At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

So these two thousand solids are equivalent to 1714 mines. What kind of concept is this?

The yearly wages of the Shence Army in the Tang Dynasty were 36 grains (millet), 18 silks, and 18 cloths.

Due to the different conditions in various places at that time, take 792 as an example, when the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers were flooded, a hu millet cost 1.5 cents, and the price of millet sold by the imperial court for parity was 0.8 cents, while the price of millet in the Guanzhong area was 0.7 cents, so the official 0.8 millet was used for calculation.

The grain part is equivalent to 28.8 grains.

According to the records in "New Book of Tang Shihuo Zhi", after the implementation of the two tax laws: "Three thousand and two hundred silk for a horse, and one thousand and six hundred for the next one."

Then count it as 1.6 thread, and the silk part is also 28.8 thread.

There is no relevant information on the cloth price at that time, but the cloth price in the Han Dynasty was 330 renminbi, so we estimated it at 500 renminbi, which is 0.5 renminbi.

The cloth part is equivalent to 9 min, so the annual salary of the Shence Army is 66.6 min, and the salary of the Shence Army is three times that of ordinary soldiers, so the ordinary soldier is 22.2 min, and the monthly salary is about 1.85 min.

In other words, the Church of Bremen has accumulated savings for ten years and can only hire 25 Shence soldiers or 75 ordinary frontier soldiers for a year.

That's why Feng Sen sent everyone a Solidar, but they all felt that it was missing, so they had to make up for others.

Because the money Feng Sen sent to these Tang soldiers was converted into the money of the Central Plains, which was about 0.85 coins, which is 850 Wen.

The salary Feng Sen paid when he was in Liaodong, converted into money, was probably more than two taels, and he also had to pay for free housing.

Feng Sen seemed to give out half of his salary at once, but in fact it was not much, less than half of his original salary. This was why he was anxious to provide benefits for the soldiers of the Tang army.

If the workers are not paid or paid less, at most they will make a fuss, at most they will file a lawsuit. If the soldiers do not pay their salaries, they must be armed to demand their salaries!

Even if you don't arm yourself to ask for salary, then when you go to the battlefield, your mind is full of how much money you have a month?So desperate! ?It is not the 01:30 point that the combat power drops.

Feng Sen has always been willing to think of people in the darkest place. No matter how good and enthusiastic the relationship between the dental soldiers and him is, they can't resist the lack of material.

That is to say, the people of the Tang Dynasty had very serious thinking about the imperial and Han people, and they tended to reject barbarians. In addition, this army was built up bit by bit by Feng Sen's father, and Feng Sen also grew up in the army.

Therefore, more money must be made!

At present, among the several industries in Xingyefang, military products are the most profitable.

For the fermented soy sauce and soy sauce industry, Feng Sen has already informed the bannerman hundred households that each hundred households will send two [-]-year-old apprentices to the workshop to learn how to make fermented soy sauce and soy sauce. These large-scale workshops will be promoted in the future to the folk.

As for some military industries and high-profit industries, sorry, Feng Sen owns private property.

There are still too few craftsmen now, Feng Sen thought in his mind that more craftsmen and management personnel are needed, especially scribes who can settle accounts. The group of monks are good at writing and writing, but they can't do it when it comes to calculations.

Thinking of this, Feng Sen turned on the Clausewitz engine, looked at the [Prestige: 614] on the attribute bar and the 250 prestige requirements on [Invite Scribes] and [Invite Craftsmen] in the resolution, and fell into deep thought.

Chapter 86 Newcomers

The flaming campfire, the deafening roar, the sweet air, the sword broke in the ground, the long knife slashed, cut off the head, and a pool of hot blood was sprinkled under the black soil.

In the second year of Jianzhong, Chengde Jiedu made Li Baochen die, and his son Li Weizhong asked him to stay as his heir. He was actually the heir of the feudal town, which caused the chaos in the four towns.

Afterwards, Emperor Dezong ordered all the towns and towns across the country to suppress the rebellion, and ordered Li Sheng to be the envoy of the Shence Army camp to quell the rebels.

Li Sheng originally wanted to seize Zhuozhou and Mozhou, so as to cut off the communication between Youzhou and Weizhou, so he and Zhang Shengyun, the son of Zhang Xiaozhong, besieged Zheng Jingji, the governor of Yizhou appointed by Zhu Tao, in Qingyuan.

But it is a pity that the army failed to win after several months of continuous attack.

At the end of May in the fourth year of Jianzhong, Zhu Tao asked his Siwu Shangshu Ma Shi to stay behind, and led more than [-] riders to guard the Weizhou camp. He personally led an army of [-] to rescue Qingyuan and defeated Li Sheng's army.

Chen Chongyi opened his eyes suddenly, and he touched his body and neck subconsciously. Everything was fine, as if the cavalry of Lu Longjun who cut off the head had never existed.

Rubbing his aching head, Chen Chongyi stood up from the ground and looked around.

Birds and insects chirped, yellow cornflowers and white dandelions swayed slightly in the warm summer wind, and the waves rolled up by the river soaked Chen Chongyi's ankles.

Here, is a gravel river beach?I am clearly in the Shence Army camp in Qingyuan, still some distance away from the river, how did I come here?Where is this again?

Chen Chongyi wandered around with confused eyes, but soon, he found a scribe in a shirt at the corner of the river beach, and he hurried over, shaking his shoulders lightly.

The old Confucian scholar was not injured at all. After being awakened by Chen Chongyi, he looked around in the same daze.

The old Confucian scholar stood up in a panic after waking up, and immediately bowed to Chen Chongyi's forked hands: "Thank you, Mr. Lang, for saving this old man's life."

"My father-in-law, please, this will break me."

The two exchanged names after some courtesies. Chen Chongyi claimed to be from Suzhou, and he was quite talented in politics. He was recommended by Wei Xiaqing, the governor of Suzhou. Unfortunately, Chen Chongyi's family was poor and had no money to take care of it.

The old Confucian scholar claimed to be Yang Fuchen, but he was from Jiannan. He failed the exams in Beijing, and finally returned to his hometown to become a private school teacher. He guarded two acres of Susukida. He usually went to a small local clan to teach Buddhism. He made up his mind again, and when he saved enough travel expenses and wanted to go to Beijing to give it a go, he was robbed by a group of bandits.

"This is strange." Chen Chongyi frowned, "My father-in-law, you were robbed near Chengdu in Jiannan Road, while I was attacked by Zhu Tao's army in Qingyuan, Hebei Road. The two places are thousands of miles apart, how could they gather here together? where?"

"It's weird." Yang Fuchen stroked his gray beard, and suddenly he turned pale with shock, "Could it be that this is the underworld, and we have already returned to the ground!?"

Hearing this, Chen Chongyi was covered in cold sweat, and then calmed down again: "We all still have a pulse and breathing, so we must not be dead, but this situation is weird, I don't know what it is."

"Chen Xiaoyou, look there! There seems to be another person."

As they said that, the two Confucian scholars stepped on the water and walked all the way. In the next ten minutes, they found four more people on the river beach.

After the six people woke up, they counted, and they turned out to be three craftsmen and three scribes, and they came from the north and south of the river, both Heshuo and Jiangnan, and they were all in danger and about to die.

"Could it be that some great god wants to save my life?" A stout craftsman named Lei Jun asked in shock.

Chen Chongyi ignored their yelling. For some reason, since he woke up, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if someone was calling him, and it was in the north.

"Why don't we go and find the nearby people first?"

"Good!" Several other people also agreed.

Under the scorching sun, Chen Chongyi and his party of six headed north along the river. After walking for about two quarters of an hour, a dirt road appeared in everyone's sight.

"Look, with this dirt road, there must be people living here. We didn't go to the wilderness where there are no people for hundreds of miles." Lei Jun pointed to the dirt road ahead and shouted.

"It just so happens that the dirt road is difficult to walk on, so let's go on the dirt road and go north. I think we will see people soon."

Stepping on the flat dirt road, Chen Chongyi and his group quickly walked towards the north.

The further north you go, the traces of human activities are obvious, such as the felled trees on the roadside, the road signs inserted in the mud, the strange characters carved on the big stones, and the traces of trampling in the woods.

"There are a lot of pines and firs here, all towering into the clouds. Although it is summer, it is not too hot. Could it be Liaodong?" An Tongyi, the well-informed caravan accountant, couldn't help asking.

"The climate in Liaodong is colder, and the mosquitoes in Liaodong are as big as a bucket, and the ones here are no more than the size of a fingernail. It really doesn't look like... Could it be the Western Regions?" Lei Jun couldn't help asking.

"Look at this towering giant tree, does it look a bit like the Western Regions?" Yang Fuchen retorted.

"Hey, look!" Chen Chongyi suddenly trotted forward two steps, "There is someone over there!"

Everyone quickly walked up, but saw on both sides of the dirt road, a little pigherd with loose yellow hair sitting on a big fat pig, driving the group of pigs with a long wooden stick.

"Why are you a barbarian?" Yang Fuchen looked a little unhappy, "Could it be that this is really the Western Region?"

But Chen Chongyi didn't care so much, but took two steps forward and walked in front of the little swineherd. The little swineherd was dressed in a strange way. The linen trousers he was wearing and the clogs on his feet were obviously made in the Central Plains. The man's face is distorted and his hair is scattered, which is quite different from the Sogdians and Huns, and it is very strange.

It's not that Chen Chongyi has never seen a big food merchant and a white slave in his hometown, but this appearance is not similar to any of the white slaves he saw.

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang, may I ask where this place is? Is there a government office and other people nearby?"

The swineherd was not very surprised when he saw Chen Chongyi. He first glanced at the hood on Chen Chongyi's head, then took a lot of his clothes, and spit out a bunch of words that Chen Chongyi couldn't understand.

Tsk, this is troublesome, the language barrier.

While worrying, the little swineherd seemed to see that Chen Chongyi didn't understand. He thought for a while, and took out a whistle from his pocket. He pointed to the ground, signaling Chen Chongyi not to leave, and then blew the whistle in his mouth.

"Beep beep."

The sharp whistle sounded in the ear, startling the few remaining craftsmen and literati, and they gathered around Chen Chongyi nervously.

"Brother Chen, what is this?"

"I'm afraid it's not to notify the thief to arrest me, so let's go."

"Don't worry, it's not the first time this kid has seen Han people." Chen Chongyi stood up straight, "It's useless to go on like this, and we have no water and no food. It's better to meet people here now."

Soon, there was a cloud of dust on the side of the dirt road. After everyone swallowed nervously, they saw three young boys riding on horseback. He wears Liuhe oolong boots and looks like a warrior.

But when they saw his face, everyone was startled, it was the face of a barbarian, although it was immature, it could be seen.

Seeing the three of them, the barbarian boy was taken aback for a moment, then under the surprised eyes of everyone, he obediently got off his horse, bowed his hands to the three of them and said, "I am Feng William, I wonder who you are?"

Chapter 87 From the Eastern Land of the Tang Dynasty

Hearing the somewhat familiar but unfamiliar Chinese, Chen Chongyi immediately clasped his hands and replied: "This is Chen Chongyi, the recruiter Kongmu officer of the Shence army camp. These are my companions. We came to your place by accident. I don't know where this is?"

Feng Weilian straightened his waist as if suddenly enlightened: "Zhu, uh... also, also goose, oh no, come from the Eastern Land and Great Tang?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people now changed.

also?Dongtu Tang?Could it be that this is not the Central Plains anymore?Chen Chongyi cheered up: "May I ask Feng Langjun, Han people came here before us? And where is this place? Is there a land route to the Central Plains?"

"You, speak slowly, you don't understand." Feng Weilian said with an effort to tilt his head.

Only then did Chen Chongyi slowly answer the question just now.

Feng Weilian spoke for a while, but found that his vocabulary could not be expressed at all, so he had to scratch his head for a long time before saying: "This matter...is complicated, you go back to the army first, my name is Teacher, and you can talk to him."

Feng Weilian sent a young soldier to the town of Hamburg to inform the news, while he led the horse and walked in the front to guide the soldiers and craftsmen from the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

Chen Chongyi knew that the other party was not proficient in Chinese, so he held back his curiosity and did not ask any more questions.

"Everyone, we are probably not in the Central Plains, but in Dashi or Shendu. It's just that the climate here is mild, not hot all year round as mentioned in the book." Chen Chongyi couldn't help but said to his companions behind.

"But I heard that most of the poisoned people are dark, but the people here are white. Where is it?" An Tongyi said looking around.

Following Feng William who was leading the horse, Chen Chongyi and the others finally walked out of the forest trail and came to the Alster River from a tributary of the Elbe River.

"Hamburg!" Pointing to a patchwork of houses in the distance, Feng William said loudly proudly.

"You mean Hamburg over there?" Chen Chongyi followed his pointer and looked. It was a town mixed with thatched houses and stone houses. From a distance, one could hear the crowing of cocks, the barking of dogs, and the neighing of horses one after another, full of vitality.

Feng William nodded: "Hamburg, the Han people's fort, our Han people's fort."

"It's a foul smell, it's obviously a barbarian." A craftsman beside him muttered in a low voice.

"Speak carefully!" Chen Chongyi interrupted him in a low voice.

Lei Jun also glared at the man: "Big mouth, if you dare to say such a thing on their territory, be careful to sink you."

As Chen Chongyi walked, he looked to both sides. This is a large plain, but it is not sparsely populated. There are people working in the fields and forests, and billowing black smoke and white steam can be seen in the distance.

On the road, Hu people with hair and eyes of various colors came and went, some were farmers with disheveled hair and brown clothes, some with their hair tied up in a bun, and some neatly dressed with various kinds of headdresses. .

At least within the distance of less than 1000 meters from the river mouth to the wooden bridge, Chen Chongyi saw sheep felt, linen, animal skin, black gauze or silk, but they were extremely rare.

It seems that this place has been bathed in the Han wind, and there must be someone who has been here before, Chen Chongyi nodded secretly.

After passing the wooden bridge over the Ulster River, there were already three people waiting in front of the bridge. The first one was wearing a shirt and a sage crown, and his face was the Han Chinese that Chen Chongyi and others were most familiar with.

"I've seen you, sir." Chen Chongyi immediately stepped forward to pay homage, "The boy was killed on the river bank. I thought he would starve to death in the forest. I didn't expect to be rescued by my servants. I am grateful."

Wang Sima raised his hand: "Mr., you don't have to be like this. Someone is from Wangjiao, Taiyuan. Sima, who was marching in the Jingnan Army for this place, heard that a stranger came to visit. I thought it was a lie, but I didn't expect it to be true. I don't know your name?"

Chen Chongyi and the others hurriedly introduced themselves. There were six people in total, namely Chen Chongyi, the Kongmu officer in the army, Yang Fuchen, the old private school gentleman, An Tongyi, the accountant of the caravan, Lei Jun, the blacksmith, and Jiang Dajiang Erliang, the two paper craftsmen. brother.

Everyone introduced each other, while Chen Chongyi recalled carefully from the side, where did he seem to have seen the name Jing Nanjun?After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered - isn't this the last time the team was wiped out by Zhu Tao?A new army that belongs to Pinglu Town and has been established for less than ten years.

"Dare to ask the prince's subordinates, but the Pinglu Suppressing Troops?"

"Of course."

"But the Jingnan Army was not wiped out by Zhu Tao's rebellious army last year. Jiedu and most of them were killed by Zhu Tao, and the rest fled to Weizhou with their families. I remember that the sage had canceled the name of the Jingnan Army." Chen Chongyi couldn't help asking.

"Hahaha, it's a long story..." Wang Sima made an invitation gesture to the group of people, "I'll take you to the house first, have some food and water, let's talk as we walk."

"Please."

Following behind Wang Sima and escorted by several soldiers, these scribes and craftsmen called by Feng Sen from their hometown looked around with their heads poking around.

"Do you guys know where this is?"

"Western Region?"

"No, no, it's still farther away. Have any of you read "Jing Xing Ji"?"

"I've heard of it." Chen Chongyi immediately replied, "It's just that it was written by Mr. Junqing's uncle, and I haven't had a chance to read it."

"I once traveled with Junqing's family to study, and I was fortunate enough to read this book." Under Chen Chongyi's widened eyes, Wang Sima continued to speak peacefully, "Jing Xing Ji was written by Du Junqing's uncle Du Huangong.

And "Jing Xing Ji" records its procession. Guess where we are now? "

Although surprised in his heart, Chen Chongyi still tried to guess: "Could it be in Tunisia?"

"No, we are in the north of Tunisia, [-] miles away from the Central Plains."

"Why, how could this be so?" Yang Fuchen couldn't help shouting, "It's only a day and a night before I sleep and wake up, how can I still sit on the ground and travel [-] miles a day?"