The agricultural official was naturally overjoyed to see that his work had been affirmed by Yang Hao.

A simple smile on his simple face.

"The subordinates must remember the teachings of the leader!"

Yang Hao nodded, looked at a few nervous old men, and said gently: "Old man, it's tiring to plant three acres of land by yourself!" ”

An old man said nervously: "The villain is not tired, not tired, if it weren't for the leader who loves us, Zhang Xiaoren is so old, there is still life, if the leader hadn't rescued us, the villain would have been the white bones in the bone pit outside the city." ”

As he spoke, the old man seemed to think of the sad things of the past, and two tears were left on his ravine-like face.

Yang Hao sighed and said: "Old man, don't worry about it in the future, as long as Daqi is here, no one will let you be slaves anymore, as long as you farm well, there will be endless food." ”

The old man nodded, and shook his head, looking a little lonely.

Seeing this, Yang Hao asked, "Old man, but what's the trouble?" ”

"Chief, we old people should have been buried in the ground, but I don't want to die yet, I have been a slave for so long, and now that Daqi is here, good days are coming, and there is land, but we know that we can't plant for long.

Nowadays, young people in the tribe can form families like the nobles, and when they come, their children can help them bury them in the ground.

But it is impossible for us old people to leave their blood, and we are afraid that one day we will never be able to stand up on our legs again, and we will not be able to see things with our eyes.

Dead outside, unable to enter the earth, the soul has no place to return.

”

The old man said leisurely.

Yang Hao thought about it and felt that this was a problem.

He really hadn't paid much attention to these old people before, and in his eyes, people of this age basically had no labor value.

I never thought about how these helpless old people would live in a society of private ownership where the tribe was dissolved and the family was the unit.

Yang Hao knew that if he hadn't intervened, what this old man said would definitely come true.

Although he is cruel, this cruelty is only for the enemy, and Yang Hao still loves his own people very much, even if he is a worthless old man.

The trip to the avenue also said that the old have their ends, the strong have their usefulness, the young have their growth, and the widows, widows, lonely and sick people are all supported.

It is for the great harmony of the world.

Yang Hao couldn't establish such a Datong society, even in the information age thousands of years later, there are still many old people who are lonely and miserable.

patted his head and took it for granted that he praised Haikou and said that Daqi would support them, which would definitely not work.

Yang Hao could only sigh when he listened to the old man's sad story.

"Old man, don't worry, Daqi won't let people die of cold and starvation, and they will always come up with a way."

Yang Hao, who didn't have any good ideas, could only comfort him like this.

The old man saw that Yang Hao really listened to his nagging, and he was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

Choked up and said: "The villain just talks casually, how dare you let the leader bother about the villain's affairs, and we are all old, useless, and if we die, we are dead." ”

Yang Hao said: "You live in the land of my Great Qi, you are the people of my Great Qi, as a leader, it is the duty of the leader to work for his own people, so don't have such thoughts." ”

Not only these old people, but also the people around them, their eyes moistened and moved, and they felt how lucky they were to finally meet a leader like those sages in ancient legends.

"Old man, you must live well, the good days have just begun, and people can't lose hope when they live!"

Yang Hao said this sentence casually, which was recorded by the officials of the Ministry of Officials who specially recorded the incident.

"History of Qi. Taejo Honki

Taizu traveled outside the city, went to Tian, and saw an old man sad.

He asked, "Why worry about getting better and better?" ”

The elder said: "I am afraid that no one will bury my body in death, and there is nowhere for my soul!" ”

Taizu sighed: People should not forget tomorrow, and persuade future generations to think that it is a historical record

With a heavy heart, he left the field.

Looking at the farmers who were once again engaged in farming, Yang Hao sighed.

The scorching sun is scorching, and in the future generations, an old man of this age may already be walking birds in the park and playing chess at the door.

In this era, they are still working with their backs to the loess.

The red sun is scorching like fire, and the Noda rice is half scorched.

The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, and the prince and grandson shake the fan.

No matter how many years have passed, the people at the bottom are still miserable, this is the case in ancient times, and the same is true in the future, although the appearance has changed, but the essence is still the world full of oppression.

Yang Hao has the heart to rely on his own efforts to let this era move from barbarism to civilization.

Although he told these people that there was hope to live, he could not see where there was hope.

It is not easy to single-handedly reverse the class problem that has plagued mankind for thousands of years, and perhaps only God can solve this problem.

Yang Hao shook his head, walked through the farmland, and came to the riverbank.

The captives who were taken over naturally did not receive the treatment of the people of Daqi.

They are not like those prisoners who have not been shaved and become the lowest kind of people.

But the construction of the dikes was a laborious, arduous task, and the captives did not realize in any way that they were any different from those who had no hair.

Even if this Daqi tribe manages them two full meals a day, if they are given a choice, they would rather not eat these two meals.

It is better to be shaved and go to the field to pull the ploughshare.

Although the captives complained in their hearts, no one dared to say it, and a few of the guys who showed their dissatisfaction were severely beaten and taken to a mysterious place, and when they came out, they were like crazy.

When he sees people, he speaks, as if he does not speak, the world is left with himself.

Mysterious things often mean horror.

Some of these early birds have learned from the past, and no one has shown their dissatisfaction.

There was even the slightest laziness when they didn't dare to work anymore, and the damned soldiers, as if they weren't tired, stood there straight, watching them work.

No one paid attention to them in their normal work, and as long as they were lazy or deliberately destroyed their tools, those soldiers who were like wooden stakes would come over, and without saying a word, a beating was inevitable.

But these soldiers are very measured and never hit the vital places, but the bruises on their bodies that have not subsided for several days prove that these soldiers are a group of perverts who take pleasure in abusing people.

Although it hurt to be beaten, what made them even more frightened was the officials called doctors in Daqi.

Before anyone was beaten or injured, the doctors pounced on them like fishy flies and took them away without saying a word.

Then I poured those plants that sent chills down my spine when I thought about it, and although some of them really relieved their pain, most of the time they would torture them worse than death.

And there are some unlucky ghosts who have been killed, terrible deaths, doctors, a word that was once extremely unfamiliar to them, has been equated with those man-eating demons, and even surpassed.

After all, demons are illusory, and these guys are really living around them.