Chapter 123: The Yellow Turbans Resurrect

The Wei State needed to raise soldiers and a large number of officials. The Wei State, which was only in one state, supported a complete court, and the number and rank of officials in this court were still above the Han Dynasty and the Eastern Wu.

The Wei State implemented the ninth rank Zhongzheng system. The higher the rank of officials, the higher the salary. In terms of the number of officials, the Wei State was several times more than that of the Han Dynasty.

Shu Han and Eastern Wu were only ten years old. Although the official system was already very complete, due to the relatively short period of time, the number of ministers in the court was not large. The Wei State was different. Since the Jian'an period, Cao Cao welcomed Emperor Xian to Xudu, and while using the emperor to command the princes, he also inherited the entire Han Dynasty's court. At that time, hundreds of officials who followed Emperor Xian to Xudu were of different sizes, and the ranks were not low. Later, when Cao Cao unified the north, he recruited a large number of talents. Although this made Cao Cao's subordinates rich in talents, he occupied a lot of resources at the same time. The salary of officials was a very large number.

Before, the Wei State had raised so many officials with the power of the Central Plains to worship a huge court, and the salaries of officials were just a drop in the bucket. However, today, the Wei State had only one Jizhou left, and it was a Jizhou with severely damaged productivity. However, it also had to support such a huge court, and the expenses of the salaries of officials became a heavenly figure.

Officials are also human beings and have to live, so the salary is naturally indispensable. However, there are still some high-ranking officials in Yecheng, with three dukes and nine ministers, and the daily salary is huge. However, the taxes are getting smaller and smaller, so Cao Rui had to order to increase taxes again.

The people of Jizhou have already lost a lot. Now that the taxes have been raised, it is a huge number to everyone. People cannot survive, so they will naturally think of other ideas.

The people of Jizhou are not those who obey. The Yellow Turban Rebellion was the most violent in Jizhou and the people responded the most. Now, under heavy taxes, some people have finally embarked on the old path of the Yellow Turban.

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Guangzong County has always been a very poor county in Jizhou, and Guangzong is known to the world because more than 40 years ago, Zhang Jiao, the leader of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, died of illness in Guangzong.

In the village, a big-bellied tax officer stood in front of a small thatched hut, and two tax officials next to him drove a hen. The hen flew up and down, ran around, and the chicken feathers fell all over the floor.

"Sir, please don't capture my hen. My mother is sick. It's all up to this hen to lay eggs to nourish her body. Sir, please!" A thin man rushed to the tax officer and knelt down.

The tax officer kicked the man away and said sarcastically: "If you can't pay the tax, don't blame us for being cruel. This time I will take a chicken to pay for it. If I can't pay it next time, hum..."

"Sir, please don't use my chickens. I will repay you if I make a cow and a horse in the next life." The thin man continued to beg.

At this moment, the two taxpayers who were catching hens were impatient. One of them waved the big stick in his hand and hit the hen. The hen crowed lightly and fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Seeing this scene, the tax officer curled his lips and continued, "Take the hen back and wash it, and dinner is settled again today."

The tax officer left, and in addition to leaving behind the mess, there was also the thin man with a dull look.

After a long time, the thin man walked into the house, took out a small jar from under the bed, and gently opened it. It was filled with seeds of the coming year.

Looking at the can of seeds and thinking about the old mother on the hospital bed, the man hesitated for a moment, shook his teeth fiercely, and then walked towards the kitchen with the can.

A few quarters of an hour later, the man appeared in front of the window, holding a bowl of fragrant thick porridge in his hand.

"Mom, get up and eat something."

...

When it was late at night, the lights and doors were closed in the village.

In the dilapidated temple at the entrance of the village, a group of people were sitting together, discussing something, and among them was the thin man during the day.

"Uncle San, this is not a solution. I calculated it, paid the tax, and then removed the seeds. The food at home was only enough for a month."

"Hey, you're pretty good. Brother Zhang is sick. It takes money to hire a doctor to see a doctor. Hey, in this world, the poor can't live at all!"

When someone mentioned sad things, the man named Zhang sighed helplessly.

"This tax was added half a percent the year before, last year, and another 10 percent this year. The imperial court added 10 percent tax, and these tax officials all added 20 percent to 30 percent. This is not a solution. If you work hard for a year, you have to pay taxes after collecting the food and then you have to go hungry. Alas, if you knew this, you would have been arrested by those officials to farm the farm the year before, and at least you can still stutter!"

"You think military soldiers are so easy to be. Once you become military soldiers, you will be military soldiers all your life! When you are old, you don't even have a support. Even if you die, you will find a place to bury them, and you will have no children and grandchildren to worship them... And I also heard that now those military soldiers don't have food, and many people have already started to eat grass roots and tree bark."

"What, the military soldiers have no food to eat, how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible? The court has no excess food, and even if there is food, it will be eaten by the soldiers fighting on the front line. The soldiers who take the ship will come to the military farming soldiers!"

"Hey, you can't live this day! Look, let's go to the city to beg for dinner together in a few days!"

"Begging for food? You have money to pay the lijin you have to enter the city. I heard that you have to pay twice as much money when you enter the city recently!"

"I think we'd better be bandits! At least we can make a living." The thin man named Zhang said.

"Be a bandit?" Everyone took a breath of air conditioning.

After a long time, one of the older people said, "Are you a bandit? This may not work. It is not easy to be a bandit now. The nearby villages are similar to us. Without surplus grain, we can't steal anything even if we are bandits. However, this bandit is also a death sentence, and rebel is also a death sentence. It's better for us to just turn the tables!"

"Reverse?"

"Yes, anyway, I can't survive anymore, so it's better to rebel! If I can gather thousands of people, I'd better attack the county town. The county town's granary has food. As long as I capture a county town, I will have all my food and drink!" The slightly older person said.

"But there are only a few dozen people here, where can we gather so many people?"

"Hmph, I have always had a name for doing great things since ancient times. I remember that more than 40 years ago, the Yellow Turban General Zhang Jiao, who died in our Guangzong, died. We would recommend someone to say that he was Zhang Jiao's reincarnation. This would definitely bring a lot of people together! As long as there is someone in hand, we will immediately attack the county town!"

"Zhang Jiao's reincarnation? A great idea! I wonder who will be the reincarnation of Zhang Jiao?"

Everyone fell into silence again. For things like treason, the leader will definitely not have a good ending, so whoever is reincarnated Zhang Jiao will definitely be hit by the strongest blow from the government. When the accounts are settled in the future, those minions may be spared from death, but the leader will undoubtedly die.

"I'll do it!" The thin man suddenly stood up and continued, "It just so happens that my surname is Zhang, so let me do it! At worst, I can lose my head! But I'll ask you guys to help me take good care of my mother for my sake!"

"Brother Zhang, don't worry, you have paid so much for our brothers, your mother is our mother!"

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In mid-August, news came out of Guangzong that General Zhang Jiao, the Heavenly King, was reborn in Guangzong County. People all think that this is just a rumor. Even the officials of the surrounding counties and counties only sneered after receiving this news.

At the end of August, dozens of bandits around Guangzong gathered in Guangzong, and they respected General Tian Gong as the main force, and General Tian Gong also appointed more than a dozen commanders of Qu.

In early September, Guangzong had gathered six or seven hundred people, and then the rebels raised the banner of the same thing as that of the past: "The sky is dead, and Huang Tian should stand up."

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Guangzong County Town.

The sky just started to light up, and most people in the city were still sleeping.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

The shouts sounded from outside the city, awakening the county magistrate from his dream.

The county magistrate pushed away the concubine in his arms in dissatisfaction, then got up, walked to the door, and said, "Come on, go and see what happened?"

"Sir, it's not good, it's not good!" As soon as the county magistrate finished speaking, a yamen rushed in.

"What happened? So panicked?"

"Sir, it's not good. There are thieves, and thieves are siegeing the city!"

"Are there any traitors?" the county magistrate exclaimed, then put on his clothes immediately and rushed out immediately.

The county magistrate climbed the city tower and thought that he would look down from the city. Hundreds of people were shouting. These people were wearing tattered bodies and holding farm tools in their hands. The most noteworthy thing was that these people were wearing yellow cloth belts on their heads. A big flag fluttered in the wind, and the words "Taishang Wuji Shenwei Dawei and Great Devils" were written on them.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!" A shout sounded, and the county magistrate on the city frowned slightly.

"Why is this shout so familiar? General of God? By the way, the Yellow Turban Thief!" After more than 40 years of the Yellow Turban Uprising, most people are probably about to forget it.

"Sir, what should I do? The rebels have already attacked the city, and it seems that there are still quite a few people!" The yamen runner asked.

"What are you afraid of? Look at these thieves, they are dressed in rags, and they are all hoes and rakes in their hands, and they don't have any weapons to attack the city. What kind of siege are they used to attack the city? Although the walls of our Guangzong County are not high, they are not able to climb up with bare hands. Send the order to close the city gates, don't let the thieves come in, and wait for reinforcements from the county."

As soon as the county magistrate finished speaking, he heard a shout in the city suddenly sounded, and then the city gate suddenly opened, and the Yellow Turban Army outside the city immediately rushed into the city.

"What's going on?"

"Sir, there are thieves in the city. They suddenly captured the city gate, and the Yellow Turban thieves have entered the city!"

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In early September, the Yellow Turban thieves cooperated inside and outside, captured Guangzong County and robbed all the food and grass in the city. After hearing this, the bandits and bandits nearby came to surrender. In just half a month, the Yellow Turbans in Guangzong gathered more than 10,000 people.

The turmoil in Jizhou began.
Chapter completed!