Yuan Fei smiled, ignored Wang Peng, turned to Yuan Aolie and told Wang Peng's family name, and finally said: "Captain Yuan, I think this person is honest and simple, and he is the only one in this village, so why not just go with him?" Let him be the village chief, and everything here will be left to him from now on!"
"That's fine, there's no one else left anyway!" Yuan Aolie took out a wooden sign nonchalantly, wrote Wang Peng's life on it with a cinnabar pen, and handed it to Yuan Fei.
Yuan Fei handed the wooden sign to Wang Peng: "Put it away, Wang Peng. From now on, you will be the village chief of this village. This is the certificate. If anyone is dissatisfied, go to the Governor's Mansion and someone will naturally support you!"
"The Governor's Mansion?" Wang Peng was stunned. This unfamiliar vocabulary made him a little yearning and a little scared.
"Yes, Xiongjin Governor's Mansion! Xiongjin Governor's Mansion of the Tang Dynasty!" Yuan Fei said with a smile: "You have recognized our banner. As long as it is under this banner, just show him the wooden sign!"
Looking at the riding shadow gradually going away, Wang Peng let out a long breath. He was really lucky. Not only did he not lose even a hair when he met this group of Tang people, he even kept the millet in the cellar. As for the one just now He didn't take the guy's words to heart. How could he take what the officials said seriously? Not to mention that this is a government official in the Tang Dynasty. Now he is talking about two liters of millet per acre of land, two feet and five feet of cloth, and three pounds of hemp. What will he do if he robs them all?
Aren't you working in vain, all your blood and sweat are shed for others? Thinking of this, Wang Peng shook his head with a smile, threw away the wooden sign, and turned back to the house.
Wang Peng came out again after a while, with a full bag on his shoulder. When he walked to the door of the yard, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked back at the house: eucalyptus pillars, rafters blackened by rain, and a somewhat collapsed thatched roof. It was about to be renovated. There was only half a rope of the windlass next to the well, the tall mulberry trees in the yard, and the vegetable garden covered with weeds behind the house. Everything looked so warm and lovely. Wang Peng's feet seemed to be painted. There is a layer of glue on it and it cannot be moved.
He suddenly felt that even if he died, it would be a blessing to die in such a house. Suddenly he walked to the wooden sign, bent down to pick it up, brushed off the dust on it, put it in his arms like a treasure, turned around and walked out, with firm steps and straight waist.
Jincheng, the capital of Silla.
Although he had seen his homeland in his dreams countless times, when Jin Renwen saw the tall towers of Jincheng gradually rising from the horizon and getting bigger, he still felt the corners of his eyes sore and filled with tears.
Hard rocks, steep cliffs, and enemies that kept appearing were the deepest impression Jin Inwen had on his homeland when he was young. Compared with Baekje and Goguryeo, Silla was a latecomer. Three hundred years ago, , Goguryeo was already a giant that could compete with the Central Plains dynasty for Liaodong, with a hundred thousand armor. Baekje also controlled most of the Korean Peninsula and part of western Liaoning, and Silla was still a tribal alliance in the southeastern corner of the Korean Peninsula at that time. , formal royal power was not formed until the late fourth century AD.
Its power was far less than that of Goguryeo and Baekje at the same time. In order to resist the invasion of powerful neighbors, the Silla people had to build their castles on steep mountain tops. It is for this reason that when Jin Renwen came to Chang'an for the first time with his father, he was extremely surprised - why did the Tang people build their capital on the plain next to the Wei River? Aren't they worried about enemy invasion?
When Jin Ren asked his question during a banquet, it aroused the laughter of the people of the Tang Dynasty. A young man proudly answered the question asked by Jin Ren: "The emperor regards the world as his home and the barbarians as his guardians. It has not been heard that Use the city wall to strengthen yourself!"
What a group of people who are so confident and arrogant! Jin Renwen still remembered the way the young master looked when he answered his question. He raised his chin slightly and looked straight into the distance. His whole person seemed to be shining with light.
No wonder he was so confident. At that time, the Tang army reached Liaodong in the east, Persia in the west, the sea in the south, and Mobei in the north. The whole country of Silla could only cover several states in the Tang Dynasty. If he had been born in such a country, he would have been Will he be like that young master?
"Your Highness!"
The voice of the guard interrupted Jin Renwen's thoughts. He raised his head and was surprised to find that the flags of the oncoming team were all tied with white silk. This was a sign of mourning. Could it be -?
"Your Highness!" The person who came to greet Jin Renwen was a general with an unfamiliar face. He bowed to Jin Renwen and saluted: "The late king passed away half a month ago. Please change your clothes quickly!" After that, he waved With a wave of his hand, the attendant behind him presented him with a piece of clothing.
Jin Renwen took the clothes. The clothes were made of the crudest raw linen and were not dyed. The broken edges were exposed and the edges were exposed. They were the clothes of beheading. This was the heaviest mourning clothes among the "five clothes". According to Confucian etiquette, children must mourn for three years because their parents have died and they have no intention of embellishment to express their grief.
Jin Chunqiu was Jin Renwen's biological father, so he naturally had to be beheaded. He took off his brocade robe and put on raw linen clothes, took off his golden crown and hairpin, cut off a piece of hemp thread and tied his hair, and said to the general, "Lead the way if you have any trouble!"
"Your Highness, please!"
After passing through the city gate, Jin Renwen's doubts grew more and more. The market remained the same, but the people's eyes were indifferent. In their eyes, I was no longer the second prince, but a stranger from afar? He suppressed his doubts and insecurities behind a mask of composure, but they were still there, growing with every step he took.
"Where is my father's coffin?" Jin Ren asked.
"It has been buried!" the general replied solemnly: "His Majesty is waiting for you in the main hall!"
Jin Renwen suddenly realized that he was not only the son of the late king, but also an envoy of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, tasked with urging Silla to transport food to the Tang army that was about to attack Pyongyang. According to the way of a monarch and his ministers, he should put public affairs before private affairs, fulfill the emperor's orders first, and then fulfill the responsibilities of a son. He nodded: "Very good!"
What comforted Jin Renwen was that the place where his brother met him was not in the main hall, but in a side hall. There were only a few people present, all of them important officials. At least he hasn't forgotten that I'm his brother! Jin Renwen secretly thought that because of his status as an envoy of the Tang Dynasty, he had to stand facing south, accept the kneeling of his brother and several important ministers, read out the emperor's order, and then sit down again.
"How did your father die?"
"My father's health has been very poor since the beginning of winter last year. He has been bedridden. A few days ago, we suffered a defeat at the Baekje people, and his condition worsened. He was lying in bed half asleep and half awake. , reading your name!" At this point, Jin Famin wiped the corners of his eyes: "To be honest, the most important thing in my father's heart is you!"
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