Chapter 921: 921: Things in Nansheng

Chapter 921 Chapter 921
The country's mountains and rivers were broken, and the people's livelihood withered.
An Ying thought he could rely on the strength of his own hands to restore the old land of his country, but he greatly underestimated the situation in Nansheng.
South Shengguo, Jiangzhou.
The barbarians of the Nanbu Fourth Division only knew about plundering, they didn't know the way of governance, and they plundered and killed people when they captured the land.
When she came, her hands were empty, her waist was entangled, and there were countless heads and women crying on her horse.
Human heads are evidence of their use of force, and women are their trophies for venting their desires.
An Fei flew to Dongqing, and after many calculations, only 6,000 men were obtained.
I thought I was a little bit embarrassed. I don't know that Nansheng's situation was far worse than when he left.
The families of the princes and the flat-headed people could not stand the violent violence of Nanban, and they all started to rise.
If it is dedicated to the outside world, Nansheng may still have rescued, but some foreign enemies have not retreated, and civil war has started again.
An An brought 6,000 men and sufficient grain to support Nansheng Jiangzhou.
He was originally from Nansheng Jiangzhou. This is not only his homeland, but also the place where An's has accumulated contacts.
In Jiangzhou, he can not only rely on An's residual contacts, but also get help from a blind date and old age.
At first, An An's development was quite good. The teachings of the Red Lotus religion, which changed its face, absorbed many militia and strengthened itself.
But soon he hit the wall.
Because this time he ran into a wall, An Ying lost most of his savings, leaving only 3,000 soldiers left.
In addition to An An, Jiangzhou has two other family forces and a militia force. An An chose to cooperate with the Anshi's clan. Although An An was wise, she was not good at planning, and she was unknowingly smitten by the other side.
An 慛, Anduo.
Sorcerer, worry too.
The elders gave An Han the word "duh-hsi". It sounded cheesy, but it was full of wishes, but this man was doomed.
In the previous life, he worked hard for more than ten years, and finally desperately begged Wei Ci to come out to help the mountain.
Today, he is far less depressed than in the future, but it is also bad luck.
Although he is a native of South Sheng, all the soldiers he brought were from Dongqing.
In the eyes of the vassal forces in Nansheng's native land, An An is not right, and foreigners still want to compete with them?
Either false or perfunctory, or the intention of killing someone with a knife, only using An An as a gun.
An Ying didn't realize this at first. When he hit a wall and damaged half his strength, he realized it.
Now that An An has just passed the age, he can still withstand such a blow, but can't help but turn his eyes red.
But after this blow, he also realized his shortcomings.
He can't count others, and he doesn't have a think-tank to plan for him. A few worshiping brothers are still alive.
This combination is easy to use, and a little provocation can break the big thing.
An An thought for a while, and he planned to use the old friendship to invite famous people to help out.
It's just that An An wants someone, nobody, no land, no money, no money, and just lost again. Who wants to help such a protagonist?
Even if An An's identity is prominent, An An has been completely destroyed by the barbarians, An An's wife and children have been brutally murdered by barbarians. Such a failed man is worthy of allegiance? Therefore, whenever An Ying came to the door, many celebrities either avoided or shoved.
An An is not a cheeky person. He knows that people despise his own conditions and can only return home.
While he took the people under his hands to take refuge everywhere, seeking a place of blessing, while looking for opportunities to turn over the salted fish.
Finally, he waited for the opportunity.
"I heard that Mr. Wen Yuanjing's disciples were studying nearby ..."
An An's eyes burst into flames. He remembered the performance of Mr. Yuan Jing's first apprentice, Cheng Jing, when his mind was at the Water League.
"Study abroad? What's the situation here, which fool came here to study here? Is it a misunderstanding, principal?"
Although Dongqing is chaotic, it is not as chaotic as Nansheng's side. It is full of barbarians who are raging and looting.
A scholar went to study in a war-torn country. This was not "reading thousands of miles to read thousands of miles."
An An said, "Whether it is true or not, you should always try it."
Several subordinates playing drums in their hearts, they really did not like An An's plan.
An Zhu laughed, "Mr. Yuan Jing received a total of four apprentices, the first apprentice Cheng Jing Cheng Youmo, and now plays for Haozhou Huang Song, the young apprentice Wei Ci Wei Zixiao, for Maru Liuli. One is Han Yan Han Wenbin and the other is Lu Zheng Lu Shaoyin. I heard that Han Yan has accepted the solicitation of Xu Pei, the grandson of the Xu family in Dongqing Zhe County, and is here to stay. Then the rest ...
"Lu Zheng? I haven't heard of it."
The crowd shook their heads like a rattle, and Lu Zheng really had no reputation.
Among the four disciples of Yuan Jing, Cheng Jing and Han Zheng were from the Langya clan, Wei Ci was weak, and Lu Zheng was the son of a hunter.
An Zheng has not heard of Lu Zheng's name, but he approached Cheng Jing during the Lishui League.
After much inquiries, they knew who the four surnames of Yuan Jing were.
"Just because I haven't heard of it, I have a chance." An Zhuan took a deep breath, he said, "I heard that Lu Zheng intends to visit Jiangzhou Prefecture Shepherd ... Jiangzhou Prefecture Shepherd is my junior. I can't understand the temperament. This person has deep insights, but he does a superb job on the surface. He will not scorn Lu Zheng in person or drive him away. For the sake of wiseness, he will even do enough. , To seek Lu Zheng, but according to my understanding of Jiangzhou Mu, this person will never reuse Orion's son. Mr. Yuan Jing's apprentice, must be distinguished, his temperament is more proud than ordinary people. In my opinion, this Lu Zheng can't stand such cold treatment and treatment. "
In other words, Lu Zheng was frustrated, and An An had the opportunity to get into the other's eyes.
Several subordinates listened to An An's words and said nothing on the surface, but they did not take it for granted.
In their opinion, a literati who had brain drained to study in a war-torn country must have a pit.
His own protagonist was rare, and he was thinking of soliciting each other.
It turned out that An's guess was right.
Unexpectedly, Lu Zheng also saw that Jiangzhou Mu was unreliable, rejected the other party's solicitation, and continued to study abroad.
An Zhuan looked anxious, and immediately prepared a generous gift to visit.
"not see!"
Lu Zheng was a man with wide sleeves, wearing a cloth towel, without any decoration, and looked like a shabby scholar.
The bookboy blinked, and he said, "Sir, he's coming for the second time."
"I can't say twice, but I'm missing twenty."
Lu Zheng narrowed his eyes, and now he has a beard. Although he still has a tender face, he is far more stable and mature than before.
The book boy said with his head up, "There are three times when Gu came out of the mountain, but Mr. Gu refused to move?"
"Study well, don't drop the book bag, it sounds awkward to your husband."
The book boy spit out his tongue, followed Lu Zheng obediently, and never dared to let An An enter the door.
"Why doesn't he like him?"
"Not enough time."
"Eh?"
"He still has the arrogance of the gentry, which alone is not worth my consideration."
"So, when will that be enough?"
"When he's been hit again and again, weathered, and put down that ridiculous pride, maybe he can think about it."
Lu Zheng: → _ → I'm going to be the uncle, not to serve the uncle.
An Yan: QAQ is still a good parent and filial piety.
Wei Ci: Hey, now I know that this baby is good, late.
Xi Ji: Holding my family filial piety is a one hundred meter sprint.
(End of this chapter)