Today, Liu Hong is the one who sits on the throne of the emperor, who is the famous Emperor Ling of Han in later generations.

This emperor was good at doing business, selling official positions and titles, and favored the ten regular attendants, which made the eunuchs in power and the people in the world live in poverty.

At this moment, in the fifth year of Guanghe, the emperor Liu Hong had been in power for fifteen years. The Han Dynasty was already terminally ill and was shaky.

The most powerful threat among them is probably the Yellow Turban Taoist led by the great wise and good teachers, Zhang Jiao’s three brothers. The Yellow Turban Taoist disciples are spread all over the world, using Fushui to treat the people, attracting many people to join, and quickly becoming the largest Taoist force in the world.

Under this trend, there is rarely a place to survive.

There is a mountain range that stretches countless miles in Qingzhou, Donglai County, and Huang County. There are many small mountain villages in the mountains, all of which are located between the quiet green mountains. Because they are far away from the county town, they have always been peaceful. It can be said that they do not pick up the road and do not close their doors at night.

Usually, it is a big deal to calculate which eggs disappear from the house.

On this day, the sun was high. In front of a family in the mountain village, there was a young man sharpening his knife against a whetstone. The young man looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old. He was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, dark skin and strong figure, and was a typical mountain boy.

"Click, click."

As the boy moved, the short knife in his hand rubbed against the whetstone, making a series of crackling sounds. As the sound continued, the blade in his hand became more and more cold.

This small mountain village is called Wujia Village, and most of the people in the village have the surname Wu. This young man is also named Feng. It seems that this young man is no different from ordinary mountain people. Only he himself knows that he is not a person of this era.

He is a modern person in the 21st century and is no different from ordinary Chinese people. But he is a little special, a little brave and fierce, yearning for drinking big pieces of wine and eating meat in big mouthfuls, and he can get to the most beautiful woman. Because of this kind of personality, he almost fell into the **.

It’s just a pity that in the end he did not become a gangster, but became an ordinary person. He went to and from get off work every day and lived a boring life.

But despite this, his wildness in his heart did not disappear. Instead, he grew further because of his boring life. He longed for chaos and had his own sky.

Because of this, he was not opposed to traveling to this era, but was a little excited.

"Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Sun Quan, Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, and what about Ma Teng and Han Sui. This is an era of heroes. If you have power, you will have fine wine, you will have endless wealth and honor, and the most beautiful woman. What a great era. It's just a pity that there is still more than a year before the Yellow Turban Rebellion. I have been waiting for eighteen years, and I can't wait."

Wu Feng stopped sharpening the knife and rubbed the small short knife at his hand. The sharp short knife could not cut the calluses on his hands.

It has been eighteen years since he traveled to this era, and he did not reveal many flaws because he was a time traveler. On the contrary, he has been a mountain citizen for 18 years, proficient in everything from going up the mountain to hunt and going to the ground to work.

On the one hand, he doesn't want others to know that he is not from this era. On the other hand, he is also preparing for this troubled time.

Because he knew that he was a small mountain citizen, without a noble family, without money, and the only thing he relied on was his body.

Whether it is going up the mountain to hunt or working in the fields, he can make his body strong. Eighteen years of training have given him the capital to survive under strict conditions.

At this moment, Wu Feng knew clearly that the Yellow Turban Uprising was about to break out. His heart was about to move. He felt that this small mountain village would not be trapped for him for a long time. It only took one opportunity to break out. He would soar into the sky.

"Brother, something big happened in the village today."

At this moment, a little fat man walked up the mountain road. When he saw Wu Feng who was sharpening his knife, his eyes lit up and he said excitedly.

This little fat man said he was fat, but in fact he was not as strong, extremely tall, and had muscles all over his body. In this era, he was a hero of all sizes.

This fat man is called Wu Zheng, and he is one of the little brothers who are following Wu Feng.

It has been eighteen years since Wu Feng did nothing. He was looking for people he could take away in his small mountain village. Wu Zheng is one of them.

This kid is not only strong, but also as brave as a cow. He once faced a big insect alone, and his face remained unchanged, and finally retreated safely. He is one of the few people in the village who are extremely courageous.

"What can I do in a small mountain village?" Wu Feng was not surprised when he heard this, and returned the knife in his hand to the sheath and asked lightly.

Apart from the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Wu Feng believed that there was nothing that could impress him before this.

Looking at Wu Feng, who was not afraid of honor and disgrace, a trace of awe flashed across Wu Zheng's face. Although he was a brave man who was still calm in front of him, he thought he was not as good as the eldest brother in front of him.

The elder brother in front of him is a ruthless man, and he is also a ruthless man he respects.

The eldest brother's family has long lost his father, but there is a mother. Wu Feng is only six years old, and his mother is still young and beautiful. Once, his mother took Wu Feng to the county to go to the market, but she was attracted by a group of hooligans.

This group of hooligans were about to come forward and tease him, but Wu Feng pulled out the knife and stabbed him in the thigh with one knife, and blood suddenly splattered.

The gangster suddenly wailed and fell to the ground. His companions quickly took the gangster to treat the injury. This incident happened once and once went to the yamen, but the county magistrate sentenced Wu Feng to nothing.

This knife is the knife on the elder brother's waist.

He did such a shocking thing at the age of six. In Wu Zheng's heart, this elder brother was the real courageous person. Only then did he willingly gather around his elder brother.

"A group of Taoist priests wearing yellow turbans came to the entrance of the village, claiming that they could show their magical powers, use talismans, and treat diseases. At this moment, the village chief led them to Uncle Chen's house."

The elder brother's deeds flashed in Wu Zheng's heart, and then he focused his attention on the present, his face full of excitement.

"Yellow Turban Road?" Wu Feng suddenly stood up, his eyes shiny, and his whole body was like a sharp sword unsheathed, and his sharpness soared into the sky.

Has the Yellow Turban Rebellion already revealed its buds? OK, OK.

It is time for a real man to gain wealth.

Feeling the sharp aura emitted by Wu Feng, Wu Zheng's heart suddenly became trembling and became more and more awe. But on his face, he smiled and said, "Brother, isn't it just a Yellow Turban Taoist priest? Why do you show this expression? It's so scary."

"You don't understand. Whether our brothers can win a fortune depends on them." Wu Feng's heart was also moved when he heard this. He knew that he was too excited, so he put away his aura and said with a smile.

"Don't you?" Wu Zheng looked puzzled, not understanding what the relationship between the Pitian Wealth and the Yellow Turban Taoist Priests.

"Haha, let's go and have a look first." Wu Feng stopped explaining, laughed, stood up, and walked towards Uncle Chen's house.

"Brother, wait for me." Wu Zheng shouted while quickly following him.

While talking, the two had walked dozens of meters and gradually approached Uncle Chen's house.

The so-called Uncle Chen is named Chen Xiao. Most of the Wujia Village have the surname Wu, but there are also a few foreign surnames, and Chen Xiao is one of them. This guy is an unlucky guy.

A few days ago, he encountered a big worm working in the mountains. He quickly threw down his hoe and ran away desperately. As a result, he escaped from the tiger's mouth, but broke his leg.

The so-called injury for a hundred days, not to mention that he broke his leg. Chen Xiao is currently lying at home to recuperate and cannot go to the ground to work.

"The so-called supernatural powers of the Yellow Turban Taoist are all fake. The tricks of liars. Now they came with confidence and went straight to Chen Xiao's house. There is only one possibility. Chen Xiao colluded with the Yellow Turban Taoist and colluded to deceive the villagers, making the villagers believe in the supernatural powers of the Yellow Turban Taoist and become believers of the Yellow Turban Taoist. In the near future, this small mountain village may be tied to the chariot of the Yellow Turban Taoist and swept the world. It is not obvious that Chen Xiao is usually honest but has a lot of bad water."

While walking, Wu Feng was thinking about Chen Xiao’s affairs. He was keen and scheming, but he had his own judgment on this matter.

"However, this is not a chance for me. I usually have a high prestige among my little brothers, but in the village, I am just a young man with a reputation. I have little appeal in the village. If I want to succeed, I must have my own power. And Wujia Village, everyone is a member of the same clan and is the best confidant candidate. If I can use this matter to make the villagers think that I have knowledge and wisdom, my prestige can be improved. When the world is in chaos, I may be able to form a team of loyal people only to myself. In the troubled times, what is the most precious? Money, beauty, food? It is not, only the army and talents are the most precious. Humph, Huang Turban, today you are unlucky. If you meet me, come and be my stepping stone."

Thinking of this, Wu Feng's eyes shone brightly and his heart was full of excitement.

Opportunity, this is the opportunity that Wu Feng has been waiting for for eighteen years.

With this excitement, Wu Feng and Wu Zheng quickly arrived at Chen Xiao's home. Chen Xiao's home is the same as most mountain people, with yellow mud walls and grass heads. It seems that the wind collapses when it blows, but in fact it is quite sturdy and durable, and it may not be dilapidated for decades.

At this moment, his house was full of people, including young and old in the village, as well as Yellow Turban Taoist people wearing yellow turbans. The villagers were looking forward to it, as if they were looking forward to whether the people from Yellow Turban Taoist could really cure Chen Xiao.
Chapter completed!