"This is a sacred thing given to me by the gods! How dare you break it! ”

"All slaves! You will all have to pay the punishment for breaking the artifact! ”

With a burst of rage, the head of the slave guard hurried out and gathered all the efforts he was working on!

The bowl on his head looked at the thousands of slaves in front of him.

The slaves were all dark and skinny, with heavy chains on their necks, feet, and wrists.

The rattle of the chains showed that they were lowly slaves, and at the same time, they were tired of listening to the bowl that was already angry.

"The gods will punish you for destroying the gods!"

"To maintain the supreme majesty of the gods!"

He Bo shouted, and the militiamen who came with him immediately surrounded the thousands of slaves with machetes in their hands.

"Only blood! so that the gods can forgive you for your sins! ”

"Drain all your blood and die! Reincarnation will no longer suffer the penalty of being a slave to atone for your sins! ”

"To die before the blood is drained is eternal life and eternal slavery! to make atonement for your sins! ”

I don't know whether it was numbness or acceptance of the "Mandate of Heaven", this group of slaves only hung their heads quietly, and only the rattling sound of iron chains was undulating one by one.

The machetes raised by the militia slashed at the slaves without blinking, and the slaves didn't even scream!

It was as if they had accepted that slavery was their due atoning fate!

In less than half an hour's effort, the Iron Ore Basin of Huangjiasi, which was still in full swing of forging spears, was full of stumps, broken arms and torsos for a while, and the blood flow almost formed a river of blood, drowning these stumps and torsos in it.

At this time, the sky gradually became cloudy.

After a while, the rain began to fall heavily.

It is as if the gods have come down to wash away the "sins" of slaves who have been tortured and killed.

……

In the inner hall, Yang Qianxue saw Yuwen Shihong coming over again.

It seems that he is used to it, and when he sees Yuwen Shihong, his eyes must be unhappy.

Yuwen Shihong thought to himself, how could a woman's jealousy last so long.

Just touched Xiao's chin, if Yang Qianxue knew that he had been to two ......

Forget it, since you can't find it, let's take it as fate.

It still makes sense to be right, and it can be seen from the fact that Yang Qianxue is now capable of presiding over the government.

"You transferred my brother to Southern Xinjiang for a few days, but the other nine Zhijinwu have all returned," Yang Qianxue said to Yuwen Shihong without raising her head while flipping through the matter:

"Previously, after the armistice of the peace talks in the Qi State, there has been no triumphal banquet for the forbidden army, and it coincides with another bumper harvest in Sinong Temple, should it be made up? It can be seen that the soldiers are looking forward to the triumphal banquet. ”

Unknowingly, talking to Yang Qianxue is talking about business, but Yuwen Shihong is not here for business, but he also has to respond:

"Is it to imagine a national feast like the Shangyuan Festival? Yes. ”

While talking, Ma Changchang, who was the most diligent in running the inner hall, happened to come to the door of the inner hall.

As soon as he came, he heard the extremely sensitive words "National Feast", and his legs immediately weakened, and he almost bowed to the door of the palace.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Ma Changchang almost crawled over, wanting to thwart Yuwen Shihong's plan to hold a national feast for the second time.

But before he finished his words, he himself remembered that during the Shangyuan Festival last year, his obstruction was useless at all.

Turning to it, he swallowed the obstructed words, and stumbled instead:

"If Your Majesty wants to hold a national feast, it is not necessary, but it is just ......"

"The minister proposed to replace rice with millet because there are too many stocks of millet."

As soon as he heard this, Yuwen Shihong's face collapsed unhappily:

"If you have rice to eat, why do you still eat millet? I'm afraid that the people are used to eating sweet rice, and millet is not something to feed chickens? ”

Ma Changchang quickly turned his head, thinking about how to respond, and said with a shy smile:

"Your Majesty's words are wrong, how can you say that millet is just something to feed chickens?"

"In the past few decades, almost all the people have eaten millet, because the millet harvest is fast, even if there are any natural and man-made disasters, they can harvest a new crop in just three or four months under the guarantee of rations."

"So the millet feast is also very good, if you are used to eating rice, you should eat millet once in a while, the so-called ...... That one...... That ...... that"

"Bittersweet memories!"

"That's right! Millet feast! Sweet Memories of Sweet Thoughts! Tell the people not to forget what they ate to live in the past, and why, now they can eat rice in one meal! ”

"Hahaha," Yuwen Shihong laughed amusedly:

"Sure enough, officialdom is not simple, even your mud legs are starting to become slippery, and you still remember the bittersweet feast, you can't think of it, hahaha!"

"But! Well said! Yuwen Shihong praised unabashedly:

"Aiqing is right, if it weren't for the beginning, you would have waited for the new system of courtiers to work with me to survive many obstacles and implement the new system."

"Today's people, I'm afraid they are still eating millet."

"You can't take it for granted because you're used to it! The big week has today! The people should remember that today is not easy to come by! ”

"Millet feast! Let's do it! ”

Ma Changyuan nodded frantically to second, and after handing the matter to the dragon case, he hurried away.

……

Tang Yong and Zu Wenyuan, together with Zu Wenyuan, used ships to carry the thousands of Northern Expeditionary troops stranded in Shuozhou, as well as the soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army scattered in the cities of various states in the territory of Qi State, back to Chang'an by boat.

He belatedly learned that Yang Shuang had returned to Chang'an, and he wanted to continue to preside over shipbuilding in Luozhou, but he wanted to meet Yang Shuang.

After sending the Northern Expeditionary Army to Chang'an and returning to Luozhou, he received a message from Beijing the next day, informing him to return to Chang'an on October 15, that is, the Xia Yuan Festival, to participate in the national feast.

Jingzhong came to invite, but it was disrespectful.

Tang Yong, who packed his bags and planned to return to Chang'an with his family, happened to see two thousand-mile boats that had finished their official duties, and there were two of them quickly shuttling west from the Yellow River.

That's when he remembered—

The Yellow River also flows through Chang'an.

If you take a thousand-mile boat back to Chang'an, you can save at least more than an hour of horseback kung fu, and the bumps on the horseback are compared to the bumps on the river, so it is naturally better to ride the ferry.

But earlier he looked down on Zu Wenyuan, and now that he thinks about it, he feels that it is too embarrassing to bow his head.

So he chose to drive a carriage and bring his family back to Beijing, and reluctantly gave up the idea of returning to Beijing by a thousand-mile boat.

The prosperity of Beijing, even if Tang Yong has seen a lot of times, but every time he returns, he is still full of emotion.

The prosperous world is only what you see.

And I heard that Weiwei Temple has changed people to take over as the temple secretary, and Chang'an Daxing City, which has one hundred and nine squares, is expanding in full swing.

The ground of Fang Street is still paved with flat mountain stones, compared with the rammed earth pavement of the old Fang Street, the mountain stone ground is only available in the palace.

Because it's too expensive.