The more than four hundred years of rule from the Western Han Dynasty to the Eastern Han Dynasty inherited the architectural style of the Qin Dynasty and gave buildings more possibilities.
The so-called Qin bricks and Han tiles are just like this.
This is a glorious epitome of an era.
Therefore, you can see grand buildings everywhere, with ancient styles and colors.
On this day, Qingcang and others passed by a building.
It stood alone among the mountains and forests.
It was particularly obvious and had the characteristics of the Han Dynasty.
It had the word "station" written on it.
The gate of this station was between two posts.
The two posts It is connected by an aisle in the middle.
There were several Han soldiers standing on the outpost, holding long spears.
When they discovered where the people were, they immediately shouted: "Who is coming?"
Because there was a forest outside the inn, and they were all in it, they couldn't see how many people there were.
If you knew, how could you dare to greet me so boldly?
Qingcang glanced at Lin Meng, and he understood immediately.
"You dare to meet our adults and don't let the postmaster come out to greet you."
Since you want to fake, you have to learn to be real, and Lin Meng has done this kind of bullying behavior a lot.
The so-called fox is fake and the tiger is powerful.
The postmaster is the largest officer of this post station, and he is responsible for all matters, big and small.
This ancient post station provides a resting place for passing officials, and can also serve as a quasi-army.
When necessary, they will also take up arms to fight, but this kind of This situation basically did not exist in the corrupt East in the late years.
At that time, everyone was in danger, but anyone with a will would have joined the army and gone to the front line long ago.
How could he stay in a place like this?
The soldiers above shivered and thought something was wrong.
When they met the high official this time and saw Qing Cang looking official and quite imposing, they believed him a little and they immediately trotted down.
After a while, the door of the post station opened, and a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks appeared in front of everyone.
He was the postmaster here.
He came out with about twenty armed soldiers to greet Qing Cang.
I saw him looking at the crowd.
At this time, they had all gathered at the door. 800 people were here at the same time, which was quite spectacular.
The postmaster met him and asked, "I don't know where your Excellency is going."
The visitor usually has to ask for information about the other party so that arrangements can be made.
If it is just some minor officials, then just say hello casually and that's it.
There was only a sound of clapping, and the postmaster spun around twice, his sallow face suddenly turning red.
The people under him had never seen anything like this before, and they didn't even have time to react.
This slap was given by Qing Cang.
Since he was pretending, he should pretend to be more like it.
"I have a distinguished status.
How can I allow you to ask my name?
Do you want to die?
This time, my uncle Zhang Liehou ordered us to escort the treasure back to Beijing to celebrate his birthday.
I happened to pass by here and wanted to replenish some food.
You can arrange it.
It's a pleasure to serve you.
Come on, maybe I’ll say a few nice words for you and go to Beijing to live a prosperous life.”
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Qingcang said while revealing the token intentionally or unintentionally to increase the authenticity.
He slaps you first, and then gives you a sweet treat.
The postmaster covered his face and was stunned.
He was a little flustered and did not ask whether it was true.
But upon hearing this, Zhang Liehou immediately shivered with fright and repeatedly said yes.
Later, after hearing the sweetness, he immediately said: "My lord, you have been tired all the way.
I asked my servants to prepare some wine, meat and delicacies.
I hope your lord will not dislike it."
"Forget the wine, you can have more food.
My men are very tired, so prepare a place to rest."
What they have been eating these past few days has been all grains, with very little meat.
It was probably just prepared for Marquis Li Jun.
The other soldiers probably only ate the same as the common people.
They had to go on their way, and they couldn't drink this wine.
On the one hand, drinking too much would delay things, and on the other hand, once they drank, some people's talk would reveal their flaws, which was not good.
There are a lot of people passing by along this way, and there are so many people there that the news might get exposed.
Now Zhang Rang doesn't know that his property has been robbed.
Once he finds out, revenge will be inevitable.
The hundreds of people down there immediately became energetic when they heard that there was meat to eat.
The postmaster quickly stepped aside and said, "Yes, sir, please come in."
After that, they killed cattle and sheep and entertained Qing Cang and others.
To this end, he cleared out all the places in the entire inn that could accommodate tables.
Some unimportant soldiers and messengers were cleared outside and sent away at will, making them angry but afraid to speak.
People in the entire inn were busy and busy, and it was very lively.
Among them, Qing Cang, Lin Meng, Zhang Fengcheng, Cao Chen and others were sitting around.
During the banquet, the postmaster kept nodding and bowing, showing his servility.
From time to time, he reminded Qingcang to say something nice before Zhang Rang.
Qingcang just had something to ask.
"Postmaster, this is heading towards Luoyang, how far is it to the next post station?"
"There is one in Julu County eighty miles away, but sir, I advise you to take a detour, because there has been no news from that station for a month, and I am afraid it will be occupied by the Yellow Turban Army."
This is exactly what Zhang Fengcheng said, the Yellow Turbans are divided.
Others may not dare to go, but Qingcang dares.
He has brought advanced combat strategies.
As long as the opponent's number is not too large, he will have a way to capture it.
Therefore, he then asked: "Is there any news about the number of the Yellow Turban Army?"
The postmaster took a sip of wine and said, "The recent report from spies is about three thousand."
There are more than three thousand people, which is not too much, but if these people hide in the county and stack bunkers to defend, this battle will not be easy to fight.
This time is suitable for fast attack, because they can't afford it.
Zhang Fengcheng hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but said: "Sir, why don't we take a detour?"
Anyone else would feel trembling when facing three thousand enemies.
Qingcang also understands Zhang Fengcheng's thoughts.
Only those who act within their capabilities can live longer.
The postmaster spoke up: "But if we take a detour, it will take three more days.
There are no stations along the way to replenish food and grass.
It depends on your choice."
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In order to make Zhang Feng accept this idea, Qingcang pretended to ask: "Postmaster, how much food and grass can you provide here?"
"There has been a famine in recent years, and there is not enough food.
We still rely on the food distributed by the court.
Based on your eight hundred people, the maximum is four days."
Four days' worth of food for eight hundred people would probably last more than half a year for the people at this inn.
Qing Cang didn't think this man was lying.
After all, his number of people was large and his consumption was also increasing accordingly.
It is easy to recruit troops but difficult to raise them.
When Zhang Fengcheng heard this, he seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.
Qingcang didn't say anything anymore, just waiting for him to make a choice.
If he wanted to leave, he would never stop him.
But long ago, he told Lin Meng to improve his record and spread it among the people he brought.
This kind of penetration is very terrifying.
He wants to give them the feeling that there is a bright future with him.
He can guarantee that if Zhang Fengcheng wants to leave, whether he can take half of the people with him is still a question.
At this time, a discordant voice came in from outside.
"Where are all the people in the post station dead?
Post chief, come out to me":