Great Warriors of Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 705

September.

In the Tuntian in Liaodong, there are patches of golden yellow.

This is another harvest season.

The weather in Liaodong has been clear for many days, the autumn is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is shining every day. It seems that God is also celebrating the harvest and preparing the weather for everyone to harvest.

In the village outside Liaodong City, Feng Changgui was sharpening his sickle, which was about to be cut. The sickle had to be sharpened so that it could cut faster.Harvest season is always busy and you have to rush for time, so it is called rush harvest.

After half a year of busy work, when the harvest is in sight, if the time is delayed and the sunny weather is missed, then an autumn rain will come, and the hard work of the past half year may be all in vain.

Harvest all the grain as soon as possible and put it in the warehouse, so that you can enjoy the harvest with peace of mind, and prepare for the rural drinking ceremony after the harvest, watching social dramas, and going to the market with a happy mood.

Yong Fu walked in from the outside as usual holding a stack of newspapers.

Chang Gui raised his head and said hello, "Master, is there another postman coming to deliver newspapers today?"

Yongfu was in his early thirties, and he walked with a limp, but his eyes were very fierce, and he always had a bad look. Sometimes the children in the village would cry when they saw him.He was nearly eight feet tall, and he was a one-to-one man before he limped.

He used to be a veteran of the Fifth Left Army and a scout light cavalry. Later, he was injured in an operation and became limping.So Yongfu received a disability pension, took some rewards, and retired from the army.

Although it was a pity that he could no longer stay in the army, the higher-ups did their best to help him make arrangements.He was just an unofficial scout cavalry before, so after he retired, the higher-ups tried their best to arrange a coach for him.

The coach is naturally the coach of the villagers.

In eastern Liaodong, the system of village villages was widely practiced, where the common people lived together and built walled villages with farmland outside.In every village, there are basically some government soldiers.

And other villagers, young and strong men, will also be incorporated into the county soldiers in the county or the soil regiment in the county, or the township soldiers in the township, or the militia in the village.

In short, those who are stronger will be given priority to be incorporated into higher-level teams, and even old men in their fifties or sixties or teenagers will be incorporated into the militia in Bentun.

Except for the two training camps every year, everyone will train by themselves in the village for the rest of the time.

Therefore, there will also be coaches in the village.

These coaches are either served by Fubing, or retired disabled veterans such as Yongfu.

In fact, there is no salary for being a coach, but there will be two rewards every year, usually one or two sets of clothes and a little food.But what everyone is looking for is not this thing, but the coach is actually very imposing.

For example, although Yongfu is disabled, he is actually living a good life. He is only in his 30s. He has a wife and several children at home. He also has a Silla concubine. There are several Turkic slaves, and the family has hundreds of acres of land, as well as cattle and horses, as well as chickens, ducks and sheep.

Life is very comfortable and comfortable. Although the life in Liaodong is definitely not as good as that in the Central Plains, the current Central Plains is definitely not as comfortable and stable as Liaodong.

Although many supplies are in short supply here, basic daily necessities such as grain, salt and cloth are not in short supply, and the prices are stable and cheap.

In addition, there is a school in the village. Not only do the children can go to study for free, but even the adults often attend the literacy classes in the lower school to learn how to read, write, and arithmetic. At least everyone can learn to write their own names.

And a veteran like Yongfu had learned it specially when he was in the barracks, so he could know thousands of characters, and he could understand ordinary notices, newspapers and the like.

There is a newspaper in Liaodong called Oriental Morning Post.

It is published once a week, and each magazine is printed into a book, with dozens of pages, and there are many contents on it, such as various important events in the court, news from all over the world, or local news from Liaodong, and even some poems, stories and legends. of.

But this newspaper is not cheap. It is said that it is printed by engraving, but it costs ten cents a copy, which is the price of half a bucket of rice.Anyway, Changgui, who is just a village soldier, is reluctant to buy it, and the wife at home will definitely not let him buy it.

So he was like many villagers. Every time they saw Yongfu buying something, everyone would wait until the evening after eating, or at noon, and gather under the tree in the village to listen to Yongfu read to everyone.

Sometimes Yongfu didn't have time, so everyone went to the school in the village to study with the master there.But now most of the gentlemen in the school are female gentlemen from the orphan camp, young female dolls, and it is not easy for them to find men.

So more people will go to the village deputy who is also from the Yierying camp. Every village has a village head, usually an older, fair and prestigious villager, and each village has a village chief. As his deputy, the deputy of the village is all young boys sent by the Yierying Camp. Although these children are all young, they can read, write and count just like the gentlemen, and most of them are still young. He can ride horses, archery, dance knives and spears.

They came to serve as the deputy of the village, assisting the head of the village in the management of the village, and also helped everyone write faith newspapers, and regularly organized everyone to take literacy classes during the slack.

Yong Fu flipped through the newspaper while walking, without looking up.

It seems that Chang Gui didn't hear him calling him.

Chang Gui leaned forward, "What's the news in the newspaper again, you're so fascinated by it, tell me quickly?"

He thinks this newspaper is so miraculous that he can know the affairs of the world just by reading the newspaper without going out. Not only can he know the notices and orders issued by the Marshal's Mansion in Liaodong City, but also the edicts issued by the Central Plains court.

Only at this time did Yong Fu raise his head.

"There is an extra number in today's newspaper."

"What is an extra account?"

"It's just that the morning paper is originally published every ten days, and it is published once every ten days. But when there is urgent and important news, when the newspaper has already been printed, it can only urgently print a separate issue."

"Then what did the foreigner say? What is the emergency? The Goguryeo people are calling again?"

"No, it's fine if we don't beat him, does he dare to call?" Yongfu snorted, "But this time the matter is bigger than that. The emperor issued an edict in Jiangdu, and he announced his abdication, and then passed the throne to the Liao Dynasty. Wang, let our commander-in-chief lead the Zhongwu army to escort the new emperor into the pass to quell the chaos, and send the new emperor to Luoyang to succeed him."

Chang Gui was taken aback.

"The emperor abdicated? Pass the throne to the king of Qi? Didn't you say that the grandson of the emperor is the second grandson of the emperor? Why did he pass the throne to the king of Qi?"

Of course Yongfu didn't know why this happened, but since everyone on this account has said so, it can't be wrong.

"Then we are going to send troops?" Chang Gui asked. "But the millet in this field is about to be harvested, what should we do?"

For Chang Gui, whether the emperor will abdicate or not, whether the throne will be handed over to the grandson or the king of Qi seems to have little to do with him, and what he cares more about is the ripening wheat in the field.

What I thought was that there was going to be a war, so what about the crops and food in this field?
Yongfu snorted contemptuously, "If you want to go, you may not have the opportunity to participate. Do you think anyone is qualified to go? Besides, if the order is really issued, you and I will be recruited into the army or sent to deliver food, that's fine. Don’t you have wives and slaves in your family?”

"But there are only two Koguryo slaves in my family. There are so many fields. The children in the family are young, the parents are old, and my wife is still pregnant with the child." Chang Gui looked sad.

"Don't worry, even if you really order it, the village will organize everyone to help harvest it, and your wheat millet will not rot in the field."

Yong Fu felt a little disappointed. He was a lame former scout cavalry, and he had no chance to enlist in the army.

(End of this chapter)