Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 2546 One wants to see through everything

   Shinban has fallen.

  The reason for the fall was not that the city was attacked by Dingling people, but because the defenders in the city's mixed formation rebelled.

  The Benzen of Shinban took the lead in rebelling.

  Benjin people are basically Samhan.

  The south of Lelang County is basically the area of ​​the later Bangzi Kingdom, and many of these guys, including Zhenfan Lintun and even Fuyu, belong to the Sanhan family.

  Samhan is Jinhan Mahan Byeonhan, known as the center of the universe...

   Well, perhaps from this perspective, Samhan’s idealism can be called the pinnacle level.

  The northern part of the peninsula was the four counties of Han in the early days, and of course the remaining one is the first county of Han. Among them, some of Buyeo are descendants of Wiman Joseon. Of course, there are also some northern bangzi who deny that they are descendants of Weiguo, saying that they themselves are native bangzi.

  Samhan has been bragging since the Han Dynasty, even stronger than the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions. Mahan is in the west, and it is said that there are fifty-four countries. Chenhan is in the east, and there are two out of ten countries. Bianhan is in the south of Chenhan, and there are also ten out of two countries. The sum is more than twice that of the Western Regions, which is amazing...

  In the early days when there was no cultural exchange with the Central Plains, that is, the Han Dynasty, the people of Sanhan basically worshiped primitive people, similar to the ancient tribal habits of China. At the beginning, the Benchen people didn't even have architecture, they dug soil to build a house, and there was no difference between men and women. There are mixed settlements and no city walls. It is an earthen room, shaped like a tomb, and the account is opened on the top. I don't know how to kneel down. Moreover, it is considered that a flat head is the most precious, that is, a child is bet on a stone as soon as he is born...

The culture, customs, and Bianchen people are very different from the Han people. Therefore, to a certain extent, they are not of the same mind as Gongsun Jun. When the risk was greater, these Bianchen people immediately abandoned Gongsun Jun.

The leader of the Dingling National People's Congress laughed, and then ordered that all Gongsun Jun be beheaded, and asked to make Gongsun Kang's head into a wine bowl, because he felt that Gongsun Kang's head was very round and suitable for making a wine bowl, not like a flat head. Chen Ren is as flat as a big cake.

  At the same time, the commander-in-chief also felt that the old wizard's method was good, and began to dispatch personnel in batches, asking them to take the Benchen people to Zhenfan and Lintun to recruit and surrender, and to obtain more county towns and villages as soon as possible.

  『Is this what you want to tell me? 』The commander-in-chief asked the old wizard. He felt that the old wizard seemed to show a strategy to deal with the Han people through such an incident.

  The old wizard nodded, his wrinkled and colorful face seemed to reveal a look called wisdom.

  『But the problem is that there are no Benchen people on the territory of the Han people? The commander looked back at those Benchen people who would fly like a propeller if they had a tail inserted, and it was difficult to expand their thinking for a while, "Could it be possible to send these people to Han?" 』

  『My king... doesn’t necessarily have to be from Bianchen...』 The old wizard said with a smile, "Have you forgotten that there are actually many people from other places in the Han army..."

  Ding Ling, leader of the National People's Congress, eyes lit up, "You mean..."

  『Hehe...』 The old wizard put on a look of a prophet, and smiled a little reservedly.

"No, this seems to be a bit wrong..." The commander realized the problem, and turned his head to look at those Benchen people, "We can let these guys be dogs because we are stronger than these Han people here, right now, Right? So these Benchens come to be our dogs, but in... those places, the Chinese are, uh... as powerful as us, so... that's a problem, right? 』

  The old wizard was stunned for a moment, and then pretended that he hadn't been punctured by the tiger's skin, and said with a confident look, "Actually, this question is very simple... think about it carefully, my lord..."

  As the old wizard spoke, his eyeballs rolled.

  The question that the commander-in-chief mentioned is indeed a problem.

  Whether it is in the grassland desert or in the land of the Three Koreas, it is a law of survival to be attached to the strong.

  It doesn’t matter whether it is the Benchen people who are inclined to the primitive level, or the tribes in the grassland and desert, it is not a problem for them to change masters at will, as long as the master is strong enough.

  The Huns are strong, they submit to the Xiongnu, Xianbei forces them to submit to Xianbei, and now the three-color Han people are strong, they also submit to the three-color Han people, all of which are the same customs and traditions.

  『It’s actually very simple…』 The old wizard was still stubborn, 『It’s very simple…』

"Oh! I see! ”Maybe the Grand Commander was younger than the old wizard, so he reacted first, and clapped his hands, “Just like last time? 』

  『Last time? ’ The old wizard coughed, ‘My lord, why don’t you talk about it…’

  『Not all Han people are of three colors...』The commander looked at the old wizard and said seriously, 「Just like what you said last time, not all enemies are enemies, and not all friends are friends...」

The old wizard also reacted, and the smile on his face deepened, "My respected king, wise king, you have found the weakness of the Han people... I believe that under the leadership of the king, we will definitely fight back and return to China." Our court...'

  The commander-in-chief laughed out loud, waving his arms happily, "That's right! We can! must! 』

The Benchen people in the distance didn't know what the commander of the Dingling National People's Congress and the old wizard were laughing at, but since they were dogs, the dogs would also laugh when the owner was smiling, so they couldn't wait to see the dog on the side. Putting his tail on his buttocks, he bent his waist closer to the ground, with a shy face, and kept laughing along with him.

  …ヽ(^o^)丿…

  Leave aside those Benchen people who are dogs for the time being, and look back at Chang'an City, which is getting more and more smoky.

   On the stage of Qinglong Temple in Longshouyuan, many ordinary people surrounded them.

  In Qinglong Temple, of course, it is a debate venue where there are famous scholars talking and laughing, but the topics discussed in those debates cannot be participated by the vast majority of ordinary people at present, and they do not understand. Even if some can understand occasionally, let them speak, they can't organize the language to express it.

  Therefore, since Chang'an Sanfu became popular for storytelling, here in Qinglong Temple, there is naturally a stage reserved for storytellers, or a stage.

  Chinese opera, in fact, has sprouted since the pre-Qin period.

  Of course, the period when opera was relatively mature and developed was in the Yuan Dynasty.

  In fact, for this opera, compared with the Han officials at that time, the Yuan Dynasty Mongols who had no "culture" played a vital role in promoting opera culture.

  What was before the Yuan Dynasty? Han Fu is not something ordinary people can play with. Tang poetry, that is the sharp weapon of the top literati, and there are people who vomit blood tired of scrutinizing a word. Song Ci, in the words of later generations, it is petty bourgeoisie, it is literature and art, and it is the petty interest among literati.

  The above items are far away from ordinary people.

  For example, Ban Gu recited in cadence, "Zhou Lu is thousands of columns, and the way is wrong." The chariot road was operated, and Feige was repaired. From the Weiyang to the Gui Palace, the bright light in the north extends to Changle. Ling Yudao surpassed Xiyong, and built a chapter to connect foreign affiliations. Set up the phoenix gate of the Bi Gate, go up the edge of the goblet and live in the Golden Jue...』

   Then the people stared round, "What is this melon skin talking about?" ! 』

  『Oh, he was talking about a house. 』Someone explained.

  『What house? How does it sound like you are talking about a hammer? 』

   Tang poetry and Song Ci are almost the same.

  『Since the spring comes, miserable green and sad red, it is possible to have a heart. In the sun, the flower shoots, the warbler wears willow belts, still lying under the fragrant quilt. Warm and crisp, greasy and cloudy, tired of combing all day long. No that! Once the hatred is gone, there will be no audiobook...」

  『Longdi Dong obediently, it’s a terrible time, I don’t understand a sentence. 』The people of the Southern Song Dynasty stared.

  『Oh, it means that there is a woman named Huaichun. 』

"Hi! Then just say that you can't get mad? 』

  Probably so.

   Until Yuan Qu Dacheng.

  It is suitable for all ages, it is elegant and elegant, the Mongols laugh at it, and the common people can understand it.

   Now Feiqian is here.

   Fei Qian fiddled with some things and came out.

As a result, scripts that are closer to the common people appeared, and operas naturally prospered, not only "Nuo Opera", but also more comprehensible repertoires, although there are not many, but in Dahan Entertainment Life and its scarcity are undoubtedly very attractive.

In addition to the winter slack, many people in the four miles and eight villages sold the Zhuanghe that they had worked hard for a year, and when the New Year approached, they were thinking about buying something for themselves, and the gathering at Qinglong Temple was obviously bigger than that in Chang'an It is more lively, with more people, and there are everything from cheap to expensive goods, so it naturally attracts many ordinary people to come to the market to purchase.

Although these ordinary people can't understand what the scholars and scholars in Qinglong Temple are talking about and arguing about, but they can hear and see some "opera" on the stage of Qinglong Temple, which can make them fascinated. forget me...

  Although Dahan's current "opera" is very superficial.

   Nowadays, operas adapted from scripts are very popular, including "Youth Doctor" and "Young Hussars of the Guard"...

As for why they are all in the "Youth" series, it is generally because life is a desk, and most of it is full of cups and cups. There are too many regrets and regrets. The older you are, the more cups you have. , so I would think that if I was a teenager, I would be able to do so, like that genius doctor, or like Wei Hussar, how wonderful it would be.

   Today's performance is "Youth Guard Hussars".

  Before the stage, there were crowds of people.

There are no loudspeakers in this era. If you stand farther away, you can't hear what is shouting and singing on the stage. The young man fought back angrily under the beating and oppression of the slaves, and when he drove those slaves away, he gave out warm applause, shouted along with the actor, and there was a lot of noise.

  『Don’t bully young people into poverty...tsk tsk...』

  Yang Jun repeated this sentence in a murmur, and then sighed slightly.

The audience was full of voices scolding those slaves. Yang Jun took a closer look at the people around him. They all looked at them very seriously. Some were waving their fists with anger, and some were applauding the guy dressed as Wei Qing. , and some opened their mouths wide as if they had put themselves on the stage...

  『Hussars are really good skills...』

  Yang Jun silently wrote this down in his heart.

  He came to pick up Huan Dian.

   To be precise, it is "begging for bones".

Because Huan Dian's guards were involved in the rebellion in Chang'an, many people were unwilling to be involved, let alone sent back to Yuzhou, and Huan Dian's family did not dare to set foot in Guanzhong Sanfu easily, so they found it Luoyang Yang's place.

  Yang Jun couldn't help his old friend's affection, so he finally nodded and was willing to come out for a walk.

   However, Chang'an is also Yang Jun's sad place.

  He wandered around Chang'an in the past few days, almost once in the city and in the mausoleum. His footprints were left in Wenjiwu City, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he was.

  When he was captured back then, even if he was finally redeemed, he might not have no resentment and curses in his heart, but now he found that those resentments and curses of his did not stay in Guanzhong, but followed him to Luoyang.

  Luoyang has not changed much in the past few years. Except that the farmland around Luoyang has indeed been developed a lot more than before, there seems to be not much difference in the rest. The Heluo area, which is located in the corridor between Guanzhong and Shandong, seems to produce nothing, and the local materials are relatively scarce. Even the prices of goods in the markets around Luoyang are much higher than those in Chang'an.

  The reason why the commodity is expensive is because merchants raise prices, and the reason why merchants raise prices is because Luoyang does not produce locally and has to collect taxes, so the price is naturally raised. So that although Heluo and Chang'an are separated by a Tongguan, it is very likely that the prices of the same materials are quite different.

  But Yang Jun doesn’t understand economics, so he thinks that the high price of Heluo’s goods is due to Hushi’s order to make the people in Luoyang suffer, and then fled to Guanzhong...

  Even this drama storyteller is a means of hussars, a means of dealing with the common people.

   This is deceiving the scholars of the gentry and paralyzing the common people!

   You can tell at a glance that they are all fake!

  Did Wei Qing dare to beat the slaves back then?

  Do you dare to speak out?

  If Wei Qing had said too much, he would have been beaten to death. What kind of thing can a slave of the princess's family kill a servant who feeds the horse?

  『Here you are, write down everything they sang and said...』Yang Jun ordered his followers.

  The attendant nodded, then took out the wooden tablet and ink pen, and squeezed forward.

  Although I don’t know if it’s useful or not, Yang Jun is still going to write it all down.

  Even if Fei Qian can only be disgusted for a while, it can be regarded as a little bit of the anger that Yang Jun was imprisoned back then.

  Yang Jun didn't want to stand with those ordinary people, he felt that he lost his identity.

  So he asked his servants to record, and then he walked along the periphery of the crowd, and after a few steps, there was a small-scale market, where various groceries were sold, which were used by ordinary people.

  Yang Jun came to a bearer, and there was salted fish on the stall.

   To be precise, they are all broken fish pieces, fish heads and tails.

  Yang Jun rolled up his sleeves slightly, picked up the salted fish and smelled it, and a strong salty smell came straight to his nose. He asked Dan Lang, "Excuse me, how do you sell this dried fish?" Where did it come from? 』

  The peddler looked up at Yang Jun, "Old man, you... these are all pieces of fish... there are no good ones, you have to go to the city to get good ones..."

  Yang Jun smiled, "Of course I only ask you if I want to buy it. Don't worry, I will buy a few catties when the servants come over." 』

  The man stood up with a smile on his face, "This old gentleman has a good eye. Although these are all broken, the fish and salt used are unambiguous!" Mister might as well try it! 』

  Yang Jun shook his eyebrows, then put down the fish head. Mama skin, what's so good about salted fish head, is it kissing with salted fish?

  Yang Jun asked, "I see that you use salt well. Salt is expensive. Wouldn't it be a waste to use it to marinate fish?" 』

The salesman said without hesitation: "The old man does not know, this salt is not from Shandong, nor is it from central Sichuan. Both Shandong salt and Sichuan salt are expensive, but this is Western Region salt. It is from the Western Regions." Yes, it is said that there is a salt lake over there, which is full of salt, and the carts and carts can't finish it! 』

  『Western Regions? salt lake? ’Yang Jun’s eyebrows trembled again, ‘Have you ever been to the Western Regions? 』

  『Ah, it would be great if the villain could go to the Western Regions. It is said that the ground is full of gold and jade, and there is gold sand in the river! The peddler obviously looked forward to it, and said with a bit of annoyance, "I heard that those who went there a few years ago all made a fortune!" This is the amount of military pay! Tsk tsk, hey, at that time, the villain misunderstood a poor man saying that the Western Regions are terrible, that wind and sand can harm people, and if you go, you will die, and then you don't go, but now... Hey! Sorry! 』

  『Then why don’t you go now? ’ asked Yang Jun.

  『I can’t go anymore. At that time, the villain was not married yet, and he was single, so he went as soon as he went. Now... Hey, there are two boys waiting to eat, so how can we just go? The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I can only hope that the two boys in the family will fight a little harder and learn a few more words. Even if they can't go to the Western Regions, it's good to be a soldier..."

"Ok? Your son can still read? Amazing! 』Yang Jun was a little surprised.

  『Haha, it’s just so-so, so-so...』 The shopkeeper laughed, “Thanks to the kindness of General Hushi, the township school was opened, and whoever wants to learn, he can learn for half a year with a bucket of millet! There are two boys in my family, the youngest one is too young to be accepted, so I sent the eldest one away, and now he can write dozens of characters, better than me! 』

   Mentioning his own son, the salesman had a happy smile on his face.

  At this time, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from under the stage, almost as if the ground was about to be lifted.

Yang Jun turned around involuntarily, looked towards the stage, and saw under the surging heads, on the stage, a man carrying a three-color flag was fighting with two other men in beard robes. It should be a wooden knife or wooden gun or something. After turning around a few times, he knocked down the two bearded robes and put on a posture, which immediately caused bursts of applause...

  『Tsk…』

Yang Jun saw that the man with the tricolor flag also lifted a man dressed as a commoner from the stage, and took out something that looked like pancakes from his arms for the commoner to eat, which again drew bursts of cheers and applause from the audience. …

  『Tsk...how shameless! Liars, all liars! 』

  Yang Jun couldn't stand it anymore, turned his head and cursed. He thinks that these things must be fake, the hussars have no force at all, one hits three, hehe, and even divides the pancakes, it's so fake! It's shameless to the extreme!

   Turning his head, Yang Jun was taken aback!

  Because he saw the salesman beside him staring at him with wide eyes and an angry face...

  『What do you want to do? 』Yang Jun shrank back a bit.

  『Who do you call shameless? ! Who is the liar? ! ’ asked the salesman.

  『I’m not talking about you…』 Yang Jun pointed to the stage, 「I said those people are liars…」

"what? ! The shopkeeper became even more angry, and grabbed Yang Jun's robe with one hand, "How dare you say that General Hussar is a liar?" Hugh! Come with me to the officer! 』

  『Bold! open! 』Yang Jun felt that he had been caught by the peddler, as if he had been humiliated. After struggling, he couldn't help but slap the peddler.

  『Fuck! The salesman was furious, "You still dare to beat me?" ! 』

  Yang Jun just saw a fist coming towards his face...

  (end of this chapter)