"Ah? After harvesting so much grain, we still need to eat radishes and turnips?" The second brother became anxious when he heard this. He threw the basket in his hand on the ground: "Obviously the grain harvest is enough for us, but we still need to put radishes in the rice." turnip!"
"Second brother!" Wang Peng shouted: "Pick up the basket for me!"
"Don't pick it up!" The second child lost his temper. He squatted down with his back to Wang Peng, his head buried between his knees, and said angrily: "We didn't eat enough wild vegetables on the mountain? How about now? Why eat radishes and turnips when it’s easy to have food to eat? Is it so difficult for us farmers to eat home-grown food?”
"It's not that I don't let you eat food!" Wang Piao persuaded him earnestly: "It's just that some things have to be prioritized."
"What can be more urgent than food?"
"Yes! Land is more urgent than food!"
"land?"
"That's right, with land, you can have food even if you don't have food; without land, no matter how much food you have, you will eventually run out of food!"
"But we have land, so much land isn't enough? Without livestock, no matter how much land we occupy, you won't be able to farm!"
"Second brother, you still don't understand! No livestock today does not mean no livestock tomorrow!" Wang Peng said with a smile: "If we save an extra mouthful of food, we can use it to exchange for livestock, right? With livestock, we can occupy more Land, and then I can harvest more grain, so that I can find you a beautiful wife!"
The second child was finally moved by Wang Peng's last words. He finally pulled his head out from between his knees: "Brother, please don't coax me!" The first website address is ps://m.
"Brother, why am I coaxing you?" Wang Peng said with a smile: "Pick up the basket quickly, look, the seeds are scattered all over the floor!"
"I'll just pick them up!" The second child picked up the seeds on the ground and whispered: "Brother, do you think this is the Tang people deceiving us? Let us work hard here to cultivate the land and wait for the harvest. Come and grab all the food when it’s time to run out!”
Wang Peng's body froze, and the second child's words touched a vital point deep in his heart. Like all farmers in the world, his greatest wish in life is to be able to sweat on his own fields and harvest the grains and fruits that grow. But the fact is exactly the opposite. Before the arrival of the Tang Dynasty, he plowed in spring and summer, harvested in autumn and stored in winter. He also had to bear all kinds of heavy labor. He rarely had a day's rest. The grain, silk and hemp he produced flowed into the treasury of the nobles and the country. He and his family are dressed in brown and linen clothes, with endless bran and bran, and it is hard to have enough to eat all year round.
This was also the reason why he fled into the mountains with his family so quickly after Tang Jun arrived - anyway, he didn't have much to lose before.
The promise made by the man who claimed to be a military official in the Xiongjin Governor's Office of the Tang Dynasty brought a little light to Wang Peng's gloomy life - as long as he paid the land tax, he could occupy the land and enjoy the remaining fruits. This was something deep in his heart. I always long for something but can't get it. Could this be a lie made up casually, a trap to defraud myself of my efforts in vain?
"No, this can't be fake!" Wang Peng shouted loudly, as if he was debating with someone in his heart: "This is not the King of Baekje, but the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion of the Tang Dynasty. How could they You would never deceive a farmer like me, absolutely not!"
The second brother raised his head and looked at Wang Peng carefully. The eldest brother, who was usually kind and even a little cowardly, was red in the face, with exposed veins, and looked very frightened. He hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Brother, even if the governor's office won't lie to us, it won't be a mistake to keep it a secret. According to me, waiting for the turnips to be harvested, dried and then hidden in the cellar, the worst Even in such a situation, we still have something to eat during the winter!”
Wang Peng looked at his second brother in surprise. He felt a little relieved by his younger brother's caution. He nodded: "Okay, just do as you say!"
Outside Sixian City, August.
Wang Wenzuo rode his horse through the forest and came to the river. You can see that there are solid stone embankments on the shore, and there are wooden piles exposed out of the water in the river, which are the remains of the trestle. Farther away are large pieces of ruined walls, extending all the way to the north gate of Sixian City.
In peaceful days, it was one of the most prosperous commercial centers in Northeast Asia. Unlike the people of Silla and Goguryeo, the Baekje people are a people who are good at sailing. Baekje merchants have traveled all over China, Southeast Asia, the Japanese archipelago, and the coast of the Sea of Japan.
Merchant ships from all over the world, loaded with various goods, gathered here. Merchants speaking various languages traded here, and wealth from all directions flowed into the treasury of King Baekje.
It was precisely because of these that the Baekje Kingdom was able to quickly regain its strength in the small area centered on the Woongjin Basin after losing the fertile Han River Plain. It even regained its control over its old enemy Silla by virtue of its alliance with the Japanese and Goguryeo people. Advantage, if Jin Chunqiu and Jin Yuxin hadn't dragged the giant elephant of the Tang Dynasty into this melee, the Baekje people would probably have the last laugh.
As a foreigner, Wang Wenzuo knew almost nothing about the history of Baekje before, but over the past year or so, he gradually understood why the Baekje people were so tenacious in the face of the powerful Tang Empire, even to the point of madness.
Different from the Turks on the grasslands and the Miao and Yao people in the south, these Baekje people have their own unique civilization, which is almost as good as that of the Tang Dynasty. They have the deepest nostalgia and love for their land and civilization. , and it is this kind of nostalgia and love that breeds real warriors. It is not difficult to kill these warriors, but it is difficult to force them to surrender.
"Mr. Lang, the fish market is ahead!"
There are dozens of thatched huts on the back side of the river embankment. Fishermen put their harvests in bamboo baskets and sell them loudly. Servants, cooks, and ordinary people walk through them, picking and inspecting shells, river snails, fish, and river shrimps. While bargaining with the fishmongers.
"Mr. Lang, do you want these guys to retreat to the roadside and kneel down!" Sancho asked.
"No, no need!" Wang Wenzuo quickly stopped his subordinate's suggestion. He didn't want to attract any more hatred to himself. He could feel countless eyes being cast on him: cold, angry, and hateful. Of course, no one dared to take action, and no one dared to speak - Wang Wenzuo was followed by twenty soldiers in iron armor.
"Mr. Lang, you are too polite to these guys!" Sancho complained in a low voice: "If it were me, I should let them know how to respect you!"
"Sancho, I think you still can't tell what fear is and what respect is!" Wang Wenzuo snorted coldly: "Have you forgotten how the Baekje people treated you? Do you respect your master?"
Sancho scratched his head: "I didn't feel much at first. Anyway, all Baekje people treat herd slaves like this. Looking back now, I wish I could hang that guy on a tree."
"Brother Shen!"
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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 is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are 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 aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
