"If the queue is uneven, each person will receive a whip." On the seventh day of March, Wang Xuan had just left the Nanyang Palace and stopped.
In the open space in the distance, the soil has been trampled firmly, and a large group of people are practicing in teams and buildings.
The newly appointed Nanyang Lieutenant Yuan Xi stood on the high platform, standing upright like a gun.
From time to time, he would point his riding whip, and soon someone would come down to the school field, drag a certain team out, and then continue to practice after being whipped.
It's obvious that the new lieutenant is a ruthless person.
He had almost nothing to say, but he had a very vicious eye. Anyone who was lazy or practiced poorly could not escape his observation and would be caught on the spot.
Wang Xuan even had a feeling that he had been trained in this way before, so he copied it and now applied it to these newcomers.
The newcomers were all fieldmen, and it seemed that they did not volunteer to be the royal army. While practicing, occasionally someone would cast their eyes on the farmland outside the school grounds.
There are people working in the fields, most of them are young and strong women, and occasionally there are some old people and children, bowing their heads and bending over, repeatedly hoeing weeds.
No one in this world has it easy, including him.
Wang Xuan stopped looking, called his entourage, took a carriage, and headed northeast to Wancheng.
This is actually a relatively important post road, but there are almost no pedestrians on the road.
When the spring breeze blows, the only sound is the rustling of the reeds.
Wubao can be seen occasionally.
The smaller one was surrounded by newly cut large trees. The fort residents didn't even clean the bark on the wood, so it looked very crude. The more sophisticated one even put a layer of soil on the outside, probably to prevent fire.
But when spring arrives, weeds grow on the soil and float in the wind, which looks very funny.
If nothing else, it was built by Kansai refugees.
They were very cautious and uneasy, and only cultivated some of the fields very close to Wubao. The fields a little further away were basically abandoned, and they were forced to cut the grass and feed the livestock.
It can be seen from this small detail that the influence of the dispute between natives and guests is still there and has never faded.
You can also see Dawu Fort.
They are relatively wealthy, and most of them have been in business for more than one generation. The exterior walls are even built with bricks fired in a kiln.
There are many houses inside, with mottled walls, but there are signs of repairs everywhere, so there is no doubt about their sturdiness.
Of course, there are also some relatively new Wubao. Most of them are local tycoons who have become prosperous in the past twenty years. After embezzling land and population, they rammed earth to build outer walls, gate towers, and turrets.
Some Wubao even have obvious signs of expansion. It can be seen that these local tycoons are much better than the old nobles in terms of forge ahead, and they are bolder and dare to fight. They are the ones that the refugees in Kansai fear the most, because they attack
Thief black.
When passing a small river, there were groups of people sitting under the willows on the other side.
The old man's face was full of grooves, and he looked sadly at the road ahead.
Men and women are busy cooking pots and rice.
Childish children chase butterflies in a field full of yellow flowers and green grass, releasing their ubiquitous energy.
Every few steps on the road, a sergeant wearing brown clothes stood.
Judging from their appearance, they are not serious warriors. They are probably the field troops under Shao Xun's tent. At this moment, they are standing on guard in boredom, guarding the men, women, and children sitting all over the place.
There is a large manor in the distance.
Dozens of donkey carts drove out of the manor, and the cart drivers were unloading grain. Baoding stood aside vigilantly to prevent these men and women who were eating and resting from damaging the crops in the fields and the mulberry trees on the road.
The clever entourage stepped forward to inquire about it and came back to report: "Shang Shu, these are the refugees from Guanxi sent to Runan. They say they are going to Xiping County."
"Xiping..." Wang Xuan pondered for a while, secretly thinking that Shao Taibai was really implementing his plan step by step.
Everyone knows that yeoman farmers are good, but in this world, do yeoman farmers have a way to survive? The village should not be too easy to grab!
Taibai vigorously divided the land in several counties in western Henan and created a bunch of homesteaders. If they were looted and looted, the losses would be huge.
But his ambition is really big! Because only in this way can he reduce his dependence on the nobles.
There are very few people in this world who are true fools. How come people like Wang Xuan can't see the trick?
He had mixed feelings about this.
I don’t know whether it is right or wrong to follow Mr. Chen wholeheartedly.
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On the eighth day of March, I passed Wancheng but failed to enter, so I continued on my way.
When we arrived at Gualijin, it was getting late, so we ate and stayed overnight in a country inn.
"Only restaurants and restaurants can be opened near Wancheng." After dinner, Wang Xuan sat in the vegetable garden behind the restaurant and chatted with the shopkeeper.
"The officials are right." The old man was holding a pottery urn, watering vegetables in the garden, and said: "Yesterday, the Yang Du army just passed through the border. If there were no high officials out of the city to inspect, Lao Chan's shop would have suffered."
"Oh? Your Majesty Yang Pengzu is so lax?" Wang Xuan asked with a smile.
"So the name of the Yang Du is 'Peng Zu'?" The old man shook his head and said: "It's not just lax, it's really bad. In the late autumn of last year, the Yang Du came from Luoyang and passed through the countryside.
All seats are being grabbed
I left. My poor son got up before dawn, braved the severe frost and cold water, and went to Hezhu to cut cattail leaves for several days. My daughter-in-law knitted for more than a month, and she just finished knitting a few pieces, and was about to go
It was for sale in the market, but it was robbed."
Wang Xuan sighed and asked again: "Is it just Yang Pengzu who marched all the way north?"
The old man stopped what he was doing and stared at Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan was puzzled.
The old man pointed to a river outside the fence and said: "The Guanxi people on the other side of the river have also gone there. Let's leave a day early."
Wang Xuan stood up and looked at the other side.
There was a woman digging a hole by the river, wiping her tears while digging.
Two children, probably only five or six years old, followed behind, clumsily pouring beans into the hole.
"His husband was conscripted." The old man sighed: "Although he is from Kansai, he looks very pitiful. I heard that a total of 10,000 people were conscripted to Hebei, and I don't know how many of them will be able to return."
"So many..." Wang Xuan was a little surprised.
The 10,000 Guanxi soldiers must have been selected to be strong and strong, almost the essence of the Wancheng world soldiers established by Liang Fen.
Ten thousand people marching north to fight against the Huns is a very heroic and inspiring thing in the writings of literati, and it is worthy of special mention. But after seeing the woman wiping her tears, and having to help her mother plant beans at a young age,
When he was a child, Wang Xuan felt something was blocked in his chest.
After a long time, there was only a sigh.
Should we fight the Huns? Yes!
But the war is fierce and dangerous, and not everyone can come back.
Wang Xuan felt that he might have seen this kind of thing too rarely, his heart was not hard enough, he was too pretentious, and he was too sentimental.
But he couldn't help but think about it, and even thought about an old incident a few years ago: Cong Bo Wang Kuang led more than 30,000 Huainan troops to attack the Xiongnu in the north, and the entire army was wiped out in Changping.
None of these people can go back.
Wang Kuang did not know whether he was alive or dead. There were even rumors that he had surrendered to the Huns and was working as a pseudo-official in Liu Han incognito. This made Wang Xuan very angry.
The war is indeed very dangerous, and one does not know how strong Shao Taibai's will is, leading his troops into battle again and again. At the critical moment of the Battle of Zhemati, he even crossed the Yellow River at night under a thunderstorm and rainstorm, risking his life and surviving.
It befits him to have the status and fame he has now.
It's up to him to enjoy beauty as much as he wants.
Wang Xuan suddenly felt that it was right to follow Mr. Chen. His original idea was right and he should not waver.
Nanyang's wealthy tribe and all the troops from Guanxi are heading north, and their number may not be less than 20,000...
This time the handwriting is really big and the momentum is amazing.
Wang Xuan thought of the Emperor again.
Comparing the two, he felt that he looked a little disgusting.
Yes, this idea is a bit disrespectful, but it is indeed disgusting.
It's not helpful to fight against the Xiongnu, but it's a first-class thing to hold back. Can you do some personnel work?
In the Battle of Xin'an, how many soldiers of the imperial army were killed in vain?
At Fupingjin earlier, the general's entire army was wiped out.
The Sima clan king seems to be very bad too!
In the Battle of Dayang, Cao Wu's entire army was wiped out.
In the Battle of Hanoi, Wang Kan suffered heavy losses.
…
There are reasons for all this. If you resist cavalry with infantry, how can infantry defeat cavalry? Failure is normal, right?
But there are people who can fight in this extremely disadvantageous situation.
There was Ma Long Ma Xiping in the past, there are Shao Xun and Shao Taibai now, and there will definitely be others in the future.
If you have no ability, you have no ability, no need to quibble!
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On March 14, Wang Xuan, who had been trekking all the way, finally saw the tall city wall of Luoyang, which made him relieved.
This day is full of running errands.
Unfortunately, he is the only one in the family who is suitable for running errands. You can't let your father or two younger sisters run errands, right?
If you send a servant over and try your best to deliver the letter, you will probably not be able to see Mr. Chen in person, and there will be no way to discuss the matter.
He almost wanted to call some more people from Langya.
However, most of the reliable Wangs in Langya went to Jianye, and those who stayed in their hometown had varying abilities - this was my father's opinion.
Wang Xuan felt that since his father and son had made up their minds to follow Mr. Chen, they would inevitably confront Jianye's gang. At this time, they should no longer talk about fellow clansmen, but should take action and rob people. Don't think
Excuse me.
Unfortunately, his father refused to listen, which made Wang Xuan a little discouraged.
After entering through Pingchang Gate, Wang Xuan found that there were so many cars and horses on Tongtuo Street that he could hardly walk.
The little clever guy who asked the question rushed back out of breath and reported: "Wubao Marshal from Yanshi and other counties drove a grain truck to Beijing, saying that he wanted to donate grain to the emperor."
"What?" Wang Xuan was extremely surprised.
"It's true." The servant replied: "The emperor gave them officials, and the commander of Wubao presented them with food."
"Isn't this selling an official position?" Wang Xuan murmured.
When he got off the carriage, he saw two rough men laughing.
"I remember that I committed a crime back then and was chased by the government and hid in Songshan Mountain. I almost fell to death. I didn't expect that I am an official now, haha!"
"After the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Dangyin, I despaired of the world and fled home to gather my fellow villagers for farming. Now that I have gained an official position, I feel that there is still room for improvement in the world."
"The emperor is wise and has no talent left behind. There is hope for the great rejuvenation of the Jin Dynasty."
"Well said, haha!"
Wang Xuan was stunned when he heard this.
What do you mean by the emperor? Are you crazy? Isn’t this just trampling the face of the imperial court to the ground?
The area around Luoyang is extremely devastated. How many grains can Wubaoshuai contribute? It's not worth it. It's really not worth it.
"Go home." He waved weakly.
Chapter completed!