Outside Xiangyang City, Longzhong.
At this time, it was already heavy rain in Longzhong, and lightning and thunder were like a constant stream. With the arrival of the rainy season, the rain became more and more abundant. The rain was like a waste of money, pouring water from the sky onto the earth.
The heavy rain is like a huge curtain.
Connecting the sky and the earth.
Farmers in the countryside are now gathered under the trellis made of thatch to shelter from the rain, and they shook their heads and sighed for the expected bad harvest this year. As farmers, what they can worry about is certainly not the general trend of the world, but the food rations for tomorrow and even today.
Their mood is already in a haze, and the harvest of food is their day.
This is the life and sorrow of the ant people.
But in this kind of weather, they obviously could not farm, so they could only sit down and talk to the world to relieve the deep sorrow in their hearts.
But even in this kind of weather, that person still came.
"Even this kind of weather comes, and the wind and rain remain unchanged, I am truly a wise man. Now the world is so chaotic. I am afraid that such a person will not succeed, but will make that foreigner from a foreign land have the power..." An old farmer couldn't help but sigh.
"What the master said...?"
"Isn't that guy who has recently unified Hebei and the Central Plains? I heard that his troops and horses were strong, so I had already sharpened my sword and wanted to attack Jingzhou. I just hope that Uncle Liu and our Jingzhou can pass this level..."
"I don't think it's easy..."
Another middle-aged farmer couldn't help but say: "Since the stranger can easily unify Hebei and Central Plains, he doesn't have to think about how strong he is. If Uncle Liu can beat him, he wouldn't have come to Jingzhou to settle down."
"Oh, this is the helplessness of the world!"
"Don't worry about Uncle Liu!" A young farmer said angrily: "If the war really starts, Uncle Liu may not have any trouble. We grass-roots people are really hard to bear. If we may not be able to die in the military disaster!"
"It's right!"
The people sitting next to them nodded.
"There is only one hope now." The old farmer turned his head to look at the thatched cottage in the distance: "Since Uncle Liu is so persistent to Mr. Zhuge, maybe Mr. Zhuge really has great power to understand the world, and maybe he can block the people in Hebei from Jingzhou."
"You dare to think about such a thing? It's almost the same in dreams!"
"What about that?"
The person next to him glanced at the person talking: "If you don't even have this hope, what else can we expect next? Jingzhou has been peaceful for so many years. Once the war has burned here, do you know how terrifying it will be? I used to escape from the Central Plains. To be honest, it is even worse than the hell on earth. It's really a thousand miles away without a rooster crow!"
"What you said is right..."
"I just hope that Mr. Zhuge agreed to Uncle Liu. Even if he is a dead horse, we can still have a glimmer of hope..."
"Uncle Liu probably thinks so too."
The old farmer glanced at the thatched cottage in the distance and sighed deeply: "Otherwise, Uncle Liu would not have been persistent in this gentleman!"
"Are your countryside paying attention to this matter?"
A young farmer asked curiously: "I heard from your tone just now, Uncle Liu seems to have been here more than once?"
"That's of course!"
The old farmer drank tea and squinted his eyes and said, "Uncle Liu is diligent in his work and loves the people, but he is a careless minister. We also hope that he can accomplish things. But now... he has been here for the third time, and he has never been able to persuade Mr. Zhuge to come out of the mountain before. I'm afraid this is a matter..."
The young farmer smiled and said, "Haha, Mr. Zhuge seems to be rejecting it again."
The old farmer asked without answering, "You seem to be quite happy?"
"That's not."
The young farmer shook his head: "But what else can I do if I don't laugh at this time? You can't cry out loud and show you. Crying can't solve any problem. It's better to smile. Even if everything has not changed or even gets worse, this will at least make your mood feel a little better."
The others couldn't help but nodded thoughtfully.
What they have to admit is.
What the young farmer said makes sense.
The heavy rain is still falling.
And in a thatched cottage not far from the farmland, the direction of the world is brewing.
“The situation has become unprecedentedly bad…”
Liu Bei sat on the straw mat and sighed deeply: "Just as the teacher expected, Liu Biao suddenly became ill in the near future."
Zhuge Liang smiled slightly, and Feng Qiyun said calmly: "If it is good to stay away, he is already dead. But the news has not been released for the time being, so as not to shake people's hearts."
"Sir, is Liu Biao dead?"
Liu Bei was slightly stunned and immediately expressed his confusion. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei behind Liu Bei were also confused.
"You can tell from the weather that Liu Biao must not die." Zhuge Liang shook his feather fan and slowly expressed his judgment: "Today, the Cai and Kuai family will take charge of the overall situation. The niece Liu Cong will come to the stage and will soon surrender to the stranger."
Liu Bei was surprised and asked quickly: "Why do you know by looking at the weather? Liu Biao is dead?"
Zhuge Liang smiled slightly and did not answer the question directly. Instead, he said lightly: "That stranger will go south soon. If Liu Biao does not die, he will not surrender, so I said that it is time for him to die now."
Liu Bei said in confusion: "Why is that guy so anxious that he has recently recovered Xuzhou?"
Zhuge Liang gently shook the feather fan and smiled and said, "Because this month is the best time to attack Jingzhou. At that time, the other party will definitely send two large armies, one is the suspicious soldiers from land, and the other is the real soldiers from water."
Liu Bei said in confusion: "Sir, will Luo Qi enter Jing from the waterway?"
He thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "But the Han River has already deployed heavy troops, and the water is shallow and it is difficult to accommodate large ships..."
Zhuge Liang gently shook the feather fan and said, "I heard for a long time that Guo Jia knows how to predict the weather, and Jingzhou is in control of all the wind and rain. And this month... is the perfect time to break the formation."
Liu Bei raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it because the rain is severe this month?"
Zhuge Liang nodded and said, "So the other party will definitely not miss this opportunity to attack Jingzhou. In order to cooperate with Luo Qi's attack, the surrendered faction of Jingzhou must first get rid of Liu Biao, so I said... Depending on the weather, Liu Biao is dead."
Liu Bei exclaimed: "Sir, I am a god!"
Liu Guanzhang looked solemn and sighed secretly.
When they followed Liu Bei to meet Mr. Zhuge for the first time, they didn't believe that the other party really had any real information, but after the conversation just now, they were now impressed by the other party.
Being able to make so many accurate judgments without leaving home really gives people the feeling of seeing God and man.
Although there is no evidence to prove that the other party’s inference is correct.
But based on years of experience and the other party's in-depth logic of analyzing problems, it can be concluded that Zhuge's judgment is basically impossible to be wrong!
Chapter completed!