"Wang joins the army!" Liu Rengui said with a smile: "I remember that there are many people from Baekje who surrendered under your command. Now is the time for you to make meritorious deeds!"
"When it comes to recruiting surrenders and accepting rebels, I think it's better to do it in the name of Governor-General Buyeo Yong!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "After all, he is the Commander-in-Chief of the Ungjin Governor's Mansion and the King of Baekje County, so his name is legitimate! "
Hearing Wang Wenzuo's words, everyone had ambiguous smiles on their faces. So far, the only job every day for the nominally supreme commander of the Baekje Tang Army is to be a clay carving wood sculpture. From Liu Renyuan, Liu Rengui, and Sun Renshi , down to the top soldiers, no one took the King of Baekje seriously. If Wang Wenzuo hadn't suddenly mentioned it, everyone would have forgotten that there was such a person.
"Okay, just do what Sanlang said!" Liu Renyuan suppressed his smile and tried his best to look more dignified, but he couldn't control himself the next second: "It took a lot of money for the imperial court to send him from Chang'an. It takes a lot of effort, but you can’t do nothing every day and just lie down in the tent and sleep!”
There was a roar of laughter, and Wang Wenzuo looked back with some guilt. Just seven or eight steps away, Fu Yulong was riding a yellow gelding, looking into the distance without looking this way. Wang Wenzuo suddenly thought about how he would feel if he and Fu Yulong were in the same place. Finally, he realized that if he were in his position, his only thought would be to hope that those who were laughing would fall off their horses and break their necks.
The night was already low in the west, dyeing all the flags black. Tang Junjun's camp was located between the Xiongjin River and the pipeline, stretching for several miles. It is very easy to get lost among the many camps and trees. Sure enough, after walking through a dozen tents, Wang Wenzuo suddenly found that he seemed to be lost. He looked around and saw no sign of Sancho, only fireflies scurrying around the tent like wandering stars. He smelled the aroma of roasted garlic sausage, which was spicy and delicious, making his empty stomach hungry. He heard someone singing a northwest ditty in the distance. Farther away, a veteran was demonstrating to four or five recruits how to use a spear to block and attack. His naked upper body was dripping with sweat.
No one looked at him, no one came to talk to him, no one noticed him. There were fifteen thousand people in the entire camp, but at this moment, he was alone.
"Wang joins the army! Lang Jun!!"
A few minutes later, Wang Wenzuo heard Sancho's unique hoarse voice, and he responded. A moment later, he saw Sancho's face that was still frightened.
"Master, where have you been just now! You scared me to death!" Sancho just complained a few words, and then realized that he was blaming Wang Wenzuo, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Mr. Lang, Sancho didn't blame you. I mean, it’s just that I couldn’t find you just now, so I was scared!”
"Get up!" Wang Wenzuo reached out and pulled Sancho up from the ground: "I don't blame you. I was just thinking about something while walking, and when I looked up, I realized that I was lost. It's not your fault!"
"It's not a small mistake. Fortunately, we are in our own camp. If you make a mistake outside, I can't make up for it even if I die a hundred times!" Sancho confessed.
Listening to Sancho's endless confession, Wang Wenzuo suddenly felt a little bored. He decided to divert Sancho's attention away: "I'm a little hungry. What should I eat for dinner?"
When he heard about the dinner, Sanqiu immediately became excited: "Don't worry, Mr. Yuan Fei, that guy from Yuan Fei just sent someone to deliver a skinned roe deer. He said he got it from the trap he set up the day before yesterday. You can wash it first when you get back." Show your face, I’ll have someone clean it up right away, and you’ll have meat to eat right away!”
"It's really a blessing to have roe deer meat!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Ten thousand troops came and the soil was leveled three feet, but he was still able to catch the roe deer. Yuan Fei really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."
"This is his old skill!" Sancho had completely forgotten his annoyance just now. He held up the torch with a smile to light the way for Wang Wenzuo, and said with a smile: "If he doesn't have this ability, how can his mother support him alone?" Do you have to keep him and his two sisters alive? They should have been sent to the mountains to worship the gods!"
Wang Wenzuo nodded silently. Of course he knew what Sancho meant by "sending them to the mountains to offer sacrifices to the gods." He hesitated and asked, "Sancho, what you just said about sending them to the mountains to offer sacrifices to the gods, was that much?"
"It depends on the situation!" Sancho said nonchalantly: "When the year is good, there are not many, and even if there are, they are mostly given to the elderly; when the year is bad, there are many, and there are old people and children. , not only are they sent to the mountains as offerings to the gods, but some are also sent to the rivers. After all, there are gods everywhere. Only when you offer sacrifices will the gods bless you and bring you a good harvest in the coming year—"
Sancho was talking but found that there was no reply behind him. When he looked back, he found that Wang Wenzuo's face was livid, his brows were furrowed, and he looked like he was holding back his anger. He was startled and hurriedly whispered: "Forgive me, sir. What you said just now is all nonsense, don’t take it to heart——"
"Sancho, you didn't do anything wrong, you don't have to apologize to me!" Wang Wenzuo took a deep breath and said in as calm a tone as possible: "But there is one thing I must tell you, no matter what kind of god, if you want to use the life of a living person, As a sacrifice, then he is not a true god, but an evil ghost!"
"Evil ghost?" Sancho looked at Wang Wenzuo with some confusion: "But in Baekje, there are too many such gods. Are they all evil ghosts?"
"Is this done in Buddhist temples?"
"That's not true! The monks don't need anyone to sacrifice!"
Wang Wenzuo breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that there was indeed a reason why Buddhism at that time was invincible in Northeast Asia. Compared with the primitive religions of Japan, Silla, Baekje, and Goguryeo, Buddhism had great progress in all aspects. For example, even though they are both psychoactive opiates, there are differences between marijuana and heroin.
"So the ones enshrined in the temple are not evil spirits. You just need to worship Bodhisattva more often!"
"It's certainly true what Mr. Lang said!" Sanqiu didn't hold on to his own beliefs, or he hadn't formed the concept of religious beliefs in his mind: "I will immediately gather the children and people in the territory after I return. From now on, No one is allowed to send people into the mountains to offer sacrifices to the gods. If anyone dares to do so, his whole family will have to get out of my territory!"
Watching Sancho's seamless transition from a domestic slave to a feudal landlord, Wang Wenzuo was also a little bit dumbfounded. But Sancho's approach was perfectly justified at the time. In ancient society, there was no personal freedom of belief. Both ancient Eastern and ancient Western rulers believed that the beliefs of their subjects fell within the scope of the ruler's power. To put it simply, you have to believe whatever the ruler tells you to believe. Those who dare not listen will be served with swords, fire, and crosses, like What Sancho said about the whole family being driven out of the territory was already very gentle.
