Of course, the gentry in these places will never explain clearly whether they gave it to you or the robbers, or whether it was robbed by the cavalry. It will not be said how much it is. It may even expand its own losses for some purposes. Just like after Midi Bank was robbed, the money lost and the money robbed by the robbers will never match.

But in Cao Chun's eyes, these numbers invisibly "verified" what he hoped...

The cavalry army can no longer control those naughty people!

In this way, wouldn't it be...

"Miscellaneous, wonderful!" Cao Chun laughed loudly, then pointed his finger at a certain place, "Come on! Send orders, pack up the equipment, and prepare to go to war!"

"…" The guard hesitated and did not move.

Cao Chun turned his head, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned into a smile, "Don't worry, don't you go directly to fight the cavalry... We want to attack the weak points! Is it difficult to fight head-on, but don't you even dare to lose food?!"

The guard suddenly realized and answered loudly.

On the map, the place name pointed out by Cao Chun has two small characters for Li.

Fangcheng.

...

...

The tenth year of Taixing, January 21st.

The Zhou gentry of Fangcheng also received the news that the cavalry army had swept over Youzhou. He realized that the world of the Han Dynasty would eventually change.

"Master of the family! What should I do if it changes this day?"

The old butler shivered, and his turbid eyes showed concerns about Zhou's future.

Old man Zhou started to work, his fingers kept counting inside his sleeves.

This is a technology.

Each knuckle of the finger represents a certain number, just like a nine-cage grid. It is said that when practicing this technique to a high level, you don’t even need to use finger calculations to directly calculate mentally.

He was calculating his own money and food.

『Open another position!』

After a long time, Old Man Zhou whispered.

"The head of the family, are you still open? These refugees are bottomless pits, and they can't fill up no matter how many warehouses they open!" said the old butler of the Zhou family.

As the war spread, some people in Youzhou fled in scattered places to escape the war. Fangcheng is located east of Yijing, while Fangcheng is Yongnu in the northeast, and Quanzhou is down the southeast.

Therefore, there are many refugees who have been exiled to Fangcheng.

Now these people have been kept by Zhou.

Of course, what can keep refugees is food.

Zhou's grain.

Old Man Zhou looked up and looked at the lintel in the foyer of his house.

There is a plaque issued by the Han Dynasty on the lintel. The plaque should have been written in black on red, but because of the long time, and the wars at the end of this year and the beginning of this year, it was not cleaned up, let alone wiped it from time to time. It was somewhat dusty and looked red or red, and it was not black.

Some of the lacquer surfaces are cracked, revealing a gray-brown bottom.

A spider made a net between the lintel and the plaque, drooping a thread down, shaking in the wind.

There are four words on the plaque, "Assessed Family".

"Look at that plaque..." Old man Zhou said slowly, "Always be worthy of this..."

"Old man!" the manager whispered, "If you open again, that family... is not enough!"

『It's not enough, it's better!" Old man Zhou gritted his teeth, "I want those refugees to know that this is the last warehouse! Moreover, our Zhou family will accompany the refugees to drink porridge! Collect wild vegetables! Work in the fields! I'll go too!"

"Old man..." The manager still wanted to persuade him.

After all, for the age of Old Zhou, he drinks porridge that can only last forever every day, and also does farm work with refugees. Even if he keeps some, he still feels like he has stepped into the gates of hell.

"Why don't you go and find the government office..."

Old man Zhou smiled, "Do you think the government is useful at this time?"

"This..." The manager couldn't speak.

"The more you are at this time, you have to rely on these pickled refugees..." Old man Zhou said, "Also, divide all the land deeds..."

"What?! Tian Qi also wants to divide it?" The manager was shocked.

Old Man Zhou closed his eyes and nodded heavily, "Otherwise... if... a fire burns, the Zhou family will have nothing! If it is sent to the tenants, it will be in the hands of our Zhou family!"

Although it was a bit confusing, the manager finally understood, "I heard that... the cavalry army had Shinda Masato. If this was done, what if those guys were so cruel..."

'It's okay.' Old Man Zhou smiled, 'Do you think those guys can recognize words? Even if they can recognize words, they can understand arithmetic? Okay, even if they can recognize words and understand arithmetic, how can they know the digital marks of the Zhou family? In the end, it depends on us?! After the division is made, Tian Qi is in their hands, but we still have to collect the taxes! When the limelight passes, the world is peaceful, which family does not have any headaches, no weddings and funerals? What else can they do if they have to use money? This... is the Zhou family, who is thrifty and thrifty, and passes on the way for all generations...'

"I understand." The manager lowered his head, "I'll do it now..."

『Wait...』 Old Man Zhou called out to the manager who was preparing to go down, 『Are the flag ready?"

"Everything is ready..." The manager stood at the door and ordered, and a servant took several flags and came in.

The managers unfold one by one.

There is a big man with a black flag on a red background.

There is a Cao family, with two characters from Dong, like two villains with hats.

There are also cavalrymen, three colors...

Old man Zhou slowly looked at it, touched it, and then sighed.

"Hey... whoever comes will remember to hang whoever comes up... As long as these lands are still ours, it doesn't matter what flag it is..."

The manager agreed, but hesitated for a moment and said, "Old man, if... if all of them are here..."
Chapter completed!