It started to rain, and the farmers who were harvesting in the fields started to shout and became busy. Wang Wenzuo let out a long breath: The wheat has just matured, but there is no good weather. The wet wheat can easily rot. The gods really have no heart.
"Master!" Sancho grabbed Wang Wenzuo's reins: "It's raining. It's cold in autumn. It's easy to get cold if you get wet. Let's go back!"
"Bring me a sickle!" Wang Wenzuo jumped off his horse and tied his cuffs tightly.
"sickle?"
"Yes, get some for yourself!" Wang Wenzuo turned around and shouted to his entourage: "Let's all harvest the wheat. Those with knives will cut the wheat, and those with horses will carry the wheat. All of them will be sent to the bamboo shed. Go down below and call the soldiers in the camp to help. It’s raining, and the wheat will be ruined when it gets wet. Everyone will starve. Don’t stand still, go to work!"
The rain hit her face, stung her eyes, and slid down her cheeks. She didn't know whether it was rain or tears. Ah He waved the sickle, and the shouts of the Tang warriors came to her ears. She couldn't understand what they were shouting. But the bundles of wheat under the bamboo shed couldn't lie. Suffering had already polished her heart into a stone, but this time she felt soreness in her chest for the first time in her life.
"So this is a warrior from the Kingdom of Heaven! He even helped us cut the wheat!"
Hearing the voice of his younger brother, Ahe straightened up and kicked his butt hard: "Go to work quickly and finish harvesting the wheat in the field before dark!"
"Ah, it really shouldn't be, it shouldn't be!" No matter what Jin Sanzang was thinking in his heart, at least he looked like he was making a fuss on the surface: "It really shouldn't be that the general of Shangguo went to the fields to cut wheat. Please forgive me for my humble mistake!"
"The city lord doesn't have to be so polite!" Wang Wenzuo smiled nonchalantly: "The ripe wheat will become moldy if it is exposed to the rain. The higher-ups are collecting military rations. You and I are like grasshoppers on a rope. We just happened to meet each other. , how can we not help!"
"Yes, yes, yes! The general's magnanimity is really admirable!" Jin Sanzang rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "But there is something I don't know whether to talk about or not!"
"City Lord, please speak up!"
"Your general manager asked for 200,000 dan of military rations in the letter, and the king allocated 30,000 dan to my territory. He said that my territory is on the edge of the Han River, so it is easy to distribute. But you don't know the situation here either. I saw it. If I take it out, people will probably eat people next year, so——"
"Master Jin City!" Wang Wenzuo interrupted Jin Sanzang's complaint: "The military order is like a mountain, and a hundred thousand troops are gathered at the gate of Pyongyang City. If the military rations are not delivered when they are due, I don't need to say more about the consequences. Don't talk about your and my head. Even if As the leader of your country, I’m afraid they are all involved, you should understand this truth.”
"Yes, yes!" Jin Sanzang looked a little embarrassed. He bowed his head and said, "I just made a mistake. General, please forgive me!"
"City Master Jin, it doesn't have to be like this!" Wang Wenzuo gave Jin Sanzang a hand: "You also love the people, so I can't blame you. However, although military rations are indispensable, I do have a few ways to save the people from the famine!"
What Jin Sanzang said just now was because he saw that Wang Wenzuo had compassion for the people of Silla, and he had the mentality of giving it a try to see if he could get some benefits. It was expected that he would be rejected, but he did not expect that Wang Wenzuo Yufeng would Turn around and actually say that there is a way to overcome the famine. He quickly bowed and thanked: "General, please give me some advice!"
"You can't afford advice!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Without reserves, it is not enough to serve the country. Even if Lord Jin handed over these 30,000 stones of military rations, he should still have some savings in his private warehouse, right?"
"This -" Jin Sanzang's face suddenly wrinkled, like an apple that had spent the winter in a cellar: "I dare not deceive the general. Of course, I have some accumulation, but compared with the people in the territory, it is nothing. What. Besides, if I give them the stored grain, what will my soldiers eat? If the Mohe and Goguryeo invade at that time, who will resist them?"
"Jin City Master!" Wang Wenzuo leaned back and leaned comfortably on the fur behind him: "I didn't ask you to empty the warehouse, but it should be okay to take out a thousand and eight hundred stones, right?"
"I can get this, but it won't cost much!"
Wang Wenzuo sighed. This Jin Sanzang was obese, with deep-set eye sockets, and his small dark brown eyes were almost buried under his thick eyelids. This appearance really did not bring good impression to others, but he was right about one thing. , if you do nothing, the people on this land will fall into desperate famine next spring.
"I remember that there are many pine trees and oak trees on the mountains here. Pine nuts and acorns can satisfy hunger! But as far as I know, the mountains and forests belong to your hunting garden, the city lord. Without permission, people are prohibited from going up the mountains to hunt and gather, right? "
"That's true, but this is also a tradition left over from ancient times. Hunting is the best opportunity to practice warrior skills. If the people are allowed to go up the mountain, it will destroy the ancient tradition!" Jin Sanzang's face looked a little ugly. He knew very well that his status came largely from tradition, and destroying tradition would destroy the foundation of his status.
"No problem, you can ask the people who go up to the mountains to pick half of the harvest, and then use it to help the hungry people during the spring famine! In this way, you have not destroyed the ancient tradition, but you have also helped the people and gained a good reputation. Isn't that right? Kill two birds with one stone?"
"Not bad!" Jin Sanzang heard that he would not break the tradition, so he stopped insisting: "Then I will give the order immediately after I return!"
"In addition, the poor and weak can also be allowed to pick grain from the fields after harvesting. No one can stop them, whether public or private! There are also reed roots by the river that can be dug for the winter. If there is barnyard grass, you can use it. Seeds can also be used to cook porridge. There is still some time before snow falls. If possible, people can plant some radishes, turnips and the like in the fields after harvesting, and they can be harvested next spring. Or Make up for one or two.”
"Yes, yes!" Jin Sanzang's fat cheeks had some beads of sweat. He had no idea that Wang Wenzuo, a general of the Tang Dynasty, could come up with so many means to overcome the famine at once. He couldn't help feeling a little ashamed: "Can you say Slow down and wait until I get some paper to write it down!"
"It doesn't matter, I'll make a copy when I get back and have someone give it to the city lord!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile.
"Then General Lao!" Jin Sanzang knelt down on the reed mat and felt admiration for the man in front of him for the first time.
On the banks of the Datong River, there is a mountain city called Dacheng.
From the outside, the rough and heavy stone wall is made up of countless rectangular stone bars of uniform size and shape, but in fact these stone bars are long wedge-shaped in the longitudinal direction, with the sharp sides wedged into the wall side by side, and the gaps between them. The gaps are filled with mortar. External impacts will only wedge the stone strips deeper into the wall, which increases the strength of the stone wall. This is the famous "cut joint".
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Several times I saw people in the discussion forum saying that I described the Tang army as too weak and exaggerated the enemy's strength. Weber just wanted to ask those book friends to go to Baidu to learn about the Tang Dynasty's management of the Korean Peninsula, and look at the Tang Dynasty's half-century from Taizong's attack on Goguryeo to the end of Emperor Gaozong's abandonment of the Ungjin Governor's Palace and withdrawal from the Korean Peninsula. How many troops did the Tang Dynasty invest in the Korean Peninsula? Goguryeo, Baekje, and Silla are all brave and tenacious peoples. If we deny this, wouldn’t the blood and sweat shed by the Tang army on the Korean Peninsula for half a century be a joke? As for some people saying that I am writing about the Song Army, I just want to say that the Song Army never set foot on the Korean Peninsula from the founding of the country to its demise.
