Wu Xiao led people to drive away a group of wild dogs and wolves and came to the ruins of the ruins.
"Brother, are you working in Tianxin City?"
This brother didn't reply to Hu San'er's question. His neck was crooked to one side, his face was pale, and big beads of sweat were flowing slowly.
"Go aside." Wu Xiao pushed Hu San away and stretched out his fingers to touch the man's neck.
"Nearly dead, the injuries are quite serious." Wu Xiao nodded to several of his men, leaned over and asked: "Who hurt you like this? Tell me, and I will provide you with justice. Daqi can't do it without the king's law?" "
"The eagle dogs of Daqi were tortured like this by the eagle dogs of Daqi."
Zhengfu's double-entendre answer made Wu Xiao feel very embarrassed.
Over the years, Wu Xiao, like his partner Lin Yu, has focused on eliminating any enemy that threatens the Emperor. Whether the opponent is an assassin preparing to assassinate the Emperor or a criminal who betrayed Da Qi, as long as he appears in the sight of the Imperial Guard, he will be killed. Clear it immediately.
In this sense, Wu Xiao and the others are the most powerful and loyal eagle dogs in Daqi.
A flock of crows flew over the village, croaking like low-hanging dark clouds.
"Why are there so many crows and the wild dogs we just saw?" Wu Xiao was obviously more willing to understand the meaning of Daqi Eagle Dog in a narrow sense.
"Death, the more people die, the more these beasts will become."
Whether it was because he was in a coma or for some other reason, the dying Zhengfu was willing to follow Wu Xiao's wishes.
"Water, water,"
Hu San'er slowly took off the kettle from Zheng's belt, and Wu Xiao snatched it away.
The clear water slowly flowed into Zhengfu's throat and gurgled out along the wound under his neck.
Wu Xiao looked at the shocking wound on his neck. It was visually inspected that the wound had suppurated, and it should have been penetrated by an arrow. Fortunately, the man had survived until now.
After drinking some water, Zhengfu's face became rosier and his human color returned. Wu Xiao was used to seeing life and death, and knew that this was the reflection of a person's life when he was seriously injured and dying.
"My uncle's servant is an archer. Koreans shoot arrows very accurately."
Wu Xiao ignored these incoherent ravings and pursued them relentlessly.
"Why are they shooting arrows?"
"If you don't finish the work, you will be impatient. Some of you will run away, some will die, and some of you will be left behind. It will take the work of several people."
At this point, everything is clear.
The four million taels of project funds allocated by the Supreme Emperor to Junzhou, mountains of food, materials, and hundreds of thousands of cheap labor were all devoured by these dogs and squandered them all. The endless money was transferred to Nanming. They were moved to Nanzhili, Suzhou, Hangzhou and other places and replaced with luxurious houses and thin horses for them to continue to enjoy themselves.
Seeing that the deadline was approaching and the completion of Tianxin City was getting closer and closer, they couldn't make a deal now, so they squeezed the people and workers even more in the hope of extending their lives, which led to a civil uprising.
"My uncle Guo said that by doing work and providing relief at the same time, the dilemma will go away..."
When Zhengfu was dying, he was still mumbling terms he didn't understand.
Not only did he not understand, Wu Xiao also didn't understand.
"With work and relief, the dilemma will go away." Wu Xiaojiang repeated this several times, tears gradually flooding his eyes.
"How many people did Jin Dajiu kill?"
"I don't know, everyone in our village was killed."
As the last trace of flashback was almost exhausted, Zhengfu stopped answering questions and raised his hand with difficulty to reach into his arms.
"What are you looking for?"
Hu San'er stretched out his hand and took out a dirty piece of cloth from his arms. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then he saw clearly that it was a sachet used by women. It was extremely dirty.
The sachet was soaked with blood and sweat, and was clotted into black lumps. At first glance, it looked like human organs.
Hu Saner felt unlucky and threw it aside.
Wu Xiao picked up the sachet. The owner of the sachet was on his deathbed, muttering something that others could not understand.
"Guests ask where they come from. I am from Xiangyang Pumpkin Shop. I have read some books. I was captured to serve as a corvee in the first year of Taichu. From then on, I said goodbye to Jin'er. I served as a regular soldier for two years and guarded the city in Xiangyang. The cold wind was biting for one year. He served in the military for one year, and then was transferred to the Huaihe River to build the river channel... He died in his hometown, and returned to his roots. Poor Mi family in Xiangyang, and his family disappeared."
Wu Xiao listened blankly to what he said. At the end of the sentence, the man who claimed to be a descendant of Mi Fu tilted his head and died.
The surroundings suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Wu Xiao has seen countless lives and deaths, and the love between his children and his children has long since passed away, while heroes are short-tempered.
However, after hearing the tragic story of this dead man, he suddenly felt something strange in his heart.
"If you knew that people lived like this, why did you follow the Supreme Emperor in rebellion in the first place?"
Wu Xiao asked in a voice that only he could hear, wondering who he was asking.
All the men were panicked, and no one answered the question that they knew they had asked.
For a moment, he had deep doubts about the empire's "Qi Dynasty Land System", about totalitarianism, about "concentrating efforts to do big things", and everything about Da Qi.
Fortunately, this suspicion only lasted for a moment. After a while, the empire's most loyal minions returned to their cruel nature.
There are too many poor people in the world, and besides, these are all caused by that thief Jin Dajiu.
"Bury it and go find Qin Jianxun and the others."
Wu Xiao put away the sachet, and when he came back this time, he went to Xiangyang City to ask if there was a girl from Jin'er and tell her what happened today.
Wu Xiao was full of curiosity about this girl named Jin'er. He was even more curious about how many ordinary people in Junzhou were forced to have their families destroyed under the cruel corvee force of Jin Dajiu and others.
Without saying a word, the three of them took off the engineering shovel from their horses and chose a secluded and feng shui location to bury Zheng Fu.
It was getting late, so the three of them continued on their way.
The road to Tianxin City is destined to be bumpy.
Wu Xiao rode for two miles when the horse suddenly got frightened and almost knocked him down.
More and more corpses of starving people appeared in the middle of the road. Many of the corpses had been stripped of their clothes, revealing their dark faces and skinny bodies.
The corvée promoted by Uncle Guo was purely free prostitution. Not only was no money given, but the people also had to bring their own food, clothes, hoes and axes.
The empire's oppression of the people in the pass has reached an outrageous level. Although all taxes on the people were canceled under the Qi Dynasty's farmland system, the corvee burdens on ordinary people were even more onerous than those in the late Ming Dynasty.
The empire must rely on these complicated corvee services to support the endless conquests in the east, west, north, south, and on the borders and inland.
In the end, all the pressure was passed on to ordinary people.
Let the peasants abandon their wives and children, and use the few grains distributed to them by the peasant association to build roads and bridges for the army in foreign places, build military camps, build sites for hot-air balloons to dock, and build ports needed by the Daqi fleet.
In the end, ten thousand people sacrificed their lives and one person ascended to heaven. How could the conquerors not be resentful?
Daqi's corvee can be regarded as creating a record, the most heaviest record.
Chen Sheng and Wu Guang at the end of the Qin Dynasty and the Red Turban Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty were only oppressed like this.
Today's Daqi, on the surface, the country is rich and the people are strong, but in fact it is strong on the outside and cadres on the inside. In Huguang, Shandong, and in every oppressed labor force, thousands of dissatisfied strong men have gathered.
Their anger turned the chariot into a giant ship running in burning gasoline, and it could be burned to the ground at any time.
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