316. Wei Manchu Joseon

Between words.

Wei Shao'er negotiated with Huo Quai.

There is no such thing as a homeland.

It has only been seventy or eighty years since the Han Dynasty moved from war to peace, and in these seventy or eighty years, the migration policy, the Xiongnu Koubian, and the displaced people and bandits have never been broken.

Even though the Huo family is now a marquis's family, they used to live in exile.

Seeing that his mother did not object, Huo Quzhi sighed in his heart, and there was no last excuse to stay, so be it.

"I went there to prepare, the family wealth is not very important, I have the ability to make our life better, and the next person also needs to take care of it, so I will be more generous."

Wei Shao'er nodded: "It's up to the sick child, you are the head of the family." ”

"Hmm."

Nodding, Huo Quzhi stood up, instructed Huo Guang to accompany his mother, and then turned around and went out.

The old woman came out with a plate larger than before.

At the first glance when he came out, he saw Huo Qubing leaving, looked at the snack in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Madam, this is it"

Putting the dinner plate on the small table on the soft collapse, Huo Guang took off his shoes and socks with bright eyes, knelt down at the small table and began to eat.

Looking out of the door, Wei Shao'er looked at the accessories in his hand and sighed softly.

"The head of the house."

called the housekeeper of the Huo family, and Huo Qubing asked him to take out all the land deeds and deeds.

"That's all."

Looking at the cloths that needed to be loaded in several baskets, Huo Quzhi nodded.

"Let the servants line up and come over, as long as the deed is at home, call over, and leave them at home to eat today."

"You stay and help me tidy up."

"Yui."

Most of the land deeds are land deeds and shops in the county.

A land deed, a person deed, Huo Quzhi sorted it out with the steward.

Looking at Huo Quai, who had been calm and vicissitudes of life, the steward seemed to have an understanding, and sighed lightly.

An afternoon and an evening.

Huo Qubing handed over all the land deeds and human deeds in the family.

It was not given to anyone else, but to these servants in the house.

In this era, the signing of the deed between the tenant farmer and the owner's family is a private matter and will not be registered in the government.

And only those who are sold into slavery are truly separated from the identity of the 'human' species, and become a commodity, which can be traded at will.

However, in addition to being a commodity, the 'slaves' of the Han Dynasty also needed to pay a human tax, of course, this tax was paid by the owners of these slaves.

There are not many slaves in the Huo family, Wei Shao'er likes to be pure, there are less than twenty people, and the others are tenant farmers.

Now the deeds signed by these tenant farmers with the Huo family in private have all been returned by Huo Quai, and no one has given away the land.

Huo Qubing can't take the field away, it's better to sell it, maybe it's what he has seen along the way, Huo Qubing has more understanding of the people at the bottom in his heart.

In the voice of gratitude, Huo Quzhi only stayed at home for one night.

Before dawn the next day, the carriage outside Huo's mansion had been prepared, and the aunt and his younger brother Huo Guang, who had not woken up, were brought into the carriage, and Huo Qubing disappeared into the twilight with twenty slaves and the Huo family steward.

He came back this time, didn't tell anyone, just came back quietly, and then left quietly.

Henceforth.

There will be no more champions in the world.

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Crossing the Changbai Mountains and flowing across the Yalu River is the boundary of North Korea.

In the past, Lu Xuan mutiny fled to North Korea, defeated the already precarious Minzi Korea in one fell swoop, and established his own regime, which is now Weiman Korea.

But North Korea is a small place, but there are many things.

In addition to Weimanchu Korea, there is also Mahan in the southeast, and the Jinhan region is separated from Weimanchu Korea, which is very similar to the north-south regime in later generations.

In this era, if there was no Zhang Qi, according to the normal historical trajectory, during the Han-Hungarian confrontation, Wei Manchu Joseon had the intention of breaking away from the control of the Han court because of the increasingly powerful regime, so that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty sent 50,000 Han troops to eliminate and establish four counties as the end.

But now, because of Zhang Qi and the chaos in the Han court, Wei Manchu has more thoughts about North Korea, and even has a covetous heart for Liaodi.

But they can't think of it.

To their west lived a new king who was more warlike than the Han army.

Now.

They're coming.

Pyongyang.

It is said to be a royal palace, but it is more like a marquis's mansion in the Joseon royal palace.

A rush woke the king of Joseon abruptly.

"Report ——! Chinese. Chinese.. The army came Smecta. ”

"What!"

The king of Joseon instantly had a numb scalp.

Although he coveted Liaodi, it was also based on the chaos of the Han Dynasty.

Now that he suddenly heard the news of the arrival of the Han army, how could he not be afraid.

After all, their family also rebelled from the Han Dynasty, and they are also clear about the strength of the Han army.

"Where?!"

"It's past the water!"

"How is it so fast?! What are you eating? ”

The king of Joseon was furious.

After the muddy water, doesn't that mean that you have arrived at the doorstep!

It is only half a day's distance from Pyongyang to Pyongsu, and even the faster cavalry can run to it in a few hours, and if there is a boat, it can even go down by boat and appear directly outside Pyongyang.

How this does not make the king of Joseon angry!

"Someone! Drag it down and cut it! A bunch of wine bags and rice bags! ”

"Spare your life, King, spare your life, Smecta!"

The king of Joseon did not have the time to pay attention to the sound of begging for mercy and wailing, so he walked a few steps quickly to the study and called the general of Joseon.

Don't even think about going out of the city to meet the enemy.

At the beginning, his grandfather took North Korea with a thousand soldiers and horses, but now it is only a few decades, and the weapons and equipment are not comparable at all.

You can only defend the city, hoping that there will be a problem with the supply of the Han army and retreat.

Not much.

A middle-aged man walked in briskly.

One arched his hand: "See the king." ”

"No courtesy, Aiqing, now that the Han army is menacing, I want you to gather the soldiers and defend the city!"

"In addition, the walls are clear, and the Han army must not be allowed to get any supplies here!"

"Understood!"

The city of Pyongyang began to be in turmoil, and all the defenders were mobilized into the city.

The city gates fell one after another, and all the Koreans waited nervously and fearfully for the arrival of the Han army.

However, the Han army they spoke of did not appear for a long time, but turned to the left and came to camp not far from the sea.

"General!"

Camped.

The generals of the new army entered the big tent.

Three new armies, 60,000 men, without a single auxiliary, without a single baggage.

As the saying goes, soldiers and horses go first before they move grain and grass.

But why aren't they?

The answer is at sea.

"General, arrive at the intended location and find the supply mark."

"Good!"

"This time I went on a fast trip, each of us only brought a month's march dry food, and they were all about to vomit, and now, immediately, immediately send a signal for the supply ship to dock, eat well first!"

"No!"

The generals were also full of joy,

Although the dry food for the march is good and easy to carry, sweet and salty, but I can't stand eating too much cheeks, and in just one month, the cheeks of all the soldiers are puffed up high, and I have long wanted to change to some other food.

I'm working overtime today, and there's only one chapter, sorry.

(End of chapter)