Zhang Xianzhong, who was defeated very badly, sent someone to give Zuo Liangyu a gift, and this gift was a sentence "Brother, why bother?" With me, you can be infinitely beautiful, without me, what do you think will happen? Zuo Liangyu didn't say a word, and let him live.

Zuo Liangyu is really afraid of settling accounts after the autumn, his empty salary and bribery are all minor problems, and the big problem is that his army discipline is too bad, and it is outrageous.

Let's put it this way, it is common for thieves to cross the border and the people to be robbed, and Zuo Liangyu's troops crossing the border is not as simple as being robbed.

As far as scourge of the common people is concerned, the thieves are only amateurs, and Zuo Liangyu is a professional.

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The war in the Central Plains has recurred, but the starting point city is full of laughter and joy.

September 21, the twelfth year of Chongzhen, the starting point of the Wangjia Garden.

The time entered autumn, the weather became cooler, and even more so during the Xiaoice River period, so the people in the starting point city had just changed into winter clothes, but there were bursts of laughter in the royal garden at this time.

"Here, baby son, hug one!"

Wang Yue walked around in the hall holding his son Wang Lihong, teasing a few times from time to time, and his son Wang Lihong just giggled in his arms. Next to the living room, Wang Yue's mother Li Xiufang, uncle Li Rongcheng, uncle Zheng, and his wife Zhang Ziyun, He Xiang, Li Xuezhu and others all watched with a smile.

The child's name was given by Wang Yue's second grandfather, yes, Wang Yue's name was not used in the end, and Wang Yue lost in this struggle.

No way, this second grandfather is a stubborn temper, he chose the name of the first child, and he didn't participate in the other children, which was also supported by his mother Li Xiufang.

Zhang Ziyun looked happy and proud, she didn't expect that she was really a son, she really lived up to her prayers day and night, at this time her eyes turned from time to time with the figure of her husband and son, her face was full of happy smiles, and contained the brilliance of maternal "nature".

Hexiang also giggled, this is the child of Miss and Auntie, and she is also very happy, and she can't change the title of Uncle. But now she is also pregnant, and like Wang Lihong, she has also become a key object of protection.

Li Xuezhu was also smiling, but in fact, she was secretly anxious in her heart, why didn't her stomach move?

On August 18, Zhang Ziyun gave birth to a son, and the process was thrilling, and the mother and son were safe.

When Wang Lihong was born, he weighed nine catties and eight taels, and it can be imagined how heavy Zhang Ziyun's production burden was, which made the entire Wang family and the medical department of Qidian City like a great enemy, worried that Zhang Ziyun was in danger of dystocia.

Fortunately, the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva blessed Zhang Ziyun after a painful struggle, and then successfully gave birth to this big fat son.

After the lord had it, the starting point city was jubilant, and it was instantly drowned in the crackling sound of firecrackers.

The heads of various departments in the starting point city, the generals at all levels of the Tiance Army, and many officials in the court, such as Xie Baoqing, came to congratulate them.

Even Emperor Chongzhen gave a large number of gifts, and along with the gifts, there was also a letter of confession and a waist card. It turned out that Wang Yue's son Wang Lihong had not yet been born, and he had already been named a hundred households of Jinyi Wei, and these were all seal letters sent by Chongzhen.

The bustle of the Royal Gardens lasted for several days, until it faded down these days. Wang Yue also gave himself a few days off to accompany his wife and children at home.

Holding his son Wang Lihong, the more Wang looked at it, the more he loved it, and saw how much his son was like himself, this eyebrow, this eye, this hair...... It's like nowhere else.

Holding his son, Wang Yue has a feeling of flesh and blood, this is the crystallization of his own era, the essence of hundreds of years, with a son, Wang Yue has really integrated into this era.

Wang Yue kissed his son on the face, Wang Lihong had been giggling, but he was kissed by Wang Yue, his small mouth cracked, and he cried, Wang Yue was quite embarrassed, and said urgently: "Baby son, why are you crying?" ”

Li Xiufang was experienced, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that my good grandson is hungry, it's time to breastfeed." ”

Zhang Ziyun smiled, got up and took his son and said, "Xianggong, hand over Hong'er to me." ”

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In the golden autumn of October, in the drying field of Inuxiang Village, Japan's former Hizen Domain, farmers work hard to take the newly harvested rice to the field. The wind blows the chaff grass seeds away, and the heavier pebbles fall in the nearest place, and the rice grains are not far away.

With such a primitive and rudimentary method, the peasants' hard harvest throughout the year gradually accumulated into piles of hills.

Saburo Murata and his eldest son Kazuo Murata stood leisurely with their hands in their hands, watching the villagers in the same village sweat and fall eight petals, and they didn't know how comfortable they were.

Since the second son, Murata Jiro, did things for the Matsuura family, the status of the Murata family in the village has become higher and higher, not to mention the village chief, who is a big man like the head of the imperial family, he is respectful when he meets, and the lord of the land even exempts his own taxes completely...... The taxes paid will not be less, and the minus part will naturally be passed on to other people in the same village.

Since the rebellion of the Hirado Domain, it has annexed the Hizen Domain and other neighboring lords, and its strength has increased greatly.

Matsuura Jiuxin knew that this road was a road that could only move forward and not retreat, and the weapon provided by Wang Yue was the guarantee of his confidence.

The arms trade required a large amount of money, and the strength of the Hirado Domain was not strong, and the long-term consumption of ammunition was a huge burden, so Wang Yue proposed to exchange grain for ammunition, which was in the hands of Matsuura Kushin.

The grain trade was also welcomed by the leader of the rebels, Amakusa Tokisada, who was less knowledgeable about management than the Hirado clan, so robbery was their best skill.

"Master Kato is here, Master Kato is here!" The people on the field were slightly in a commotion, Murata raised his head, and saw a group of people walking on the main road, with Lord Kato on the ground, and seven or eight open-chested samurai following.

The old village chief hurriedly greeted him, and Kato's eyes looked at the sky. The voice seemed to come out of his nostrils: "The taxes of Inuxiang Village, it's time to pay, right?" ”

The village chief nodded and said, "Yes, I bother you to go on a trip in person, Inuxiang Village thanks to your care." ”

"Well, okay, this year's land tax should be 780 stones, are they all there?"

"It's all there, it's all there. Yes....... Only then did the old village chief react and asked in surprise: "The acres of land in this village are 1,800 stones. Three taxes and one should be 600 stones, and Lord Matsuura issued a decree to add half to 90 stones, which is 690, sir, sir, did you miscalculate? ”

Kato's eyes were still looking at the sky, and he said angrily: "That's right, in order to defeat the tyrannical shogunate and prevent the invasion of the brutal parishioners, Lord Matsuura spent a lot of money, so he raised taxes. ”