The closer he got to Handan, the more silent he became.

There were many people standing in front of every town, or sitting in front of each town. The elderly sat beside the road, looking blankly into the distance, waiting for their children. The women coaxed the children in their arms and wiped their tears. Everyone stared at the carriage that was driving from afar, without saying a word, and in the silence of death. The elderly stood up tremblingly and stood respectfully beside the road. Zhao Kuo hurriedly got off the carriage.

"I wonder if there is any news about Changping? My son has not sent me a letter from home for two months..." The old man said and started crying. He said, "His mother has passed away. I wrote to him and he did not reply..." Looking at the old man sobbing in front of him, Zhao Kuo was silent for a moment before asking, "What is your son calling him?"

"His name is Lu."

"Are you Lu's father?" Zhao Kuo said, "I just arrived from Changping. I know your son. Because the Qin people attacked the road, Changping has no way to reply here yet. Don't worry, I will go back to Changping soon. At that time, I will ask him to come back." The old man looked at him with tears in his eyes and asked, "You haven't deceived me, are you?"

"No, please feel sorry for your grief and wait for Lu to come back with peace of mind."

"Okay... OK," the old man said in a daze.

Zhao Kuo took some fruits from the car, walked to the children with a smile, and distributed the fruits to the children. The children happily picked up the fruits and shouted. A child who was only three or four years old looked at Zhao Kuo blankly and shouted: "Father!" Zhao Kuo was stunned. Her mother patted him hard and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense!"

The children started crying, and the rest of the children suddenly started crying, calling out to their fathers.

Zhao Kuo got on the carriage and left here like a fleeing.

There were many people kneeling begging for pedestrians by the road. But when they saw Zhao Kuo, many people still covered their faces and shed tears in pain. They didn't want Zhao Kuo to see their faces. Without Zhao Kuo's instructions, Ge got off the carriage and gave them some food. He chatted with them for a while before he came back and continued to drive the car. He said, "These people are all merchants."

"No one buys their goods, they are fighting everywhere, and they have no one to escort goods abroad for sale... and now they can't buy food for a few thousand yuan, and money is not considered wealth."

When the carriage arrived near Mafu Township, Ge asked, "Do you want to go to see your mistress and go to Handan again?"

Zhao Kuo was silent for a moment before saying, "Let's go to Handan first. I'll come back to see my mother when the matter is done there." Ge nodded, and the carriage quickly rushed towards Handan City. Every time he came to Handan, Zhao Kuo could always clearly see the changes here. There were fewer and fewer people on the road, and the people were getting thinner. The simple "people have good fortune" in history books is so cruel in reality.

When Zhao Kuo saw the old man whose stomach was so shriveled that it was a little scary, the old man shriveled down from his chest. He could clearly see the ribs that were about to be exposed, which was particularly terrifying. Zhao Kuo couldn't bear to continue looking. The old man he saw last time was still the old man he saw at the gate of Handan. He still couldn't recognize Zhao Kuo. After interrogating it once, he let Zhao Kuo enter the city. Ge led Zhao Kuo to the direction of the palace.

The King of Handan is the largest building in Handan City. It is to add up all the houses in Handan East City, and probably not of this scale. In front of the vermilion gate of the palace, two tall warriors stood around vigilantly. When the carriage came to the gate of the palace, the two walked up. Zhao Kuo got off the carriage and Ge shouted: "Ma Fuzi came to pay homage to Shangjun!"

The two arrogant warriors were shocked and hurriedly showed respectful appearance to meet Zhao Kuo. Zhao Kuo returned the gift to them, and said, "I'll report it to me and say that Ma Fuzi has something important to pay homage to Shangjun." The two warriors agreed and hurriedly went back to report. Zhao Kuo waited in front of the palace gate. After waiting for a long time, the warrior walked out and said embarrassedly: "Shangjun has a distinguished guest coming to your door today, so it's not convenient to meet you. Shangjun said, please come again in a few days."

"I really have something very important to talk to Shangjun..." Zhao Kuo said anxiously, and the warriors shook their heads and said helplessly: "Ma Fuzi, please don't make things difficult for us, we have no choice." Zhao Kuo sighed, and Ge on the side suddenly burst into laughter, almost bursting into tears. He said: "Shaojun! Don't worry! When the Qin people put the sword on his neck and he comes to find you, you can just ask him to wait a few more days!"

The two warriors were shocked and held the hilt of the sword in their hands. However, they looked at Zhao Kuo in front of them, but they were reluctant to draw the sword. Zhao Kuo said nothing more and said to Ge: "Let's go to Mr. Lin's mansion to rest for a day, and come again tomorrow."

After a long time, Lin Xiangru looked much older and his cough became worse. However, he was very happy. When he saw Zhao Kuo, he held Zhao Kuo's hand tightly and said, "I heard that you sent hundreds of thousands of stones of grain to Changping. This is something that many wealthy people in Handan have never done. My family is poor and I can't help you. Please forgive me."

"Please don't say that. What I did is just a trivial thing for war." Zhao Kuo said, his face becoming more and more lonely. Lin Xiangru saw his uneasy and frustration and asked, "What are you doing to return to Handan so eagerly?"

"I want Shangjun to appoint Pingyuanjun to go to various countries for help, but Shangjun did not see me, I don't know why."

Lin Xiangru coughed again and said, "Please don't worry. A few days ago, a guest came from Chu State to pay homage to Shangjun. Shangjun was busy entertaining him. He probably had no free time. He would definitely meet you after a few days."

"In your opinion, can this matter succeed?" Zhao Kuo asked hurriedly, his expression was very similar to those who asked him about the war. Lin Xiangru was silent for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It must be successful. In such a dangerous time, Shangjun will not refuse your proposal. Pingyuanjun has many friends, Xinlingjun of Wei, and his wife's brother-in-law. He went to various countries in person and will definitely be able to solve the crisis of Zhao."

"Okay...Okay..." Zhao Kuo said in a daze.

In the following days, Zhao Kuo lived in Lin Xiangru's mansion. He would go to the palace every day, but the two warriors would always shake their heads helplessly. Zhao Kuo went to the palace more and more frequently, and even six or seven times a day. Even the warriors in the palace were ashamed and dared not raise their heads to pay homage to Zhao Kuo. Five days passed like this. When Zhao Kuo rushed to the door of the palace again, the warriors were already watching. When they saw Zhao Kuo, they screamed, Shangjun wanted to see him!

Zhao Kuo smiled and followed the warriors into the palace. As soon as he walked into the palace, he smelled a strong smell of meat and wine. The warrior told Zhao Kuo that King Zhao had been hosting banquets for several days in a row to entertain guests from Chu, so this smell was filled here. The scale of the palace was also extremely large, with clear pools, the roads were paved with gravel, and there were various trees on both sides. Several exquisite pavilions could be seen in the distance, which could be called Langyuan.

Following the warrior, Zhao Kuo finally met King Zhao.

King Zhao was not old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a smell of wine all over his body. Around him were many ministers, and there were cauldrons in front of everyone. Seven cauldrons were placed in front of King Zhao. There were meat rolling in the cauldrons, emitting a strong fragrance. On the left side of everyone, there was only a vacant space for Zhao Kuo. There were five cauldrons in front, three bowls, and the bowl was filled with pieces of meat and the cup was full of fine wine.

King Zhao hurriedly walked down and walked to Zhao Kuo. Zhao Kuo was about to salute him, but he quickly helped Zhao Kuo up and said, "I haven't let you in these days. Please don't blame me. It's just that I have too many distinguished guests here and there are not enough cauldrons. If I use the three cauldrons, I'm afraid I will disrespect you. Look, these five cauldrons were specially sent by me, and no one has used them."

When Zhao Kuo heard this absurd and real excuse, he suddenly laughed.

Like Ge, she burst into tears.
Chapter completed!