The land of Shenqi, the outskirts of Lin County.

Thirty-two years old, Gera was tall and thin, with a rugged face and a somewhat disheveled hair.

He was one of the few warriors in the Hohe tribe, but since he was besieged in Zhuwenze and then forced to surrender, Gera lived in fear.

In the past few months, Guerra has not had any personal freedom at all.

Although the food provided by the Zhao people did not make Gela starve to death, he could not eat enough at all, and he could only work hungry every day.

Rao is like this, compared to those slaves on the grassland, the life of Guerra and others is already very good.

However, Guerra was always a little worried about whether the fields, houses, and freedom that all the captured Huns longed for could be realized.

As time passed, Guerra became more and more worried, and even some of them suffered from gains and losses.

It wasn't until today that things finally turned around.

Gera, who was serving in forced labor, learned that his family members who were far away on the grassland had migrated to the land of Shenqi and were placed on the outskirts of Lin County.

Pingqi Jun had already promised that as long as the captive's family could move into Zhao, the captive would not only be able to regain his freedom, but also be allocated land and houses by the government so that they and their families could settle down.

Previously, many Xiongnu captives who had been sent to various places without the slightest personal freedom and still had to serve hard labor were even a little desperate, thinking that Pingqi Jun's so-called promise was just to trick himself and others into surrendering.

Guerra was skeptical, but he still had some hope in his heart.

Therefore, when he learned that his wife and children were already waiting for him in the assigned home, Guerra was both excited and worried.

He was excited, naturally because he was about to regain his freedom and see his wife and children.

He feared, even feared that everything, was just a vain.

"Gra, it's Sanyangli in front, go to the puddle and wash your face, don't leave a bad impression on them."

The pavilion guard, who was in charge of leading the way for Gela, pointed to the small puddle not far away and said to Gela.

After months of polishing.

Guerra is no longer as fierce as before, but has become submissive, and he does not dare to disobey the words of the pavilion in the slightest.

Although there were more than 70,000 Huns, they were scattered all over the Zhao State, and there were Zhao soldiers guarding them, and there were no waves at all.

For months, it was not that no one wanted to escape or make trouble, but the fate of those people was not very good.

Guerra is not a simple reckless man, even if he is brave, he still endures.

Today, the clouds are finally open and the moon is bright.

Guerra walked over to the puddle, washed his face clean, and then used the puddle as a mirror, combing his hair carefully, and then turned to the pavilion guard.

As soon as the two of them reached the entrance of the village, they saw that many people were gathered there, looking forward to it.

Guerra recognized his wife and children at a glance, and immediately didn't care about anything else, and strode towards the entrance of the village, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Awen!"

Grah's wife and children also recognized Geera.

Before Guerra could move, her two sons and a daughter pounced on her, holding her legs and arms.

"Ah Weng is back, are you all okay?"

Guerra picked up her daughter, and the tears could not be stopped, and the tears flowed down in a hurry.

"Ah Weng, we are all worried about you, how are you doing during this time?"

Gra's eldest son is already twelve years old, and his slightly childish face has a little maturity.

He looked at his father, who had gone through a lot of vicissitudes, and asked with concern.

"Aung is doing very well!"

Guerra wiped tears from her eyes and a big smile bloomed on her face.

No matter what race it is, fatherly love is always great, and Gera naturally doesn't want his children to worry about him.

"Gra, since you have already seen your wife and children, you should first go to Lizheng to leave your household registration, and then you have to confirm the accuracy of the allocated fields and houses."

"After everything is dealt with, you will go with me to the pavilion chief to return to your life."

Guerra nodded hurriedly.

He didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, so he walked to the village with the front Li Zheng and collected the house deed and land deed.

In the steppe before, Guerra had never seen these things.

It's just that in the past few months when he was captured as a coolie, under the indoctrination of the pavilion chief and the soldiers, intentionally or unintentionally, Gera also knew the importance of land deeds and house deeds.

He knew that these two things were the foundation of his own life and that of his family, and he grabbed them with both hands.

Li Zheng looked at Gela and said in a deep voice: "In the future, Sanyangli will be your hometown, although you can rest assured, we will never jointly bully you because you are a foreigner." ”

"In this matter, the king personally issued a decree, if we really dare to insult you, you can go to the pavilion chief and punish me!"

Grahla hurriedly said: "How dare you, how dare you! ”

Li Zheng ignored Gra's polite words, and continued to say to himself: "There are five people in the Ru family, among whom there are three children, the eldest child is only twelve years old, and there are only three who can cultivate. ”

"Sanyangli is just a small place, there is no way to give you the fifty acres of land promised by the king, and you are not good at farming, even if you give fifty acres of fertile land to you, I am afraid that the field will be wasted."

"But don't worry, there are a few mountains inside and outside, which are not suitable for farming, but for keeping livestock."

"According to the convention, one acre of land can be exchanged for five acres of mountain forest."

"Give you 20 acres of land and 150 acres of mountains and forests today, I don't know if you are still satisfied?"

Guerra was still a little foggy at this time, and he hadn't yet figured out what he meant, but he still nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and answered with his mouth full.

Seeing this, Li Zheng's serious face stretched out slightly.

"Okay, take these house deeds, title deeds, and this paperwork, and go to the pavilion chief with the pavilion guard."

"The pavilion chief will arrange for you to go to the county and meet the county officials."

When Gla heard this, his face couldn't help showing a look of embarrassment, and he said, "Dare to ask Lizheng, why did you let me go to meet the county officials?" ”

The lieutenant said angrily: "Your family needs government relief now, since you are back, you naturally have to solve the livelihood problem for your family, and it is impossible to let the government always provide for you." ”

"This time I went to meet the county magistrate for this purpose."

Gra nodded hurriedly, and at the urging of Li Zheng and the pavilion guards, after hurriedly saying goodbye to his family, he hurried to the place where the pavilion chief was.

"The ditch, the ditch is going to be smoothed!"

"You only have ten days to wait."

Far away, Gera and the pavilion guards heard the pavilion chief's roar.

When they looked up, they saw that there were still a dozen Huns who had not yet regained their freedom, tied together with ropes, and were toiling with shovels.

However, many people had a little anger on their faces, but they were afraid of the power of the pavilion chief, and they knew that this was the hinterland of Zhao State, so they didn't dare to resist.

Just to be expected.

If their living conditions cannot be changed, it is estimated that these Hun captives will not be able to endure for long.

"Pavilion chief, Gla has lost his household registration, took the house deed and land deed, and came to restore his life!"

The voice of the pavilion rang out.

The Huns, who were digging a ditch with their heads down, all raised their heads when they heard this, and looked at Gla, who came over with a happy face.

The anger in their eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by antiquity.

"Look at what, less than three or five days, more than ten days and a half months, after your family members are brought into the county, you can also be like Grana, regain your freedom and go back to reunite with your family."

"But before that, you are still slaves, and you go to work!"

After scolding those Huns, the pavilion chief slowly walked to Gra's side.

Seeing the pavilion chief, Guerra almost subconsciously lowered his head, with a little uneasiness and fear in his eyes.

In the past few months, they have been desperately squeezed by the pavilion chief in front of them, and they have been working hard in drinking and scolding almost every day.

Therefore, after Gera saw the pavilion chief, he would subconsciously have this reaction.

The pavilion chief took the Chinese book from Grah's hand, and after reading the contents, a slight smile finally appeared on his serious face.

"Smack!"

He slapped Guerra on the shoulder, then smiled, "You are free now, so you don't have to be so restrained when you see me." ”

"From now on, as long as you don't commit adultery, even if I'm the pavilion chief, I won't dare to do anything to you."

When Gela heard this, he still didn't dare to indulge in the slightest.

The pavilion chief didn't persuade anything, but sighed: "Among the more than a dozen Huns, only you are the strongest and capable, and the rest like to steal and play tricks." ”

"If you can't completely solve the livelihood problem, you can come to me directly, be a pavilion soldier here, and you can also receive a little money to subsidize your family."

Guerra raised his head abruptly and asked in disbelief, "I, can I also be a pavilion pawn?" ”

The pavilion pawn seems to be just the smallest public official, but it also represents entering the Zhao State system.

Guerra never thought that he, a foreigner, would be qualified to become a pavilion pawn.

When the pavilion chief heard this, he laughed.

He patted Guerra on the shoulder vigorously and said, "As long as you work hard, don't say that you are just a pavilion pawn, even if you replace me as the pavilion chief in the future, it is not impossible." ”

"You must know that you now have a household registration, and you are the real Zhao people."

"Since you are a Zhao person, as long as you have the ability, you can naturally be a pavilion pawn, a pavilion chief, and even join the army and make meritorious contributions to become a general!"

Listening to the pavilion chief's slightly ridiculous voice, Guerra clenched his fists, and his face, which was slightly thin due to long-term malnutrition, finally bloomed.

Guerra was originally brave and outstanding.

As long as he eats and drinks enough and takes care of his body, he can definitely be regarded as a warrior.

Rather than living here and becoming a mere pawn, Guerra is more willing to crisscross the battlefield and behead the enemy as his own merit.

Those Huns who were working with their heads bowed heard the conversation between the pavilion chief and Gela, and their eyes also showed an astonishing look.

They are all thinking: as long as their family members come over, they can also become free people, they can also fall into the household registration of the Zhao people, and they can make contributions!

They don't want to be slaves anymore, they don't have the freedom to plow the soil every day!