Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 85 Village Chief
Yuan Fei smiled, ignored Wang Gao, turned around and told Yuan Aolie Wang Gao's name and family name, and finally said: "Yuan Xiaowei, I think this person is honest and simple, and there is only his family in this village, why don't you just let him go?" Let him be the village head, and everything here will be handed over to him from now on!"

"That's good, there's no one else anyway!" Yuan Aolie took out a wooden sign nonchalantly, wrote Wang Pu's name on it with a cinnabar pen, and handed it to Yuan Fei.

Yuan Fei handed the wooden sign to Wang Hao: "Wang Hao, you put it away. From now on, you will be the village head of this village. This is the proof. If anyone refuses to accept it, they can go to the Dudu Mansion, and naturally someone will support you!"

"The Governor's Mansion?" Wang Po was stunned. This strange word made him a little yearning and a little scared.

"Yes, Xiongjin Governor's Mansion! Great Tang Xiongjin Governor's Mansion!" Yuan Fei laughed and said, "You have recognized our banner, as long as it belongs to this banner, you can show him the wooden sign!"

Seeing the riding shadow gradually going away, Wang Pu let out a long breath. His luck was really good. Not only did he not lose a hair when he met this group of Tang people, he even saved the millet in the cellar. He didn't take the guy's remarks seriously, how could the officials say what they said seriously?Not to mention that this is still the official lord of the Tang Dynasty. Now it is said that there are two liters of millet per mu of land, two feet and five feet of cloth, and three catties of hemp.
Isn't it a waste of work, blood and sweat are shed for others?Thinking of this, Wang Po smiled and shook his head, threw the wooden sign away, turned and went back to the house.

After a while, Wang Po came out again, with a full bag on his shoulders, and when he walked to the gate of the yard, he stopped suddenly, turned around and looked back at the house: Zhe wood pillars, rafters blackened by rain, and thatched roof that had collapsed The potter's wheel with only half a length of rope next to the well, the mulberry trees in the yard, and the weed-covered vegetable garden behind the house all look so warm and lovely that Wang Pu's feet seem to be painted There is a layer of glue on it and it cannot be moved.

He suddenly had the feeling that even if he died, it would be a blessing to die in such a room.Suddenly he walked to the wooden sign, bent down to pick it up, brushed off the dust on it, put it in his arms like a treasure, turned around and walked out, with firm steps and a straight waist.

Jincheng, the capital of Silla.

Although he has seen the appearance of his homeland in dreams countless times, when Jin Renwen saw the towers of Jincheng gradually rising from the horizon and gradually getting bigger, he still felt the corners of his eyes sore and tears filled his eyes.

Hard rocks, steep cliffs, and constantly appearing enemies, these are the deepest impressions Jin Inwen left on his homeland when he was young. Compared with Baekje and Goguryeo, Silla was a latecomer. 300 years ago, Goguryeo was already able to compete with the Central Plains Dynasty in Liaodong, a giant with [-] armors, Baekje also controlled more than half of the Korean Peninsula and part of Western Liaoning, and Silla was still a tribal alliance in the southeast corner of the Korean Peninsula at that time. The formal kingship was not formed until the late fourth century AD.

Its strength is far inferior to that of Goguryeo and Baekje at the same time. In order to resist the invasion of powerful neighbors, the people of Silla had to build their castles on the top of steep mountains.It is also for this reason that when Jin Renwen came to Chang'an with his father for the first time, he was extremely surprised—why did the people of Tang build the capital on the plain beside the Wei River?Don't they worry about enemy invasion?
When Jin Renwen vomited his own question at a banquet, people in the Tang Dynasty burst into laughter. A son proudly answered Jin Renwen's question: "The Son of Heaven regards the world as his home and the four barbarians as his guardian. Use the city wall to strengthen yourself!"

What a group of confident and arrogant people!Jin Renwen still remembered the young master's appearance when he answered his question, his chin was slightly raised, his eyes were looking straight into the distance, and his whole body seemed to be shining with light.

It is no wonder that he is so confident. At that time, the army of the Tang Dynasty reached Liaodong in the east, Persia in the west, the sea in the south, and Mobei in the north. Will it be the same as that young man?

"Your Highness!"

The guard's voice interrupted Jin Renwen's thoughts. He raised his head and was surprised to find that the flags of the oncoming team were all tied with white silk, which was a sign of mourning. Could it be—?
"Your Highness!" A general with an unfamiliar face came to greet Jin Renwen. He bowed to Jin Renwen and said, "The late king passed away half a month ago. Please change your clothes quickly!" After waving, the attendant behind him presented a piece of clothing.

Jin Renwen took the clothes, which were made of the crudest raw linen and were not dyed, and the broken parts exposed the edges, that is, the cut-off clothes. This is the heaviest mourning dress among the "five clothes".According to the etiquette of Confucianism, children must mourn for three years because of the death of their parents.

Jin Chunqiu is Jin Renwen's biological father, so it is natural to perform the ceremony of beheading.He took off the outer brocade robe and put on raw linen clothes, took off the golden crown and hairpin, tore off a section of twine to tie up his hair, and said to the general: "If you are in trouble, lead the way!"

"Your Highness, please!"

Passing through the city gate, Jin Renwen's doubts in his heart increased. The market remains the same, but the people's eyes are indifferent. In their eyes, I am no longer the second prince, but a stranger from afar?He's forced his doubts and insecurities beneath a mask of calm, but they're still there, growing with every step he takes.

"Where is the coffin of the father?" Jin Ren asked.

"It has already been buried!" The general replied in a deep voice, "Your Majesty is waiting for you in the main hall!"

Jin Renwen suddenly realized that he was not only the son of the former king, but also the envoy of the Emperor of Tang, who was tasked with urging Silla to transport food to the Tang army that was about to attack Pyongyang.According to the way of the monarch and his ministers, he should put public affairs before private affairs, first fulfill the emperor's order, and then fulfill the responsibility of a son.He nodded: "Very good!"

What comforted Jin Renwen was that the place where his elder brother met him was not in the main hall, but in a side hall, and there were only a few people present, all of whom were important ministers.At least he hasn't forgotten that I'm his brother!Jin Renwen thought to himself that because of his status as an envoy of the Tang Dynasty, he had to stand facing south, accept the kneeling worship of his elder brother and several important officials, and read the emperor's order before sitting down again.

"How did the father die?"

"Father's health has been very bad since the beginning of winter last year, and he has been bedridden with illness. A few days ago, we suffered a defeat against the Baekje people, and his condition worsened. He was lying on the bed half asleep and half awake. , reading your name!" At this point, Jin Famin wiped the corner of his eyes: "To be honest, the most important thing in my father's heart is you!"

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(End of this chapter)