Lin Ze went out wearing a white gown with blue trim and a fur robe that Liu Jin'er had sewn by himself. When he saw people kneeling all over the yard, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "What are you doing?" Yeah? Get up quickly!"
The common people either held grains or eggs in their hands and handed them to Lin Ze. They said: "Master, if it weren't for you, we might have starved to death on the way. With you here, we have a house." Earth, it’s the first time we’ve seen a good harvest. We have nothing else but to give you these, my lord, just accept them!”
"Yes, my lord, just accept it. This is our intention."
Looking at the faces of the people, Lin Ze had tears in his eyes and nodded: "Okay, I'll accept it, you guys get up quickly!"
Jin'er watched from the second floor and said to Huan'er and Xi'er beside her: "Look at our husband-in-law, everyone who sees him falls in love with him."
Huan'er smiled and said, "Not only do they love me, they are also afraid."
Liu Jin'er nodded and said: "Yes, my husband is both kind and powerful, and he has quite the imperial skills. If my brother was half as capable as him, he would not be toyed with by Yuan Shao and other aristocratic families, and he would not be served by Shi Chang. Woe to you."
Lin Ze had another important matter. Instead of going home, he took Xu Ziwu to the blacksmith factory on horseback.
When the old blacksmith saw Lin Ze coming, he hurriedly came forward with a knife, held it in both hands and handed it to Lin Ze, saying: "My lord, the knife I made according to the secret recipe and drawings you gave me has never been made before." This is a better knife.”
Lin Ze took the knife, with a total length of 108 centimeters and a blade length of 73 centimeters. From the tip of the knife to the end of the handle, there is a slender and continuous curve. This is the style of the Xiuchun knife. It is easy on the hand, beautiful, and meets the mechanical requirements.
Lin Ze didn't expect that this old blacksmith could really make it.
Lin Ze said: "Draw the sword!"
Xu Ziwu, who was following Lin Ze, drew out his sword. Lin Ze slashed at the blade, and with a crisp "crack" sound, Xu Ziwu's swords were all cut off.
Everyone was stunned. The old blacksmith immediately knelt in front of Lin Ze and said, "My lord, I will never tell anyone about the secret recipe you gave me. I will take him into the coffin!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of secret recipe is this? Not only do I allow you to spread it, I also hope that you will recruit more disciples and carry forward this steel-making technology."
Xu Ziwu was unhappy and said, "What should I do if my opponent finds out?"
Lin Ze smiled and said: "In battle, the focus is on people, and weapons secondarily. If this steel-making technology is promoted, people's plows and shovels can be improved. Don't be short-sighted, kid."
Xu Ziwu lowered his head and said, "Master, I understand!"
Lin Ze said: "Uncle, I want 800 of these knives. I have to make them as soon as possible. When the soldiers receive them, you have to register the number. Uncle, I want you to make this blacksmith shop bigger. Give me money if you want. If you want someone to give to someone, I will leave my arsenal to you!"
The uncle didn't dare to get up from his knees, and said: "Wei, I will never let my lord down."
As the date of the Suanzao County League was getting closer, Lin Ze became more and more nervous. He was thinking, if he joins the Suanzao County League this time, would there be a chance to defeat Dong Zhuo and restore the Han Dynasty?
If it were possible, it would save twenty years of work in saving the world.
The warriors had already been trained. Lin Ze personally fought with them and taught them tricks. Everyone was stronger than Ji Ling and Guo Bang. The leader was named Ma Wu, who was also a young man in his twenties.
Xu Ziwu grew the fastest. He brought 300 soldiers as his own soldiers.
These 800 people all regard Lin Ze as their father, and Lin Ze calls them 800 loyal followers.
Lin Ze did not give any positions to the three Jian Lan brothers. He found that these three people worked harder than anyone else, but they had learned all their skills from dogs and were still so cowardly. Lin Ze could only keep them for himself. Convey the order.
The horseshoes are installed and the saddle is equipped with pedals. I wonder if there are any leaks that need to be repaired in Babai Yicong.
He was nervous, but he never took that emotion home with him.
Liu Jin'er was washing rice and washing vegetables. Lin Ze washed his hands and helped her pick vegetables. Liu Jin'er said, "My husband, you don't need to reach out. Just wait and eat."
Lin Ze said cheerfully: "Today my husband will show you his skills!"
Lin Ze caught a chicken from the yard and was about to chop it up when Liu Jin'er came out of the room and looked at Lin Ze pitifully. Whether it was chickens or sheep raised at home these days, Liu Jin'er was very precious. Seeing that Lin Ze wanted to kill the chicken, she was reluctant to do so, but the puppy that had grown a little bone stopped and barked "Wangwang" at Liu Jin'er.
Lin Ze bared his teeth and said: "Dog or chicken, you choose one."
Cut open the chicken and wash it. Pour it through boiling water. Melt a piece of lard in the pot. Add wild onions and ginger to the pot. Throw the chicken into the pot and stir-fry. After pouring the water, add star anise and pepper leaves. Pour in A glass of strong wine with a pinch of salt is simply the best taste in the world.
The fragrance wafted out, and all the children in the village came smelling it. Xu Ziwu and his group of brothers who walked in the village every day couldn't walk.
Liu Jin'er helped with the rest of the work, and Lin Ze began to outline the diversion channels for the village fields after the spring on the simple desk. He was worried that they would not be able to read the characters, so Lin Ze marked what was written in official script.
"Let's plan it after we have eaten. My husband, you see those children are really hungry."
Lin Ze looked up and found several pairs of resentful eyes in the yard. He smiled and said, "Let's eat!"
Lin Ze and Liu Jin'er sat across the table in the room. Huan'er and Xi'er also came to the table. There was no rule in his family that servants would not serve at the table. They ate a plate of green vegetables and a few pieces of chicken with gusto. Who could grab it from the children outside? Whose is it? Lin Ze had to say a few words: "Ziwu, don't fight with the children."
The food was going well, but suddenly the children outside suddenly dispersed, and the people were all running back. Xu Ziwu, who was grabbing food with the children, also jumped out, holding a chicken drumstick in his hand.
Lin Ze looked outside. The sun was shining brightly at noon. Every household was cooking. The whole village was shrouded in a green haze. A group of official officers came out from the entrance of the village. The leader shouted after entering the village. : "Village Chief Wang, get out of here, you old dog. Why haven't you handed over this year's autumn grain? If there is even one grain missing, I will chop off one of your fingers."
Hearing the noise, Lin Ze put down his chopsticks and said, "Jin'er, eat first. I'll go and see what's going on."
When the villagers saw Lin Ze coming out, they also had a backbone. They stopped hiding and followed Lin Ze, wanting to hear what the official had to say.
Lin Ze walked directly towards the official, clasped his hands and said, "This official, our village king and village chief contracted the disease and died. Now I have the final say in Yueyang Village."
The official turned over and jumped off the horse. His official boots stirred up dust on the road. He held the cylindrical black sword hilt in his hand and strode to Lin Ze and said, "Dead? You make the decision?"
Lin Ze bowed and apologized with a smile: "Yes, it's really a sin to bother you to go there in person."
"Whoever makes the decision can do it. There are twenty households in your village, with sixty people. Each person pays 20 shi for grain, which is a total of 1,200 shi. If the grain is less than one kilogram, it will be taken from the person's head."
1200 stone? The land in Yueyang Village is considered fertile. It costs ten shi of grain per acre, which is 600 acres of land. Only 200 acres are planted every year. Putting aside vegetables, 1,500 shi is still a lot of grain.
This man opened his mouth and asked for more than half of it. Apparently, the common people were used to it.
Now that Uncle Xu had Lin Ze's support, he was no longer afraid. He took the lead and shouted: "The whole village together doesn't have that much food. Is the government not going to let people live?"
The people who had gathered around also ignored him and shouted: "Get out, get out!"
Unexpectedly, this soldier was not afraid at all, and scolded: "Fart, give your daughter to our county magistrate, and you don't have to pay a penny for food!"
After he finished speaking, the officials behind him drew their swords one after another. He leaned forward with his head pressed down on the horse and said: "Is your Yueyang Village going to rebel? Let me tell you, I am here to have a good word with you because of your former village chief. In order to save face, Nanyang has changed its governor and wants to raise troops to Luoyang to kill the enemy. Please hand over the food quickly or your village will be slaughtered!"
Xu Ziwu was about to lead the team, but Lin Ze waved his hand, indicating to him to wait.
Lin Ze still had an apologetic smile on his face and said, "Your Majesty, your words are serious, how can we have the courage?"
The official looked at the village and its population and said, "That's not right. I've been to your village before. Why is it different? Village chief, show me the citizen register."
Lin Ze stepped forward and said with a smile: "I am not busy with the civil registration. I would like to ask, isn't our village chief Wang's son Wang Xishun on duty in the county? Why didn't he come?"
"General Wang is now a general under the prefect, why did he come to a small place like yours? I tell you, hand over the food quickly. The prefect is going to fight in the north. If you can't hand over the food, we will arrest the strong men in your village!"
Lin Ze asked: "I wonder how many soldiers and horses have gathered in the county?"
"Two or three thousand, why do you ask?"
After hearing this number, Lin Ze made up his mind not to let these people go back.
Lin Ze cupped his hands towards the officials and said: "It's easy to handle. All the officials will go to the humble residence for dinner first. After the meal is finished, the food has been collected and the roster has been brought!"
The bearded official laughed loudly and said, "Yes, I see that you are smart, I will wait for you!"
The official dismounted and entered Lin Ze's yard, muttering: "This house is really nice!"
Looking at his back, Lin Ze's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Uncle Xu grabbed Lin Ze's arm and whispered: "Village chief, what should we do?"
Lin Ze said: "No one can be let go today, Ziwu, let the brothers guard the entrance to the village."
When Xu Ziwu heard this, he became excited. He blew a whistle, summoned the group of brothers, and asked them to rush to the entrance of the village quickly. He came to Lin Ze and clenched his fists.
Uncle Xu immediately understood what Lin Ze was going to do. He took Lin Ze's arm and said, "Are we going to rebel?"
Lin Ze took out the whaling harpoon, licked the blade, and said meaningfully: "Nonsense, there is no rebellion, the imperial court belongs to Dong Zhuo, we are to kill thieves and help the Han Dynasty."
A group of officials entered Lin Ze's courtyard, and the first thing they saw was Liu Jin'er, their eyes glowing green.
The official turned back and said: "You are lucky, there is probably no girl in the entire Nanyang realm who is more charming than your wife."
Lin Ze smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, sir."
"If you hand over your wife, I'm afraid you can be exempted from money, food and taxes for two years... Hey, why are you closing down?"
"Of course I'm beating a dog!" Lin Ze didn't say much at all. He rushed forward, pushed back the sword he had just drawn out, and stabbed him in the neck...
