Chapter 3540 The Good Poem of Soup and Cakes

The moonlight penetrates the broken clouds and cuts cracks of light and darkness at the head of Zhuo County.

Ren Cheng's fingers that were holding the hilt tightly turned white.

The hemp rope used to tie the armor was already a little scattered and broken, hanging low in the night wind, like a beheaded snake.

The flags of the Dahan and Cao family above their heads were slanted by the wind.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow the Cavalry Army will arrive... But what should I do?"

Ren Cheng stood on the city wall, looking at the scattered queues around him.

There were not many soldiers guarding the city, but there were people who fled continuously in the past few days. Now half of them are still good. And the key is that these soldiers still have not received any military pay...

In the afternoon, Ren Cheng went to the chief clerk to ask for military pay. The chief clerk still looked like he had never woken up. He snapped the bamboo slips of the accounts, indicating that he had no money and had no one else left!

However, the master also gave Ren Cheng an idea, which was to "play white strips"

"How can that work?!" Ren Cheng was very angry.

"Why can't it work?" The Lord Bo looked at Ren Cheng as if he was looking at a fool, "It's been like this before, what's wrong with it? Besides, as a human being, don't just focus on money! Be conscience! Conscience! Is it interesting to come to me every day to ask for money?"

Ren Cheng touched his chest, and under the cold armor, there seemed to be only a little blood left.

The soldiers around were all Ren Cheng confronted Wang Hu in the evening. When they almost had to meet with swords and guns, Wang Hu agreed to take the soldiers to the city wall, but the condition was that they would get the military pay before dawn, otherwise everything would be free of negotiations.

"I said he was the county magistrate..." Wang Hu leaned against the shelter of the city gate tower and shouted loudly, "It's midnight! When can I see this military salary? Being a soldier is indeed a life-long act, but if there is no soldier salary, then why are you selling your life? Everyone said, is this the reason?"

Not far away, Wang Hu's confidant responded, and then said angrily that he had no money and had to work hard. Even if he was talking nonsense, it would make no sense...

"You guys wait!" Ren Cheng gritted his teeth, "I'll get you military pay now!"

"Oh!" Wang Hu shouted, "Then we'll wait! The ugly thing is to say, if you can't get military salary again, do whatever you should do, and don't use any family and country justice to suppress us! Family and country justice cannot be used as a food!"

Ren Cheng is a foreigner.

Wang Hu is a native of Zhuo County.

If Cao Cao was strong, neither Zhang Fan nor Wang Hu would dare to treat Ren Cheng, but now...

Ren Cheng also knew this. His authority came from Cao Cao and from the Ren family, so once Cao Cao and Ren Jun's reputation fell, most of his power would be lost.

In the end of the world, local officials were unable to effectively manage counties and villages. This lack of local control was related to officials, but there were not much. This was a disadvantage of Shandong and a convention of the Han Dynasty.

If you are close to Yuzhou, or Chenliu and other places, or in areas close to the Cao base, Ren Cheng can find some people to help, but here, Zhuo County, Youzhou...

When he came to office, he came alone, and it didn't take long, where can I find someone?

How about changing the surname Liu?

The Yading stopped Ren Cheng and refused to let Ren Cheng enter, saying that the county magistrate had rested and would like to say something tomorrow.

"Get out of the way!" Ren Cheng yelled at the Yading, "The Cavalry Army will arrive outside the city tomorrow! What else will you say tomorrow?!"

The yading still refused to let him go, and Ren Cheng kicked open the yard door and broke into it!

When he rushed to the backyard gate, Ren Cheng suddenly stopped...

He heard it, and also heard it.

In the backyard of the county government, crazy laughter filled with the aroma of wine and meat.

"Ahhhh..." Ren Cheng shouted angrily, trying to break free from the pull of the surrounding yadians, "I want to kill him...kill them..."

"Ren County Captain..." Several yamen grabbed Ren Cheng's armor tightly and pulled his hands and feet, "Why is this? Why is it?"

The lights in the backyard of the county government illuminated, shaking like ghosts.

Ren Cheng suddenly understood something, "You all know, you all know! Why didn't you tell me? Didn't you tell me earlier?!"

A yamen smiled bitterly and said, "Is it useful to tell you earlier...?"

If a crossing river dragon wants to defeat the local snake, the first thing is to have the above airborne resources support.

Ren Cheng came with nothing, only one letter of appointment, who would immediately bow to his feet?

Just like at the moment, when Ren Cheng was almost crazy in anger, the private soldiers on duty in the backyard were sneering and aiming swords, guns and arrows at Ren Cheng.

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In the flower hall, the lights reflected the shadows of several people on the carved wooden door.

The wine winds on the ground and flows on the singer's snow-white back.

"The county lieutenant... is here? Haha, he left again?" Zhang Fan burped and raised his eyebrows indifferently, "Idiot! Haha, a fool! He...uh, what are he here for?"

"It must be here to ask for money..." Wang County Magistrate was lying in the arms of a singer, laughing, "Where can we give it to him?"

"If you want money, you have no money, you have no one! He! What can he do? Sweeping away the fun!" The Lord Bo shook the wine bowl, and the splashed wine made his body messy. "I want me to say, it's too early, I should have killed him!"

County Magistrate Zhang Fan waved his hand, "You, I don't understand... Kill him... Who defends the city?"

"Defend the city?" The master tilted his head and thought for a while, "Ah! I understand! Haha, the county magistrate is so smart! So smart!"

Zhang Fan laughed and pushed the singer away, shook her sleeves, revealing her bony arms, "Take... and take the pen and ink! I want to write to the cavalry... the surrender letter to the cavalry!"

The county magistrate clapped his hands, "The county magistrate is incompetent! It causes Zhuo County to be devastated! We have to...hahaha, for the sake of the safety of the people in the city, for the safety of Zhuo County..."

The Lord stood up, bowed to the county magistrate crookedly, and then bowed to the county magistrate again, "You two are really... you endure humiliation and understand the righteousness, and thank you for the people of Zhuo County... for your hard work! You feel wronged!"

『It should be, it should be!" Zhang Fan laughed, 『Who made me a parent official in Zhuo County? As an official, he should protect the people! Haha, haha! Let me think about it, how should I call this cavalry army?』

"Well... Heavenly soldiers? Not appropriate. The king's army is not appropriate, there is some irony. Well, the army is almost meaningful..." Zhang Fan suddenly slapped the singer on the side, and smiled in the singer's coquettish anger, "There is, there is! "There is the soldier"! It is "There is the soldier"!"

"Go to the army? It's amazing!"

"It's amazing!"

"The four peonies, four peonies, and the four peonies. The gentleman depends on him and the villain is vicious! We are naturally dependent on each other!"

"Hahaha……"

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Ren Cheng found three or two pairs of residual armor in the empty arsenal.

The rusty armor pieces collided with each other, making a shattering cry.

When he carried these broken armor pieces on his back, the soldiers on the city were almost exposed, leaving only two people.

A fool was smiling foolishly at him.

A boy with a snot flowing.

"They are all gone!" said the boy.

The fool smiled and repeated, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"

"Why don't you... leave?" Ren Cheng asked.

Now, all the re-elected entrusted as the original entourage has run away.

"A bowl of soup cakes." The boy said, "You invited me to a bowl of soup cakes. I said, I will invite you back."

"That bowl of soup cake is not worth anything!" Ren Cheng said, "You go back too! I... I will treat you to you next time I have the chance!"

The boy shook his head, "No, I will never have the chance to invite you to a soup cake when I go back."

"You fool!" Ren Cheng cursed.

The boy raised his head, "You are the fool!"

The fool on the side laughed, "Good fool, good fool! We are all fools! You are, he is, and so is me! Fool, fool!"

Ren Cheng laughed, but tears flowed down his eyes.

"Okay! Just right!" Ren Cheng lifted the residual armor, "Since that's the case, let's go all out together!"

When Ren Cheng tied his armor tightly, the fish belly white rising from the east was tearing open the night sky, and the first scout of the cavalry appeared at the end of the official road.

The distant mountains of the city, broken into jagged shape, undulate in the morning mist, like rows of rusty fangs.

The three-color flag raised high was like a cold light flashing from its fangs.

"bring it on!"

Ren Cheng got off the city wall, and when he arrived at the city gate, he opened the door and walked out with great pride.

The mist enveloped the four fields.

It was quiet on the top of the city.

Ren Chengru felt that he was walking from the earth to the ghost world, but a dawn light at the gate of the city made him feel that he was walking out of the ghost world.

Everything is so chaotic.

The scouts of the Cavalry in the distance may have never seen such a scene before, so they strangled their horses and watched quietly.

"I...I..." The boy was still a little nervous and swallowed.

Ren Cheng patted the boy on the shoulder, "You should go back... I'm going to walk here with me, it's already considered to be a invitation to me!"

The boy hesitated.

The fool laughed aside, "Go back, go back!"

Ren Cheng raised his head and took a breath, "This is it... do me a favor..."

"You said." The boy said.

"Haha, generally speaking, at this time, I often have a poem..." Ren Cheng said slowly, "I happened to think of a good poem too... Please remember it for me and then pass it on to others. What about it? Otherwise, no one will know the good poem I finally thought of?"
To be continued...