Following.

The sun was on the third pole, the spring breeze was slight, breathing the fragrance of the earth, Ning Rong stretched lazily, closed his eyes and dressed himself, listening to the sound of shouting from time to time in the distance, Ning Rong rubbed his sparse sleepy eyes, and opened the tent and walked out boredly.

Hey?

It rained last night?

Ning Rong smiled, he slept quite deeply, and he didn't even notice it.

Ning Rong looked at the wet ground, the grass under the root of the tent was green and lush, holding a touch of rain and dew, looking up at the blue sky in the distance, and comfortably opening his arms in the spring breeze.

Yes!

Come to my bowl with a warm wind!

The soldier looked at the stupid Mr. Ning, secretly squeezed his eyebrows, and laughed lowly.

"Hey! Come here! ”

Ning Rong stretched out his hand and pointed at the soldiers guarding the tent behind him, looking at his tired face, thinking that he was keeping a vigil for himself, his heart was warm, and his speech was much softer.

"Where's Lu Xun's kid?"

"Mr. Hui, Mr. Lu came to look for you early in the morning, and later saw that you were sleeping, so he went to Nanying with the general!"

Ning Rong raised his lips and smiled, looked at the young face in front of him, and thought, no wonder Cao Hong asked him to guard the tent, articulate, neither humble nor arrogant, a good part of the Cao family!

"That's it! Now you don't have to guard this place, you go and rest! ”

Ning Rong waved his hand to let him go to make up for sleep, and walked towards Nanying by himself, and the sound of the waves came before he reached Nanying.

Far away, I saw Yu Ban still standing there like a door god, silent with a face without saying a word, Lu Xun sometimes bright and sometimes sad and talking to a guy wearing a yellow scarf and not covering his body, and when he finished telling his sad story, Lu Xun not only gave him two hu cakes, but also gave his coat to the audience looking forward to, poor black boy.

"Come, it just rained last night, and it's the easiest to get typhoid fever when it's warm and cold, so let's give the child a shelter from the cold with this coat!"

Lu Xun personally jumped off the stage and put his clothes on the black boy's body, the two of them were about the same age, more than ten years old, but Lu Xun spoke like an adult.

The thin man stammered, rubbing the luxurious clothes while constantly thanking Lu Xun.

Plop! The man was moved to shed muddy tears, pulled the black boy to kneel on the ground together, and kowtowed to Lu Xun a few times.

"Childe's great kindness, villain can't be repaid! Childe's great grace ......"

"Hurry up, hurry up, uncle, you're a tormented boy!" Lu Xun hurriedly stepped aside, ignoring the dirt on the old man's body, and dragged him up, his mouth still relieved.

Looking at the kindness leaking from the eyes of the Yellow Turban thieves, Ning Rong nodded to Lu Xun with satisfaction, the people who were still on guard yesterday actually took the initiative to line up today and asked to come forward to speak.

Lu Xun saw the figure of the master, motioned to the two yellow scarves beside him to help their father and son back to rest, and then took a step forward and ran towards Ning Rong.

"Master~~"

"Hmmm! Bo Yan has grown a lot this night, hehe...... Is there any difficulty? ”

Hearing the master's straightforward praise, Lu Xun embarrassed to show a sincere smile, scratching his head and laughing.

"Master, these Yellow Turban Army are actually poor people, why don't you recruit them?" Lu Xun listened to the tragic things of these lonely and helpless people, and wanted to help them from the bottom of his heart, and asked hesitantly: "Could it be ...... Is it really necessary for the Son of Heaven's forgiveness edict? ”

The edict of the Son of Heaven?

Hehe...... A trace of disdain flashed at the corner of Ning Rong's mouth, and he thought, I'm afraid that Cao Cao doesn't care about that bullshit edict!

"The master can naturally recruit them, but ......" Ning Rong suddenly stopped, pointed to Lu Xun and pointed to the more than 10,000 people on the opposite side, and said meaningfully, "There are millions of Yellow Turban thieves, and these people are just a wave in the sea!" What's more, it is impossible for this group of yellow turban thieves with mixed good and bad to be recruited! ”

"Oh!"

Lu Xun nodded as if he didn't understand, although he didn't know what the master was thinking, but he understood the meaning, the master wanted to recruit these people.

That's enough to know! In his eyes, the wisdom of the master is like the silver mountain in front of him, standing for thousands of years without anyone being able to see its whole picture.

Only what the master promised, it will be done!

"That's right, master! These three baskets of Hu Biscuits are too few, not enough for them to eat, can they have more! Lu Xun's eyes lit up in a blink of an eye, looking forward to suggesting to the master.

Behold...... Ning Rong shook his head firmly, his face was calm without a little hesitation, he knew that there was no possibility of negotiation in this matter,

Doubt?

Lu Xun looked at the master a little confused, just some food, the master is kind-hearted, and the eldest and second babies in the family are willing to take them in, why can't they treat these innocent poor people well.

"Only wolves who can't eat enough will think about the future, Bo Yan, two times a day is enough, and tomorrow they will leave! Go ahead! ”

Ning Rong patted him on the shoulder, leaving Lu Xun with a pensive face, and turned around and walked towards the unusually tightly guarded tent close to the big tent of the Chinese army, there were still more than 20,000 Yellow Turban thieves on the Silver Mountain, Pei Yuanshao and the military division were captured alive, and now it was time to appease them.

After this night, I am afraid that the group of thieves who burned, killed and looted were already noisy, and if they turned their hearts and came to rob the camp, then their plans would be in vain.

Ning Rong thought about the question for a long time, and unconsciously came to the tent, the guards knew him, and they were about to bow their heads and salute, but Ning Rong stopped them.

"Is this Mr. Li still quiet?"

"Mr. Hui, since he was locked up here yesterday, he didn't cry or make trouble, he ate when he should eat, and he asked for two drinks during the period, but his subordinates didn't agree!"

"Hmmm! Go get a pot of wine! Ning Rong muttered to himself, could this be that Taishan ran without changing his face? Or have you given up hope of life?

The soldier replied in a low voice, and soon ran back with a pot of wine, Ning Rong took the flask and lifted the tent and walked in.

"What? Is my time coming? The man sat on the mat without looking back, facing inward, and heard only a faint voice.

Ning Rong looked at his emaciated back, and always felt that there was a feeling of loneliness in this person, it was a kind of sadness of heart death, faintly lingering on his body, the tattered Confucian robe was washed a little white, but it was very clean, this is a person with a story.

"Po~"

Ning Rong didn't speak, just pulled out the wine jug stopper in his arms, and the faint aroma of wine wafted in the tent, Mr. Li's nose moved slightly, and his eyelids showed a touch of surprise, and he quickly returned to the appearance of Gu Bo who was not shocked.