The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

When they returned to Guodu Town, Zhang Yang first gave each of Guo Shitou's brothers half a bag of grain, and then asked Shitou to bring over the brothers he had recruited a few days earlier, giving each of them ten catties of grain.

The rest were all hidden away and distributed monthly as military rations, or used for unforeseen needs.

When the carriage was pulled outside the courtyard, Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er, the two sisters, rushed out of the house. When they saw the grain cart that looked like a small mountain, they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

"Husband, husband, did you rob the army's rations?"

Liu Yun'er walked to Zhang Yang's side and said in a trembling voice.

After all, you know your own man best.

He could definitely do something like robbing military rations that others wouldn't dare to do.

Zhang Yang chuckled, and Hu Zi, who was standing next to him, quickly said something.

"Sister-in-law, what are you thinking? This cart of grain was obtained by my elder brother by exchanging the heads of rebels for the Tang army's supplies. Besides, my elder brother is no longer an ordinary person; he's the head of the entire Guodu Town, the patriarch of our Guodu Town!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er were even more shocked.

Liu Qiao'er quickly came to her senses and excitedly grabbed her sister's arm, saying...

"I told you, my husband is a true man, he's bound to amount to something. We're both officials' wives now."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang almost couldn't help but laugh.

In his view, what was a village head? He wasn't even a ninth-rank official, so what kind of official was he?

However, as long as the two ladies are happy, that's all that matters.

Then Zhang Yang called the two women to his side and gave them some instructions.

"Take 100 jin from this batch of military rations and send some to every household in the village. Everyone is having a hard time, and this little bit of food will help them get through this period."

Guojia Village was once a large village with over a thousand households, but after the war, only one-tenth of the village remains.

However, there are also a hundred or so people, and although each household can only get about a pound of grain, it is enough to solve their current predicament.

This is also one of Zhang Yang's tactics: to win over the hearts and minds of the people.

Zhang Yang didn't forget to point at Guo Shitou and his group.

"Don't give these kids any more food from their families. The grain you've given them is enough to last them for months."

The brothers exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

Soon, Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er distributed the grain. When the grain was placed in each household, the villagers were stunned, after all, Zhang Yang's family was considered poor in the village.

But after hearing Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er's explanation, everyone suddenly understood.

They were all moved to tears, and some even knelt down and kowtowed on the spot.

In the past, if the neighborhood chiefs and village heads didn't even bother to collect grain, they were considered to have a conscience.

But Zhang Yang had just become the village head and immediately began distributing grain to everyone.

Such a good official is hard to find even with a lantern!

Guo Shitou and his gang were even more impressive; they spread the word throughout the entire Guodu Town that Zhang Yang had become the village head.

Even the former street thugs and thugs were filled with envy upon hearing this.

They wished they had followed Zhang Yang from the very beginning. If they had, they would have become wealthy households in Guodu Town, just like Guo Shitou and his gang.

Fifty catties of grain—even a farmer with land couldn't produce that much grain in a year.

Just after Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er finished distributing the grain and returned to their courtyard, a large number of people from Guojia Village gathered outside Zhang Yang's courtyard.

Zhang Yang frowned slightly and immediately walked out of the courtyard.

As soon as he stepped outside, all the men and women in the village knelt down in front of Zhang Yang.

"Greetings, Chief Village Head! We thank you for saving our lives."

Zhang Yang immediately stepped forward and helped the villagers, young and old, to their feet.

"Uncle Guo, Uncle Chen, Aunt Wang, everyone get up, everyone get up quickly. We're all from the same village, and you've all taken good care of me, Zhang Yang, in the past. This little thing is nothing."

But the more Zhang Yang said this, the more moved the villagers became.

Snot and tears streaming down my face.

In recent years, the income has been poor, and the war has exacerbated the situation by allowing the Uyghurs to occupy large tracts of fertile land and force them to become tenant farmers.

They had long since run out of options.

The food Zhang Yang provided is enough to keep them barely surviving.

Who can forget such a life-saving grace?

"Fellow villagers, don't worry about the future. I will find a way to take back all the fertile land that the Uyghurs and the Longwu Army have seized from us. I guarantee that everyone will be able to live a life with plenty of food and clothing!"

Hearing this, the villagers were even more grateful.

They all knelt down to express their gratitude once again.

Just then, an old man with a cane walked over from the crowd.

It was the old village chief, Guo Wei, and Zhang Yang immediately went to greet him.

"Village chief, what brings you here?"

Guo Wei quickly bowed and said, "This old man greets the village head."

Zhang Yang smiled wryly and quickly helped Guo Wei up, saying, "You're shortening my lifespan by doing this, old man. Please come in, please come in."

Then, Zhang Yang said to the two women behind him, "Yunniang, Qiaoniang, cut a piece of fatty horse meat and make a bowl of horse meat noodles for the village chief. I'll chat with the village chief while we talk."

He turned to the villagers and said, "Everyone, go home now. If you need anything, just come to my house."

Zhang Yang and village chief Guo Wei sat down.

Guo Wei looked at Zhang Yang with admiration: "Zhang Yang, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You're really promising. Our village hasn't produced such a high-ranking official in decades."

In reality, the system of high-ranking officials in the Tang Dynasty made life extremely difficult for ordinary people at the bottom of society.

Even in a small town, the vast majority of low-level officials, such as village chiefs, township heads, and neighborhood chiefs, are people with the surname Gao, which is considered auspicious.

It's truly remarkable that Zhang Yang was able to make it in and even establish connections with the Mo Dao team.

Yunniang had cooked horse meat early in the morning and was waiting for Zhang Yang to return. She also made a bowl of noodles very quickly.

A steaming bowl of horse meat noodles was placed in front of the village chief.

Guo Wei was on the verge of tears.

"It's been so long since I can remember that I've had such delicious meat noodles. Zhang Yang, thanks to you, even if I were to die after eating this bowl of noodles, I would be content."

Zhang Yang quickly offered some advice.

"Village chief, don't say that. The best days are yet to come."

Seeing Zhang Yang's affirmative expression, village chief Guo Wei also nodded vigorously.

"Alright, this old man will be waiting!"

The bowl of meat noodles was quickly finished. Guo Wei wiped his mouth and then remembered what he wanted to say.

"Zhang Yang, I heard you're going to take back all the fertile land in the village?"

Zhang Yang nodded: "It's not just the fertile land in our village, but also the fertile land in the entire Guodu Town, thousands of acres. We'll bring it back and cultivate it ourselves, why should we let outsiders benefit from it?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Wei's face darkened, and he shook his head slightly.

"There are Uyghur troops stationed there, and even the Longwu Army treats them like dogs. Can we really compete?"