Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 126
It started to rain, and the farmers who were harvesting in the fields shouted and became busy.Wang Wenzuo let out a long breath: the wheat has just matured, but there is no good weather, and the wet wheat is easy to rot, and the gods really have no heart.

"Master!" Sancho grabbed Wang Wenzuo's reins: "It's raining, it's cold in autumn, it's easy to get cold when we get wet, let's go back!"

"Give me the sickle!" Wang Wenzuo jumped off his horse and tied his cuffs tightly.

"sickle?"

"Yes, get it for yourself!" Wang Wenzuo turned around and shouted to his entourage: "Everyone go harvest the wheat, those with knives will cut the wheat, those with horses will carry the wheat, and send them to the bamboo shed Go down, go and call the soldiers in the battalion to help, it’s raining, the wheat will be ruined when it gets wet, everyone will starve, don’t be dazed, go to work!”

The rain hit her face, stung her eyes, and slid down her cheeks. I don’t know if it was rain or tears. Ah He waved the sickle, and the shouts of those Tang warriors came from her ears. She couldn’t understand what they were shouting. But the bundles of wheat under the bamboo shed would not lie. Suffering had already ground her heart into a stone, but this time for the first time in her life, she felt pain in her chest.

"It turns out that this is a warrior from the Shang Kingdom! He also helped us cut the wheat!"

The younger brother's voice came from next to his ear, Ah He straightened his waist, and kicked the younger brother's ass vigorously: "Go to work quickly, and finish harvesting the wheat in the field before dark!"

"Ah, it really shouldn't be, it shouldn't be!" No matter what Jin Sanzang was thinking in his heart, at least he looked surprised on the surface: "It really shouldn't be that the general of Shangguo went to the field to harvest wheat. Please forgive me for my humble mistake!"

"The city lord doesn't need to be so polite!" Wang Wenzuo smiled indifferently: "The cooked wheat will rot if it is rained, and the top is going to collect military rations. You and I are grasshoppers on the same rope. We just met , how can you not help me!"

"Yes, yes, yes! General Shangguo's magnanimity is really admirable!" Jin Sanzang rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "However, I don't know if I should say something or not!"

"City Lord, please speak up!"

"Your chief executive asked for 20 shi of military rations in the letter, and the king shared [-] shi in my territory. He said that my territory is on the bank of the Han River, so it is easy to allocate. But you can also see the situation here. When it comes, if you take it out, it is estimated that people will eat people in the coming year, so—"

"City Master Jin!" Wang Wenzuo interrupted Jin Sanzang's complaint: "Military orders are like mountains, and a hundred thousand troops are gathered under the city of Pyongyang. If the military rations are not delivered by the due date, I don't need to talk about the consequences. Don't talk about you and my heads. It is the lord of your country, I am afraid that it is inseparable from the relationship, you should understand this truth."

"Yes, yes!" Jin Sanzang looked a little embarrassed, he saluted and said, "I made a mistake just now, please forgive me, General!"

"City Master Jin, you don't have to do that!" Wang Wenzuo gave Jin Sanzang a hand: "You also have a heart of loving the people, so I can't blame you. But even though the army rations are indispensable, I have a few ways to save the people from the famine!"

What Jin Sanzang said just now was to see that Wang Wenzuo had compassion for the people of Silla, and he had the mentality of giving it a try to see if he could get some benefits. It was expected that he would be rejected, but he did not expect Wang Wenzuo's words Turn, it even said that there is a way to cross the famine.Quickly bowed and thanked: "I also ask the general to give advice!"

"I can't afford advice!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "No reserves are not enough for a country. Even if the Lord of Jin City handed over the [-] shi of military rations, there should still be some savings in the private warehouse, right?"

"This—" Jin Sanzang's face suddenly wrinkled, like an apple that has been in the cellar for a winter: "Don't dare to lie to the general, the savings are naturally a bit, but compared with the people in the territory, it is nothing at all. What. Besides, if I give them the stored grain, what will my soldiers eat? If the Mohe people and Goguryeo people invade, who will defend them?"

"Golden City Lord!" Wang Wenzuo leaned back and leaned comfortably on the fur behind him: "I didn't tell you to empty the warehouse, but it shouldn't be a problem to take out a thousand or eight hundred stones, right?"

"This one can be taken out, but it's not too much!"

Wang Wenzuo sighed. This Jin Sanzang is obese, with sunken eye sockets, and his small dark brown eyes are almost buried under his thick eyelids. This appearance is really hard to impress, but he is right in one thing. , if I do nothing, the people of this land will fall into desperate famine next spring.

"I remember that there are many pine trees and oak trees on the mountain here. Pine nuts and acorns are all good for hunger! But as far as I know, the mountain forest belongs to your hunting garden, the city lord. Unless you have a special license, people are forbidden to go hunting and gathering in the mountains, right? "

"There is such a thing, but this is also a tradition left over from ancient times. Hunting is the best opportunity to practice warrior skills. If the leaders are allowed to go up the mountain, it will destroy the tradition since ancient times!" Jin Sanzang's face was a little ugly, He is very clear that his status is largely derived from tradition, and to destroy the tradition is to destroy the foundation of his status.

"It's okay, you can ask the people who went up the mountain to pick it to pay half of the harvest, and then use it to help the hungry people in the spring famine! In this way, you have not broken the tradition since ancient times, but also helped the people and gained a good reputation, isn't it? Kill two birds with one stone?"

"That's right!" Jin Sanzang heard that he would not break the tradition, so he no longer insisted: "Then I will give the order as soon as I go back!"

"In addition, poor and weak people can also be allowed to pick up grains in the fields after harvesting. No matter whether they are public or private, others can't stop them! There are also reed roots by the river that can be dug for the winter. If there is barnyard grass, you can use it Seed food can also be used to cook porridge. There is still some time before the snow falls. If it is possible, the people can plant some radishes and turnips in the harvested fields, and they can be harvested in the next spring. Make up for one or two."

"Yes, yes!" Jin Sanzang's fat cheeks had already leaked a little sweat. He never thought that Wang Wenzuo, a general of the Tang Dynasty, could come up with so many means of crossing the famine at once, and he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed: "Can you say Slow down, wait for me to take the paper and take notes!"

"It's okay, I'll make a copy when I go back and have someone give it to the city lord!" Wang Wenzuo laughed.

"Then it's General Lao!" Jin Sanzang knelt on the reed mat, feeling admiration for the man in front of him for the first time.

Datong Riverside, Dacheng Mountain City.

From the outside, the rough and heavy stone wall is composed of countless rectangular stone strips of uniform size and shape, but in fact these stone strips are long wedge-shaped in the longitudinal direction, and the sharp side is wedged into the wall side by side. The gaps are filled with mortar, and the external impact will only make the stone bars wedge deeper into the wall, increasing the firmness of the stone wall. This is the famous "cut joint".

　Several times I saw someone in the discussion forum say that I described Tang Jun as too weak and exaggerated the strength of the enemy.Weber just wanted to invite those book friends to go to Baidu to find out about Tang’s management of the Korean Peninsula, and look at Tang’s half a century from Taizong’s attack on Goguryeo to Gaozong’s abandonment of the Xiongjin Governor’s Mansion and withdrawal from the Korean Peninsula.How many troops Tang invested in the Korean Peninsula, and the repetitions.Goguryeo, Baekje, and Silla are all brave and tenacious peoples. If you deny this, isn’t it a joke that the Tang army has shed blood and sweat on the Korean Peninsula for half a century?As for someone saying that I am writing about the Song Army, I just want to say that the Song Army never set foot on the Korean Peninsula from its founding to its demise.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)