The arrow directed towards Zhang Da's face was blocked by Zhang Tai's sword.
Although it was a pity to kill the bandit, Zhang Da had lost the ability to resist at this time. The subsequent arrow was obviously aimed at killing him, and the arrow that could control the direction at will could only be controlled by a scholar.
But who is it? Zhang Tai shouldn’t be directing and acting on his own. Gan Fu is by Huo Guang’s side. The two of them almost didn’t participate in the battle. This one-sided war developed too fast. Gan Fu grabbed Huo Guang from the beginning and stopped him.
Participating in the war, I don’t know for what purpose.
Li Hu was in a farther place. According to his new strength, he shouldn't be able to control arrows to kill people from such a distance.
"Master Gan, why don't you let me go to the war? After all, I am also a scholar."
"Scholar, don't commit unprovoked killings, which are harmful to your character. At your age, just follow me and gain experience. What are you doing with killing?"
Huo Guang felt it was a pity and wanted to try some tricks. He didn't know if he would be timid in the face of real people.
Gan Fu looked at Huo Guang's eager expression and said: "Young people, don't always think about fighting. If a scholar wants to become stronger, he must cultivate his moral character. Although the method of controlling things with Qi is far stronger than that of ordinary people, his anger is too strong.
Words travel only a short distance."
"Isn't it just writing? What's the difference?"
Ganfu shook his head, as if he was looking at an idiot with an incomprehensible mind.
"The same character written by different people has different shapes and forms. Some people write it beautifully, some people are crooked, some people's characters are like a spring breeze, and some people's characters are really difficult to read. These are all differences, and the same is true for the characters written by scholars.
, there are good and bad ones. When you write a word, your state of mind has an impact on the power of the word."
Huo Guang fell into deep thought. According to Gan Fu, the quality of words will also affect the use of abilities.
Before I had time to think about it, the battle with the bandits came to an end. They surrendered almost immediately after the soldiers invaded. Zhang Da was also captured, and very few people resisted.
Zhang Tai himself rarely encountered such a smooth speed in catching thieves, and couldn't help but wonder whether our side was too strong or the enemy was too weak.
After tying up all the bandits, including some women, children, old and young, who were begging for mercy, Zhang Tai tied up Zhang Da and asked, "The bandit Zhang Da has occupied the mountain to do evil and brought disaster to the village. He should be punished for his crime."
"Fart, when did I bring disaster to the countryside?"
"How can you say that you are not causing harm to the village if you block the road and rob us?"
"The caravans I robbed were all profiteers. That's called killing harm for the people." Opening his mouth was quite tough.
Zhang Tai kicked him in the face and said: "You are robbing and you still have some reasoning. You are a deserter guarding the border. Bah, you are shameful."
Zhang Da yelled angrily: "Why do you want me to go guard the border? Why don't you go? Rich people don't have to go after paying the money. It's just poor people like us who have to die. Who doesn't have parents to support..."
Bang
Zhang Tai hit Zhang Da on the back of the neck with a stick, knocking him unconscious.
He picked his ears and said, "What the heck?"
"Escort the bandits, we are going back."
Zhang Tai did not intend to clear out the bandits who had escaped before. Catching a few desperadoes all over the mountains and plains in the mountains might cause unnecessary losses. It would be enough to capture most of the bandits.
At this time, the sun was shining high and the clouds and fog in the mountains had dissipated. The summer sunshine was always like this. It was warm a few minutes ago and became hot after a few minutes.
Looking down from the mountain, Huo Guang saw the winding Fen River and a straight, empty road not far from the Fen River. He asked very curiously: "What kind of road is that?"
He was very surprised that there are such wide roads in this era.
Gan Fu knocked his wooden stick on the rocky ground, looked into the distance and said: "Since the Qin Dynasty, when cars and cars shared the same track and books and texts shared the same text, several emperors of the Han Dynasty have been committed to building a road that can travel quickly. This is the name of the country's highway.
It is a national highway that connects Chang'an, Luoyang and major cities in the north and south. A huge amount of money was spent to build this national highway."
"I don't think the utilization rate of Kongkongkuang is high."
"Ordinary caravans have to pay money if they want to use the national highway. Unless they have important supplies, no one will pay a huge amount of money. The national highway is the safest road. Even bandits know to avoid the national highway. If they dare
If they rob on the national highway, tomorrow the army of the Han Dynasty will bring them the mountain top as well, and all the dogs on the mountain will be cut into pieces."
"Is that an exaggeration?"
Gan Fu nodded: "Because the most important thing about the national highway is not to transport goods in ordinary times, but to move quickly during war. The most classic one in this dynasty was when your brother Huo Qubing set out from Chang'an with a hundred riders, traveling thousands of miles a day.
To reach the border and break the siege of the Huns, the biggest role on the national highway is to run steel horses."
Speaking of steel war horses and mechanical creatures, Huo Guang's interest suddenly aroused and he immediately asked: "How are steel war horses made?"
Gan Fu smiled slightly: "This cannot be passed on to others. Although the methods used by each stylist are similar, there are still some differences. If it were not my own disciple, I would not pass it on to others."
Seeing that Huo Guang was silent, Gan Fu looked at the passage down the mountain and sighed: "Mr. Zhang Qian said that it might be great if the national highway could be built to the Western Regions and pass through the windy desert Gobi."
"Master Gan, you seem to like the Han Dynasty very much."
"Of course I like it. Compared to the Xiongnu and the Western Regions, the Han are much more interesting and better."
The group of people started their return journey. Because they were escorting the bandits, their pace was much slower. The pastoral scenery was not monotonous at all.
Huo Guang came to the bandit Zhang Da and looked at him carefully. At this time, Zhang Da, who was tied up by Wuhua Da, looked at Huo Guang with angry eyes: "What are you looking at, little brat."
"I've never seen a bandit before, let's see what it looks like." Huo Guang looked at him curiously, as if he were watching a monkey, and he opened his mouth wide and bit him.
"Why do you still bite people if you are born in the year of dog?"
"Ah Guang, please stop teasing him. This guy is causing trouble in the countryside and will probably be tattooed and sent to the frontier. Stay away from him." Zhang Tai reminded.
"Lieutenant Zhang, I don't seem to have found the Sang family to talk about the lost money."
Zhang Tai smiled slightly, but Huo Guang was still too naive: "We have already captured it. We will take it out when we get to the county captain's house. Everyone on this trip will be rewarded."
Sure enough, when they arrived at the County Lieutenant's Mansion, the Sang family had already sent the "stolen money", and County Lieutenant Zhang also generously rewarded his subordinates. He always gave more rewards to rich people when doing things for them.
Huo Guang felt that he was innocent. The Sang family still wanted to avenge Sang Jin. No money was really robbed. The money mentioned was just labor fees.
But Huo Guang had a question in his heart. The bandits he saw today were very cowardly. They were just a mob, half of them were women, children, old and young. Normally they wouldn't dare to commit suicide, so why did they pursue Sang Jin?
, Huo Guang didn’t think clearly for a while.
But there was no time for him to think too much, because news came from the Sang family that the bandit was arrested and headed to the Jiaodong Salt Farm as soon as possible.
