In the sixth year of Guanghe's reign, I entered Luoyang West Garden carrying five glass beads. Zhang Rang didn't even raise his eyelids. When I opened the lid of the box, he jumped up. Three are dedicated to His Majesty, two are left for him, and there are two ways to come back the next day: the governor of Youzhou, or a wealthy county of his choice. I chose Youzhou. The rich and aristocratic families gathered together, even the bones and dregs were left. But the barbarians in the north of Youzhou are watching, there are many powerful people, and there will be a Yellow Turban next year - just in time, no one is watching me in the chaotic place.
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