September.

In the tuntian fields of Liaodong, there are patches of golden.

It's another harvest season.

The weather in Liaodong has been sunny for many days, the autumn is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is shining every day, it seems that God is also celebrating this harvest and preparing the weather for everyone to harvest.

In the tunzi outside Liaodong City, Feng Changgui was sharpening the sickle, and he was about to open the sickle, and the sickle had to be sharpened a little sharper, so that it could be cut faster. During the harvest season, it is always busy, and you have to rush for time, so it is called rushing.

Half a year of busyness, seeing the harvest, if you delay the time and miss the good day, then an autumn rain will fall, and the hard work of half a year may be in vain.

Harvest all the grain into the warehouse as soon as possible, so that you can enjoy the harvest with peace of mind and steadfastness, and only then can you prepare for the village drinking ceremony after the harvest, watch social dramas, and catch up with the market with a happy mood.

Yongfu walked in from the outside as usual with a stack of newspapers.

Changgui raised his head and said hello, "Leader, there is a postman coming to deliver the newspaper today?" ”

Yongfu was in his early thirties, and he limped when he walked, but his eyes were very fierce, and he always had a vicious look, and the children in the tun sometimes cried when they saw him. He was nearly eight feet tall, and he was a good man before he was lame.

He used to be a veteran of the Fifth Army of the Left, and he was still a scout light horseman, but later he was injured in the leg and lame during an operation. So Yongfu received a disability pension, took some rewards, and retired from the army.

Although it is a pity that he can no longer stay in the army, the above still helped him make arrangements. He was only an unofficial and unemployed scout cavalryman before, so after he retired, he still tried to arrange an errand for him as a leader.

The head coach is naturally the coach of the villagers.

In Liaodong, the tunzhuang system is generally practiced, and the people gather to live together, and build a tunzi with a wall, and there are tuntian outside. In every tunzhuang, there will basically be some government soldiers.

And the other tun people, young and strong men, will also be incorporated into the county soldiers or county soil regiments, or the township soldiers in the township, or the militia in the tunzi.

In short, the stronger the one, the higher the ranks, and even the fifty or sixty old men or teenagers will be assigned to the militia of Bentun.

Except for the twice-year-old training camp, the rest of the time, everyone trains on their own in the tunzi.

Therefore, there will also be a head in the tunzi.

These leaders are either government soldiers or veterans with disabilities such as Yongfu.

In fact, there is no salary to be a head of the church, but there will be two rewards every year, usually one or two sets of clothes and a little food. But it's not this thing that everyone is looking at, but the head of the sect is actually very majestic.

Although Yongfu is disabled, in fact, his life is still good, he is only in his thirties, there are mothers-in-law at home, and several children, in addition to a Silla concubine, in addition to several Goguryeo slaves and Turkic slaves who have been divided in previous wars, and the family has hundreds of acres of land, as well as cattle and horses, and raised chickens, ducks and sheep.

The days are very comfortable and comfortable, although the days in Liaodong are definitely not as good as those in the Central Plains, but the current Central Plains is definitely not as comfortable and stable as Liaodong.

Although there is a shortage of many materials here, there is not much shortage of basic daily necessities such as grain, salt and cloth, and the price is stable and cheap.

In addition, there is a school in the tunzi, not only can the dolls go to school for free, but even adults often participate in the literacy classes in the school to learn some reading, writing and arithmetic, at least everyone can always learn to write their own name.

And a veteran like Yongfu, when he was in the barracks before, he also had a special study, so he could know thousands of words, and he could read ordinary notices, newspapers, and the like.

There is a newspaper in Liaodong, called the Oriental Morning Post.

Once a week, one issue is printed into one, with dozens of pages, and there are many contents on it, all kinds of court events, news from all over the world, or local news in Liaodong, and even some poems and legends.

However, this newspaper is not cheap, it is said to be engraved and printed, but a copy costs ten yuan, and the price of half a bucket of rice. Anyway, Changgui, who is just a village soldier, is reluctant to buy it, and the mother-in-law at home will definitely not let him buy it.

So he, like many tun people, every time he saw Yongfu buying, everyone would wait until the evening after eating too much, or at noon, to gather under the tree in the tunzi to listen to Yongfu read to everyone.

Sometimes Yongfu didn't have time, so everyone went to the school in Tunli and looked for the gentleman there. However, most of the gentlemen in the school are female gentlemen from the Yi'er camp, young female dolls, and they are not easy for men to find.

So more will go to the same Yi'er camp out of the tun deputy, each tunzi has a tun chief, generally the selection of the older and fair and prestigious tun people to serve, and then each tun also has a tun deputy as his deputy, this tun deputy is all sent by the Yi'er camp of young boys, these babies are young, but like the female gentlemen, can read, write, and calculate, and most of them will also ride horses, archery, dance knives and spears.

They came over to serve as the deputy of the tun, assisted the tun chief in managing the tunzhuang, usually helped everyone write a letter of faith newspaper, and regularly organized everyone to take literacy classes during the agricultural slack.

Yongfu flipped through the newspaper as he walked, and he didn't raise his head.

It seems that he didn't hear Changgui call him.

Changgui stepped forward, "What's the news in the newspaper again, you are so fascinated by it, tell me about it quickly?" ”

He felt that this newspaper was so magical, he didn't go out, just by looking at the newspaper, he could know the affairs of the world, not only what notices and orders were issued by the Marshal's Mansion in Liaodong City, but also what edicts were issued by the Central Plains Imperial Court.

Yongfu only raised his head at this time.

"There's an extra number in today's newspaper."

"What's the extra?"

"Originally, the morning newspaper was published once every ten years, and it was only sent out once every 10 days, but when there was urgent and important news, and the newspaper had already been printed, it could only urgently print a separate number."

"Then what are you talking about, what's urgent, it's the Goguryeo people who are going to call again?"

"No, it's good if we don't hit him, he dares to call?" Yongfu snorted, "But this time the matter is even bigger than that, the emperor issued an edict in Jiangdu, he announced his abdication, and then passed the throne to the King of Liao, and let our marshal lead the loyal army to support the new son of heaven into the customs to quell the chaos, and send the new son of heaven to Luoyang to succeed to the throne." ”

Changgui was stunned.

"The emperor abdicated? Passing on the throne to the king of Qi? Didn't it say that the emperor's grandson was the emperor's second grandson, why did he pass on the throne to the king of Qi? ”

Of course, Yongfu doesn't know why this is happening, but since this number has said so, it can't be wrong.

"Then we're going to send troops?" Changgui asked. "But the wheat and millet in this field are about to be harvested, what can I do?"

For Changgui, whether the Son of Heaven abdicates or not, and passes the throne to the grandson or the King of Qi, this seems to have little to do with him, he is more concerned about the wheat that is almost ripe in the ground.

Thinking that there is going to be a war, what will happen to the crops and grain in this field?

Yongfu snorted with some disdain, "You may not have the opportunity to participate if you want to go, do you think anyone is qualified to go?" Besides, if the order is really to come down and conscript you and me into the army or to deliver food, then it's nothing, don't you still have a mother-in-law and slaves at home? ”

"But there are only two Goguryeo slaves in my family, so many fields, the children in the family are young, the parents are old, and my wife is still pregnant with the child." Changgui had a sad face.

"Don't worry, even if you really order it, then Tunli will organize everyone to help harvest together, and you won't let your wheat millet rot in the ground."

Yongfu was a little stunned, he was a lame former scout cavalryman, and he had no chance to be selected for the army.