Pot, looking forward to finishing this bowl and adding another bowl.

Someone was shouting: "Who wants to surrender to the army? Those who want to surrender to the army, come here! There are pancakes! There are big pancakes to eat!" There were two dark "big pancakes" in their hands, about half the size of a palm.

Swinging in the air, seducing, making a group of people's heads follow the black pancake, from left to right, and then from right to left.

Of course, as a rule, only young and strong people are recruited.

Some people were so tempted that they wanted to sell their lives for two pieces of black cake at a low price, but they were dragged by their wives and children, and ended up sitting on the ground, hugging each other and wailing. Because everyone knows that the people at home are

As soon as the young man leaves, the family will be gone. If his wife and children are lucky, they may still be able to survive, but if they are not lucky, they may become food for others after a while.

There were also some who gritted their teeth and shook it off, surrendered to the army and took the pancakes. Some were cruel and just wanted to eat for themselves, but there were also some who gave them to their wives and children. After a long silence, they said, "Eat quickly, eat them all, Qian."

Don’t leave any leftover…

The wife knew that she couldn't hold on even if she had the leftovers. She bit and gnawed with all her strength, but she was crying and couldn't eat it. The child beside her also shed tears at first, but as she ate, she couldn't stop eating.

As she sat there, her tears stopped and she concentrated on eating the black pancake.

The man smiled, smiled, and cried when he turned around and left.

To be separated now is to say goodbye to death.

There are also some old people with some knowledge who try their best to persuade, "Don't join the army, you won't be able to come back... If we walk a little further, the court will not ignore us... the court will settle us..."

The fleeing team stretched endlessly, with more and more people at times, and most people didn't even have a clear purpose. They just knew how to follow the flow of people. It seemed that only in this way could they prove that they were still alone.

The chaotic team stretched on and on, and it seemed that there was no end or end in sight, and it seemed that it could not reach the edge. Compared with the chaos in the Jianghuai area in previous years, or compared with the situation of the Yellow Turban Rebellion in previous years,

It's as if they are two different worlds. Sometimes, some people in the team will lament, thinking about the past few years, everything they have seen, and thinking about what they did wrong, or what they did not do.

What made it become like this?

Jiangling is also in chaos, but what about Xiangyang?

Will it be better?

I heard that Liu Jingzhou is seriously ill again...

Autumn rain falls one after another, but it falls without a single one. It has no meaning of continuous spring rain. It only brings a bleak and cold chaos that is unspeakable, covering everything and spreading among everything.

……_(:з　∠)_……

Xiangyang City.

The autumn rain is like a knife, cutting down the grass, cutting off the leaves, and making people panic.

"I want to watch the autumn rain..." Cai Mao stood in front of the gate of the back garden and said in a deep voice, "You are waiting here, don't come and make any noise!"

"Master, it's raining..." the steward said cautiously from behind, "How about I let you hold an umbrella for the master?"

"No! I don't care about the swords, guns, and swords. Are you afraid that Xu Qiuyu won't do it?" Cai Hao waved his hand, "I'm just in a bad mood and want to be alone and meditate... I don't need you to wait on me. I'll just wait outside!"

"Wei!" Seeing Cai Mao's insistence, the steward said nothing more and led others to wait outside the back garden door.

Cai Hao walked into the back garden with his hands behind his back, then turned into the back room, took out his poncho and bamboo hat, put them on, and quietly walked to the corner door of the backyard, opened it, looked back for a while, and walked into the rain curtain.

There were not many pedestrians in the alley streets. Even if there were one or two people, they were holding umbrellas or wearing ponchos and hurried by.

Cai Hao braved the rain and turned into an alley, then opened a courtyard door, passed through the corridor, took off his poncho outside the hall, and then entered the hall.

After being fucked by Liu Biao that time, Cai Mao was like a peaceful little daughter-in-law. She seemed to act silently, think quietly, say nothing, and express nothing.

After Sun Quan withdrew his troops, Cao Cao did not completely evacuate Jingzhou. Instead, he stayed in the Xinye area for one reason or another. Wancheng and Runan also seemed to have disappeared from the memories of Liu Biao and Cao Cao.

In terms of restoring production and order, there is no doubt that the Qiaoqi troops are very experienced and powerful. Within three or four months, they have restored 50% to 60% of most areas bordering Wuguan. How much?

It already looked like an orderly town, instead of a den of thieves filled with death and chaos.

Of course, everyone knows how difficult it is to do such a thing well.

Cai Hao also wanted to do things well. After the previous lesson, Cai Hao finally knew that he might not be able to control Jingzhou with just his own family, or just himself...

Not long after, another person came into the courtyard, wearing a poncho, his face hidden under the bamboo hat. When he entered the hall directly in the courtyard, he took off the hat and poncho, leaving water stains on the wooden boards under the hall.

"Brother Yuanchang, please..." Cai Mao stood in front of the hall and held hands with each other.

The autumn rain fell on the rockery in the courtyard, triggering little bits of white smoke, and among the rugged hills, there seemed to be faint hints of swords and guns, as if there was a marching army, braving the rain, along the

Follow the rugged mountain road above the rockery and wind toward the front.

"Brother Cai..." Zhong Yao sat down slowly and said calmly, "This autumn is so bleak..."

Cai Hao did not respond, but first invited Zhong Yao to drink tea.

Jiangxia was almost divided between Cao Cao and Sun Quan, which has become the consensus of people in Jingzhou. Under this consensus, Liu Biao's incompetence became more and more obvious. The courage of riding into Xiangyang alone has gradually faded in the memory, and the remaining

What is more noticeable is his aging appearance and his weakness in facing outsiders.

"Good tea..." Zhong Yao said with a smile, "Could this be the so-called "fresh tea" produced by Qiusi?"

Cai Mao nodded slightly and said, "Exactly. I wonder if it can comply with Brother Yuan Chang's wishes?"

Zhong Yao laughed twice, "As for wine, I think the wine from Changshe is the best. After all, the water and soil of my hometown are very pleasant. As for this tea, I don't know much about it, so I can't comment..."

"Why not? If not forced, who would be willing to stay away from his hometown?" Cai Hao nodded and said.

The smell of tea is dense.

The sound of rain dripping.

After a while, Cai Hao couldn't help but said: "What do you mean by Sikong?"

Zhong Yao smiled: "The key is Brother Cai's intention... Sikong, there's nothing wrong..."

"really?"

"nature."

"Good." Cai Mao nodded, pointed slightly outside the hall, and said, "Thanks to Brother Yuanchang's great efforts, I will definitely remember it in my heart... Although this place is simple, it can still accommodate guests, so I asked Brother Yuanchang to stay temporarily.

The right should be at home..."

Zhong Yao nodded and smiled: "I know how to take care of myself. If Brother Cai has something important, you might as well do it yourself..."

Cai Hao stood up, saluted and said goodbye to Zhong Yao, then put on the poncho and bamboo hat placed outside the house, and slowly walked out of the yard, walking slowly in the rain.

The rain fell on the bamboo hat and poncho, making a crackling sound.

Cai Hao walked slowly, turned around the street, walked forward for a while, pushed open a half-open corner door in the alley, and entered the backyard. Then he took off his poncho and bamboo hat, put his hands behind his back, and walked out.

The back garden.

In the backyard, there are stewards and servants standing with hands hanging down.

Cai Mao calmly ordered: "Prepare soup, I want to take a bath..."

"Only..." The steward waved his hand quickly, and a servant hurriedly left. The servants immediately became busy. Some were preparing clothes, some were getting tea, and some were changing turbans for Cai Mao...

Someone's eyes fell on Cai Mao's wet robe and clogs stained with mud. But on a rainy day, walking in the back garden, isn't it normal for some rain and cement to be stained?
Chapter completed!