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After more than a month of long journey, I finally saw the important town of Puyang. Compared to Changsha's shortness, Puyang seemed like a giant. The city wall as high as seven or eight feet tall made Zhang Feng understand why Cao Cao could not conquer Lu Bu head-on several times. The gray city wall seemed even more lifeless under the raging sunlight, but it was not as friendly as Changsha.

A group of soldiers at the door were listless, just like the trees, flowers and plants that were wilted under the scorching sun. Most of them were not even wearing leather armor, only wearing a sweat-wetting and changing colored cloth. Some even held their long halberds and leaned against the city gate arch wall.

The only school wearing leather armor saw Zhang Feng and his group coming, hurriedly stepped forward to stop the car and asked for taxes and hardware for each person. The huge lion's nose had a few long black nose hairs, which made people wonder if they still had stinky nostrils.

Unless he was not allowed to do so, Zhang Feng was not used to taking out his identity as a lie to suppress others. Seeing this, he just waved his hand in disgust and asked Zhang An to hold the tax money as much as possible. The young schoolmate smiled and took the heavy handful of copper coins, tiptoed on his hand, and the leather armor that was like a large woman's bellyband jumped.

Just as Zhang Feng was about to enter the city, the school saw that the convoy was large in number, and the car had a deep trace on the ground, thinking that it was a caravan, and had a bad idea.

"Slowly, Prefect Qiao has an order. In order to prevent the sluts from entering the city, each car must be searched carefully." The school pulled his throat wide and turned around and said to the group of weak gangster soldiers: "Don't search with me yet!"

Prefect Qiao? It should be Qiao Mao? The fool who ran to beat Dong Pang with seventeen other troops, but as soon as he broke up, he provoked Liu Dai, the prefect of Gunzhou, and was killed on the spot. Such a fool could only raise such soldiers. Zhang Feng could see at a glance that the school was just trying to get more fuel. In comparison, Changsha under Zhang Ji was in charge of the rule of Changsha, I don’t know where it was to be honest.

The group of old soldiers who only bully Liangyou, when they saw fat sheep coming to the door, suddenly became energetic as if they had absorbed powder. They shouted and called out to get off the car and walked over slowly with their halberds.

Huang Zhong immediately raised his sword and shouted loudly: "You who are ignorant of life and death dare to offend the relatives of the Taiwei in the dynasty. Whoever takes another step forward? Is there anyone who offers his head!"

Although Wang Yue did not have a formal official position, he had been in the Taiwei Mansion for a long time. Who could come to the door to the door lower than the fifth rank? Besides, the seventh rank official in front of the Prime Minister's door had long since regarded himself as an ordinary person. He looked at these insignificant little characters coldly, and he was too lazy to open his eyelids again.

Instead, Wen Pin and Huang Xu, who recognized Zhang Feng as his elder brother, were a young man. He was famous and cooperated to pull out the sword from the ring, one left and one right, and set off on both sides of Zhang Feng. He really wanted to fight hard and see how much progress has been made under the guidance of Zhang Feng and Wang Yue these days.

The school became wilted when he heard the word "Taiwei". The breath from his big nose became thicker. The person suddenly became three inches shorter and said tremblingly: "Can... do you have any certificate?"

Zhang Feng took out a gold-burned thorn from his arms and threw it coldly. Cooperating with the reputation of the Taiwei family, it looked like a high-ranking official and noble style.

The school rushed to catch it, and only looked at the golden cover, and believed it ten percent. At that time, except for high-ranking officials, who would dare to use gold-plated famous tactics? The businessman's status is even less capable.

He looked at it pretendingly, but in fact he didn't recognize the word at all. He respectfully raised Mingtao with both hands, "I don't know if it's the Taiwei family, so I'm offending, I hope I'll forgive my crimes."

Zhang Feng didn't even look at him, and snorted and said, "It's okay if you don't, your hand is already dirty. Can you allow us to enter the city?"

The school nodded quickly and said, "Of course." When he turned to his subordinates, he had turned from a chicken to a tiger, and shouted: "Isn't let go of the way yet! Are you all trying to die with me?"

The soldiers came slowly, but retreated very quickly. They stood on both sides of the suspension bridge, standing straight, and letting the sweat flow from the edge of their bodies unconsciously.

After Zhang Feng and his party entered the city, the big-nosed school then wiped a few cold sweats on his head and shouted: "Be more energetic, give me some eyes more. Don't cause trouble with me again. Be careful to expose your skin!"

Puyang was a famous city, business and population at the forefront of the contemporary era. However, after Zhang Feng entered the South Gate, he found that this city should have been much richer than Changsha. There were rows of refugees on both sides of the road, and there were a few broken bowls that were half missing in front of him. The scenery made Zhang Feng and Zhang Ji feel very sad.

"Such a big city is not as good as my Changsha small county!" Zhang Ji shook his head and stroked his long beard under his chin.

"This must be because of the incompetent parents and officials in this place and cannot make a living for the people. Because of this, I and Brother Zhongjing will be responsible for the more important tasks." Zhang Feng said.

When they saw a huge convoy passing by, the refugees were like the scene in Nanyang that was reappearing in a different place, and they rushed to their convoys like crazy, holding themselves, a baby of a few months or a boy of seven or eight years old, and their already gray eyes flashed with the light of hope again. They just wanted the nobles riding tall horses in front of them to buy the only flesh they could sell with their low copper coins in exchange for some rice and millet that could only be eaten for a few days.

Some people were even squeezed behind the crowd, and they were so anxious that they actually shouted, "Sell yourself!" For a moment, several heads with grass marks were scattered in the waves, like gourds pressed in the water.

Zhang Feng was full of energy and spoke like thunder to calm the noisy scene: "Everyone, everyone, Feng has just arrived here and has no place to settle down. Why not wait for tomorrow? I think it's so sad today, Feng will send someone to buy some porridge and eat it?"

There was a brief silence in the crowd, and then he made a loud noise. Everyone thought that Zhang Feng's previous words were just a refusal, and then they heard him say he wanted to open porridge and feed, so they became happy again.

Zhang Feng told Zhang An to buy some food and porridge, and set up a porridge shop here. He told him that the porridge should not be sparse or dry. Too sparse would not be enough to satisfy hunger. Too dry, he was afraid that these refugees would choke if they hadn't eaten for a long time.

Zhang Ji praised repeatedly, saying that Zhang Feng was very thoughtful and quite reasonable.

After hearing these words, the crowd made a way out. Seeing Zhang An take the money given by Zhang Feng, someone asked loudly: "Dare you ask the little benefactor who respects his surname and name? You dare not forget the kindness of your life, and you should repay each other with a charity."

Zhang Feng was very enthusiastic and laughed loudly, "This is a small matter, and it is true for Zhang Feng in Luoyang." With a series of kowtows that were constantly rising and falling, they gradually faded away.

There were Zhang Ji's family and several pharmacists in this group. Zhang Feng rented two villas together and barely placed them all. However, he ordered that the medicinal materials and Shu Jian would not get off the bus. He thought that he would find a place to settle down tomorrow.

Then Wenpin took his name and ran to the prefect's mansion to join him. Thinking that Qiao Mao was very capable and stupid, he would probably come to see him on his own initiative. Although Wenpin was young, he could speak with a mouth, and leaving such a thing to him is much more at ease than giving him the carefree Huang Xu.

Although it was already past the Great Food, it should be six or seven o'clock in the evening, but Qiao Mao heard that the son of the Grand Marshal had arrived, he actually came. It was just that Zhang Feng was playing his father's sign. He was not fame now, so he still had to kneel down to the prefect.

But at that time, uh, it seems that from ancient times to the present, we have always valued the background behind the other party? Qiao Mao, regardless of his age and was the prefect who was officially appointed by the court, came to meet Zhang Feng happily.

"I've seen the prefect!" Although he was so arrogant, he still had to do his best. Zhang Feng saw Qiao Mao running towards him with his big belly that seemed to be pregnant for six months, wearing a serious red summer court uniform. His fat face was covered with oil on his forehead, and he couldn't fall off. He was tired of such a hot day.

Fatty Qiao hurriedly smiled and helped her: "Don't you dare to take it or not, be more arrogant, would you please call you a nephew?"

"Let me listen to it." Wang Yue on the left and Huang Zhong on the right, he knew that it was not easy to mess with. The style of the son of the Taiwei was really good. Qiao Mao thought, and he secretly wondered what Zhang Feng was looking for him.

"When Feng left the capital, my father said that the prefect had good governance and ordered me to come in person to learn from the prefect. But Feng arrived today and saw that there were many refugees in Puyang City, I wonder why?"

When Qiao Mao heard this, he drank the cup that sizzled in his mouth and vomited bitterly: "I don't know anything about it. Jizhou has a severe drought this year. Tens of thousands of refugees came in groups when they saw that Puyang was rich and the people were rich in food. My official could not bear to drive it, so he made the nephew laugh."

When Zhang Feng heard this, he reminded him a little: "Xiang Wen will appoint a yellow party (note: eunuchs) to inspect the states, and soon arrive, if..." The implication is that those eunuchs poke this kind of gathering of refugees on top, and you will be in trouble.

Qiao Mao was also a little worried when he heard this: "I am worried about this! Those eunuchs who have no eggs will only do something behind their backs!" This swearing sounded that Zhang Feng was his own. Of course, he knew that Zhang Wen and his team of court officials and eunuchs had always been mortal enemies, and he was not afraid that Zhang Feng would not stand on his side in this matter. He stood up with his obese body and said, "It is necessary to have some benefits to block the mouths of these thieves."

Zhang Feng said hesitantly: "My nephew regards the prosperity of Puyang, but he will not lose his life. One day his father will retire and want to settle here. If Lord Dashou finds a good place, Feng is willing to accommodate these refugees!"

Qiao Mao was overjoyed. At that time, refugees were as dead as ants. Any sucker could see as far as Zhang Feng and treat people as treasures. He immediately patted his fat chest and boasted: "If that's true, this matter will be included in me. My nephew can wait for good news." He thought to himself, but getting a piece of land is not for nothing, so he can pick up a bargain for nothing. These mud legs that make people trouble, so that people can worry about whether they will mutiny or not. If they grab grain, they will give them all to Zhang Feng, a cheap nephew! After all, they are young people, childish. If they raise so many mud legs, can they still cut their flesh and marinate them for the New Year?

He said goodbye immediately, and happily lifted the edge of his robe, jogging all the way, humming a lustful and gorgeous tune from somewhere, and Huang Zhong gave him unconsciously didn't even take any gifts.

Huang Zhong saw that the fat man got into the sedan chair and came back and said to Zhang Feng, "Why do you want such a flattering villain?" Zhang Feng held up the teacup with a faint water vapor for a long time, and he sipped leisurely, saying, "People are useful, but different people use them in different aspects. For some things, please support such people, which is more effective and simpler than finding those who claim to be noble."

Wang Yue closed his eyes, as if he didn't listen to this at all, as if he was asleep.

If I also wear this outfit, wouldn’t it be a pleasure for the people of a city to obey my orders?
Chapter completed!