"No longer there?" Master Shen turned around, saw the empty seats, and scratched the back of his head: "That's strange. I saw him sitting in that seat just now, why is he missing now?"
Seeing Master Shen like this, He Bayong knew that he couldn't ask anything. He was about to find someone else to ask, but he saw Yuan Fei coming in from the outside, walked to a Baekje man, and whispered in his ear. After a few words, the Baekje man quickly stood up, followed Yuan Fei, and went out cautiously. He Bayong quickly quickened his pace and followed him out.
Night had fallen, turning all the flags black. The Tang army's camp was located on the river bank and stretched for several miles, making it easy to get lost. He Bayong had to try his best to keep his eyes open to ensure that he would not be thrown away by Yuan Fei. He heard someone singing an erotic ditty in the distance, a woman ran past him with a smile, her fair thighs were visible under the fluttering cloak, and a drunk man chased after him, and he fell down within two steps. Farther away, a group of people were gambling around a campfire, and the crisp clatter of dice could be heard far away.
No one looked at him, no one talked to him, and no one noticed who he was. Around him were troops loyal to the Tang Dynasty, a total of 30,000 people, but they had nothing to do with him.
Finally, he saw Yuan Fei stop outside a tent. He gestured to the Baekje man to wait outside the tent and walked inside. He Bayong looked around, carefully touched the back of the tent, hid in the grass, and listened close to the curtain.
"Are you Wang Peng?"
The voice in the tent was very familiar. He Bayong was almost certain that the person speaking was Wang Wenzuo, but why was he not in the big tent but meeting this Baekje man named Wang Peng in this small tent? He Bayong thought to himself.
"You are Wang Peng!" Wang Wenzuo grabbed Wang Peng's right hand affectionately: "I heard that you brought a total of 180 people, which is a full 60 more than Yuan Fei requested! Okay, okay ! You were able to put down the thieves this time, thanks to your great efforts!"
"You don't dare to be a villain!" Wang Peng seemed a little embarrassed by Wang Wenzuo's unusual courtesy. He lowered his head and said awkwardly: "The villain's land was given by the Tang Dynasty. His fourth brother also studied at Dinglin Temple. The villain's family We are all deeply grateful, and this is just a way of repaying your kindness!"
"Your fourth brother is studying at Dinglin Temple? What is his name?"
"Call Wang Pu!"
"Wang Pu?" Wang Wenzuo patted his thigh and said with a smile, "Is he that young man who is very accurate in throwing stones?"
"Not bad!" Wang Peng said with a smile: "When I sent him to Dinglin Temple, you rewarded him with some meat!"
"Yes, yes, I remembered it!" Wang Wenzuo laughed and patted his thigh: "My surname is Wang, and your surname is Wang. So, there is really a problem between our two families. What a fate!"
"What did you say about joining the army?" Wang Peng hurriedly bowed his head and said: "You are a nobleman of the above country, I am just a farmer in Baekje, how dare you use the same surname in vain!"
"What nonsense is this? You and I are indeed both surnamed Wang!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Besides, with your contribution this time, you are no longer just a farmer!"
When Wang Peng heard this, he quickly kowtowed: "Thank you for joining the army, thank you for joining the army!"
When Wang Wenzuo saw Wang Peng kowtow repeatedly, he just smiled slightly but said nothing. Yuan Fei on the side stretched out his hand to help Wang Peng up and said: "Wang Peng, there are many generals in the Tang army, but the only one who is waiting for me is to join the army. I passed by You all know the situation, and what you are doing today is all thanks to the great kindness of joining the army. If you have any wishes, you can speak directly to joining the army today, and joining the army will definitely satisfy you!"
Wang Peng was surprised and happy. He looked up at Wang Wenzuo and found that the other person was smiling and nodding. Then he said cautiously: "I have a lot of land now, but I don't have a few oxen. If I could plow more, The cow is ready!”
"Zen Master Dinghui, please note that Wang Peng wants to farm cattle!" Wang Wenzuo ordered Dinghui on the side: "Is twenty cattle enough?" he asked Wang Peng.
"Enough, enough!" Wang Peng didn't expect Wang Wenzuo to agree so easily, and quickly thanked him: "Thank you for joining the army, thank you for joining the army!"
"Write it down and take it out from the seizures in Zhouliu City!" Wang Wenzuo ordered. He comforted Wang Peng with a few gentle words, and Yuan Fei led Wang Peng out with a lot of thanks.
He Bayong was listening inexplicably outside the tent when he heard Sanqiu coming in with another person. His passing was similar to that of Wang Peng just now.
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Very similar, first Wang Wenzuo praised Li's contribution, then asked him what his request was, and then ordered Ding Hui on the side to record it, and then Sangqiu led him out. A long time passed like this, and by rough calculation Wang Wenzuo met thirty or forty Baekje people. He Bayong was a little tired of listening outside the tent.
"Hey——!" Wang Wenzuo hit him hard and asked, "Dinghui, how many people did I meet tonight?"
"Including the one just now, there are thirty-seven people in total!" Dinghui replied.
"I'm exhausted. There are only thirty-seven. I thought there were at least fifty!" Wang Wenzuo twisted his neck and stretched: "These people are really stingy!"
"Stingy?" Dinghui was stunned when he heard this. After a moment, he cautiously probed: "Joining the army, you mean they didn't bring any gifts when they saw you?"
"Pfft!" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help laughing and laughed: "If I have so many ways to get money, why would I ask for it from these poor people?"
"You're talking about joining the army!" Dinghui said perfunctorily, thinking that these Baekje people could almost produce hundreds of young and strong men, so they were not considered poor by any means.
"What I mean is that the demands made by these guys are too stingy, that is, they want a few cattle, hundreds of acres of land, etc. There are not many who have a big appetite!"
"Big appetite? What does this mean?" Dinghui was stunned. Although his Chinese was not bad, he still knew very few "modern" vocabulary like appetite.
"It's just that they want too little!" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "Actually, even if they ask for some soldiers, fields, or even the development rights of wasteland and mountains, I will find a way to agree to it!"
"This -" Dinghui was stunned: "Joining the army, they have made such great contributions, do they deserve such a heavy reward?"
"Not yet, but -" At this point, Wang Wenzuo stopped. He took the white paper for recording from Dinghui's hand and flicked his fingers: "Well, it seems that some things can be done naturally, and some things can only be done naturally. It’s hard to do anything!”
When He Bayong outside the tent heard this, he cautiously got out of the grass and ran in the direction he came from. Back in the tent, Master Shen was already three to four points drunk. When he saw He Ba Yong, he shouted: "He Ba, where have you gone? Why don't you sit down and drink!"
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