In the blink of an eye, it has come to the lunar month, and Baekje-do is mountainous, and the temperature during the lunar month is much colder than that of Shandong in the east. Especially when it comes to the wax moon, it also begins to have a strange weather of three cold and four warm. Three days of cold, then four days of warmth, and so on and forth throughout the wax moon.

The sun sets earlier, the days are shorter and the nights are longer.

This morning.

There was still a thick layer of hoarfrost on the ground, and the ground was also frozen and hard, and the group came over on the north road and stopped in front of Licun.

The lonely mountain village was suddenly awakened by the sound of a dog barking.

A few figures faintly flashed behind the village fence, and they hid behind the fence, looking at the group vigilantly from a distance.

Pavilion Elder Zhao of Fengchuan Township, Gulong County, Dongming County, stood in front of the gate, and there were several Baekje people standing next to him, but these Baekje people all changed their Han hairstyles and changed into Han-style clothes, but they were still very different from Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao was wearing a red military coat with wool lapels, lined with wool inside, and sheepskin on the outside, up to the calves, which was very warm.

Especially this red color, which is the same color as the military uniform of the Qin army, makes it wear on the body, adding a bit of momentum to the white.

Several Baekje people wore khaki cloth jackets.

As the chief of the Hongxiang Pavilion, Lao Zhao was originally a soldier of the government to conquer Baekje, but later because of a leg injury, he was transferred to a civilian position, because he was also a standard-bearer before, so he was transferred to the pavilion chief, although he had not yet entered the stream, but he was already a general.

"This is the village of rites?" Lao Zhao asked.

A Baekje man in a black jacket immediately stepped forward, "This is our Rei Village in Fengchuan Township, there are about 100 households in the village!" ”

Lao Zhao looked back at behind him, there were nine Han migrant militiamen in the countryside, all carrying red tassel guns and horizontal knives, and there were four fire Baekje militia behind them.

With a few officials, their group was exactly fifty.

"How many big local tyrants are there in the village?"

"There are three large households in the village, namely the Fu family, the Gao family and the Sha family. Among them, the Fu family is the richest, seventy percent of the land in this village belongs to his family, and the Gao family and the Sha family together account for the remaining thirty percent. ”

The more than 100 families of Baekje in the entire village were actually tenants or servants of these three large families.

"Let's enter the village!"

Lao Zhao said.

Although the weather is warmer today, it is still very cold to stand outside early in the morning, my feet are already a little stiff, my hands are numb, and my face is not numb.

Dressed in a black dogskin jacket, a deputy captain of the township pavilion and Baekje joint defense team immediately stepped forward.

He shouted to the people behind the gate in Baekje dialect, saying that the Great Qin Imperial Army in the county had arrived and asked everyone in the village to come out to greet them.

The people behind the gate hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.

A group of people entered the village with guns and knives, and the people in the village also went out one after another.

Soon they all gathered in front of the gate of the rich family, and they carefully looked at the Zhao Pavilion Chief in red robes, as well as the fire Qin militia behind him, as for the fire Baekje militia, they were not very afraid, but a little envious.

Fu's parents were also an official in Baekje, and he used to be the cultural governor of the eleventh grade, and later returned to his hometown and became a landlord at home.

Fu is a big family in the village, and his family has been a landlord here for generations.

"Fu Chang meets the pavilion chief!"

Although Fu Chang had previously served as the Governor of the Eleventh Rank, which could only be regarded as a low-level minor position in the Sixteenth Rank of the Baekje Official Rank, he should be older than the current Xiangting, so although the old man said goodbye, he just stood there with his waist straight and said it, without even a forked hand salute.

"I don't know what the pavilion chief is doing here?"

Lao Zhao was hit by an arrow in his knee when he was fighting, although that leg was saved, he couldn't help but limp when he walked, and he couldn't stay in the army. In this winter, the injured leg is becoming more and more uncomfortable.

He was carrying a cane in his hand, but it was a special crutch, and a sword was hidden in the crutch.

Pulling it out can be used as a sword, and if it is not pulled, it can also be used as a stick, and it is very heavy in the hand.

"On the orders of the county, come and check the situation again."

"If the pavilion chief has something, just send someone over directly to explain it, and we should handle it ourselves." The rich old man said, and with a wave of his hand, his son immediately presented the gift.

A small ingot of silver, about two or three taels, and a few pieces of cloth.

"Be careful, not respectful, please smile."

There is a ritual character in the name of the village, because the rich family has been here for many years, and the rich family is still the family of poetry, and their family has been practicing Confucianism for generations, so they are naturally proficient in Han culture and Chinese.

Lao Zhao saw the things sent to him and smiled.

Is this treating them as coming down to fight the autumn wind?

The rich old man saw that Lao Zhao didn't answer the phone or take things, and thought that he was too little, so he was disgusted, so he continued to smile on the surface and made a look at his son, so his son returned to the house, came out in a while, and sent two jars of wine and two chickens.

Now Lao Zhao is really unhappy.

"What do you mean by being rich?"

"The pavilion chief works hard, a little heart."

The deputy captain of the Baekje militia in the black dogskin jacket saw it and knew that the pavilion chief was really angry.

stepped forward immediately, "Rich old man, it's so cold outside, why don't you ask the pavilion chief to go to the hall of the house first, sit on the fire, drink tea, and then chat slowly?" ”

Lao Zhao interrupted him and said, "There's no need for this, let people get some firewood, just burn a few fires here, and bring a few tables, let's have a site office." ”

The rich old man didn't invite Lao Zhao into his house, but just asked, "I don't know what kind of business I want to do?" ”

"You'll find out in a moment!"

The head of the Sha family in the village is a middle-aged man in his forties, and when he saw that the atmosphere was not very good, he came up to play a round, "Why don't you go to my house to sit down, no matter what business the pavilion chief wants to do, just give orders, we will fully cooperate!" ”

Lao Zhao took out an official document from his arms.

Said with a smile.

"This is an official order issued by the commander of Baekje Province, the commander of the province, asking local officials in all counties, counties, townships and other parts of the province to comprehensively verify the household registration and land under their jurisdiction, and asking us and other local officials to actively implement the land reform work!"

"Check it out!"

When the rich old man heard the words "reform", he panicked inexplicably.

"Blackskin, what does that mean?"

Hei Pi is the deputy captain of the township militia who wears a black dog skin, and this person's name is Hei Pi, and like many ordinary Baekje people, he doesn't even have a surname. However, when this guy was conquering Baekje in Daqin, he was once conscripted to be a people's husband, and later with his strength and hard work, he was incorporated into the local militia, and finally even became the deputy captain of the township militia.

But in the eyes of the rich old man, the black skin is the dog leg who does not come to the stage.

"Rich old man, land reform is to grant land equally, so that everyone has land to cultivate."

The rich old man was even more bad when he heard it.

Seventy percent of the fields in Licun belong to his rich family, and the remaining thirty percent are almost all from the Sha family and the Gao family, and the others are all their tenant slaves, and there is no land at all.

"Pavilion Chief Zhao, I have to do it, but I am not in a hurry at this time, everyone came from the Xiangting, and after walking for half a day, it must be cold and hungry, so hurry up and go to my house to warm up first. Third, you hurry up and let the kitchen make a fire to make tea and cook. Old five, you quickly take someone to the pen to slaughter a sheep and kill a few chickens. Sixth, you should go to the county and buy some good wine immediately! ”

Lao Zhao smiled and stretched out his hand to stop it.

"It's important to run errands."

"Sixth, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and go to the county to buy wine and buy some pastries!"

Lao Zhao's eyes widened, "Without my order, no one is allowed to take a step out of the village gate." Black skin! ”

"Here!"

"You immediately lead people to block the village gate, whoever dares to leave the village without permission will take it directly, if you dare to resist, kill!"

The black skin answered the order loudly, lit two fire people, each guarding the door.

On the village field, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

It's like the frost and wind of the morning.