Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 377 ​​Horse Head
"It's okay, I'm not very good at this, let's learn together slowly!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "By the way, if you can't play chess, beat drums and throw pots, you can kill people, right?"

"This villain knows how to fight back!" Cao Wenzong laughed, "I just don't know who Minggong wants to kill?"

"I'm a kind person, how can there be so many people who want to kill?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "I just want to kill a horse, can you?"

"Killing horses?" Cao Wenzong laughed: "Don't be afraid of Duke Ming's jokes. The villain's family is a butcher. Since he was a child, he watched people kill cows and pigs. Killing horses must be similar!"

"Well, you can do me a favor tonight! If it is done, you will follow me from now on, playing chess and drums!"

"Yes, yes, the villain will remember!" Cao Wenzong said with a smile: "The villain will practice playing chess and drums more after he returns home!"

"That's right!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "By the way, are there any disciples who came to Baekje with you who can play chess, beat drums, throw pots, and play cuju?"

"There are a few of them, Mr. Ming wants to give them a compliment?"

"Well, let's call together and follow me!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "If you have nothing to do, accompany me to play chess and drums, just to relax!"

"Little man obeys!"

After chatting for a few more words, Cao Wenzong saw that Wang Wenzuo was a little tired, so he got up and left. As soon as he left the door, the corners of his mouth could not help but smile slightly.He has lived in Chang'an Pingkang for these years, and he is surrounded by Lehu. Even if he has never played chess, drums, throwing pots, and cuju, he has seen them all. Of course he knows that Wang Wenzuo asked him to stay by his side not to accompany him. To pass the time, otherwise there is nothing in the other party's room, how to play?This gentleman kicked himself into the army for more than two months after he arrived in Baekje, mostly to find out his details. If he felt that he was treated unfairly and complained, it would be difficult to get ahead in the future.And this time I summoned myself, I guess I have already tested it, and it will be of great use as a confidant.

Back at the residence, Cao Wenzong waved to the disciples who were still practicing martial arts in the yard: "Don't practice for now, all come into the house, I have something to tell you!"

All the disciples hurriedly put down their equipment, entered the room together, sat down in two rows according to their age, looked at Cao Wenzong at the head, and waited for the master's words.

"Today, the lord of the Wangfu summoned him as a teacher, and asked him to choose some capable people for him to listen to and use by his side!"

"Great, it's finally over!"

"That's right, I finally don't have to teach those idiots how to draw bows and stab guns every day. To be honest, those guys are worse than when I was eight or nine years old. I really don't know where he has lived for all these years!"

"That's right, we have practiced martial arts with our master for so many years, so we can't teach these big soldiers how to stab spears and draw bows for the rest of our lives, right?"

The cheers of the crowd almost toppled the roof immediately. Cao Wenzong didn't stop the disciples, but just looked at them with a smile. Maybe he himself wanted to cheer like the disciples, expressing his long-standing frustration!
"Teacher, what does that Wang Wenzuo want us to do?" Wu Xiaoyi asked.

"Your Majesty Wang Fu never said it outright, but I don't have anything good in my life, and the only thing I'm good at is a three-foot long sword around my waist. It must be that what Duke Ming is asking for is for us to take some heads for him!"

"Killing for him again?" Wu Xiaoyi sighed, "I'm getting tired of it!"

"There's nothing wrong with that!" Cao Wenzong said with a smile: "In the final analysis, Qin Shubao, Yuchi Jingde, Qiu Xinggong and the others are only good at killing people, and they can leave their names in history and rank as dukes. I know you It’s different from other senior brothers, if you don’t want to do anything, just let them do it when the time comes!”

Wu Xiaoyi sighed and didn't speak. He saw the other brothers in the room pulling out their sabers and wiping them carefully. Some even went out to the whetstone to grind them carefully.

When Fu Yulong returned to his residence, he was still a little worried. What he said earlier was just a test. Since Fuyu Fengzhang fled to Japan and Rencunshan City was captured, he came forward to appease many Baekje rebels. , made some contributions.After that, he also saw the decline of the Baekje Tang army, and his mind couldn't help but become active.In his opinion, it is unlikely to revive Baekje if he wants to survive and die, but the possibility of making the governor of the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion and the Baekje County King a real job is not small. It's not much worse than the ancestor, the Baekje king.After all, no matter how capable the Tang people are, they can't fill up the Yellow Sea and make Shandong and Baekje one.As long as there is a sea between them, the Tang people can send only limited soldiers, and they have no intention of staying when they come, and they are only looking forward to returning home as soon as possible.He was originally worried that the people of Tang Dynasty would migrate people to farm fields, thinking that it would be a long-term solution, but he was relieved after chatting with officials and officials of Tang people. There are large tracts of uncultivated wasteland in the Shandong area of ​​Tang Dynasty itself, and many villages destroyed by the end of Sui Dynasty It hasn't recovered yet, how can there be extra people coming to Baekje to immigrate to farm?

But Wang Wenzuo’s return changed everything. First, he brought 2000 troops. At first, Fu Yulong thought that these were from the Tang army who were guarding in turn. Later, he found out that these Tang soldiers were conscripted from Chang’an to Baekje. In other words, these 2000 people will never even think about returning to their hometowns in this life, they can only take root and become Baekje people.This is bad news for Fu Yulong, of course he knows the difference between a guest army who always wants to go home and a local household.These 2000 people will buy houses, buy land, marry wives, and have children in Baekje. There is no doubt that the empire will give priority to selecting middle- and lower-level officials from the Xiongjin Dudufu. It will gradually "Tanghua", and my dream will come to naught.

And that's not the only bad news, there's something even worse.After the Tang people defeated the Japanese and Fuyu Fengzhang, they allocated a lot of land to the Baekje people who worked for them.And many of these divided fields belonged to the Baekje people who were finally recruited by Fuyulong, so there were many conflicts and disputes over the land.Regarding these disputes, Fu Yulong was actually very happy in his heart, because the old owners of those lands would often find his sect, dedicate the disputed farms to his name, and ask him to come forward to speak good words for himself in exchange for actually possessing these lands. The farm, and Fuyulong gained a lot of economic benefits and supporters through this (Fuyulong can get part of the income from the contribution to the farm, and the old owner actually owns and manages the farm).

After Wang Wenzuo returned to Baekje, the situation changed immediately. He stood in the hands of the new landlords with a clear banner, saying that everything was subject to the land deeds stamped with the seal of the Xiongjin Governor’s Mansion. Anything that conflicts with the new land deed shall be invalid.With Wang Wenzuo's support, the backs of these new landlords immediately hardened. Many people simply armed their tribes, formed groups according to regional blood ties, and drove away or even killed the old landlords who competed with them for land. Fu Yulong's own economic interests also suffered a great loss (the donated farm is gone).Wang Po is one of the best, which is why Fu Yulong demanded so fiercely to hand over Wang Po to the people of Silla.

"This Wang Wenzuo is really a rude barbarian. He dared to draw a knife directly in front of Liu Gong. It's unreasonable!" Fu Yulong murmured: "It's a pity that Liu Gong still spoils him, and I don't know what to do! Whatever! , send a generous gift in two days, let’s get over the situation first, and then make plans!"

Then Fu Yulong began to think about what kind of gift he should choose, but he soon felt a little tired. This may be because it was too late, or it may be because he was resisting this approach in his heart. It is not an act of honor for a warrior to humble himself and ask for peace.

"Forget it, let's think about this matter tomorrow!" Fu Yulong shook his head and returned to his bedroom.Fu Yulong slept alone today, and he had developed this habit since he was captured by Tang Jun and taken to Chang'an.This is not to say that he no longer interacts with women, but that even if there is a woman to sleep with, the woman will leave and leave him alone. Only in this way can Fu Yulong feel truly safe and can sleep peacefully.

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Yulong woke up very early, and the dawn light shone through the paper window, illuminating his spacious bedroom, like a pasture filled with thick fog.On the other side of the bed, the brocade quilt was raised high, as if there was something underneath.Fu Yulong gave a huff, lifted the quilt, and wanted to see clearly, he saw a dark mass, he couldn't see clearly, he got up and opened the window, the sun shone on the bed, it was a huge horse head.

In an instant, Fu Yulong's heart almost stopped beating, as if a big hammer hit his chest hard.His heartbeat suddenly went awry, and he felt sick, and he threw up with a "wow", the food residue splashed and scattered all over the smooth floor.

It was a black steed, exactly Fu Yulong's usual mount, its neck mane was as smooth as silk, firmly embedded in a large pool of black blood, and its white tendons were thin and long. The tendons are also exposed.The mouth is full of froth, and those big apple-like eyes, which originally shone like gold, are now speckled with internal bleeding, like rotten peaches, lifeless.Fu Yulong was frightened by a kind of instinctive terror, he wanted to yell, but quickly covered his mouth, blocking the yelling back into his throat.

A few minutes later, Fu Yulong finally recovered from the panic, he walked out tremblingly, called the guards and servants of that night, and asked what happened that night, but all of them said in unison that there was nothing and everything was normal.Fu Yulong didn't ask any further questions, and asked everyone to retreat.

Obviously, the murderer is Wang Wenzuo's subordinate, and he is the only one who has the motivation and ability to do so.But the performance of the servants and guards is quite intriguing. The war horse is not a little guy. For such a big beast, it is unbelievable to want to cut off its neck all at once without making a single movement. Putting the severed horse's head on his bed without waking him up, either the servants and guards were bribed, or the perpetrator was able to do it without alarming everyone.If it's the former, it's terrible, if it's the latter, it's terrifying, and whether it's the former or the latter, it means one thing. If Wang Wenzuo wants to, he can let himself die at any time. This horse head is a warning.

"Damn, damn, you bastard!" Fu Yulong yelled suddenly and exposedly. He pulled out his saber and chopped off the horse's head and bedding on the bed. The stables and bedrooms were cleaned up, and everyone was sworn to secrecy in the end. It was said that the horse stumbled and broke its leg and had to be dealt with. Then the horse's body was secretly buried in a hidden place in the backyard, and then people Prepared a generous gift to send to Wang Wenzuo.

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Wang Wenzuo's house.

Wang Po carefully wiped off the sweat from his body so as not to stain the smooth wooden floor in front of him. Everything in front of him looked so beautiful and spotless, which made him feel particularly embarrassed, as if he did not belong here, was an abrupt outsiders.

"Comfort to—!"

Hearing the protracted communication sound, Wang Gao hurriedly lowered his head and pressed his face to the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people coming in quickly from the side corridor, and he hurriedly said in a low voice: "The sinner Wang Gao pays his respects to Lang. Jun!"

"Get up!" Wang Wenzuo sat down after a few cases, rolled up his wide sleeves, showing his thick forearms: "Wang Hao, I have already understood your affairs, you have done a good job, it is nothing Sinner, I want to reward you well!"

Having said that, he nodded to Sancho beside him.Sancho took a horn bow knowingly, walked to Sancho's side, and said with a smile: "Take it, this is a reward from the master!"

Wang Po raised his head, looked at Wang Wenzuo in surprise, then looked at the horn bow in Sancho's hand, quickly stretched out his hands to take the horn bow, bowed his head and said, "Thank you, sir, for the reward!"

"Yeah!" Wang Wenzuo nodded, "I heard from Sancho that you brought 500 people into the Silla this time, and not only demolished the dam, but also burned several of their villages, is that true? Fake?"

"Reporting to your lord, there is indeed such a thing!" Wang Hao was determined, and said in a deep voice: "However, there is no way to do this. The people of Silla went too far. They cut off the river, and it happened to be drought. If we don't care, just I am afraid that dozens of surrounding villages will have no harvest, and thousands of people will starve to death!"

"As I said, you did a good job!" Wang Wenzuo said in a deep voice, "You followed me to quell the rebellious party and learned martial arts, so you should protect the village. This incident is just the beginning. Silla people will not Let it go, what are your plans?"

"The villain has united dozens of surrounding villages, and everyone swore an oath in front of the Bodhisattva. If the Silla people dare to take revenge, everyone will join hands and fight them to the death!"

"Not bad, not bad, but not enough!" Wang Wenzuo laughed.

"not enough?"

(End of this chapter)