Chapter 650 Why didn’t you say so earlier!
"That north?!" Yang Laosi opened his mouth wide, pointed his finger to the north, his face full of surprise.
"Yes, that's the Bei." Yang Lan looked solemn and calm, but in fact she was extremely nervous.
The villagers of Hulu Village are quite honest. They did not participate in the uprising with the intention of overthrowing the imperial court, but because they could not survive any longer and wanted to have a full meal before they died.
But no one expected that that ordinary civil uprising would snowball and almost become uncontrollable.
Yang Lan clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves and looked at the silent people in the ancestral hall.
Would they work with me? Or would they report me? Or would they withhold my food and drive me out of the village?
"Ouch!"
It was Yang Laosi who broke the silence again.
He slapped his thigh hard with his hands, regretting it deeply: "Brother Lan! You should have told me earlier! If you had told me earlier that you had defected to Duke Yun, I would have joined you a long time ago!"
Yang Laosi's words were like turning on a faucet. Everyone chattered and their faces were filled with excitement.
"Brother Lan, I heard that under the rule of Duke Yun, the government provides seeds, guides farming, and only collects 50% tax. Is this true?"
Yang Lan: “Really.”
Everyone became even more excited: "I heard that there are no Yaqianyi there, is it true?"
"real."
After that, no one asked Yang Lan anything. They were immersed in great surprise.
"The last time I went to the county town, I heard from a passing caravan that every household in Yunzhou has a kang, which is very warm in winter and you can go shirtless in the house."
"Impossible? Even if there is a kang, where can we get so much firewood?"
"Can I still lie? There is a charcoal yard in Yunzhou. The price of charcoal is cheap. In addition, in winter, a special logging area will be set aside. With a logging coupon, you can cut 50 kilograms of firewood. A logging coupon is only 30 cents."
Fifty kilograms of dry firewood is enough to last for a long time.
The kang in Yunzhou is connected to the kitchen, making the house warm as spring while cooking.
"Hezhong County is also lucky! My sister's in-laws' cousins fled to Hezhong County. They thought they were doomed, but two months ago they asked someone to bring a message to their family. They said that Hezhong County distributed land to the refugees, exempted them from taxes for two years, and provided interest-free loans for building houses."
As he spoke, the villagers showed envy on their faces: "He has now settled down in Hezhong County, has land and a house, and has even married a wife. He lives a happy life like a god."
Not only was he envious, but other people were also envious.
A wife, children and a warm bed, isn’t this their lifelong dream?
Someone asked, "Why didn't he let your in-laws go to Hezhong County to live a good life together?"
The villagers often sighed, "Why not? Our governor refuses to let us go! It's extremely difficult for us to leave the county normally, let alone go to Hezhong County!"
Isn't that the truth?
"I also want to go to Hezhong County. Unfortunately, after Duke Yun took over Hezhong County, he stopped fighting. Alas!"
Muramasa took a thick branch and poked the fire to make it burn more vigorously.
There were two large clay pots on the fire, the snow inside had all melted and was emitting steam.
Muramasa stretched out his hand and took out a handful of rice from the grain bag next to his feet. He wanted to shake it out of habit, but he didn't know what he thought of. He threw the handful of rice directly into the pottery jar. Not feeling it was not enough, he grabbed another handful.
The surrounding villagers swallowed involuntarily when they saw Muramasa's actions.
What's wrong? Can't live like this? So generous!
Muramasa's eyes fell on the bubbling water and he asked Yang Lan, "If we really start a rebellion, will Duke Yun accept us? What if we end up like last time..."
After hearing Muramasa's question, Yang Lan made up her mind and let out a long sigh.
"I have asked Duke Yun about this question. He did not play dumb and directly promised me that if we succeed, he would reward us according to our merits. If we fail, he would also send people to meet us at the border."
Yang Lan gave everyone a reassurance: "Besides, this time, we are not fighting alone. As long as we take action and the situation becomes chaotic, a mysterious force will provide us with supplies and help us fight!"
Everyone was shouting with excitement, their blood boiling, and they hardly felt the cold outside.
After the excitement, they looked at Muramasa eagerly.
Even the old man who had been lying in the corner sat up tremblingly and said in a leaky voice: "Er Dezi, why are you still hesitating?! Give it a try, what if you can find a way out?"
The muscles on Muramasa's face trembled. He suppressed his inner excitement and asked tremblingly, "Is it really the Duke of Yun? Can you see her? Don't be fooled."
Yang Lan pointed to the sky with her right hand and swore: "I swear to the heavens that what I said is not false, otherwise I will be struck by lightning and my soul will be scattered! At the beginning, I was imprisoned in the Kyoto prison, and the person imprisoned opposite me was Su Dalang, who was very kind to me!"
Muramasa breathed a sigh of relief, this now made sense!
The opportunity is right in front of me. If I don’t seize it, I will be ashamed of my ancestors in the Wang family and I will not be able to face them even after I die!
"Okay! We'll do it! Xiaoqi, Xun'er, go to the next door Wuhong Village. Uncle Qi, your eldest daughter married into Gouweiba Village, please go there..."
Snowflakes danced leisurely in the air, each one looking like the scythe of the god of death.
The sky and the earth were covered in silver. This was a snowstorm that only happens once in a century.
It continued to rain for ten days and ten nights, with no sign of stopping.
The poor people of Henan County who were struggling to survive huddled together in despair. Not only were their hands and feet frozen stiff, but even their heads were numb.
On such a snowy day, one figure after another set out from Hulu Village and ran to the nearby villages.
The footprints on the country road were gradually buried by the newly fallen snow, leaving no trace.
…
The urgent letter from Li Sui, the governor of Hezhong County, which was eight hundred miles away, soon appeared on the young emperor's desk.
In the hall, the surrounding walls of fire exuded warmth.
There was no snow in Kyoto, only a cold wind.
Even though the door of the hall was closed, it was so quiet inside that everyone could still hear the whistling wind outside.
The young emperor sat in a chair, breathing heavily. His mind was like a ball of roasting charcoal, constantly crackling and bursting under the furnace cover.
Master Tong, who was standing below, put his hands in his sleeves and closed his eyes to rest.
Lord Li wanted to find a way out for the young emperor, but his brain was spinning like smoke, and he couldn't come up with a reasonable reason. He could only swallow his sigh.
The Minister of War and the generals who were urgently summoned acted like wooden men, with their eyes looking at their noses and their noses looking at their hearts.
They were angry in their hearts.
They admitted that they were not as good as Duke Yun, but His Majesty made the decision on his own without even asking for the opinions of the generals in such a big war.
Who is he looking down on? Isn't this just a slap in the face to these generals?!
Now, Your Majesty has also been slapped in the face.
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