun Zhao's attitude towards Li Hongji.

Peasant uprisings are often tragic and in full swing, and they are the most magnificent pages in human history.

It is also a great movement for people to break slavery and pursue their own rights, and it is the biggest cry issued by the people at the bottom to the corrupt rulers with their own courage!

Therefore, in Yun Zhao's view, there is no problem with the peasant uprising, and the problem is the greedy rulers.

Li Hongji is different from Zhang Bingzhong, he does not pursue extreme personal enjoyment, nor does he like beauty; on weekdays, he wears cloth clothes with the soldiers, eats coarse food, and can take the lead in battle; he can be regarded as a rare ambitious person among the many leaders of the rebel army, and he is also deeply loved by his subordinates.

If Yun Zhao didn't have another Li Hongji in his head, he would definitely have a good impression of this person.

Just like Liu Zongmin yesterday, as long as he changes a leader, this person will definitely surrender under Yun Zhao's bewitchment, however, Yun Zhao has no interest in this person, in essence, this person is a bad person, and the loyalty and courage he has shown so far is just the result of barely suppressing the desire in his heart.

When such a person comes to Lantian County, sooner or later he will be divided into five horses!

The people of Guanzhong think that it is natural for soldiers to eat food, and no matter what kind of soldiers they are and what kind of food they eat, therefore, the Qin army in the official army is hard-working and brave in battle, and the same is true for the old Qin people among the thieves.

Fortunately, the name of the biggest thief in Guanzhong is called Wild Boar Essence, but the Wild Boar Essence is still the richest one of the thieves in the world, and this Wild Boar Essence is squatting in Guanzhong, so the Guanzhong people under his command are naturally the most.

Guan Long has been a place to send out strong soldiers since ancient times, and it is also the most tragic group of people in the world, and there is never a shortage of old Qin people among the rebels of all dynasties, they are the most daring to wave the knife to the injustice.

However, as long as they rule properly, they will become the most powerful helpers of one dynasty after another, and they have created the most powerful dynasty in the history books of the Han people.

This is why Yun Zhao knew that the land of Guanlong was not the richest land in the world, but he must firmly control the land of Guanlong.

There is no money to be made, there is no food to grow, and if there is not even a share of pride in the chest, then there is really nothing.

Without this kind of spirit, no matter what you have, you are making wedding clothes for others.

If there was no such grievance in the hearts of Guanzhong people, Yun Zhao would have taken his clansmen overseas to develop his own territory, where would he have any mind to play a game of domination with a group of cowardly bitter haha.

Today's sky is still cloudy and snowflakes.

Yun Zhao was wrapped in a coat and sat under the eaves with a teacup to watch the heavy snow.

Yun Yang squatted on the edge of a small mud stove, carefully baking his dried sweet potatoes.

Yang Xiong took a book, looked at it for a while, and then lowered his head to sniff his clothes, worried that there was still some bad smell left on it.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

Yun Zhao softly recited a famous poem through the ages, Yun Yang looked up at Yun Zhao, and saw that he didn't seem to be talking to himself, so he continued to giggle and flip the hot dried sweet potatoes with his hands.

Yang Xiong answered: "There will be no fish coming today. ”

Yun Zhao snorted and said: "There are always people who like to do something unexpected, I have obviously greeted him in the way of bandits, he actually wants to play the official trick with me, the courtesy is not three, and someone will come today." ”

"Who's coming today?"

"A liar."

"Liar?"

"Charlatans!"

"You mean Song Xiance?"

"Li Hongji always likes to do this, knowing that I am not half interested in seeing his subordinates, even if every time I come to be humiliated, I actually have to let myself be humiliated three times, and put on a bitter face to show it.

This person is used to being poor, he always thinks that his poverty is the principle of heaven, and if he is poor, other rich people are all bastards, obviously he always wants to rob in his heart, but he has to drum up a righteous and bright reason for himself.

Judging from this incident, this guy really has the idea of killing my Lantian County in his heart.

Thinking of ways to make excuses for yourself.

Since you want an excuse, okay, grandpa will give it to you. ”

Yun Yang looked at Yun Zhao puzzled, he didn't understand why Yun Zhao, who was just reciting poetry, suddenly began to get angry.

Yun Zhao raised his hand, and a Tsing Yi guard gave him the crossbow on his back.

The red banner on the hill shook twice, and Yun Zhao put a good crossbow on the crossbow with a cold face.

I saw a boy leading a donkey and turning around from the foot of the mountain, and on the back of the donkey sat a guy in a robe.

Holding a fishing drum in his hand, he stepped on the thick snow and slowly came from the mountain road, and a copper bell was tied to the donkey's neck.

With each step, the bell rings, and all the way away, the bell rings all the way.

is even older than his mother's Zhang Guolao.

It's been ten feet away, and this bastard still hasn't gotten off the donkey, still hanging his head and pretending to be a half-asleep bastard.

The donkey went straight to the place less than a foot in front of Yun Zhao's thatched hut, and then he woke up like a dream, sat on the donkey and arched his hand: "Mountain man ......"

"Mountain, your mother!"

Yun Zhao raised his hand and pulled the trigger of the crossbow, only to see three crossbow arrows shoot out like lightning, Song Xiance was scattered, and wanted to roll off the donkey's back, his thigh was sore, and then the pain swept over like a wave.

Fart. The donkey under the strand hissed and shook its head violently, and threw the boy holding the reins out two feet away, and then the four hooves were soft, and he lay on the ground, and the donkey's belly was impressively stuck with two crossbow arrows, more than a foot into the flesh.

Song Xiance fell from the donkey and fell into the snow, and the fishing drum was also lost, and after holding his thighs and screaming twice, he pointed at Yun Zhao and said, "Why did the Great Commander kill me?" Wouldn't you just shoot the king to condemn him? ”

Yun Zhao shook off his fur, threw away the crossbow in his hand, and lifted his fart. The folding stool under the thighs jumped down the steps and came to Song Xiance's side, and before Song Xiance begged for mercy, the folding stool in his hand smashed down on his face.

Under this folding stool, Song Xiance spit peach blossoms in his mouth, two teeth also flew away, and the originally tall nose bridge was also smashed into a flat one.

Even so, Yun Zhao still didn't mean to stop, the folding stool smashed on Song Xiance's head again and again, on his face, on his body, for a while, in the wind and snow, there was only Song Xiance's screams, Yun Zhao's angry scolding, and the muffled sound of the folding stool smashing on the flesh.

Yun Yang grabbed a piece of freshly baked dried sweet potatoes in his hand and forgot to eat it, and he didn't know that the book in Yang Xiong's hand fell to the ground, and the Tsing Yi guards who only felt that their eldest young master was benevolent on weekdays widened their eyes one by one, never expecting to see such a brutal scene of their eldest young master today.

Seeing that Song Xiance only had any breath left and no breath to enter, Yun Zhao stopped the broken folding stool in his hand out of breath, and pointed at Song Xiance who only had one breath left.

"What kind of dog are you, you dare to come to the scene for Li Yan, grandpa's subordinates are vulgar, you probably can't imagine that grandpa is a hundred times more vulgar than his subordinates, right?

Crawled back and told Li Hongji that his grandfather was waiting for him here, giving him enough face, and testing over and over again, was it really muddy to be a grandfather?

Everyone is a hero in the green forest, but he wants to pretend to be high and give his grandfather a horse?

I'm your mother.

Tell Li Gou'er that his wild boar spirit grandfather is waiting for him here, and if he is not convinced, he will start a big battle with us, and if he dares to send someone who doesn't know what to say, his grandfather will divide his five horses.

Song Xiance vomited blood while looking at the angry Yun Zhao in horror, he had already thought of the wording when he came, that is, he was ready to accuse Yun Zhao's subordinates of being rude, and then use the army of King Chuang to force Yun Zhao to bow his head and admit his mistakes, so as to achieve his goal of surrendering without a fight.

Before hearing that Yun Zhao was blocking the way, Song Xiance and Li Yan carefully studied Yun Zhao's life, and after reading Yun Zhao's life, the appearance of a feminine but extremely proud and reasonable young man appeared in front of them.

As long as such a person gives him enough face and enough respect, then many things can be reasonable, as long as he starts to be reasonable, Song Xiance feels that with his three-inch tongue, he can win back a game for King Chuang.

At the moment, what is happening is far from what he imagined.

For a long time, Yun Zhao never regarded himself as a bandit, a bandit, he tried his best to show his essence as a scholar, and even did a good job in governing the place, as well as marching and fighting, so that the world forgot that he Yun was fundamentally a bandit, bandit, and hooligan.

King Chuang has also been creating a new identity for himself over the years - that is, King Chuang who saves the suffering, 'eat his mother, drink his mother, King Chuang will not pay for food when he comes', all of which have the light of Song Xiance's wisdom flashing in it.

As a result, there was the Xiangyang Conference, the Xiangyang Army, and the seizure of the entire Henan to cut off the north-south traffic of the Ming Dynasty.

"Boar spirit!" Song Xiance struggled to spit out a mouthful of blood, and reluctantly raised an almost unconscious arm and pointed at Yun Zhao, as if he had thousands of words to speak.

Hearing only a click, Yun Zhao picked up the folding stool again and smashed it heavily on his arm at some point, and then the arm that was raised twisted strangely and fell down, Song Xiance returned with a miserable sound that was not like a human being, his head tilted, and he completely fainted.

Ignoring Song Xiance, who was lying in a pool of blood, Yun Zhao returned to the eaves and glanced at Yun Yang, who hurriedly threw away the dried sweet potatoes that had already cooled as if he had been sawed by a chainsaw, and took a copper basin from the hand of the Tsing Yi guard, waiting for Yun Zhao to wash his hands.

Yun Zhao washed his hands and the blood stains splashed on his face, and said to Yang Xiong, who was guarding the side: "Draft a letter to King Chuang, just say that I accidentally killed one of his donkeys and am ready to compensate him, I don't know if he wants a big black donkey, or a donkey with a white mouth and flowers." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yun Yang and Yang Xiong trembled together.

I didn't hear Yun Zhao further explain the meaning of the words, it seemed that he was referring to a donkey, and there was no metaphor, so he breathed a sigh of relief.