Ming Zuo

The imperial court fled, so did the Qing people, and the bitterly cold winter passed.

The devastated people in Gyeonggi-do returned to their hometown in fear, facing devastation.

The house is gone, the food is gone, the relatives are gone, everything is gone.

Obviously, the spring breeze brings warmth and everything recovers, but for the common people, all they can feel is despair.

Human life is worthless, and it is also the most tenacious and tenacious creature in this world.

After too much sadness, people who are still alive have to think about how to continue to live.

The weather is getting warmer, and it doesn't matter where you live, but you have to eat.

Not only do we have to be full now, but we also need to think about the future.

The only thing they can do is to ask for it from the ground under their feet.

However, after the disaster, people wanted to farm, but they didn't know where to start.

There are no farm tools, no livestock, and no seeds.

Although Mother Earth is selfless, she cannot conjure the hope of life out of thin air.

People in twos and threes gathered in the fields. After deep despair, they didn't know what to do except weeping bitterly.

A large group of people and horses came from a distance, not only in extraordinary clothes, but also leading various livestock.

The people who have not yet come out of their grief, seeing the people approaching gradually, are really terrified.

They already have nothing, so these nobles who came here will not want to extend their hands to them, right?
Soon, the troops of this brigade came to the front.

However, the attire of these people is very strange and varied.

Some wore the official uniforms of the two classes of masters, some wore the gowns of scholar-bureaucrats, and some wore strange bunt clothes and short hair like monks.

No one can figure out what kind of team this is?
But after these people came over, they didn't have the consciousness of outsiders at all.He looked around frequently, as if he regarded this place as his own territory.

"Minister Tong, this is Guguangli. There used to be seventy-two families, but now there are only so many people."

Shen Qiyuan stood with Tong Jiafeng on the ground and personally introduced him to the situation in the countryside.

Tong Jiafeng took out the binoculars and took into account the situation near and far.

"Half of this village is next to a mountain, and the land that can be cultivated is definitely not enough to feed the people."

Seeing that he had noticed the problem just after he came to the place, Shen Qiyuan was very impressed.

"Minister Tong clearly sees that the local people usually do farming, and they go to the mountains to hunt and gather herbs during their slack so that they can subsidize their families."

Tong Jiafeng nodded, very satisfied with the environment here.

He threw the binoculars to the secretary and walked towards the local people.

"I don't know who is the chief?"

Although the people heard the translation, they still looked at each other in blank dismay.Who would have thought that foreigners would come to this remote and closed mountain village.

Could this be an official of the Qing people?
But when they were hiding, they had secretly seen what the Qing people looked like.

Everyone has a pig's tail hanging from the back of their head, but the clothes they wear are quite similar to those of North Korean people.It's not like this person at all, in short clothes.

Seeing that no one answered, Shen Qiyuan was very angry.

"Humble and unreasonable people, this is Minister Tong from Shangguo, how dare you neglect him?"

The common people looked at him, knowing that this was the master of the second class, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Tong Jiafeng stopped him with a kind smile.

"Fellow folks, the rules have changed from now on. No matter who you meet, you don't have to kneel and kowtow."

These words were like thunder, causing the people to panic, and they didn't know what happened.The North Korean scholars on the side were red-faced and in a bad mood.

From now on, they can no longer show off their prestige from above, how can they maintain the dignity of scholar-bureaucrats?

But there is no way, now that he chooses to follow Xia Guo, he must obey Xia Guo's rules.

Some of the younger scholars felt that Xia Guo's rules were better.

Young people are active in thinking, out-of-the-ordinary in behavior, and their hearts are higher than the sky, so they are naturally unwilling to bow to others.

But North Korea's rules are there. In the past, they have suffered a lot of grievances when facing superiors and elders.

From now on, learning the rules of the Xia Kingdom, they don't have to lie on the ground to be young, so they are naturally very happy.

After some patient exchanges, the people in Guguangli knew that these strangely dressed people came from the previous kingdom.

However, the villagers in the mountains have no knowledge at all, they just know that the upper kingdom of North Korea is Daming.

As for what Daming looks like, they have never seen it before.

Since he is an official from Shangguo, it must be even more remarkable.Therefore, the people in Guguangli are all respectful and honest, just hoping to suffer less.

Tong Jiafeng walked among them.

"I am an official in charge of farming in Xia Kingdom. Now that spring is here, the land must not be left unused, otherwise everyone will go hungry. I am here to help everyone farm."

The people in Guguang raised their heads in astonishment, all suspecting that their ears had heard it wrong.

The high-ranking gentlemen of the second class actually care about their lives?

Isn't it only taxation and corvee?

Tong Jiafeng knew that these people would not be able to gain their trust just by speaking their words.

He waved back, and immediately someone ran to the livestock and unloaded the load.

"Look, I know you don't have seeds and tools, but I've brought them all."

Anything can lie, except the real thing.

The common people couldn't help being ecstatic when they saw the seeds in front of them and the excellent iron farm tools they had never seen before.

"Master Shangguo, these... Are these really for us?"

Pu Nanzhi, the head of Guguangli, tremblingly stroked the solid iron plow, just wanting to cry.

He has planted the land all his life, and the only memory is that no matter how hard he works, he just can't get enough to eat.

After a little harvest in autumn, the officials and servants would come like wolves and snatch more than half of it.

As for whether they will starve to death, those officials don't care at all.

But now, when everyone was completely desperate and didn't know what to do with their lives in the future, the new Lord Shangguo actually sent seeds and farming tools.

This feeling of resuscitation from a desperate situation is really unforgettable.

Hundreds of people fell to the ground one after another, kowtowing to Tong Jiafeng and others in gratitude.

Although it was said before that there is no need to kowtow from now on, but this time the people are willing.

Their wish is very simple, that is, they hope that they can live no matter how hard or tired they are.

As long as there is still hope of being alive, they are very patient and don't expect more.

But for the first time in thousands of years, someone gave them the hope of life.

Seeing the common people weeping with joy, singing and dancing around the Xia officials, and Shen Qiyuan waiting for the North Korean scholars, all of them were greatly shocked.

Their thinking outlook is also quietly changing.