"If there is an afterlife, live a good life and don't do bad things." In the early morning of October, when the ground was covered with white frost, Wu Qian came out with his auxiliary troops to clean up the battlefield.
He had just seen a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his body lying on the ground with a painful face, and he felt a little more emotional.
After sighing, he bent down and carried the body into the car with the auxiliary soldiers.
The auxiliary soldiers on the opposite side were new arrivals, remnants of the Manfen tribe. They had only been in the army for more than four months. They had only fought one battle and the whole army collapsed. When he saw the corpse, his face turned pale, but this did not hinder him.
He searched quickly around the corpse.
A few copper coins were actually pulled out.
Wu Qian pointed to the bamboo basket on the carriage, and the auxiliary soldiers obediently threw the copper coins into it.
Seize the money and return it to the public and distribute it uniformly. This is an iron law established from the beginning. The old people are used to it, and the new people also accept it by default under the influence.
The carriage rumbled forward and soon stopped again.
Wu Qian opened a corpse and said: "The wounds are all on the chest, why are you so stubborn? It's not easy for my mother and father to raise you. Please remember to surrender early next time."
The auxiliary soldier on the opposite side picked up a long gun and put it on another carriage.
When he came over, he and Wu Qian skillfully peeled off the leather armor from the corpse.
The leather armor is often damaged, but it can still be used after being mended.
Good leather armor is not cheap.
Horse crotch leather, cowhide, pigskin and even deerskin, leather armor made of various leathers has different values.
This pair is probably made of overlapping pig skins. It's not very good, but if it is distributed to soldiers, it is better than no armor.
There is a car on the other side.
The two auxiliary soldiers, one behind the other, put away several ring-headed knives full of gaps.
There are people in the auxiliary soldiers who specialize in repairing instruments. Let them reforge it and it will be a good sword again.
Injured horses and draft animals were also taken care of.
Basically, it was cut on the spot, the leather was collected, the meat was carried away, and the food was improved for the poor people.
Even the tendons of the animals are processed by dedicated personnel and are used when making bows. Similarly, the arrows that are shot can be recycled. After careful inspection, most of them can be reused.
This is the joy of cleaning the battlefield, it is a full sense of reward.
The carriage containing the trophies soon became too full, so Wu Qian led a team of people and escorted more than 20 vehicles back to the city.
After the war ended, there were not many people on the post road, but a few well-informed people had already driven their carts into the city.
When passing through a farmland, there were many vehicles parked in front of us, almost blocking the road.
Wu Qian had no choice but to ask someone to stop the car. He looked over and saw that there were several scholars led by Eguan Bo, pointing at the farmland.
There seemed to be some he had seen among them.
Huh? Isn't that Wang Yan? Wu Qian pricked up his ears and listened to what they were saying.
"Yan Guo has been looking at it for a long time, but can he see something famous?" Wang Yan asked impatiently while sitting in the car.
"This old guy is so annoying!" Hu Wufu scolded him and continued to look at Tanaka.
Wang Yan laughed loudly and didn't take it seriously.
Hu Wufuzhi had this kind of temperament and was very eminent.
His son Hu Wuqianzhi was not as talented and learned as his father, but both father and son liked drinking.
One time, Hu Wuqianzhi saw his father drinking with others, and he called his father by his first name and said: "Yan Guo, you are too old to drink like this anymore. And if you drink every day, I will be so poor that I will face my neighbors naked."
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Hu Wufu didn't take it seriously, laughed loudly, and invited his son to drink together.
So the father and son "drink happily".
"Yanguo..." Wang Yan waited for a while, became impatient again, and urged.
"Listen!" Hu Wufuzhi made a gesture to calm Wang Yan down.
Wang Yan stretched out his head suspiciously and listened.
He had just seen it. Lieutenant Sima Shaoxun of the East China Sea was plowing the fields with a group of soldiers. Is there anything good to see or hear about this matter?
"My brother is in the city and my brother is outside. My bow has no string and my arrow has no spear." A desolate song could be heard faintly in the distance.
"It's hard to live without food." Someone shouted in agreement, with a tremor in his voice.
"Help me!"
"Help me!"
Everyone in Tanaka got along.
"Haha, that's wonderful!" Hu Wufuzhi danced happily and immediately asked someone to bring a pen and paper, intending to record the song he heard.
Wu Qian smiled.
He has heard this song and can still sing it.
It was first sung by Shao Sima, and later became widely spread among the Silver Spear Army.
As for plowing the fields, it was indeed Shao Sima who took the lead in plowing the fields.
As soon as the war ended, Shao Sima organized people to rush to plant wheat without any delay because it was already a little late.
In fact, in Henan, not many people grow winter wheat, and millet is the mainstream.
But Shao Sima felt that there were frequent wars in Luoyang and there was rare peace, so it would be better to plant a batch of wheat and harvest it in May next year. If there is no war by then, then plant another crop of grains to fill the granary.
Because there was a serious shortage of plowing oxen, and the plowing with horses was too shallow - not to mention the lack of horses - Shao Sima took the lead as if in a war, and led the soldiers to "plough" together.
This will be it.
Wu Qian looked at it for a while and felt more and more emotional.
Shao Sima said that "there are no good people in Luoyang City". He himself was not a good person, but he took the lead in plowing the land so that his sons and sons could have enough to eat, instead of blindly plundering the people. What was this? Yes, what the edicts said about "Da Ren"
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Daren and Daring are really worth following.
"It's just a slang tune, what's so good about it?" Wang Yan lost interest after listening to it for a while and said bitterly.
"Help me! Help me! Do you hear me?" Hu Wufuzhi laughed.
Wang Yan just thought he was crazy.
This man had a good family background, but his family was very poor when he was a child. He had been in contact with Mudlegs a lot, and he always felt a little nagging. So much so that the Taiwei refused to offer him a job as an official in the shogunate, fearing that he was suffering from some illness.
Now he is the bastard among the younger brothers, a Yinping man, with a noble status, but in the end he still likes the vulgar tunes hummed by these Guizhou bosses.
Can you appreciate something elegant?
"I've finished memorizing it, let's go." Hu Wufu wrote down the song with his pen. After writing down the song, he threw the brush away and got directly into the bullock cart. He squeezed Wang Yan aside and said: "
It’s not a worthwhile trip, it’s not a worthwhile trip.”
"Yanguo, have you forgotten business?" Wang Yan asked dissatisfied.
"Do you have any wine?" Hu Wufu asked.
"No." Wang Yan simply refused.
Hu Wufuzhi smacked his lips regretfully, and then said: "Yecheng was defeated, it was a miserable defeat."
"Where is Liu Yuanhai? Where are his reinforcements?" Wang Yan asked with a serious expression.
"It's too late." Hu Wufu shook his head and said, "Shi Chao and Wang Bin have been defeated in succession, and the soldiers have fled. There are only 15,000 soldiers left in the city, and we can't hold it anymore."
Wang Yan almost choked to death on his own spit.
Fifteen thousand soldiers cannot defend Yecheng?
Shao Xun only had as many men as he dared to defend Luoyang.
"Wang Jun, Sima Teng's army of hundreds of thousands, Yecheng will fall sooner or later. Even if my brother wants to defend it, no one will accompany him to die." Hu Wufu sighed and said: "What's more, my brother doesn't want to
Defended. Ten days ago, he took the remaining troops and defeated the general and rushed south to Luoyang in the name of the Emperor. He walked in a hurry, and along the way, alas..."
"How was the trip?"
"Neither the monarch nor his ministers brought any money." Hu Wufu said: "Only Zhonghuangmen had three thousand coins hidden in his luggage. After it was known, the emperor issued an edict to borrow money to buy food in Daozhong. There were no food utensils, so he could only use tiles.
Eating in a basin, alas.”
Wang Yan was speechless.
You have soldiers escorting you, and you still have to "buy" food?
The most embarrassing thing is that the emperor issued a special edict, but it was just to borrow money for food...
"I followed him for a few days, and then I took the first step and came to Luoyang to take care of things." Hu Wufuzhi seemed to be unable to look back and did not want to mention this matter more.
Wang Yan felt a little sympathy for the monarch and his party. It was really miserable.
The Emperor may be okay and used to it.
When Sima Yi went on an expedition to serve the emperor, he stayed in the bean fields at night, and the conditions were very difficult. The emperor had a big appetite, and he often couldn't eat, and he became thin...
But Sima Ying grew up in a fine life, and this time she was really in trouble.
When he came to Luoyang, he was really like a phoenix without its feathers, not as good as a chicken. If Mi Huang and Shao Xun wanted to kill him, it was just a matter of a thought.
Thinking of this, I feel a little sad.
People who were once all-powerful will also end up in this situation.
"Who is calling the shots in Luoyang now?" Hu Wufu asked.
"Mi Huang, the governor of Luoyang, is in charge of military affairs." Wang Yan said.
He only said half of what he said, but he believed that Hu Wufuzhi understood.
The military affairs belong to Mi Huang, and the government affairs are of course left to him, Wang Yifu. As for Cao Fu, although he is Sima Yue's military commander, it seems that he doesn't want to fight for anything.
"Where's Shao Xun?" Hu Wufu asked a name, which immediately surprised Wang Yan.
The reason for surprise was not that the Ye government officials knew about Shao Xun, but that Hu Wufuzhi didn't care about anything at all.
He is a concubine among the younger brothers, and has a serious official position, but like Yang Zhun, the prime minister's military officer, he lives a leisurely life without any official duties. He is either traveling around or drinking and whoring - in fact,
At least one-third of the staff in the Ye Mansion only receive salaries and do not do actual work, but Sima Ying really needs them to look good.
The more famous people there are, the stronger the reputation will be.
The stronger the momentum, the more people will come to seek refuge.
For this reason, raising more celebrities is a trivial matter.
"Shao Xun is Sima, the lieutenant of the East China Sea Kingdom, and he calls himself the general of the Chinese army. He Lun, Wang Bing, and Miao Yuan all dare not criticize him directly when they meet him," Wang Yan said.
"Just him?" Hu Wufuzhi pointed to the general who was plowing the fields like an old scalper in surprise, and said: "Since one person has so much power, why is it like this?"
"I'm afraid the plot is very big." Wang Yan said sarcastically.
To a certain extent, Shao Xun's work in the fields is also a way of "raising his hopes."
Some people rely on lying on the ice to raise their hopes - ahem, relying on filial piety.
Some people raise their hopes by debating scriptures and talking about it.
Some people rely on celebrities and celebrities to support their careers.
If Shao Xun raises his hopes like this, he may attract only the Zhuoliu servants instead of the Qingliu celebrities.
"Who doesn't have any ambition now?" Hu Wufu muttered, and then said seriously: "Since my brother sent me here, no matter how ignorant I am, I still have to ask questions. Is my life in danger?"
"No." Wang Yan said simply: "Shao Xun is a man who knows the rules, not Zhang Fang, don't worry."
"Okay." Hu Wufuzhi nodded and stopped talking.
The bullock cart moved very slowly, but the song was still faintly heard: "Help me! Help me!"
Slang songs and minor tunes actually do not require any literary talent.
The difficult thing is that you have to get close to the lives of the people in Guizhou, talk to them often, chat about daily life, talk about daily life with them, and know what their demands are. Only then can you write something popular.
At this time, when he heard the three words "Save me", Hu Wufuzhi felt that there was a touching power.
He seemed to hear the thousands of neglected Guizhou heads in the Jin Dynasty shouting sadly: "Help me!"
He sighed deeply.
Chapter completed!