Since then, he has been the captain of the farm guards, and the wounds on his body still flare up from time to time, but the sister who always secretly fished out food for him from Songpa's house has disappeared.
"Boss, a war? What kind of war? Aren't they bandits? Can bandits attack our village?"
The farmhand who had just complained held his hatchet tightly, seeming to be very nervous about the bandits' attack.
"What bandits? Haven't you heard what others say? The Khmer are dead, the king is dead, and now the throne in Thai capital belongs to the Qinghe people. Now the Qinghe people are about to attack us, and the masters want us to stop them."
"What?"
No matter how ignorant the farmers are, the people in Taijing City will always know about it.
"Without Taijing, how can we stop it?"
The farmhand who had just arrived complaining even lost the desire to continue patrolling and sat down on the ground.
"Get up quickly, are you trying to kill yourself?" The captain kicked him on his butt, which had no flesh at all. As he was wearing tattered straw sandals, he even felt pain on the instep of his foot from the butt.
"If you don't get up now, and the masters see you, how many bites can you withstand from that dog?"
The patrol team continued to move forward, but their steps became much more disorderly.
"Boss, the masters have rung the bells and lit the beacon fires, so why haven't the tenants from the villages come to help? The soldiers from the county haven't come either."
another person asked.
This is also an issue that everyone is very concerned about.
In the past, if something happened in the village, as long as the alarm was sounded in the village, the tenants from various villages and the garrison in the county town would rush over in less than half a day. Whether they were capable of fighting or not was another matter, but the sheer number of people looked particularly scary. In the past, many times when bandits wanted to rob, they were driven away in this way.
"County town? The people from Qinghe are now the county magistrates. They are the ones who are going to attack Zhuangzi. Are you still waiting for the soldiers?"
The captain curled his lips.
As for the situation in each village, these people don’t know.
Since Qinghe's troops blocked all roads out of the village, no news from the outside could get in and the people inside could not get out, so everyone was completely in the dark about what was happening outside.
The captain knew what was happening outside.
He just came back from outside yesterday afternoon.
Originally, he just went out to help Songpa's family pass a message. After all, the eldest young master's birthday was coming, and it was reasonable that each village should prepare gifts for the eldest young master.
Of course, we are all family, so the gift doesn’t need to be too formal, as long as the affection is there.
The eldest young master's original words were: "Whether it's a virgin girl of 28 or a man in tiger or wolf skin, it's all fine. I'm not picky."
As a result, he was caught red-handed by the officers and soldiers from Qinghe.
It was during that half day that he saw scenes that he had never imagined in his life.
The managers sent by the Songpa family to various villages were like local tyrants. They were tied up and thrown on the stage. The Qinghe officials burned all the documents stored in the village in front of everyone, and then issued new land deeds to each tenant, which were stamped with the red seal of the county magistrate.
He watched in bewilderment as those even more bewildered tenants took over the land deeds and suddenly became self-employed farmers with their own land.
He knew almost all of those people. They were all poor people whose ancestors had never seen a copper coin or had never had a full meal for three generations. Even in such an occasion, many of them had their buttocks exposed.
But such a person became the person he envied the most at that moment. He even felt that all the sunshine in the sky was shining on those lucky people, while he was the only one in the cold polar night.
Yes, he also cultivates dozens of acres of land.
Songpa's land.
Those lands were just outside Songpa's farm, so he was a farmhand, not a tenant. But it was also for this reason that Songpa's farm had high walls and fortifications full of pits, which prevented the officials who divided the land from entering, so he was still a farmer.
He saw with his own eyes that the tenants, holding the land deeds and in a frenzy, reported the crimes of the steward one after another. They took off their clothes and let the officials check their scars.
They held up their bloody shirts, accusing the steward of cruelty;
They opened the door and let the officials see with their own eyes what it meant to be penniless;
They dug up the steward's cellar, rescued the imprisoned villagers, and dug out a mountain of grain.
The most cowardly among them shouted that blood must be paid with blood.
When the Qinghe official, Liu Da, loudly announced the death penalty for the official, the villagers rushed to the stage, beating and biting him...
When the crowd dispersed, only a pool of blood was left on the stage, and not even a piece of meat could be found.
He did not dare to say that the Songpa family's farm still had the deeds to this village, nor did he dare to question the validity of the Qinghe people's deeds. He knew very well that at this time, anyone who dared to take these lands away from the tenants who had just obtained them would probably only turn them into a pool of blood.
He was very worried that he would also be executed by the people of Qinghe, after all, he was from Zhuangzi.
As a result, the people from Qinghe just checked his clothes, the calluses on his hands, and the wounds on his waist, and then untied him. An older sister named Song Wusao also brought him a full bowl of rice, white rice, without any stones or chaff, and no smell of mold.
Mrs. Song Wu told him to go back to the farm first, make preparations, and help respond when the time comes.
"Qinghe will not let any bad guy go, and will also help every good person. You go back first and wait for us. We will come after we finish the things in the village."
Song Wusao said so.
He nodded.
He didn't understand the big principles, but this was the first time he had eaten white rice in more than 20 years, and he was very full, so he felt that he should be sensible and think that if he ate other people's food, he should sell his life to them.
It’s just a matter of time!
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