Rebuilding the Han Dynasty: Jingxiang's Strategy

Twenty years after Jian'an, I woke up and became the prefect of Wenshan. The treasury is empty, the soldiers are scattered, and the three major tribes outside the city have just drank my wind-receiving wine—— By the way, I measured the size of my neck. The staff said: Mr. Fu, please write a suicide note. I didn't write it. I dug out three coffins of stolen money hidden by my predecessor from the underground of the treasury, and used my remaining junior high school chemistry memory to The result is snow-white fine salt that Wenshan has never seen before. Then I took a picture of the map and said to a passing refugee leader: "Your name is Wang Ping?" "Don't go to Hanzhong." "Stay here and I'll teach you how to draw contour lines." Later, Zhuge Liang wrote to me and asked me how I found the path to Hanzhong. I didn't reply. It's not that I don't want to go back. It's because I'm waiting for Ma Chao's reply—— I don't know if he will come. I don't know if I can survive until that day. But if you can survive until—— This path is the stepping stone I prepared for Uncle Huang. Boss Cao was attacked from both sides. Recover the Han Dynasty. That's a bit loud. But that's what I thought. No sooner said than done.