Wei Zhuang passed by the corridor, but saw that the lights in one room were still on, and it was already late at night.

Standing in front of the door, Wei Zhuang was silent for a moment, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Bumper."

"Come in." A voice sounded sleepy in the room.

With a soft sound, the door was slowly pushed open, and Wei Zhuang stood by the door and looked into the room.

The oil lamp was lit on the table, but the man in the white robe had not yet fallen asleep, but leaned over and wrote something on the table.

Gu Nan turned around, but found Wei Zhuang standing by the door, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Xiaozhuang? ”

Laughing, he turned around and continued to write the book in his hand: "What are you doing here?" ”

Wei Zhuang stood there, and the light cast a shadow on the figure in front of the table, shining on the ground: "Senior sister, it's late." ”

"Hmm." Gu Nan nodded in response, and then he heard what Wei Zhuang meant, raised his head and smiled at him: "I don't need to rest yet, you go first." ”

"Hmm." Wei Zhuang glanced at the table in front of Gu Nan, it should be a notice of execution.

Without saying anything more, he gently closed the door.

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On the second day, a notice was posted on the streets of Xinzheng.

A man walking on the street looked at a group of people gathered at the corner of the street in the distance suspiciously, asked for a mouthful of dry food in his hand, and asked the boss of the stall on the side.

"Hey, shopkeeper, what's going on?" The man said as he pointed to the crowd in the distance.

The boss put down the guy in his hand, raised his head and looked into the distance, and said clearly, "You don't know yet?" ”

"Know what?" The man asked, chewing dry food.

"A few days ago." The boss lowered his head and said, "Didn't something happen in the city that night?" ”

"Something?" The man thought back for a moment and remembered that night a few days ago: "It really felt like something big had happened that night, but I don't know the specifics." ”

"Why don't you even know this?" The boss looked at him with a smile, looked around, there was no one, and leaned in front of the man and whispered.

"Those nobles who stayed in our Korea said that they wanted to restore the country and rebelled."

"Rebellion!" The man's eyes widened and he almost shouted.

The boss hurriedly covered his mouth and glared at him: "Are you crazy? You shouted so loudly about this, you don't want to die, I still want it. ”

He withdrew his hand as he spoke.

"Hey, what happened then?" The man was interested and continued to ask.

"How's it going?" The boss sighed and shook his head: "What else, I was killed by all those Qin people." I heard that the son who took the lead also died a heroic death, rushed ahead, and was hacked to death by the chaotic knife. ”

"Yes." The man also sighed with pity on his face, but then he remembered something and looked at the crowd there and said, "Then, what's going on, you haven't said it yet." ”

"That's right." The boss patted the dust off his hands and put his hands on the stall.

"I heard that the Qin people confiscated the fields and grain of the old nobles who died, and wanted to share them with us."

"Divide it with us?" The man shouted.

"Why are you always yelling and scaring away my guests, I'm not done with you." The boss said helplessly.

"It is divided among us, and in each household, each of them has a field and some grain."

"One field per person." Swallowing his saliva, the man licked his mouth: "But really? ”

You must know that with this field and grain, his family will not be worried this winter.

"What's going on if it's true?" The boss scolded with a glare.

"The Qin people occupied our Korea, killed our brothers in the family, and then divided our land with us, do we still have to be grateful?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and looked at the notice in the distance, his brother also died in the war with the Qin people a few years ago.

His eyes were red, and he patted the stall board and scolded: "Damn, it's really not a thing!" ”

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In the following month, Xinzheng's fields were fully distributed.

In a field house, a young man smiled and put the bean bag in his hand on the ground, and then sat in the fence of the small courtyard, looking at a field deed in his hand.

An old man also sat in the courtyard to repair the farm tools in his hand, which were already a little loose, but he could still use some things for a while.

Glancing at the young man who had been sitting there with a smirk since he first entered the door, he asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The young man turned around and raised the deed in his hand: "I went to the city today to get the deed from the upper family, a field. ”

"That's it." The old man nodded lightly: "Then take it." ”

The young man looked at the old man's reaction and was stunned for a moment: "Dad, are you unhappy?" ”

The old man glanced up at him, and continued to bow his head and fiddle with the farm tools: "It's okay, this winter, give your grandson more food." ”

"Well, I know." The young man smiled and took the field deed in his hand: "There is finally hope for this day, I already knew that this was the case, and it was nothing to ask the Qin people to take care of this realm." ”

The old man in the courtyard heard this, but the old man's hand stopped.

Standing up and walking behind the young man: "What did you just say?" ”

The young man turned around, but saw the old man staring at him with red eyes: "Dad, what's wrong with you?" ”

"What did you just say?"

"I, I said, this realm is called the Qin people to take care of ······"

"Smack."

Before the young man finished speaking, the old man had already slapped the young man in the face with one hand and scolded: "No! ”

"Dad, why did you hit me?"

The old man took the young man's hand: "You come to me!" ”

As he spoke, he dragged the young man towards the house.

In the back room, the young man was thrown to the ground by the old man.

"Get on your knees."

The young man looked at the wooden signs in front of him and closed his mouth, he knew that he had said something that he could not say.

The old man pointed to the rank in front of him and said, "You will tell me what you just said here?" ”

"Have you forgotten how your uncle and those two brothers died?"

As he spoke, he picked up a stick from the side and hit the young man on the back.

The young man was silent about the stick, and it was not until the old man stopped that he whispered, "Dad, I was wrong. ”

The old man gasped and threw down his stick: "If it weren't for the Qin State, and those places, we would have lived like this?" ”

As he spoke, he pulled open his neckline, and a scar on it was a little hideous: "Their scar is still cut by me!" If it weren't for my life, would I still have you? ”

"Dad, I was wrong."

The old man stopped scolding, but let out a deep breath, and stood in front of the tablets with his hands behind his back, his hands trembling a little.

"We are Koreans, don't say these words to our ancestors in the future."

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The sun brought some warmth, and the dull sound of footsteps came from the streets.

A black-armored army walked down the street, towards the outside of the city gates. The armor on his body occasionally collided and made a cold sound, and a general in a white robe rode a black horse in front of the black armor army.

A veteran walked with a team of personal soldiers. There was also a white-haired man with a man and a woman following behind.

Civilians on both sides stood silently on both sides of the street, and no one said anything, just moved out of the way.

This is the Qin army that put down the rebellion, and a few people have seen it.

The army was walking on the road, and the cold armor made people shudder.

Some of the people on either side bowed their heads, while others watched the military formation clench their fists.

Gu Nan looked to the side, didn't make a sound, and continued to walk forward.

A man stood aside, picked up a stone with his hands, and threw it at the person walking in front of him, shouting, "Qin dog! ”

The stone smashed against the white-robed man's lichen armor, and the team slowly stopped.

Gu Nan looked at the stone that fell aside, his eyes drooped, and finally he just turned around and said, "Keep walking." ”

It seemed as if something had been set on fire in the crowd.

More and more stones or others were smashed into the middle army.

People shouted and cursed Qin dogs.

In the middle of the formation, the trapped sergeant lowered his head and silently let the stones and mud fall on his body, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist in his hand.

The armor hung down, and I couldn't see their expressions clearly, only that their hands holding their swords were trembling.

A few people seemed to be really unable to resist and wanted to rush out, but they were stopped by the people around them.

Chi Lian and Bai Feng looked at the white-robed man who was walking in the front complicatedly, they were secretly sent by Wei Zhuang to be in charge of guarding.

For more than a month, they saw the man almost every day and every night, and he hardly stopped.

Is that all there is to it?

The envoy Teng looked at the civilians around him and sighed, he knew that if he sent someone to stop it at this time, it would only make the people more angry. All he can do is do nothing.

There was the sound of horses' hooves beside her, Gu Nan turned her head sideways, but saw Wei Zhuang riding a horse and walking beside her, raising his sleeves, silently blocking those stones and sundries, and looking at the road ahead.

The trap army that was walking behind also sped up a minute, blocking Gu Nan in the middle and walking towards the front.

In the midst of shouting and scolding, in the midst of a mess of rocks, the army marched towards the outside of the city.