The Han Dynasty has been established for nearly four hundred years.

It has been four hundred years since the Emperor of Han, whether it is good or bad, they are all emperors.

It's like a good year or a bad year, it's all year.

Some new ideas, but still many old habits.

Young people are willing to accept new ideas, but most elderly people will hold old habits, not because the elderly do not know the benefits of new ideas, but because the elderly often only have these old habits left.

Because these habits are their lives...

If these habits are denied, will their lives still have meaning?

The sun had just risen from the horizon. Cao Zhen, who had not closed his eyes all night, looked at the rising sun in winter and breathed a long breath of turbid air.

It is not as simple as imagined to be hiding in the day and coming out at night.

Humans who have come from ancient times originally worked during the day and rested at night, but now they are turned upside down, just like big men who have fallen out of the way. They are not unable to survive, but they are very uncomfortable.

The guide was an old man with more wrinkles on his face than bark, but he was still healthy and he didn't seem to be tired after crossing mountains and rivers. On the contrary, although the soldiers under Cao Zhen could not be said to be not elite, perhaps they still had armor and swords on their bodies, and they were out of breath when they were up and down in the ravines.

『I'm used to walking.

The old man said.

The old man has no name or surname.

When the marching stove was built, the mutton was chopped into pieces of different sizes and threw it into the pot together with the bones.

The orange-yellow fire seems to be the only warmth in this world.

In the cold winter, there is a bowl of hot mutton soup, soak some black noodles cakes, and after a bowl of them, all the energy will be returned.

Cao Zhen ate a bowl with a snoring breath, let the guards make a bowl, and then looked at the old man opposite, then took out a piece of mutton from his bowl, put it in the bowl that the old man had eaten, and sat down next to the old man, and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, how far is this from Beiqu?"

The old man did not show gratitude because of Cao Zhen's show of kindness, but looked indifferently at the distance, "There is still two days left."

The old man's eyes were a little muddy, as if years of vicissitudes of life had penetrated into his eyes.

Cao Zhen looked at the old man and felt a little scared. After thinking about it, he took out a purse from his body and handed it to the old man. "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any good things. Some gold and silver are also a reward... The father-in-law took it back to supplement the household expenses."

The old man glanced at his purse and shook his head, "Thank you, noble man, but I am alone and have no family. I can't use these money. The noble man should take it back."

Cao Zhen was a little embarrassed, but he did not take back his wallet, but threw it to the old man. "This... I'll buy more wine and meat and have fun at that time, so there's no need to refuse!"

The old man didn't say anything and didn't touch the wallet.

The rising sun gradually rises.

The bonfire was filled to avoid exposing its whereabouts.

Cao Zhen looked at the sky and felt like a worm hidden in the darkness. He could only climb out in the darkness, and he could only retract back into the darkness gap in front of the light.

It seems that this is not supposed to be...

He should be the representative of the orthodox Han Dynasty, why has it become like this now?

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Fan Xian stood on the hill and looked around. In addition to the gray and yellow, there were only black and black pine trees on the low hills.

In the cold winter, not all trees are pine and cypress.

Except for the pine and cypress, all other trees have lost their leaves.

It's like if everyone likes a place.

Fan Xian didn't like Beidi and Beiqu. The reason why he didn't like it was not that he really hated this land, but that he found that he had no light here. Just like the original shrub, he could still get some sunlight when there was no tree trunks, but once the shade of the trees became a forest, the shrub could only look forward to the little bit of light that leaked from the cracks of the trees pitifully.

It’s not that the shrubs do not want to grow taller, but that they are congenitally restricted.

If we could enjoy the sunshine, rain and dew alone, who would think about what poetry and the distance would be?

Poetry, Fan Xian did not.

After all, Fan Xian is also a native of the North, with some strength and some people, but he knows nothing about scriptures and other things.

So only the distance is left.

If Fan Xian went to Shandong in normal times, what good treatment would such an exile person in the north receive in Shandong? Obviously, it would be great not to be crushed or ridiculed.

So Fan Xian must make contributions...

Cao Zhen is Fan Xian’s opportunity.

Fan first arrived at a bush from the edge, then shouted in a low voice. Under the bush on the side, a cover was lifted up and two or three people crawled out of the pit.

『How is it?』 Fan Xian threw a wine gourd over, 『What changes are there in the Beiqu Workshop Camp?"

The man crawling out of the nest in the ground was holding a wine gourd and said carefully, "Yesterday a team of soldiers came... there were about fifty or sixty people, it seemed to be a routine inspection, and he left again in the evening..."

"Routine examination?" Fan Xian frowned and said, "Didn't you come once last time? Why did you check again?"

『…』The person in charge of surveillance was speechless.

Fan Xian reacted and waved his hand, "It's okay. I've brought you some wine and meat... Thank you for your hard work, eat, drink and rest first..."

The people in charge of surveillance were overjoyed when they heard this and got up one after another. No matter the black mud on their bodies and hands, they grabbed the wine and meat and ate and drank a lot.

Fan Xian got out of the pit and was almost smothered by the stench inside the ground. He held back and pulled forward for a while, then looked at the Beiqu Workshop in the distance from the hollowed-out gap.

The Beiqu Workshop Camp and Beiqu County are distributed along the Qushui River.

Because after water is used in the workshop, it will inevitably bring some pollution to the water, so for the sake of life safety, the living areas of the county town are built in the upstream area, a distance apart.

There are garrisons in the Workshop Camp and Beiqu County.

There are many garrisons in Beiqu County, after all, there is a small schoolyard there.

There are also workshops and villages, with a number of about one hundred.

Although there were a lot of people, Fan Xian knew that these soldiers were ordinary county soldiers. Because Beiqu had not had any external threats for a long time, he naturally could not use elite troops to guard them.

After watching for a long time, Fan Xian didn't see anything abnormal. Perhaps because the war in Hedong was approaching, inspections and inspections were strengthened?

After leaving the ground nest, Fan Xian let out a long breath, feeling that the original ordinary air seemed to be sweet.

Seeing the people surveillance here tearing the flesh, like a starving ghost reincarnated, Fan Xian also felt it was not easy, so he said, "I will bear it for a few days. After these hard days, I will take you to Shandong to enjoy the happiness! Yang knows it? The fourth generation and the three masters! They are as a guarantee, and we can all go to Shandong! That place is warmer than ours, and it will not be closed if the door is snowed. If you want to eat a good meal, you don't know where to go! After doing this trip, everyone will have land, wine and meat every day! All are rich!"

The people who were watching all laughed, "We have all been blessed by the old man! Don't worry! Even if we die, we will never delay the big affairs of the man!"

Fan Xian also smiled, "What are you talking nonsense? You must live well! You are all dead, what's the point of living alone? I agreed to enjoy the luxury together, that is, I want to enjoy the luxury together! There is still some wine here, so I can keep it to keep the cold at night... I will endure it for another two days...

Wait for two more days!

Yes, wait for two more days...

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In the Hedong area, the cold winter only showed a little hideousness, but in the northern desert, it was unscrupulous to use the wind and snow.

The snow in the mounds and forests is very thick.

Under the sunshine, the snow surface is very dazzling.

Zhang He was covered in fine veil and stared at the snowy surface between the mountains and forests.

There were no birds flying in the forest, nor were there little beasts that rushed out of the pine forest, and it was as quiet as a dead place.

Zhang He frowned, turned over and dismounted. After thinking about it, he inserted his spear on it, then picked up a shield and pulled out the battle knife.

"General!" The guard stepped forward, "I'll take the lead!"

Zhang He nodded, "Beware of the trap."

There are some traces of dragging on the ground, perhaps left by the scouts that disappeared before.

Zhang He stood the shield in front of him, half bent over, but only showed his eyes and glanced around the edge of the shield.

This is the angle between two hillsides, sheltering from the wind, and other places except the woodlands are very empty. Scouts will not miss this kind of place.

『Hand up the shield! Go forward!』

The guard who acted as a temporary commander shouted loudly. Under his command, Zhang He was like an ordinary soldier, sneaked into the loose scattered line and advanced forward.

Zhang He found that a team of scouts had lost contact.

He is a very experienced general and a powerful general who has experienced countless battles. He immediately noticed something was wrong, and followed the traces of the scout and tracked it here.

The personal guards also scattered one after another, and Zhang He's armor was no different from them. In order to confuse the enemy, he was the first to leave the crowd, like an ordinary vanguard. The guards who were giving orders were more like the leader of the team.

There was still no sound in the dark pine forest, but there seemed to be a tiger hiding, peeping at them through the gaps in the forest.

Zhang He was implementing Zhao Yun's strategy, and he needed to go around the rear of the Black Stone Forest to find the right opportunity to give Cao Chun a fatal backstab.

It would be a loss to fight hard with Cao Jun.

In the cold weather, the mortality rate of injured soldiers will be very high.

Even if a military doctor follows the army, the broken wound will bring the risk of temperature loss. No matter how well it is wrapped, it is impossible to maintain the temperature as if it is not injured.
To be continued...