Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 106 Hope
"Huh? You have to eat radishes and turnips after harvesting so much grain?" The second son was anxious when he heard this, and he threw the basket in his hand on the ground: "Obviously the grain harvested is enough for us to eat, but we still need to put radishes in the rice turnip!"

"Second!" Wang Po shouted, "Pick up the basket for me!"

"Don't pick it up!" The second child lost his temper. He squatted down with his back to Wang Po, buried his head between his knees, and said in a low voice, "Isn't there enough wild vegetables for us to eat on the mountain? How about now?" Why eat turnips and turnips when there is easy food to eat? Is it so difficult for us farmers to eat the food we grow at home?"

"It's not that you won't be allowed to eat food!" Wang Gao persuaded earnestly, "It's just that some things should be prioritized."

"What can be more urgent than food?"

"Yes! Land is more urgent than food!"

"land?"

"That's right, with land, there can be food without food; without land, no matter how much food there is, there will be a day to eat it all!"

"But we have land, so much land is not enough? Without livestock, you can't plant no matter how much land you occupy!"

"Second brother, you still don't understand! Having no animals today doesn't mean having no animals tomorrow!" Wang Po laughed and said, "If we save an extra morsel of grain, we can exchange it for animals, right? If we have animals, we can get more money." land, and then we can harvest more food, so we can find a beautiful wife for you!"

The second child was finally moved by Wang Gao's last words, he finally pulled his head out from between his knees: "Brother, don't lie to me!"

"My brother, why am I coaxing you?" Wang Po laughed and said, "Pick up the basket quickly, look, the seeds are scattered all over the ground!"

"I'll just pick it up!" The second child picked up the seeds on the ground and said in a low voice: "Brother, do you think the Tang people tricked us? Let us work hard here and wait for the harvest." Come and grab all the food when it's time!"

Wang Po's body froze, and the second child's words hit the deepest part of his heart. Like all farmers in the world, his greatest wish in life is to be able to sweat on his own fields and harvest the grown grains and fruits. But the fact is just the opposite. Before the Tang people came, he plowed in the spring and worked in the summer, harvested in the autumn and stored in the winter. With the family's brown clothes and hemp clothes, the bran is endless, and it is rare to be full all year round.

This is also the reason why he took his family and fled into the mountains so quickly after Tang Jun arrived - anyway, he didn't have much to lose before.

And the promise made by the man who claimed to be a military officer of the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion in the Tang Dynasty brought a little light to Wang Hao's gloomy life-as long as he pays the land tax, he can occupy the land and enjoy the rest of the fruits, which is something deep in his heart. Is it something that is always longed for and unavailable everywhere, and is this a lie fabricated casually, a trap to deceive oneself into vain efforts?

"No, this can't be fake!" Wang Po shouted loudly, as if arguing with someone in his heart: "This is not some Baekje king, but the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion of the Tang Dynasty. To deceive a farmer like me, no, absolutely not!"

The second child raised his head and looked carefully at Wang Gao. The eldest brother, who was always kind and even a little cowardly on weekdays, was flushed with blue veins exposed, and looked very scary.He hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Brother, even if the Governor's Mansion won't lie to us, it won't be wrong to keep a hand. In my opinion, wait until the radishes and turnips are harvested, dry them and store them in the cellar. There is something to eat even in the winter!"

Wang Po looked at the second child in surprise, and he felt a little relieved by his younger brother's cautiousness, so he nodded: "Alright, just do as you say!"

Outside Sibi City, August.

Wang Wenzuo rode his horse through the miscellaneous woods and came to the river.It can be seen that there is a solid stone embankment on the bank, and there are wooden piles protruding from the water in the river, which are the remains of the trestle bridge. Farther away, there are large pieces of ruined walls, extending all the way to the north gate of Sibi City.

In peaceful days, it is one of the most prosperous business centers in Northeast Asia.Unlike the Silla and Goguryeo people, the Baekje people are a nation that is good at sailing. Baekje merchants have traveled all over China, Southeast Asia, the Japanese archipelago, and the coast of the Sea of ​​Japan.

Merchant ships from all over the world gathered here loaded with goods of all kinds, and merchants using various languages ​​traded here, and wealth from all directions flowed into the treasury of the King of Baekje.

It is precisely because of these that the Baekje Kingdom was able to quickly recover its strength in the narrow area centered on the Ungjin Basin after losing the fertile Han River Plain, and even regained its long-standing enemy Silla by virtue of its alliance with the Japanese and Goguryeo people. Advantage, if it wasn't for Kim Chunqiu and Kim Yushin who pulled the giant elephant of Datang into this melee, the people of Baekje would probably be the ones who had the last laugh.

As a foreigner, Wang Wenzuo knew almost nothing about the history of Baekje before, but over the past year or so, he gradually understood why the Baekje people were so tenacious in the face of the powerful Tang Empire, even to the point of madness.

Different from the Turkic people on the grassland and the Miao and Yao people in the south, these Baekje people have their own unique civilization, which is almost no less than that of the Tang Dynasty. They have the deepest nostalgia and love for their land and civilization. , And it is this kind of nostalgia and love that breeds true warriors. It is not difficult to kill these warriors, but it is very difficult to force them to surrender.

"Lang Jun, the fish market is ahead!"

There are dozens of thatched huts on the back of the embankment. Fishermen put their harvest into bamboo baskets and sell them loudly. Servants, cooks, and common people walk among them, picking shells, river snails, fish, and river shrimp. While haggling with fishmongers.

"Lang Jun, do you want these guys to retreat to the side of the road and kneel!" Sancho asked.

"No, no need!" Wang Wenzuo hurriedly stopped his subordinate's suggestion, he didn't want to bring hatred to himself, he could feel countless eyes cast on him: coldness, anger, hatred.Of course, no one dared to take action, and no one dared to speak—Wang Wenzuo was followed by twenty soldiers in iron armor.

"Lang Jun, you are too polite to these guys!" Sancho complained in a low voice: "If it were me, I should let them know how to respect you!"

"Sangqiu, I think you still can't tell what is fear and what is respect!" Wang Wenzuo snorted coldly: "Have you forgotten how the Baekje people treated you back then? Do you respect your master?"

Sancho scratched his head: "I didn't feel much at first, anyway, all the Baekje people treated the shepherds like this. Now that I think about it, I wish I could hang that guy on a tree."

(End of this chapter)