"You two came to look for me at the same time. I guess there must be something big going on!"
After Zhang Jiao glanced at the two of them, he sat down again and said calmly: "Let's be honest, you have already calculated it, and I can't refuse it!"
Although Zhang Jue's tone was calm, his words revealed boundless resentment. Seeing this, Nan Hua said coldly: "Do you resent being a teacher in your heart?"
The cold tone made people feel that not only were the two not masters and disciples, they seemed to be enemies.
Zhang Jiao did not look at Nan Hua, but looked up at the stars and said stiffly: "I don't dare."
"That's resentment!" Nan Hua's expression changed slightly and he sighed: "You must have thought that the master was using you as his disciple to achieve the purpose of destroying the Han Dynasty."
"Isn't it?" Zhang Jiao sneered.
Zhang Jiao was originally just a poor Confucian scholar who became a Taoist priest after being accepted as a disciple by Nanhua. However, as a Taoist, Zhang Jiao in turn crippled the Taoists and embarked on a path that he knew he would lose.
And I am willing to go down the opposite path.
Nan Hua was not unkind to Zhang Jue. Even the Taoist treasure "The Art of Peace" was passed on to Zhang Jue. However, the so-called deep love and deep hatred, when Zhang Jiao knew everything, his resentment towards Nan Hua, his master, naturally deepened.
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"That's your own choice, no one forces you!" Nan Hua sighed.
"I have no choice at all!"
Zhang Jiao shouted angrily, then turned to mockingly: "The Hundred Schools of Taoism are really powerful. Four hundred years ago, you caused the Qin Dynasty to fall apart. Now the Han Dynasty will make the same mistake again under your control."
Zhang Jue was extremely afraid of people like Nan Hua who were hiding in the dark. They had the ability and means to destroy the Han Dynasty but did not do it themselves. They just wandered among the major forces and the world was destroyed by just talking.
The chaos they stirred up is developing in the direction they want.
Maybe he was still the one in the palace, and he was just a pawn in the game between hundreds of schools of thought. Zhang Jiao thought to himself.
"Haha, you don't have a choice, how could I have chosen it?" Nan Hua laughed at himself and said: "Whether Qin or Han, their rise and fall have their own destiny. With or without you and me, the process and results will not change. The same is true for me as a teacher.
I can’t help myself…”
"Don't be hypocritical." Zhang Jiao interrupted Nan directly, disdainfully saying: "Tell me the purpose of your trip!"
Nan Hua sighed when he heard this, but Hu Zhao stood up with a smile and said: "Since Brother Zhang is determined to weaken the world's aristocratic families, we are naturally here to help you!"
"It turns out that in your eyes, my behavior can only weaken the family!" Zhang Jiao smiled bitterly. He also knew in his heart that what Hu Zhao said was the truth, and from the moment the family of the world started fighting, the Yellow Turbans had entered a countdown to death.
But Zhang Jiao was unwilling to give in. After struggling for so many years, Zhang Jiao just wanted to find a way out for the people of the world. If he couldn't escape his fate in the end, what was the point of raising an army?
The world belongs to the common people and is not exclusive to aristocratic families. Even if I have to defy heaven, I, Zhang Jiao, will take the world back from the hands of aristocratic families! Zhang Jiao kept warning himself in his heart, and only in this way can he continue to fight.
Motivation.
After hearing what Hu Zhao said, Zhang Jiao felt even more bitter, and he still couldn't refuse!
Zhang Jiao is not a puppet, but he feels that there is an invisible thread controlling him. He wants to get rid of the control of Baijia, but Baijia is not interested in fame, profit, and power, and even actively sent some companies to Zhang Jiao.
What can Zhang Jiao do if he cannot refuse the benefits? He can only suffer and be happy!
"Last time, they asked me to seize food from aristocratic families, but what is it this time?" Zhang Jiao said lightly. The reason why he obeyed their wishes was because the Yellow Turbans had no way out.
Hu Zhao took out a piece of silk from his arms and handed it to Zhang Jiao.
"This is a list of aristocratic families under the Yellow Turbans who have more than 10,000 kilograms of grain reserves. With this list, you will be able to collect more than a year's rations for the millions of Yellow Turbans in a short period of time."
"Hiss!"
Zhang Jiao quickly grabbed the list from Hu Zhao's hand, and when he glanced at it and saw that it was densely packed with names, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"The Guandong family is so rich. Even if they emptied the Han treasury, their income would not be half of what is on the list!" Zhang Jiao murmured to himself.
It is estimated that there are hundreds of aristocratic families written in Hu Zhao's list. In addition, Hu Zhao also divided these aristocratic families into three groups, one group from 10,000 shi to 50,000 shi, one group from 50,000 shi to 100,000 shi, and one group above 100,000 shi.
Group.
You must know that the resources owned by the aristocratic family are not only food, but also the aristocratic family in the area occupied by the Yellow Turbans has so many reserves. What about the unoccupied land?
Astronomical figures.
The Yellow Turbans can only survive by taking food from aristocratic families!
"Brother Hu, is this list true?" Zhang Jiao said excitedly.
Zhang Jiao couldn't help but be excited. With these grains and grass as support, even if all the land previously occupied was lost, the Yellow Turbans would be enough to support the largest offensive, conquering the capital of the Han Dynasty in one fell swoop, thereby changing fate against the odds.
"Of course!"
Seeing this, Hu Zhao chuckled and said: "With these provisions as a guarantee, Brother Zhang's unnatural move should increase the chance of winning by 10%."
Zhang Jiao was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said, "Is it just 10% more?"
"The support of tens of millions of people in Guandong can give the Yellow Turbans a 10% chance of winning. And..."
Hu Zhao looked at Zhang Jiao seriously and continued! "The unity within the Yellow Turbans can be improved by another ten percent!"
"Only 30%?"
Zhang Jiao asked unwillingly: "It must be 50%!"
It is not easy to act against the will of nature, and going from a situation of inevitable defeat to having a 30% chance of winning is already a big span, but Zhang Jiao is still not satisfied.
If he is not even 50% sure, wouldn’t it be possible that he has harmed tens of millions of people because of his own selfishness?
Zhang Jiao cannot afford to lose. Once he fails, it will be equivalent to the people losing to the aristocratic family, and the people will be ruled by the aristocratic family again, so he must try his best to win even by one point.
"The 40% chance of winning is Zhang Jiao's own safety. Once you die, the Yellow Turban will be decomposed immediately!"
Hu Zhao said seriously: "So Brother Zhang, you have to take care of yourself!"
"I know. I must not die before overthrowing the country that is rotten to the core by the Han Dynasty!"
Although Zhang Jiao's face is pale, his tone is extremely firm.
"As for the fifth percentile, it depends on people."
Hu Zhao hesitated for a moment, then when Nan Hua nodded to him, he leaned into Zhang Jiao's ear and whispered something.
As he listened, Zhang Jiao's eyes widened with excitement and disbelief.
He actually mentioned 50%!
"Brother Kong Ming, please pay homage to Zhang Jiao."
"Absolutely not!"
Hu Zhao quickly stopped him and said seriously: "Whether the people have a future depends entirely on you, Brother Zhang!"
"Zhang Jiao tried his best."
Looking at Zhang Jue with a determined look on his face, Nan Hua sighed in his heart. It was Zhang Jue who had such courage that made him choose him in the first place. Facts have proved that his choice was not wrong.