"Good news! County Magistrate Chen defeated more than 5,000 Yellow Turbans! Kill the enemy chief He Man!"

The message of Chen Fei's victory over He Man quickly spread, and the whole of Yangdi was so excited.

Against the backdrop of the fact that other county towns were in a hurry and actively provided money and food for the Yellow Turban thieves, this victory seemed very difficult, and naturally boosted confidence.

It only took a quarter of an hour to defeat He Man, but then Chen Fei spent half a day mobilizing nearly two thousand military and civilians to completely clean up the battlefield - there were too many corpses, and if they were left alone, it would definitely pollute the river and then have a huge impact on the production and life of the people downstream.

After seeing the corpses all over the ground, the military and civilians of Yangdi naturally became more convinced of Chen Fei's record:

"The magistrate of County Chen defeated eight thousand with a hundred cavalry!"

"Mr. Chen killed more than 10,000 enemies! There are countless drowning people!"

"The Yellow Turban Thief was killed and injured! The Ying River did not flow for it!"

In just one day, half of Yingchuan County knew Chen Fei's name - although this news became increasingly out of the original truth during the transmission process.

But Chen Fei not only did not expand, but was more calm.

Although he killed He Man, he did not hurt the main force of the Runan Yellow Turbans at all. If He Yi led the army to retaliate, the thousands of soldiers in Yangdi would not have the power to fight back.

"If we want to defend Yangdi, we need to continue recruiting troops!"

He issued a death order to Chu Liang, Wang Chong, and Geng Qiang:

"Recruiting troops immediately! Within ten days, at least one thousand new recruits will be recruited!"

Since he had started a war with the Yellow Turbans, he no longer cared about saving food. Expanding troops on the largest scale is the way to protect himself. Now he can only hope that through this big victory, the people of Yangdi can increase their enthusiasm for joining the army.

The only thing that comforts Chen Fei is that the Yellow Turbans in Runan is still four or five hundred miles away from Yangdi. Considering the low organizational efficiency of the Yellow Turbans, it will be difficult for He Yi to gather a large army to come to the city in the short term.

-

On October 16th, just three days after the Battle of Yingshui, Chen Fei received good news.

Chu Tong quickly reported to him:

"Report to the county lord, Yangcheng Order Zheng Fan and three others to visit!"

Chen Fei was stunned, took the prayer letter from his hand, and hurriedly glanced at him, and said:

"Come on your behalf!"

He also ordered Chu Tong and Yang Lian who were waiting behind him:

"Chu Tong, please come here quickly to discuss important matters. Xiaolian, warm wine for me and entertain guests."

Chu Tong rushed out hurriedly, while Yang Lian responded obediently, took off the kettle from the charcoal fire, poured the hot water lightly into the copper basin on one side, and then immersed the wine bottle in the water, allowing the heat to steam.

Of course, there are more high-end and exquisite wine utensils in this era, but firstly, the bronze utensils are bulky and inconvenient to carry, and secondly, Chen Fei has always been the only one who stops drinking, and is far from entering the stage of enjoying life.

As the heat was just overwhelming, three middle-aged people were walking side by side to enter the threshold. Through the mist, Chen Fei still clearly saw the names on their foreheads.

Zheng Fan10, Hu Kai15, and Zhou Li15 are obviously all people without any fame.

The three of them saluted at the same time, and one person said aloud:

"Yangcheng Order Zheng Fan, took the county magistrate of this county, Hu Kai, and Zhou Li, the county magistrate of the Lun family, to meet with the king of Chen County."

Since the two were on par, Chen Fei certainly could not abandon the etiquette. He stood up and returned the favor to the other party:

"You are kind to Zhengxianjun. The three of you came from afar, please come to the meeting to talk."

Both sides sat opposite each other, Yang Lian sat in the hall, raised the wine spoon, and poured wine for everyone. She was born in poverty and had never had the opportunity to attend a banquet before. When doing these things, she was inevitably a little clumsy.

Chen Fei looked at Yang Lian who was carefully pouring wine and said a few polite words:

"Yangcheng and Yangdi are neighbors. I am a newcomer and should have visited us now, but on the one hand, the government is complicated, and on the other hand, the Yellow Turban bandits invaded the county. As the county magistrate, I was really unable to escape, so I was unable to make a move. Instead, I was troubled by Zheng County Lord to come to visit. Please forgive me."

Zheng Fan bowed:

"Chenxianjun is polite. The reason why I am taking the initiative to visit is because I heard that Chenxianjun had just defeated thousands of Yellow Turbans, so I came to congratulate you."

Chen Fei said with a smile:

"Thank you. I was able to achieve this great victory, both the soldiers and the soldiers' bravery and the blessing of the times. I am not the only one who can achieve this victory."

Of course, this is not humility. If Chen Fei hadn't happened to lead his troops to hunt outside and He Man was about to cross the river, this victory would certainly not have been won so easily. Otherwise, even if they could protect the county town, the surrounding farmlands would have been damaged.

But of course Zheng Fan would think he is modest:

"It is rare that Chen County's king is victorious but not arrogant. Since Dong Zhuo's rebellion, in three or four years, there have been 17 cities in Yingchuan, which have been disturbed by bandits, and their lives have been devastated, and the people have been displaced. Although Yingchuan has famous families such as Xun, Chen, Zhong, Han, and Guo, there are no ones who have saved the county and the county. There are even aristocratic families who have avoided disasters. Only Chen County's king took office alone, defeating thousands of bandits with only one county's troops. The four counties in Yingbei were protected, all thanks to your contribution!"

He spoke very sincerely and did not over-praise the elements.

Chen Fei lowered his smile and confessed to the other party the difficulties:

"Although this time he defeated the bandits and shot and killed the Yellow Turban General He Man, he did not hurt the vitality of the Yellow Turban. I am afraid that He Yi will avenge his brother and bring a large army to him. At that time, he will only use the power of Yangdi City, and his destruction will probably be in an instant..."

Zheng Fan said:

"Yangdi is not only the capital of Yingchuan, but also the Yangcheng. The Lun family goes south to the throat. If Yangdi is destroyed, our two counties will naturally be lost. Zheng and the Lun family Zhuang County Jun discussed with each other and wanted to merge with Yangdi. Yangcheng and the Lun family two counties, 160,000 officials and people are willing to be the leader of Chen County Jun!"

Chen Fei almost fell from the seat and quickly refused:

"Thank you for your kindness in Zheng County. The three counties have formed an alliance and helped each other. I am very grateful. But... I am a junior student. I have no political experience or reputation. It is a lucky chance to defeat the Yellow Turbans. How dare I be arrogant before the two county lords?"

Zheng Fan raised his waist and said seriously:

"Zheng and Zhuang Jun are both mediocre scholars. They still lack courage to defend the city. No matter whether they lead troops to charge, they are not qualified to do this. For the sake of hundreds of thousands of people in the three counties, I beg you not to refuse."

The first refusal is polite, and the second time there is no need to be polite. What Zheng Fan said is the fact that Yangcheng is only seventy or eighty miles away from Yangdi. Once the Yellow Turbans break through Yangdi, Yangcheng will inevitably lose his lips and teeth. Even for the sake of its own safety, Yangcheng and Lun are willing to hold on for a longer period of time.

Chen Fei stood up from the table and bowed to him solemnly:

"Zhengxianjun is so sincere, Fei dare not refuse. From then on, Yangdi, Yangcheng and Lun counties depend on each other. I only hope that the two county lords will help each other and we will jointly protect the safety of Yingbei."

Zheng Fan and the other two hurriedly returned the gift:

"This is naturally. Our three counties have become one, Yangcheng, and Lun's money, grain and materials can be transported to Yangdi within a few days."

Chen Fei bowed again:

"Thank you, Zhengxianjun."

After the four of them bowed, Chu Liang came late. He bowed to Chen Fei with a slightly strange expression:

"Report to the county lord, Guo Jia, a member of the Guo clan, is asking for a visit outside the door."

-

"The first snow this year seems to have come a little late."

Guo Jia, who was guarding outside the door, looked up at the sky and felt a hint of cold winter.

Occasionally, one or two snowflakes fell from the gray sky, and the cold wind blew into his collar, causing the thin Guo Jia to chill.

"If you don't dislike it, you can come to the gatehouse to cook the fire."

Wang Fu, an old gatekeeper of the county government, greeted him.

“Thank you so much.”

Guo Jia nodded and thanked him, rubbed his hands, and entered the doorman.

The concierge was narrow and cramped, and filled with all kinds of strange smells. He just frowned slightly and came to the brazier.

He glanced at the desk and said with a smile:

"Oh, my father-in-law is very lucky. Is there a chicken butt here?"

Wang Fu subconsciously protected the wine and meat:

"It's all the blessings of the county magistrate. I also sent a sheep and two chickens to me, so that my family can have a good winter. Do you want to have a bite?"

Guo Jia glanced at him and waved his hand:

"The elders gave wine, but they dared not refuse."

Wang Fu poured him a shallow cup with some distress. Guo Jia quietly wiped the cup with his cuffs, and then took a small sip:

"This wine is good, thank you for your father-in-law. I went out in a hurry, so I can only make money for the wine."

He took out three copper plates from his waist and placed them gently on the table:

"I'll ask, what's the temper of this new Chenxianjun?"

Wang Fumei smiled and put away the money for the wine:

"When it comes to Chenxianjun, he is really a good person. Although he is young, it seems that he can't hold back the situation, but County Chief Chu and the two county magistrates are respectful to him. On weekdays, they are always polite to old men and other servants, and never stingy with rewards.

But... don't think he has no temper. Do you know the Zhao family in the north of the city? The family is old and evil, and there is no good thing. After hearing this, Chen County Jun was furious and killed more than 30 people in one go. But who in the county applauded?

This time it was even more amazing. Chen County Jun learned that the Yellow Turban Thiefs had invaded the border and brought only one hundred people to the county town. Everyone thought it was a life-and-death matter. Unexpectedly, all of these hundred people would have to come back! A mere hundred people actually killed more than 10,000 people on the other side!”

Guo Jia laughed in silence:

"More than ten thousand people?"

Feeling that he was questioned, Wang Fu blew his beard:

"It's not that I'm here to be so generous, who else in Yangdi County doesn't know the reputation of Chen County?

I have a eldest nephew who is on duty in the county government office and goes to salvage the corpses. After I come back, I can't eat for three days. Guess what? The yellow turban corpses salvaged from Yingshui have piled up for more than ten miles!
To be continued...