Chapter 595: The horse is picturesque

Looking down the east, the endless plain, the tender green grass, in the cold east wind, becomes yellow, this season, is the season of rest, the people who have been busy for a year, drop the hoe on their shoulders, sit in the hall, look at the old and young, a happy face.

However, this winter is not friendly to the Roco Kingdom. Although the rebellion in early spring has been put down, it has left a great hidden danger, the most direct of which is that it affects the people's farming, and a large area of land is barren, resulting in the autumn harvest season, the people cannot pay taxes, and the family is manly, showing a sad color.

After a year of war, heavy taxes were levied, and the people starved for the winter. After two years of war, the fields were barren and the people had no food rations. After three years of war, he moved away, and he starved and froze to death on the road.

"Official, this grain can't be delivered, this is the last ration in the family, and the two children still rely on it to survive! ”

On the edge of the thatched hut in the mountain village, a peasant man in tattered clothes knelt on two officials and quibbled, pleading bitterly, and behind him, there were two six or seven-year-old men, watching his father kneel on the ground, with tears in his eyes.

"Go, get out of the way! Master takes a fancy to your food, that's your blessing, do you know who this food is for? It's for the front-line generals, if you dare to stop it, it's a felony to kill your head. ”

The official on the left kicked the farmer down, and after saying it with a big grin, he turned around and left.

On his shoulders, he also carried a bag of grain, which was not full, and it was estimated that it was about forty catties, and in the rich and noble family, there were only three people with a month's grain, but in this mountain village, it was true that the peasant Han family of four had winter rations.

The people in the village, who have no food, only have two endings, sell themselves to rich and noble families, become slaves, tenants, and live a life of enslavement for generations, or they can't hold it anymore and are starved to death.

"This ...... Alas, I'm useless!"

Nong Han lay on the ground, scraped his ears, slapped his face, and cried bitterly.

"Daddy, don't cry, you say a man, bleeding without tears, how you talk doesn't count. ”

The two children standing in the door, looking at their father who couldn't cry, hurriedly stepped forward to comfort them, and the tears in their eyes flowed down without money.

"Cheng'er, farmer, Daddy didn't cry, but he was a little uncomfortable. ”

Nong Han hugged the two children and said in a crying voice, this man who stands up to the sky and the earth, is not worried about whether he is hungry, but he is worried about whether the two children can eat enough.

There is no food, what should they do as a family of three!

"Well, I believe Daddy didn't cry, Daddy is the best. ”

The sensible Cheng'er wiped away the tears from Nonghan's eyes, revealing a bright and innocent smile.

This smile, the just right curvature of the corners of the mouth, like a crescent moon at night, how warm, like an angel, drove away all the gloom, without the slightest flaw, and made the desperate heart of the farmer regain his fighting spirit.

For his own sake, for the sake of his two children, he can't fall!

Stand up, this winter, even if you are thirsty for snow water and hungry for dry grass, you have to survive it, and next spring, it's fine!

Nong Han thought, with the support of the two children, he slowly stood up, glanced into the distance, his face showed an uneasy look, and sweat like a bean fell from his forehead.

In the distance, on the endless plain, many small black dots faintly appeared, and after a while, the outline of a cavalry became clear, and after a while, the black and oppressive soldiers and horses poured to the edge of the village like a tide.

There are thousands of people without borders, and there are thousands of people who are connected to the sky and the earth, and these soldiers are all uniform, with white armor, white war horses, and a white flag, the word Changshan, fluttering in the wind.

The army has a soul, as if suddenly, people saw a white dragon, roaring in the sky, Longwei Town, and all things surrendered.

Nong Han and the two children were directly stunned, and involuntarily knelt on the ground, trembling, and secretly said in their hearts, it's over!

Don't say that last spring, this winter will break out into war, next year, will there be next year?

Nonghan's newly raised fighting spirit disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Soldiers and horses are constantly in turmoil, so why do they farm? Even if they plant some land, they will be exploited cleanly during the autumn harvest.

What's the point of that kind of land?

"I don't know if the general is coming, the old man is polite!"

After a while, an old man in a cloth coat ran out of the village, old age, with a cane and a panicked face.

"Get up! Zhao Yun, the general from the Tang Kingdom, wants to stay near the village for one night, please take care of the villagers, try not to go out, understand?"

Zhao Yun took out a gold ingot from his sleeve, threw it to the old village chief, and said lightly.

After two days of driving, the soldiers are somewhat tired, and it is getting late, so it is best to rest for the night and recuperate, so as to ensure that tomorrow, the army's combat effectiveness will reach its peak.

"General, what do you mean by that?"

The village chief subconsciously caught the gold and said with a pale face. His village, on the border of the kingdom, hastily stationed an army to the detriment of the country......

As a citizen of the Luo Ke Kingdom, he thinks that the gold in his hand is a hot potato, and he can't take it, and he can't take it.

But if you want to throw it away, you are a little reluctant, the county town has levied a new tax, and the grain storage of every household is exhausted, if you have this money, this winter, no one in the village will freeze to death.

"The village just follow the order, come here, bring some food!"

Zhao Yun looked at the village chief deeply, and when the latter was almost unable to stand, he withdrew his gaze, turned his horse's head, and left the mountain village with the army.

Only two teams of soldiers were left behind, and 100 bags of grain were brought and placed at the entrance of the village, and then the passages throughout the village were occupied to ensure that no one could leave the village.

"The domestic war has just stopped, and there is a foreign threat, when will this kind of day come to an end!"

The village chief's face was full of bitterness, and he couldn't help himself in troubled times!

I still remember when I was young, the Luo Ke Kingdom was not like this, not to mention how rich it was, at least there were few wars.

"Village Chief, these grains ......"

Nong Han did not feel nostalgic for the past and the present, but looked at the grain all over the ground with fiery eyes, and with food, their family and two children had hope of living.

"You take two bags and divide the rest equally. ”

The village chief knew that the farmer's family was poor, so he specially gave two bags of grain, touched the heads of the two children, sighed and left.

After a while, dozens of men ran out of the village, carrying food, and went home happily, and closed the door.

This night is a sleepless night, a night of poetry restlessness, and a night when poetry does not leave the house.

"Woo woo woo~"

The next day, early in the morning, the army horns were loud and loud, waking up many villagers, lying at the gate of the village, watching not far away, the huge number of troops leaving.

The horses' hooves are in the sky, trampling on the city wall, the rivers and mountains are thousands of miles, and the blood is picturesque!

On the same day, there was a war without suspense, the seven cities on the border of the Luo Ke Kingdom fell one after another, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling came out more than ten miles away, which was terrible and terrifying, and in the ash smoke of war, the smell of burnt skin was permeated, and the western border of the kingdom became a hell for the army.

(End of chapter)