Martial Sage

Ten miles outside Anqing city.

On the creaking bullock cart, the half-year-old kid took a hat, hiding from the venomous sun under the side of the cart.

A small face was also red from the scorching heat, wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, and the child poked his head out of the car curtain, looking at the rolling mountain road and asking questions.

"Daddy."

"I heard that the people who bought Misu called us the landlord. They said that as long as we give the officers and soldiers money, we won't be taken away. Didn't we give them money this time, or why should we run away?"

The woman sitting in the carriage glanced at the child and sighed softly.

"Money and silk, it's not worth it this time."

"The family of Caizhu Zhang in the village next door, except for the old mother who is over seventy years old, has been arrested and sent to the military camp. The money from Cypriots has also been taken. This group of officers and soldiers is simply more disgusting than the bandits and robbers."

Putting his hands on the car window, he turned his head curiously.

"Aniang, Aliang Big Brother was also taken away?"

"Then he will be like those officers and soldiers, dressed in armor, holding a spear, and majestic?"

The car curtain was lifted, and the rich man poked into his head and looked lovingly at the upper half of the elder child.

"My boy, you must remember that the soldiers who defend the home and the country will be supported by our people. Those who break into the homes of their compatriots with swords and knives are just robbers dressed in official clothes."

"My old Qin moved from the Tang Dynasty to Goguryeo, honestly, and diligent in business, earning a hard-earned money, hard-earned money. I won't be easily sent to these bandit bullies."

A smile appeared on the woman's cheek, she pulled the child to sit down, touched her head, and glanced at the man in front of the car door.

"Alright, okay, Xuan'er is only twelve years old, and he still doesn't understand the truths you are talking about."

After that, he took out the square scarf, wiped off the perspiration from the child's forehead, and handed the square scarf to the figure next to the car door.

"Hurry up."

Taking the square scarf and wiping his cheeks indiscriminately, the moment the curtain fell, there was a sigh.

"Yeah! He is only twelve years old this year! A Liang is just past his twelfth birthday this year, so what kind of sin is this?"

The next moment.

The sound of driving sounded.

The creaking vehicle seemed to be getting on again.

"But Master Qin Landlord?"

A shout came out from the low hillside.

Hearing this slightly joyful voice, the head of the man in the carriage stuck out and followed the prestige.

A Daoist shadow appeared in his slightly squinted eyes. Lao Qin knew him as Lao Liu, who was in the fur business from his hometown. He gave him the nickname "Three Zhangs". Since he opened his shop, he will sell three copies every month. Zhang exquisite fur.

"Three sheets, where are you going to go?"

The figure on the mountain beam glanced at the bullock cart and smiled happily.

"Let's, it's the same as you."

The ox cart walked up the mountainside unhurriedly, turning around the corner only to find that there were many people resting in the shadow of the mountain beam.

The three fur sellers are holding a family of young and old, Hu, who is a coffin, and his wife who is potbellied, and Lao Li who is a carpenter in the village next door, and his mother who is over 60 years old...

Old Qin was a little surprised, jumped out of the bullock cart and glanced at all his gazes.

"You... are you all going to the border?"

Three of them looked at everyone with a smile, and turned their heads.

"The General Datang of Anqing City has already issued an order, there is a field of plowing in clothes and clothes. Isn't this what life is like in everyone's mind?"

"Think about it, since His Majesty Gai Suwen became the throne, we have not had such a life for a long time."

The carpenter shook the wooden fan and took the stubbornly.

"Yeah, you said it would be fine if it was pure labor taxation."

"But now there is nothing wrong in the courtroom. I heard that an eleven-year-old doll in the neighboring village was also forced to conscript for military service. That is still a child who doesn't know the smell of papaya!"

"Isn't that afraid that these bandits will be forced to leave the village because they hurt the children in the base mansion."

As soon as the voice fell, an angry voice came from beside him.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"The city of Anqing is now under the control of Datang, and some of my old friends also persuaded me to go to Anqing."

"Today's Anqing, under the leadership of that Datang general, has restructured agricultural tools to encourage farming. I heard that less than half of the grain will be paid in the coming year."

"In my opinion, the next few cities will definitely look like this, which is really fascinating."

what.

A naive sound of surprise came from behind Lao Qin.

The figure that jumped out quickly rushed to the opposite, a child of the same age.

The chance encounter on the road did not allow the two to meet here, and he happily took the slightest sense of wandering in his arm.

Two children playing around were reflected in the eyes, and Lao Qin's face floated up with a touch of gentleness.

"Look, Wu You is so careless in the children's world, even if we are on the edge of the war, we are completely unaware of it."

"If there were no cold-blooded wars in this human world, that would be great..."

From the cuffs embroidered with the beautiful mandarin ducks, a thin white soft was stretched out, and the water bottle was handed over. The woman's words were particularly gentle.

"The Tang general of the Great Tang has already stated on the list that this will be a city without gunsmoke."

"Presumably the husband's long-cherished wish will be realized soon."

The figure standing with his hand turned his head and muttered when he saw the outline of the city looming in the distance.

"maybe."

"Perhaps this Tang general is our lucky star."

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