"Sanlang, are we going to stay here next?" Cui Hongdu asked, rubbing his hands.
"You're in love with me!" Wang Wenzuo shook his head and said with a smile, "Why, a few full meals have made you unable to move your legs?"
"You can't say that, the army will perish if it has no reserves!" Cui Hongdu laughed when he heard this. Wang Wenzuo's sentence about a horse in love with a pile of beans comes from "Book of Jin Xuan Di Ji", but it was a mockery of how he couldn't bear to move tens of thousands of shi of food after he had obtained it. .
"The Baekje people are also short of food!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile, "Do you think they will go hungry and watch us eat the food squeezed out from their teeth for the winter?"
“You mean the Baekje people will come to seize food?”
"The army will perish if it has no reserves!" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "Last August we captured Sixian City, and the war has not stopped. Next year, it will definitely be the young and the strong, and the old and the weak will plow the plows. How good do you think the harvest will be? ? This food is life. If you take the lives of Baekje people, how can they not fight you?"
"That's true, then Saburo, what are your countermeasures?"
"Go back to Sixian City and send back the captured messenger! By the way, invite some reinforcements!" Wang Wenzuo whispered: "The Protector will definitely agree!"
"That is, if you send one person here, there will be one less mouth to eat. This account can be settled clearly!" Cui Hongdu nodded repeatedly: "Then I will set off tomorrow morning!"
Hearing the sound of laughter, singing and dancing coming from a distance, Miao Fu closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes gradually became moist. When he began to remember, Chaichuanzha was still an earth village with a radius of only a hundred steps. However, with the painstaking efforts of his father and ancestors, the village continued to expand, from one hundred steps to two hundred steps, and gradually became what it is today. For a large village like Chaichuanzha with a radius of thousands of paces, farmers with dozens of miles around have become the slaves of the Miao family. They harvest tens of thousands of shi of millet every year. The more food there is, the more soldiers the Buqu family has. The more people there are, the higher the official position of the family head will be. By Miao Fu's generation, he was already a county general. After the Tang Dynasty crossed the sea and destroyed Baiji, Miao Fu lurked for a while, but as Su Dingfang led the army back to China, he immediately became active. First, he sent troops to annex everywhere and formed strongholds to protect himself. After Onimuro Fuxin and others raised troops, he also raised troops to respond. , but the main energy is still spent on annexing surrounding villages and strengthening its own strength. In Miao Fu's view, no matter whether Baekje is restored or annexed by Tang or Silla, the rulers of this land cannot do without a native emperor like him. The stronger the strength, the more chips one has in the game with future rulers, and the higher the official position one can obtain in the future. People are strength, and in troubled times, when there is food, there are people.
"Mr. Lang!"
The voice of the domestic slave brought Miao Fu back to reality from his memories. He opened his eyes and saw the domestic slave Apu standing in front of him.
"Is there any movement in Tang Dynasty?"
"No, it's still the same! But you haven't eaten for a long time. Do you want to eat something?"
"That's all, I have no appetite!" Miao Fu shook his head.
"Mr. Lang, what can I do without eating? I'm still growing this night! Even a bowl of buttermilk is fine!" Apu persuaded.
Hearing what the slave said, Miao Fu also felt a little hungry. He nodded: "Okay, let's have a bowl of buttermilk then!" He looked at Apu and sighed: "Let you stay with us. If I die together, will there be any resentment?"
Apu fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly: "Why do you say that, Master? The lives of all slaves are given by Master, how can there be any reason for resentment?" At this point, he opened his collar and exposed his neck. : "If Mr. Lang doesn't believe it, please behead the slave!"
"How can I not believe it!" Miao Fu was very moved when he saw this, and sighed: "I originally wanted to be rich and noble for you, but I didn't want to have this day. Forget it, if there is an afterlife, I will be rich and noble with you!"
"Thank you, Sir!" Apu kowtowed twice, stood up and went out. A moment later, he came back with buttermilk. Miao Fu reached out to take the bowl. Apu suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes and winked behind him. I saw someone jumping out from behind, tying the thin rope around Miao Fu's neck and pulling him back hard. There was a snapping sound, and the bowl in Miao Fu's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. He instinctively reached out to grab the saber beside him, but Apu kicked the knife away and missed it.
"You, what are you doing?" Miao Fu asked sharply while trying his best to pull the rope around his neck.
"For no reason, I just want to use Lang Jun's head to save our lives!" Apu's face no longer had the usual submissiveness, and he sneered.
"You are a traitor to your master and an evil slave, and you will surely be punished!" Miao Fu was shocked and angry, and couldn't help but curse.
Apu sneered and didn't answer. He picked up the saber on the ground and made a gesture. The slave behind Miao Fu put his knee on Miao Fu's vest and pulled the rope hard. Miao Fu gradually couldn't stand it anymore and pulled the rope. It was getting tighter and tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe, whining, and foaming at the corners of his mouth. Apu walked up to Miao Fu, drew his sword, raised it high, and slashed down.
Sancho placed the tray in front of Wang Wenzuo. Wang Wenzuo untied the covering, and a bloody head appeared in front of Wang Wenzuo. The deceased's eyes were wide-eyed and the corners of his eyes were cracked. The night wind blew into the house through the cracks in the window, and the wax flames danced and shone on the hideous face of the deceased, as if he had come to life.
Wang Wenzuo put down the cover and asked Shen Faseng on the side: "Has it been confirmed that this is Miao Fu's head?"
"Yes!" Master Shen nodded: "There are a few local old people in the village who refuse to leave. I have asked them to identify them. They are indeed that guy!"
"Has the inside of the granary been checked? Is there anyone else hiding?"
"It has been checked, no one else is hiding, and all the arson items inside have been taken out?"
Wang Wenzuo let out a long breath. In fact, his main concern was the safety of the stored grain, and he didn't care much about Miao Fu's life or death. As long as the grain was saved, he could accept it even if Miao Fu escaped. But what he didn't expect was that before Shen Faseng could make a surprise attack at dawn, the enemy's slaves turned back and killed Miao Fu and asked for surrender.
"Fang Monk, how do you think we should deal with it?" Wang Wenzuo asked.
"Using a slave to offend his master is a treasonous act, so he will naturally be punished!" Shen Faseng replied without hesitation.
"Well, Brother Cui, what do you think?"
"It's a matter of obedience and disobedience, and there should be no leniency. I also think it should be punished." Cui Hongdu said: "Actually, even if those few domestic slaves don't take action, that guy won't live long, and those few slaves who cheated on their masters won't get much credit!"
"Well, Brother Gu Xian, what do you think?"
"Of course he will be killed. If he is not dealt with strictly, how can he serve as a warning to others?"
