The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Yang's expression was as calm as still water.

I looked up and saw the village chief's wrinkled old face.

"Are we destined to be bullied by them our whole lives? To be their slaves for life?"

That entire area of ​​fertile farmland was called Tuntianbao.

It was a gift from the Tang Dynasty to those Uyghur soldiers, and the people of Dujiabao, Guojiacun, and the surrounding villages were allowed to farm for them for free.

They were called tenant farmers, but in reality they were slaves.

Most importantly, not only did the people not receive a single grain of rice from the harvest, but they also had to pay taxes to the imperial court for the grain grown on their own barren land.

As a result, ordinary people have very few options for survival.

Guo Wei sighed, "Who would want to? I wish I could eat those Uyghurs alive! But the court has clear regulations: if you have a conflict with the Uyghurs, you will be punished with caning at the very least, and exiled to the army as a frontline soldier at the very worst. If you hurt a Uyghur, you will be beheaded."

Zhang Yang showed no fear whatsoever in his eyes.

He gave a cold laugh.

"In the territory of my Great Tang, others may accuse me of being arrogant and domineering, but I have never said I would."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang patted Guo Wei on the shoulder and said, "Village Chief, you don't need to worry about this. Leave it to me."

Seeing this, Guo Wei nodded and stood up.

"Zhang Yang, I'm entrusting the entire village, young and old, to you. You must find them a way to survive."

"Um."

Guo Wei stood up, his body hunched over, and slowly left Zhang Yang's courtyard, leaning on his cane.

Watching Guo Wei's hunched back recede into the distance, Zhang Yang felt a pang of sadness.

The old village chief was a good person and a good village chief.

However, this unfair world has bent the backs of every good person.

Zhang Yang said earnestly.

"Old village chief, I'm not just going to change our Guo Family Village or Guo Du Town, but the entire world. I'm going to overturn this very sky!"

In fact, since Li Siye put him in charge of Guodu Town, how could he be considered to be in charge of Guodu Town if he didn't take back those fertile fields?

I haven't even considered taking over the Longwu Army and the Uyghur garrison yet.

If you really anger someone, you might be willing to do something drastic if you really want to.

Zhang Yang then called his men out to discuss the matter, since he was in charge of the entire Guodu Town area.

I should gather the village chiefs and village heads of Guodu Town and the surrounding villages together to unify things.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er, the two women, were preparing dinner while chatting nervously.

"Sister, do you think our husband will stop caring about us now that he's the village head? There are so many women in Guodu Town, so many beautiful women, and our husband..."

In the past, Liu Qiao'er would never have said such a thing; a village head wouldn't even have the right to step into their house.

She and her sister came from a wealthy family in Chang'an; their father and elder brother were both high-ranking officials in the imperial court.

However, due to the An Lushan Rebellion, their father died tragically for the country, and their brother's whereabouts were unknown, leaving the two of them to wander the streets.

Having experienced the full spectrum of human nature, she knew very well just how much power a powerful village head could wield in this small place.

Liu Yun'er shook her head slightly and reached out to pinch her younger sister's nose.

"What are you thinking? My husband isn't that kind of person. If he were, he wouldn't have saved us in the first place."

Liu Qiao'er nodded thoughtfully.

"Sister, we can't just do nothing. Otherwise, our husband will think we're useless."

As she spoke, Liu Qiao'er blinked and said with a mischievous smile, "Sister, why don't we have a child for our husbands soon, so we can carry on the family line? Having a child will keep our husbands completely tied down."

At first, Liu Yun'er was dismissive, but after her sister brought up the idea, she became somewhat tempted.

Seeing that her sister remained silent, Liu Qiao'er took the initiative to speak.

"Then tonight, we'll sleep with our husbands. Whoever gets pregnant with his child will be a great contributor to our family."

"What if we ruin my husband's health?" Liu Yun'er said with a worried expression.

Liu Qiao'er, however, didn't seem to care at all and said with a smile, "With my husband's physique, he's incredibly robust. Even if we get hurt, he'll be fine."

Liu Yun'er nodded thoughtfully.

Then he brought over a few pounds of grain and instructed Liu Qiao'er.

"My husband told me to take some grain to make us a new set of clothes. I haven't asked Zhou the tailor to make them yet. Take this and make us a bright red undergarment. The previous color has faded to pure white. If we wear this undergarment tonight, my husband will be very satisfied."

Upon hearing this, Liu Qiao'er's eyes lit up.

My older sister really knows how to do things.

He carried the few kilograms of grain and ran towards Zhou the tailor's house at the village entrance.

That evening, Zhang Yang returned home. As soon as he entered the courtyard, his two wives came out to greet him.

While helping Zhang Yang take off his coat, one of them went to fetch water for Zhang Yang to wash his hands.

The two moved lightly and cautiously, which puzzled Zhang Yang.

"Husband, wash your hands, let me help you." Liu Qiao'er smiled and went to wash Zhang Yang's hands.

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, then quickly withdrew his hand and asked with a frown.

"Qiao Niang, Yun Niang, what's wrong with you two today? I feel like you're being a little too nice to me."

Liu Qiao'er chuckled.

"What's wrong, husband? Don't you want Qiaoniang to treat you well?"

"No, it's just a little strange."

Unable to refuse Liu Qiao'er, Zhang Yang could only let her wash his hands and wipe his face.

Zhang Yang felt like he was being pampered like a newborn baby.

Upon entering the inner room, Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er lowered their heads like children who had done something wrong.

Zhang Yang could tell at a glance that the two girls had something on their minds.

He tilted his head, a playful smile on his face, and asked, "Wife, what's wrong?"

Liu Qiao'er nudged Liu Yun'er's arm, and only then did Liu Yun'er muster up the courage to speak.

"My husband, I've replaced the grain you gave me to make clothes with something else."

Zhang Yang chuckled, looking completely unconcerned.

"I thought it was something serious, but it's alright. If it's changed, it's changed. We can just buy another one. The grain we've saved up is enough to make new clothes for the whole village for more than a year. So, tell me, what was changed?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er exchanged a glance, and then gently unbuttoned their coarse cloth clothes.

His clothes were half-open, and the red sun shone on the snow-capped mountains.

Zhang Yang was stunned and swallowed hard.

This is a good buy! I buy this kind of thing all the time.

He quickly smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright. You can buy as many of these heart-shaped garments as you want in the future, the more the better."

Liu Qiao'er smiled knowingly and said to her sister, "Sister, I knew our husband would be happy."

Liu Yun'er smiled and nodded.

I slapped my forehead and realized I'd forgotten to make dinner.

She quickly said, "Look at my brain! I only remembered to surprise my husband, and I forgot to cook dinner. Husband, wait a moment, I'll go make some dinner."

Zhang Yang stood up, grabbed Liu Yun'er, and said with a smile.

"Yun'er, take a rest, I'll get you something new."

"What is it, my husband?"

"hot pot!"