The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 749 Trouble

Li Muyun was busy marrying his wife, but in Goguryeo, Pang Wenlong complained: "Frugality, boss, can we have something else to eat? Pickled cabbage every day, I'm going to throw up."

"It's okay not to eat pickled cabbage, but would you like pickled radish?" Pei Xingjian looked at Pang Wenlong with a half-smile.

Pang Wenlong said with a pale face anxiously: "No, when you wrote to the county king, didn't you say that the food here is very good, why I have been here for two months, and I always eat pickles."

Pei Xingjian rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "I was reporting the good news but not the bad news. My husband created such a good opportunity for us. As long as this plan can be successful, it will be easy to seal my wife and son after I go back. You have the nerve to go." Tell me how much you have suffered?"

"I..." Pang Wenlong was dumbfounded.

Pei Xingjian chuckled: "I'm not afraid to tell you that there is a shortage of supplies here in Goguryeo, and it would be good to have some food. Even the one in the palace doesn't have much meat for a meal."

"Damn it, he is an emperor anyway, how could he be like us, eating pickles all the time."

"It's a matter of taste, but the Goguryeo people like it."

"..."

The two classmates chatted one after another, and ate a lunch full of vegetables and radishes with 'Gao Jianwu'.

It's already winter, and some businesses have already started. Materials such as cement are continuously being transported to Koguryo through Youzhou, in exchange for large sums of money.

In addition, some mines began to be gradually handed over to the aristocratic family. Qiwang of the five surnames organized people to enter Goguryeo one after another, taking over the mines and recruiting miners.

The salary of [-] Wen a month made all Goguryeo people flock to it. Although they were picked around like goods, no one complained.

Goguryeo was very poor, and Gao Jianwu was a very successful emperor. For the sake of his own country, the people could ignore everything. In addition, the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked.

Therefore, the exploitation of the people by the entire Goguryeo court can be regarded as boiling oil. If it were not for the country to rely on these people for production, it is estimated that even the bones would be eaten away.

What is even more frightening is that there are still a large number of Han Chinese who stayed here in the pre-Sui period in Goguryeo.

The entire Goguryeo exploited them far more than their own people. It can even be said that these people have always been struggling on the edge of life and death.

And this time the mine was recruiting workers. Under Pei Xingjian's suggestion, the five surnames and Qiwang recruited a large number of Han people, and took advantage of the hatred between the Han people and the Fuyu people to prevent the miners below from huddling together.

Mo Wen is the representative elected by these Han people. In order to let his compatriots survive, he took risks and came to negotiate with Pei Xingjian.

"Master Pei, little old man Mo Wen, I have met you."

When he came to the post house, Mo Wen tremblingly saluted Pei Xingjian with anticipation and hesitation in his eyes.

"Old man, get up and talk." Pei Xingjian motioned for the Xiong brothers to help Mo Wen up, and said in a harmonious voice, "Is the old man Han?"

"My lord, that's right." Mo Wen replied respectfully.

"Then why is it in Goguryeo?" Pei Xingjian continued to ask.

"To tell you the truth, the little old man came to Goguryeo ten years ago. At that time, he wanted to avoid the war in his hometown. As a result, he never went back after he came out." A look of sadness flashed in Mo Wen's eyes.

Pei Xingjian nodded: "Then why did the old man come to see me this time?"

With a "plop", Mo Wen, who had just stood up, knelt down and knocked his head on the ground with a 'bang bang' sound: "My lord, the little old man wants to ask you to take us back to our hometown. I hope you will allow me! Your Excellency agrees!"

Returning home... Pei Xingjian took a deep breath. Right now, he doesn't even know when he will be able to go back, let alone bring other people back to Datang.

Seeing the embarrassment on his classmate's face, Pang Wenlong simply stepped forward to help the old man up, and joked with a smile: "Old man, get up quickly, we have something to talk about, we can't play tricks."

"No, I dare not, the little old man dare not." Mo Wen was supported by Pang Wenlong, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Actually, this is not the meaning of the villain alone, but... but the meaning of all the Han people living in Goguryeo, The little old man is entrusted by others, and he dares not be unsatisfactory, it is not, it is not cheating."

"The meaning of all the Han people..." Pang Wenlong gave Pei Xingjian a helpless look, indicating that this matter was beyond his scope of competence.

Pei Xingjian was also taken aback, looked at the old man and asked, "You asked to see me just to say this for those compatriots living in Goguryeo?"

"Yes, please forgive me!" Mo Wen said and wanted to kneel again, but was held back by Pang Wenlong.

Pei Xingjian also stood up at this time, together with Pang Wenlong helped the old man to sit aside, and then said earnestly: "Old man, do you know how many Han people are staying in Goguryeo?"

"Probably, there are about 10,000+ people." Mo Wen just put his butt half on the chair, and when Pei Xingjian asked, he wanted to stand up again.

However, Pei Xingjian didn't let the old man get up this time, and pushed him back on the chair again: "Old man, we didn't think carefully about this matter, we should take everyone back earlier!"

"Don't dare to blame my lord!" Mo Wen shook his head, pleading in his eyes: "I just don't know if my lord is willing to take us back."

Pei Xingjian saw that the old man admitted his death, so he could only tell him truthfully: "It is possible to go back, but it is not now."

"No, can't go back?!" Mo Wen was a little disappointed.

"Old man, you have to know that this is a matter involving 10,000+ people, and it is not for us little people to decide." Pang Wenlong couldn't see the old man's distraught look, and persuaded him: "And even if it is His Majesty the emperor, he has to deal with this matter." This matter should be discussed with the ministers of the court."

"But……"

"Old man, he's right. I have no control over this matter." Pei Xingjian didn't let the text continue, and interrupted him: "However, if you want, I can give you some advice."

"What, what's your suggestion?" Mo Wen asked anxiously.

"Go to work in a store or mine run by us Han people. Don't worry, you won't be bullied by us. After a while, we'll try to solve your problems. What do you think?"

"This, can this work?"

"Don't worry, it's definitely possible, and I can also promise you that if someone bullies you in the future, I will definitely help you out, how about it?"

(End of this chapter)