Wei Zhuang passed by the corridor, but saw that the lights in a room were still on, it was already late at night. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
Standing in front of the door, Wei Zhuang was silent for a moment, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Bump."
"Come in." A voice sounded sleepy from the room.
With a soft sound, the door was slowly pushed open, Wei Zhuang stood by the door and looked into the room.
The oil lamp was on on the table case, but the man in the white robe hadn't fallen asleep yet, but bent over the table case and wrote something.
Gu Nan turned around, only to find Wei Zhuang standing by the door with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Xiao Zhuang?"
He smiled, turned around and continued to write the book in his hand: "What are you doing here?"
Wei Zhuang stood there, and the lights cast a shadow on the figure in front of the table, shining on the ground: "Senior Sister, it's already very late."
"Yeah." Gu Nan nodded in response, and then heard Wei Zhuang's meaning, raised his head and smiled at him: "I don't need to rest yet, you go first."
"Yeah." Wei Zhuang glanced at the table in front of Gu Nan, it should be an order notice.
Without saying anything more, he closed the door gently.
A notice was posted on the streets of Xinzheng the next day.
A man walking on the street looked suspiciously at a group of people gathered at the far corner of the street, asked for a mouthful of dry food and asked the boss at the side stall.
"Hey, shopkeeper, what's the matter?" the man said while pointing to the crowd in the distance.
The boss put down the buddy in his hand, raised his head and looked into the distance, and said clearly: "You don't know yet?"
"Know what?" the man asked while chewing dry food.
"A few days ago." The boss lowered his head to work, and said, "Didn't something happen in the city that night?"
"What happened?" The man thought about it, recalling the night a few days ago: "It really felt like something big 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 and looked around. There was no one there, and he whispered in front of the man.
"The aristocrats and lords who stayed in Korea said they wanted to restore the country and rebelled."
"Treason!" The man almost shouted when he opened his eyes.
The boss quickly covered his mouth and glared at him: "Are you crazy? You shouted so loudly about this matter, you don't want your life, I want it."
With that said, he withdrew his hand.
"Hey, what happened then?" The man became interested and continued to ask.
"What's the matter?" The boss sighed and shook his head: "What else can I do? They were all killed by those Qin people. I heard that the young man who took the lead also died heroically. He rushed to the front and was hacked by that random knife dead."
"Really." The man also sighed pitifully with a cooperating face, but then he remembered something and looked at the crowd there and said: "Then, what's going on, you haven't said anything yet."
"That's it." The boss patted the dust on his hands, and put his hands on the booth.
"I heard that the people of Qin confiscated the dead Jiugui's fields and grain, and wanted to distribute them to us."
"Divide it to us?" the man called out.
"Why are you always yelling, scaring away my customers and I can't finish with you." The boss said helplessly.
"It's distributed to us, on the households, and there is some grain for each household."
"One household per person." Swallowing, the man licked his mouth: "But really?"
You must know that with this household field and food, his family will not have to worry about this winter.
"What's the matter if it's true?" The boss scolded with staring eyes.
"The Qin people occupied our South Korea, killed our brother and brother in the family, and then divided our land among us. Should we still be grateful?"
The man was taken aback by the words, and looked at the notice in the distance. His brother also died in the war with the Qin people a few years ago.
With red eyes, he patted the booth and cursed: "Damn, it's really not a problem!"
In the next month or so, Xinzheng's fields were completely distributed.
In a family in the field, a young man smiled and put the bean bag in his hand on the ground, then sat on the fence of the small courtyard, looking at a piece of land deed in his hand.
An old man was also sitting in the yard repairing the farm tools in his hand. It was a little loose, but it could still be used for a while with some padding.
Glancing at the young man who had been sitting there with a smirk from the moment he entered the door, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The young man turned his head and raised the land deed in his hand: "I went to the city today to get the land deed from the upper family, a household land."
"This matter." The old man nodded lightly: "Then take it."
The young man stared blankly at the old man's reaction: "Father, are you unhappy?"
The old man looked up at him, then continued to fiddle with the farm tools with his head down: "It's okay, this winter, give your grandson more food."
"Hey, I know." The young man smiled and held the land deed in his hand: "There is hope for this day at last. I knew it would be like this. It doesn't matter if the Qin people control this land."
These words were heard by the old man in the courtyard, 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: "Father, what are you doing?"
"What did you just say?"
"I, I said, let the people of Qin manage this land."
"Snapped."
Before the young man finished speaking, the old man slapped the young man in the face with one hand and cursed: "You are not worthy!"
"Father, why did you hit me?"
The old man took the young man's hand: "Come here!"
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.
"Kneel down."
The young man looked at the wooden signs in front of him and closed his mouth. He knew that he had said something he couldn't say.
The old man pointed to the row in front of him and said, "Can you repeat what you just said here?"
"Did you forget your uncle and how those two elder brothers died?"
While speaking, he picked up a stick beside him and hit the young man on the back.
The young man endured the stick without saying a word, until the old man stopped, and then said softly, "Father, I was wrong."
Panting, the old man dropped the stick: "If it weren't for Qin, and those other places, how would we live like this?"
As he spoke, he opened his neckline, and the scar on it was a bit hideous: "They cut my scar too! If it wasn't for my fate, would there still be you?"
"Father, I was wrong."
The old man stopped cursing, but took a deep breath, and stood in front of those tablets with his hands behind his back, his hands trembling a little.
"We are Koreans, so don't say these things against our ancestors again."
The sun brought some warmth, and there were dull footsteps on the street.
A black armored army walked along the street and walked outside the city gate. 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 armored army.
A veteran walked aside with a team of soldiers. There was also a white-haired man following behind with a man and a woman.
The civilians on both sides stood silently on both sides of the street, no one made a sound, they just kept the street out of the way.
This is the Qin army that suppressed the rebellion, and several people have seen it before.
The army was walking on the road, looking at the cold armor made people feel chills.
Some of the people on both sides lowered their heads, while others clenched their fists while looking at the army formation.
Gu Nan looked to both sides and continued walking forward without making a sound.
A man stood aside, picked up a stone with his hands squeezed, threw it at the person walking in front and shouted: "Qin dog!"
The stone hit the white-robed man's armor, and the team slowly stopped.
Gu Nan looked at the stone that fell to the side, his eyes drooped, and finally he just turned around and said, "Go on."
The crowd seemed to be set on fire.
More and more stones or other things hit the army in the middle.
People yelled at Qin Gou.
In the army formation, the sergeant in the formation lowered his head, silently letting the stones and mud hit his body, and tightly grasped the hilt of his waist in his hand.
The visors were hanging down, and their expressions could not be seen clearly, only their hands holding the swords were trembling.
A few people seemed to be unable to bear it, and wanted to rush out, but were held back tightly by the people around them.
Chi Lian and Bai Feng looked at the white-robed man who walked in the front with complicated eyes. They were secretly sent by Wei Zhuang to be in charge of guarding.
For more than a month, they saw that person dealing with the affairs of distributing fields almost every day and night, and they hardly stopped.
Is this all in exchange
Nei Shi Teng looked at the civilians around and sighed. He knew that if he sent people 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 horseshoes beside her, Gu Nan turned her head, but saw Wei Zhuang riding beside her, raised his sleeves, silently blocked the stones and sundries, and looked at the road ahead.
The entrapment army that was walking behind also quickened their pace, blocking Gu Nan in the middle, and walked forward.
Amidst the yelling and cursing, amidst the chaotic rocks, the army marched towards the outside of the city.