"The soldiers have merit, and this general deserves to be rewarded, but you, as the pioneer of this trip, have the most credit, how can you not be rewarded? If it spreads, those who don't know will think that I am a ungrateful person. ”

Lu Bu smiled and looked at Zhang Liao: "In this way, let's make you the captain of Xiaowu first, and then make meritorious deeds later, and promote you to Zhonglang General." ”

Hearing this, all the generals in the hall were envious.

Zhang Liao also knew that this was Lu Bu's weight on himself, so he immediately clenched his fists and replied extremely loudly: "General Xie!" ”

Making contributions and galloping on the battlefield is the dream of every hot-blooded man.

After resting in Luoyang for three or five days, Lü Bu led his army to set off again.

When the army marched to Wudujin and was about to cross the river, an envoy came from the direction of Hanoi, holding a letter with a ribbon in his hand, saying that he wanted to see Lü Bu.

Lü Bu asked people to bring it, and it turned out that Wang Kuang, the warden of Hanoi, finally gave up resistance and decided to surrender under the persuasion of Cai Yong. Then he sent someone to send the official seal of the county guard to show his sincerity.

Lu Bu, who learned of this, didn't think much about it, and gladly accepted Wang Kuang's surrender.

In the afternoon of the same day, the army crossed the Turbid River and entered Wen County.

Speaking of Wen County, this is still the fief of Lu Bu's lord 'Marquis Wen', with thousands of households, so the local people have to pay taxes every year. Because of the chaos in recent years, Lu Bu is a person who climbed up from the bottom, and he knows that it is not easy for ordinary people, so he ordered to save the tax of the people of Wen County.

As the sun sets down the hillside, the sky darkens.

"Brothers, it's getting dark, we have to speed up and try to get into the county seat before it gets completely dark." Pan Feng, who served as the central protector, carried a big axe, received Lu Bu's order, and conveyed it from the front to the back in turn.

More than ten miles, is the county seat of Wen County.

At this time, there are still many farmers still working hard in the fields.

"Uncle, it's all like this, why don't you go home yet?" Lübrema, who was walking down the road, asked an old farmer in the field in front of him.

The dark-skinned old farmer obviously didn't expect Lu Bu to stop asking, and subconsciously stepped back, his expression a little frightened. Just Lu Bu is dressed in style, and he is not a character he can afford to offend.

"Old man, my general asked you!" Seeing that the old farmer didn't answer, Wen Ji, who was carrying a halberd, shouted.

Seeing this, Lu Bu scolded Wen Ji in a low voice, so that he could not be rude. Then he signaled to the old farmer not to be afraid.

The old peasant saw that Lu Bu was not as arrogant as other big people, and even treated him a little kindly, and was flattered, but he finally mustered up the courage and replied: "If you go back to the general, it's still early, and the little old man is not in a hurry to go back." ”

When the old farmer replied, Lu Bu noticed carefully that the old man's two dry palms stained with mud were constantly rubbing back and forth on his shirt, and he didn't know where to put them, obviously very restrained.

Lu Bu glanced at the sky, although the sky had not completely darkened, the moon had already emerged early, exuding a pale yellow color.

"Uncle, it's not early! You'd better go back and rest early!" Lu Bu on horseback kindly reminded.

The old farmer shook his head slightly and said, 'Morning'.

After a period of small talk, Lu Bu learned from the old man that as long as it didn't rain heavily, they would be busy every day until after midnight before going home.

In this regard, Lu Bu was very puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "Is it because the grain harvested last autumn was not enough to eat?" ”

"If the harvest is less than 20%, you have to survive for a year, and you don't plough more land, how can you do it! Alas~~~" The old farmer couldn't help sighing, and he could hardly see a glimmer of hope for the future of life.

Lu Bu became more and more puzzled, and simply broke the casserole and asked: "Even the taxes stipulated by the imperial court every year add up to only about two or three percent, how can you only have less than two percent left?" ”

"It's not a good thing that the 'surnamed Lu' did!" Among the people who quietly gathered around to watch the play from the surrounding fields, a middle-aged man spoke with great displeasure.

"Shh~ Xiang Laoqi, you be quiet, dare to shout this, you don't want to die!" Someone nervously reminded that obviously that name was a taboo-like existence.

"Since he dares to do it, he is afraid that others will say it!" Xiang Lao Qi rolled up his sleeves, and there was a posture of risking his life, and said angrily: "What about the invincible and high-ranking power in the world, it is not as black as a crow in the world." I'll just say that, he, Lu Bu, is an inhuman black-hearted liver, sooner or later, he will have to go down to the Yama Palace, and be fried by the king of Hades! ”

As soon as the name 'Lu Bu' came out, the wolf cavalry camp behind him had an angry face, and the 'Woo' drew their knives one after another, exuding a strong killing intent. As long as Lu Bu gave an order, they could immediately execute all these unspeakable 'Diao people'.

The sudden attack of the wolf camp caused the people in the fields to change color and retreat, lest they should be killed.

Lu Bu suppressed the displeasure in his heart, raised his right hand, and waved it back twice.

Then, he hooked his finger towards Xiang Lao Qi, suppressing his anger: "Tell me, how did the surnamed Lu have a black heart?" ”

The surrounding farmers whispered to dissuade them, telling the reckless man beside him not to irritate the general in front of him anymore. Otherwise, there is a good chance that everyone will not escape death.

Xiang Lao Qi forcibly struggled, stepped forward, and said loudly: "What's the matter, anyway, Lao Tzu has had enough, the big deal is death!" ”

As he spoke, Xiang Lao Qi pointed to Lu Bu and angrily reprimanded: "That great Sima of yours is a tyrannical expropriator, and he has to levy more than half of our grain harvest every year. If they don't pay, the local officials will send people to rob and rob, and even kill people, causing many people to be ruined! ”

"This kind of guy who has done all the bad things is still regarded as a hero by the world. Bah, I wish he was dying soon! ”

Xiang Lao Qi scolded loudly, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had held in his heart in the past few years, but he didn't know that the man he scolded in his mouth was now in front of his eyes.

Cao Xing, Pan Feng and the others were angry, and they were about to step forward, how could they tolerate a mountain village man spitting on their own general like a shrew.

Inexplicably carried the black cauldron, Lu Bu was also extremely unhappy in his heart, but he didn't care about these things with a farmer. He stretched out his hand to stop Cao Xing, frowned and asked, "Isn't the tax on food and yi exempted a long time ago?" ”

"Excused? Oh, how could it be. ”

Xiang Lao Qi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed at himself. He had paid taxes for three or four years, and had never heard of such a waiver.

Seeing the disbelief on the faces of all the farmers, Lu Bu asked, "Who told you that you have to pay the tax?" ”

The answer was the same: the government.

When Lu Bu heard this, he turned his head and yelled at the soldiers behind him with a frosty face: "Go, Wen County Government!" ”