After all, it was outside the Great Wall, and they were camping at night without bedding. When Wen Bang woke up from his dream, he felt a chill that was not bone-piercing but made his body shiver.
He reached out and touched it, but there were still tears on his cheeks. It was March of the seventh year of Wude, more than four years ago. He touched his side with the other hand, and there were a few strands popping out of the holes in the simple clothes on the ground. The grass has dew condensation on it.
This young man in his twenties never thought that he would be a member of a noble family and become a serf in Wuyuan County. After many nights of despair, he never thought that he would one day return to Han Dynasty. .
Hearing the sudden noise outside, Wen Bang took a deep breath, put on his clothes and walked out of the tent. It was already bright outside, and the soldiers with swords on their waists were banging gongs. Darkness poured out from far and near. Seven or eight cavalry The horses galloped back and forth, dividing the crowd into sections.
"It doesn't have to be so precise, just about a thousand people will be enough." A soldier in his twenties wearing soft armor shouted, pointing at Wenbang, "You all come here!"
There was a slight commotion in the surrounding crowd, but Wen Bang did not hesitate. He was the first to walk out of the crowd and stood in the direction pointed by the soldier.
The surrounding soldiers were all burly men, and they seemed to have been busy for a long time. Wen Bang stood on tiptoes and looked out. Although he couldn't see anything, he could clearly see the sky. He turned his head and shouted to the crowd, raising his finger to point. in the air.
There were dozens of plumes of smoke rising in the air.
"This guy is quite clever." The soldier was a little surprised and turned around and said, "Second brother, I'll leave this to you while I go to the next camp."
Zhou Erlang, who was drinking water, made a vague hum, glanced at Wen Bang's face, put down the bamboo tube after a moment, and shouted in a rough voice: "The literate people come out."
Wen Bang took a step forward and bowed, "I'm well-versed in Chinese."
Zhou Erlang nodded and pointed to his side to signal the other party to come over. After a while, three or four more people came out.
"Silence, everyone, silence!" Seeing that the crowd in front of him was still chattering, Zhou Lang suddenly took off his riding whip from his mount behind him and waved it in the air, shouting: "If there is any more noise, you will not be able to eat for a day!"
Such a direct threat had a very good effect, and the people in front of him immediately became quiet.
But facing a thousand people, even though Zhou Erlang shouted, the people behind him couldn't hear clearly. It was still a dozen of his soldiers who rushed to the horse to scold them, and the thousand-man team slowly fell silent.
"Listen to me clearly!" Zhou Erlang simply got on his horse and shouted: "First of all, you are not allowed to escape without permission."
"You have returned to the Han Dynasty and are no longer slaves. You will definitely be able to return home. But if you escape and are hunted down and killed, even if you escape, you will not be able to enter Yanmen Pass!"
"Even if some of you are from Daizhou and know the trails, can you still climb mountains and ridges?!"
In a sense, Ashina Sheer went without food for several days, leaving these 30,000 people with almost no mobility. It was a no-brainer to cross mountains and ridges.
"Second, register and make a list, and explain it in advance if you have a family and a family."
Having been in battle several times, Zhou Zhoulang said very skillfully, "If you can return to your hometown, then you will return to your hometown. If you can't return to your hometown, your Highness will also arrange it. You will never sit idly by."
Some brave people shouted and asked: "Whose Highness is it?"
There was a commotion in the crowd. Most of these 30,000 people were from Hedong. Everyone knew that when Liu Wuzhou conquered Hedong and was defeated in the battle of Baibi, Qin King Li Shimin chased the enemy with light cavalry and returned to his homeland.
"My husband, Li Huairen, the king of Handan County in the Tang Dynasty, was once the magistrate of Dai County, and is currently the director of Daizhou General Manager's Office. He was ordered to take charge of Daizhou General Manager's Office."
Wen Bang was a little surprised. He had never heard of this name, nor the so-called King of Handan, but Shi, the acting governor, was in charge of the acting governor's office. He should be one of the most powerful figures in the entire Hedong Road.
"It's Li Huairen!" A slightly older middle-aged man beside him whispered.
Wen Bang glanced sideways, and the man was trembling with excitement.
The middle-aged man whispered: "I came to Yunzhou last year. I heard that Li Huairen, the acting county magistrate, reorganized the army and moved the people there. He loved the people like his own children and was both civil and military."
Several people around him were greatly relieved. Most of the other serfs who were driven here were confused, but these few literate people had been worried. Now they can finally rest assured that at least it is not a bad thing, at least they can survive.
"Those over fifty years of age will come out!"
Zhou Yilang and a dozen soldiers shouted repeatedly, "Those under the age of fifteen come out."
"Women with children under ten years of age go out."
There was another commotion in the crowd, and some people even raised dead branches that they had picked up from nowhere... As is the Turkic practice, it is also the practice of the grassland. If you are too old, you can only consume food but it is of no use. It is better to kill it if you keep it. The same goes for being too young.
There have been famines in the Turks in recent years, and a group of them are killed every winter.
"Don't worry." Zhou Erlang shouted at the top of his voice: "Young and strong people have other arrangements. The elderly and women need to make fires to cook. The food will be shipped today, so you won't be hungry!"
"The sick are coming out, and the injured are out too!"
"A doctor will come to heal you later."
Let his soldiers explain, Zhou Zuorang ran back on his horse, turned over and dismounted, picked up the bamboo tube and drank some water, rubbed his uncomfortable throat, and said to the Wenbang people: "Bamboo slips, paper and pen, and inkstones will be given later." Someone sent it to me and registered it in a register, recording the name, place of origin, and age. The bamboo slips were hung around everyone's waist. It must be completed before dusk tomorrow."
"yes."
"Pick some more craftsmen to build houses later. They will all be built in the same style, using red bricks. Someone will teach you..." Zhou Erlang took a breath, "As long as you can live in it, sleep on the ground in March. Sooner or later I won’t be able to hold on anymore, let alone having many children.”
Zhou Zhoulang saw that the people in front of him were confused, but Wen Bang was still awake. He caught him and explained everything in detail, from defecation to eating, from boiling drinking water to making sure the children had enough food. Wen Bang's brain felt swollen after listening to it. Barely remembered.
After being dull for a while, Wen Bang took a step forward and whispered: "Dare you ask... I'm waiting for this..."
"This place used to be Guji Town, and Lang Jun decided to rebuild the fort." Zhou Lang said casually, and looked at Wen Bang thoughtfully, "Lang Jun captured Jieli Khan's only son alive and transferred you from Wuyuan County. Come back, as long as the fortress is completed, you can go back to Hedong. Don't even think about escaping. Thousands of cavalry are stationed around you. If you escape, you will die!"
"Capture Jieli Khan's only son alive?" Wen Bang was confused, "Rebuild the fort?"
Several other people exclaimed in low voices. They worked as serfs in Wuyuan County. They worked hard every day, lacked food and clothing, and had no information channels... They didn't know anything about the changes in Daizhou this year. The name Li Shan was only in the It was spread among the upper-class Turks, and these serfs were even more unaware of it.
The soldiers over there selected 20 people from the thousand-man team to serve as captains. Every fifty people were in a team. They were forced to sit together. If one person escaped, the whole team was punished. The captain even had to be beheaded in public display... But there are also advantages, the ration quota is higher. There are many, and you can choose your accommodation in advance.
"Someone will take you there later...a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns for each person."
"A bowl of porridge and a bun for women over fifty, under fifteen, and women, and for children under ten, until they are full."
Seeing that Zhou Yilang was about to leave, Wen Bang couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "Now in the Central Plains..."
Zhou Erlang turned around strangely and asked, "How long have you been in Wuyuan County?"
"In the third year of Wude, Chuluo Khan attacked Hedong and was taken prisoner to Wuyuan County." Wen Bang looked haggard.
"In the fourth year of Wude, the Central Plains has been settled. In the fifth year of Wude, Jiangnan, Shu, Jianghuai, Shannan, and Lingnan have all been pacified." Zhou Yilang thought for a while and continued: "Although Liu Heitai returned to Hebei twice, The Jianghuai army revolted last year, but was wiped out, and the world was unified."
Seeing that Wen Bang still wanted to ask, Zhou Erlang impatiently pointed at the group of people walking over, "If you have anything else to ask him, he happens to be a member of the Wen clan..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Zuorang was surprised to see Wen Bang prostrate himself to the ground with tears streaming down his face. Wen Yanbo, who was approaching quickly, was shaken all over.
"It's really the Wen clan of Taiyuan..." Zhou Zuorang smacked his lips, but he didn't have time to sigh. Thirty thousand people and thirty thousand-man teams are still busy.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
