After leaving Liaodong for many years, Yanbei finally knew. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those characters who appeared in various postures after the chaos in the world, their final ending was sad and joyful, but when all the chaos first appeared, no matter what kind of political ideals they held, whether they were martial artists or scholars, high valves or poor families, in the end, all they thought about was the rise and fall of the world.

The husband is responsible.

When Yanbei was very young, he always wrapped his body tightly with Youzhou's skin, rode on the back of the master's ewe, and chased the herds of wild horses on the Saibei grassland with a long wooden stick.

When his mother was alive, she always said that she wanted him to remember the deepest memories of her short years, and she said that these things often indicate a person's future destiny.

Three years ago, Yanbei entered the tide of the times as a border horse thief and became a rebel commander with 50 soldiers.

It's just that at that time, he didn't know what kind of changes would happen in the next few decades in the world that was waiting for him.

Because that year was one hundred and eighty-fourth, the first year of Zhongping in the Later Han Dynasty.

History is known as the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

When the great sages and good teachers were alive, they always warned their followers to do more good deeds and do more good deeds in life.

But when their religion became an army, when the great virtuous and benevolent teachers were called the Heavenly Generals, and when the believers who helped others without asking for anything in return became warriors?

They have done all the bad things in this world.

People believe in one thing, so sure that they can give up hope for it. But in the end, it turned out to be the opposite...... There is nothing more devastating in this world than the collapse of a firm faith.

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Youzhou, Zhuo County, outside Fanyang County.

Yan Bei handed the hoe in his hand to the tenants who accompanied him, took the linen towel offered by the slave and wiped the sweat on his forehead, raised his hand to cover his forehead, looked at the early spring sun and the endless farmland around him, walked to the ridge of the field, turned over and straddled the horse, and ran all the way to the manor with the crisp horse luan bell.

The horses of the same size as the war horses of the Youzhou border army have four hooves, the long black and bright hair of Yanbei on the horse is pulled up at will on the shoulders, and the heroic nose bridge and narrow and thin lips under the slightly open eagle eyes merge into a pair of attractive and ambitious faces, which will definitely be considered to be the son of the Youzhou clan from a distance, and the most disadvantaged is also the squire's strong background.

This year, Yanbei was twenty years old, and if he didn't say it, no one would treat him as the son of a horseman, although this young wealthy family in the remote area of Youzhou had an enviable Soma kung fu.

But he never looked down on his origins, on the contrary, he was grateful to have a groom father who made him understand the difficulties of life.

When his teacher Zhang Jiao was alive, he always said that people should do good deeds and then work hard to live, which is why he still occasionally went to the fields to work with tenants even after owning 200 acres of fertile land.

Everything he has now is what he bought with his hands...... Even if the means are not clean.

His Zhuangzi was located forty miles west of the city of Fanyang, far from the city, and was more of a small fort than a manor. The one-zhang high wall is 400 steps square, and there are eight watchtowers on the wall and four corners, which look no different from ordinary large households.

Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, powerful families have built Wu forts on the land under their control, and this small defensive structure has swept the whole world almost in two years. When he followed the great sage, he participated in the defeat of two such forts...... Easy to defend and difficult to attack, one hundred and ten Zhuangke can defend against the attack of more than a thousand Yellow Turban Daoists with a hunting bow, and this simple defense facility impresses Yanbei.

When a white horse and two trotting retinues appeared outside the Wu Fort, the servants inside the fort had already opened the gate to welcome their master back.

Yanbei turned over and dismounted, threw the reins to the servants, washed his body with the well water in the fort and changed into a clean linen clothes, and came out of the side room, he saw the door of Wu Fort open, three Youzhou war horses galloped in, and the sturdy ranger dressed as a man turned over and dismounted, threw down the horsewhip with anger and asked him where he was going, and walked in stride.

With the sound of the wind from walking, the swords on the waists of the three of them collided with the leather armor and made a muffled sound.

"Erlang ......" was led by a heroic Youzhou man with an unkempt beard full of chins, but at this time he sighed heroically short, "The horse transported from Wuhuan was detained by the Youzhou border army. ”

Yan Bei nodded, closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, waved his hand and called a servant and said, "Go to the county government to ask for the county respect, no...... Please come to the banquet tomorrow night, and say that you have a new two catties of Taoxian wine, please come and taste it. ”

The surname of the master of Fanyang County is Chen, there is no other shortcoming, the only greedy for wine, and Jizhou Taoxian is famous for Hengshui liquor, and the reason why the imperial court has banned alcohol many times since the Han Dynasty and the emperor is that Jizhou liquor is sold too well and consumes too much food.

"Let's take a look at the tone in the county first." Yan Bei took the three of them to the main hall to sit down, and served warm soup to others, "Ayi, you gallop all the way back, rest first, it is not a big deal to lose some horses, don't be anxious about it." ”

The heroic young man called Ayi is named Wang Yi, Yanbei's childhood neighbor, his father is a blacksmith, the two are from similar backgrounds, they have been playing together since childhood, and later Yanbei's elders were plagued, and thanks to Wang Yi's parents taking care of the three brothers, this situation did not change until Yanbei's brother followed the Taiping Road five years ago.

"San Lang sent a message from someone yesterday, and he will return it today, so let's wait for him and make plans."

There are three brothers in Yanbei, the elder brother Yannan died on the battlefield of Jizhou in the first year of Zhongping, he picked up a life and came back, and the third brother Yandong did not participate in the war that affected the world because of his young age, and is now in charge of Yanbei's business of smuggling salt and iron in Yuyang, Youzhou.

There are more than 20 war horses, more than a dozen slaves, and more than 20 Yellow Turban veterans who escaped from the battlefield in Jizhou, and these two hundred acres of fertile land alone cannot support them...... In order to rebuild their lives in Yanbei over the years, a group of people worked as rogues on the grassland, and also served as outlaws who privately minted copper coins, and finally relied on smuggling Wuhuan and Xianbei horses to sell them into the Central Plains and smuggling salt and iron from Yuyang to make a lot of profits.

Today, these two unpopular industries have become the main source of money for Yan's Wubao.

"The war horse was detained this time, and we can't wait for a small profit." Yan Bei sat down like a scholar after kneeling for a few cases, and saw that Wang Yi was still knocking the pottery bowl on several cases with two bowls of warm soup in a row, and comforted with a smile: "A few days ago, I heard that the Qiang Barbarian Rebellion in Liangzhou is getting more and more intense, and the imperial court will not sit idly by, and it will definitely send troops to fight in the past two years...... Hey, hey, that's it. ”

Yanbei has made a lot of money relying on war horses in recent years, and he is extremely concerned about this kind of information. War horses are only 10,000 dollars a horse, in recent years due to turmoil in various places, grain prices, iron prices, horse prices have soared, when the emperor is mediocre, he likes to trap the good war horses in the palace to watch, resulting in a BMW in the past few years can reach dozens of gold or even hundreds of gold is hard to find, Yanbei is expected to wait until the situation is stable, horse prices will fall.

It's a good time to get out at this time!

At this moment, the congregation respectfully knocked on the door of the hall and said, "Xiao Langjun is back." ”

Yan's Wubao called Yanbei Langjun or the head of the family, he didn't even get married, and naturally he didn't have a son, the so-called Xiao Langjun was his younger brother, the third brother Yandong who dredged the relationship between salt and iron in Yuyang County.

"Brother, I'm back."

With a greeting with insufficient confidence, a young man with a somewhat similar face to Yanbei but a little sturdy walked into the hall, saw that Wang Yi was also there, greeted the two brothers with a smile, and then sat down under a few cases and abandoned the servants, and then whispered to the two: "Brother, Yuyang's salt and iron, I'm afraid I can't do it!" ”

"What?" If the horse business can't go on without the slightest impact on Yanbei, if the salt and iron business can't go on in this case, it will undoubtedly be a great blow to the Yan family. "What's going on, what's wrong with Yuyang?"

Relying only on 200 acres of fertile land, the corn produced throughout the year is just enough for the people of Wubao to eat and the new grain for the next year.

"Brother, it's not Yuyang, it's the state capital." Yan Dong sighed, and said with regret on his face: "Today's Youzhou Thorn History is named Tao Qian, a veteran of Danyang, and he shined during the Yellow Turban Rebellion...... Brother, you know him too, right? In the first year of his appointment, he rectified the officials, dismissed all the officials we knew well in Yuyang, and now he ordered the state and county to search for the remnants of the Yellow Turbans, I don't think we will do anything in the past two years......"

Yan Dong's words were not finished, although he had not participated in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he knew what the Yellow Turban Remnant Party meant...... Not to mention, there are more than twenty Yellow Turban remnants in Yan's Wuli, all of them are his brother's old department, they are a group of fugitives on the battlefield in Jizhou back then, and his brother is their leader!

And Yan Bei's face changed color as early as when his younger brother mentioned the name Tao Qian, and he didn't remember what to dismiss Yuyang Yantie or search for the Yellow Turban Yu Party.

How many midnight dreams, those sharp and bright spears tore apart his sweet dreams like lightning, the terror of the Han army's iron cavalry crushing their line has always followed him closely, and his brother also died in that battle, of course he remembered the name of the leader of the Han army from Danyang!

You ask him if he knows Tao Qian?

Of course he knew that on the battlefield of Jizhou, Yanbei was only one spear away from Tao Qian when he was closest to it, and his brother's corpse pressed against him, and Tao Qian's spear through his brother's body left a terrible scar on his chest!

He never told his third brother who had died at his hands, and he thought he would go to the grave with this hatred.

"Shut up!" Yan Bei narrowed his eyes, and his powerful palm slapped on a few cases, so that Yan Dong's words were held back again, Yan Bei's eyes like eagle eyes swept over Wang Yi and Yan Dong's faces, "You remember, Yan's Wubao are all serious businessmen, we can sell war horses, and we can also smuggle salt and iron, but the Yellow Turban Yu Party ...... It doesn't matter, you know? ”

He once vowed to lead the old department to rebuild his life, forget the memories of those who raised his sword to attack the county and slaughter the people, and never mentioned the first year of Zhongping with blood and fire.

But does forgetting the past mean forgetting along with the hatred of the past?

Yan Bei's eyes flashed with fierce light, with a little hesitation.