When Wang Wenzuo heard Liu Renyuan calling his name, he hurriedly responded: "The governor said yes!" As soon as he said the words, he found that everyone's eyes were gathered, and he secretly screamed that something was wrong.
"Wang Canjun, what do you think we should do in the past few months?" Liu Rengui smiled broadly, like a hunter who saw his prey fall into a trap.
"Wang Shenjun is always very wise, he must have a plan in mind!"
"Yes, Wang Shenjun knows the inside story of the thief best, and he must have a plan!"
"The general thought that if we wanted to mobilize troops, we would have to wait at least until the spring plowing was over!" Wang Wenzuo said with a wry smile: "Du Changshi, don't you have much food left?"
The sky is huge, and the food is the biggest. When everyone heard this, their voices became quieter. Although the grain road to Silla has been opened after taking Zhenxian City, Silla's enthusiasm for transporting grain can only be said to be average. Si Xiang The city's military supplies still have to be built on farmland.
"Then let's do this. We can discuss it after the spring plowing is completed!"
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Wang Peng kicked the ground hard, and the hemp rope pulled his shoulders down into a deep ravine. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead and fell into the soil without any trace. Behind him, the wooden plow left a long trail. furrow. The woman was holding a wooden stick and tapping holes one by one, while the children nearby were tapping seeds in the mud holes. They didn't stop until they reached the head of the ridge, collapsed on the ground, and gasped for air.
"It would be great if we had a cow!" Wang Peng's second brother complained: "Then we wouldn't have to pull the plow!"
"If you work hard, we will have cattle by the end of the year!" Wang Peng comforted.
"I hope so!" The third brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the surrounding fields: "Brother, I still can't believe that such a large piece of land is ours, is it true or not!"
"You have seen the Tianqi waist card, and you still ask whether it is true or false?" Wang Peng sneered.
"Of course the Tianqi waist cards are real, but those were issued by the Tang people. If the Tang people lose, will these Tianqi waist cards still be useful?" asked the third brother. new
Wang Peng opened his mouth, but his voice froze in his throat. He could not refute his brother's answer. This land was dripping with his own sweat, but it may not be his own.
"Third brother, shut up!" The second brother saw something was wrong and hurriedly scolded: "Winning or losing, bah, just pick the bad luck!"
"Stop scolding me!" Wang Peng sighed: "He's right. If the Tang people lose the battle and the original owner of this land is found, our land deed will be useless!"
The second child, who usually can't beat an honest man with three sticks, became anxious when he heard that the land deed was useless: "Well, what should we do?"
"Kowtow to the returning gentlemen and ask them to allow us to stay and farm their land, pay tribute and perform labor services!" Wang Peng said.
"How can that be possible? These houses and crops are all our blood and sweat, why should we pay tribute and perform labor for them!" The second child jumped up.
"Then we can only burn the house and the crops in the field, and escape to the mountains to become savages!" Wang Peng sighed: "That's the only way!"
"Is there no other way?" the second child asked unwillingly.
"No, at least I don't know of any other way!" Wang Peng sighed: "These land deed waist cards were issued by the Tang Dynasty's Governor's Mansion. If the Tang Dynasty loses, the new master will definitely not recognize it!"
"What the hell, when the Tang people first came, we were savages in the mountains. After the Tang people were beaten away, we still had to go to the mountains to be savages!" Lao San muttered: "Isn't it true that the Tang people came here in vain? If only the Tang people could stay forever. How wonderful it would be!”
"Third brother, please stop saying a few words. Can this kind of thing be a joke?" The second boy scolded his younger brother, then turned to Wang Peng and said, "Brother, this matter will last several lifetimes of our Wang family? You have to make up your mind!"
"Ideas, what ideas can I, a peasant, have?" Wang Peng sneered: "Actually, Lao San is right. The only way is for the Tang people to stay forever. As long as the Tang people can stay, this place will last forever. It belongs to the three of us brothers, otherwise everything we say will be in vain!"
"Then, what can we do? Shall we serve as soldiers for the Tang people?" asked the second child.
"Pfft!" The third child laughed: "Second brother, you are telling a joke again. Do you think this soldier can be a soldier? Do you know that stone city on the back of the mountain?"
"Are you talking about the stone city next to the stream with a large jujube forest next to it?"
"Yes, that's the one. Do you know the surname of the owner of that stone city? Who is it?"
"I don't know, but the owner of such a large stone city must be a great nobleman!"
"Your Majesty? Hahahahaha!" The third child laughed as if he heard something particularly funny.
"Third brother, why are you laughing? Who else but a noble person can build a stone city like that on the top of a mountain?"
"Second brother, let me tell you, the owner of Shicheng is not a noble man, at least not before. He is the same as us. No, he is not as good as us. At least we still have a surname left in our ancestors. He is a surname. Even the surname of the shepherd slaves who had no one was given by the generals of the Tang Dynasty!"
"You don't even have a surname?" Wang Peng sighed. Unlike the lowest-level Sanhan slaves like Yuan Fei and Sangqiu, Wang Peng's ancestors were Han people from Daifang County, which was later annexed by Baekje. They became commoners of Baekje, but their status was higher than that of herdsmen and slave hunters like Sangqiu and Yuan Fei. The sign was that Wang Peng and the others had their own surnames, because having a surname meant they had their own Families, like Yuan Fei and Sangqiu, do not have their own family and are considered to be the property of the owner's family.
"Of course not. I heard that it was because that guy served as a sentinel for the Tang general. The Tang general saw that he was as agile as a monkey, so he gave him the surname Yuan, which means monkey! Then he can be collected every year The jujube grove with hundreds of stones of dates, as well as the river beach in the valley below the stone castle, were all given to that guy!"
"Third brother, what are you saying is true? The valley is full of fine riverbank cultivated land! Is the Tang general so generous as to give it to that unnamed herdsman?" the second boy asked doubtfully.
"Second brother, this is not surprising!" Wang Peng said calmly: "Have you forgotten how our land and house came from? To say that our land is not worse than the land in the valley, people in the Tang Dynasty also asked In just one sentence, he was given a land deed waist card and didn't ask us for a piece of meat.
In our eyes, these stone castles, jujube forests, and riverbanks are all priceless treasures, but in the eyes of the Tang people, they were worthless. If they lost, could they still load the land on ships and move it away? Might as well give it to his subordinates to win people's hearts! "
"Brother can see clearly!" Lao San said with a smile: "I passed by there last month and saw those named Yuan practicing in the fields. When I asked, I found out that they were preparing to fight with the Tang generals. Shicheng, Zao The forest and river beach land are not free!"
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