Chapter 217

"Hmph!"

Watching Zhang Liao's back as he turned and left, Wang Han, sitting in the hall, snorted coldly: "What kind of thing is he, to dare to challenge me!"

"Does he really think he's great because he fought a few battles?"

Wang Han looked disdainful, his eyes narrowed as he watched Zhang Liao's back.

"Complaining about me to my uncle time and time again."

"Zhang Liao, if it weren't for the fact that you are a powerful clan in Mayi, do you really think I couldn't deal with you!"

"Bring pen and ink." Wang Han looked at the maid standing on the side.

The maid hurriedly bowed and responded, then brought pen and ink.

After taking the pen and ink, Wang Han took a piece of silk and wrote on it for a while.

After writing, he shook it in front of him to dry the ink, then folded it together.

"Give this letter to Wang Meng and let him quickly go to Yinguan to send it to my uncle." Wang Han said to the maid on the side.

The maid took the letter with both hands and nodded.

Wang Han sneered.

After leaving Wang Han's mansion, Zhang Liao's face was livid.

Even the few people who followed him could see the unhappiness on Zhang Liao's face.

Looking back at the two closed gates of Wang Han's mansion.

Zhang Liao clenched his fists tightly.

Then he turned and walked toward his warhorse.

The soldiers waiting on the side hurriedly stepped forward.

"General, we..."

Zhang Liao's gaze was gloomy as he whispered two words: "Return to the residence."

Seeming unwilling to stay for another moment, after saying return to the residence, Zhang Liao immediately turned onto his horse and headed toward the residence in the pass.

Compared to Wang Han's luxurious mansion, the place where Zhang Liao lived was an ordinary civilian house.

The courtyard had no extra decorations, a simple courtyard, and a house made of adobe.

After returning home, Zhang Liao began to pack his bags in the room.

In the simple, clean room, there was only a bed, a few cabinets, and a desk.

Beside the desk was a small bookshelf piled with bamboo slips.

Taking clothes out of the cabinet and putting away the bamboo slips one by one, Zhang Liao sat behind the desk, picked up the brush on the inkstone, dipped it in ink, and began to write vigorous characters on a blank scroll.

The beginning was the word "resignation."

As he wrote, Zhang Liao's face was extremely ugly.

Since Wang Han came to Loufan Pass, withholding military grain had become the norm.

There were not many commoners living in Loufan Pass, mostly the families of soldiers.

And it was poor, and it was a pass.

There was almost no way to make money.

But Wang Han used his position to sell military grain and military horses.

Finally, he replaced the good with the bad, using the price of selling high-quality rice to buy coarse rice.

Replacing high-quality military horses with inferior horses.

This was not the first or second time.

Zhang Liao wanted to expose it.

And he had petitioned Wang Rou, who was the Grand Administrator and Colonel Protecting the Xiongnu, several times.

But all the letters of exposure and reporting had sunk into the sea.

Wang Rou and Wang Han were uncle and nephew, a fact Zhang Liao knew well.

At first, Zhang Liao still had fantasies, hoping that Wang Rou, as the Grand Administrator, could enforce the law in Bingzhou and destroy his relatives for the sake of justice.

However, after several exposures, the news had all sunk into the sea, and Zhang Liao knew that he couldn't manage these things.

He thought Wang Han would restrain himself after making money.

But now it seems that this idea was completely wrong.

Of the five thousand shi of military grain, Wang Han withheld more than three thousand, nearly four thousand.

He said it was to fill the supplies, but Zhang Liao knew without thinking that this military grain would definitely be sold by Wang Han, and then he would use the money from the sale to buy some coarse rice, and the quantity would be much less.

Since he couldn't stand this kind of thing, and he couldn't manage it.

Then he could only pretend not to see it.

Resign!

Leave Loufan Pass and return to Mayi.

Just hoping not to see Wang Han's face again.

Outside the house, the deputy general walked into the house.

Seeing the tidy room and the packed bags.

The deputy general already knew what Zhang Liao was going to do.

"General..." the deputy general said reluctantly: "Is the General leaving?"

The deputy general was five or six years older than Zhang Liao.

But regardless of ability or character, the deputy general was convinced by Zhang Liao.

Loufan Pass was bitter, but Zhang Liao's family was a powerful clan in Mayi.

With considerable family wealth.

But Zhang Liao had nothing special in Loufan Pass, living in an ordinary civilian house, eating the same rice and coarse rice as the soldiers.

Every day he climbed the city wall to patrol and train the soldiers, never missing a day in winter or summer.

And he often used his own salary to subsidize the soldiers.

Such a good general, no soldier was unconvinced or disrespectful.

Zhang Liao put down the brush in his hand, as if there were thousands of words in his heart.

"It's not that I want to leave, but that this place can no longer accommodate me."

"After I leave, everything here will be handed over to you." Zhang Liao looked at the deputy general and said.

The deputy general lowered his head and sighed: "After the General leaves, the soldiers' lives will be even harder."

"When the General is here, he can still fight for some benefits for everyone, but if the General leaves like this, this Loufan Pass... I'm afraid it will be completely rotten."

"If the Xianbei and Xiongnu come to invade in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist."

"General, is the General really leaving?"

Zhang Liao nodded.

The deputy general knew why Zhang Liao was leaving, and also knew that he could not be stopped.

So he could only nod along.