The successful princes who were awarded titles for their military merits: The emperor wants to beat us...
Yong was originally a commoner living near Jingchang. His family consisted of elderly parents, an older brother who was ten years older than him, an older sister who married far away, and a younger sister who was still in the boudoir.
My brother had already married, and his sister-in-law gave birth to four children. Unfortunately, only two of them survived after so many years. This was already a blessing from God. Yong's mother gave birth to seven children, but three of them died.
Yong always thought that his future would be the same as his brother's. When he was old enough, he would get married, have children, and live an ordinary life.
Until he was sixteen years old, the previous king died and the new king succeeded to the throne.
The change of the throne had no impact on ordinary people. They still had to pay taxes and spend every ordinary day facing the earth and working hard.
If the king had not recruited soldiers, Yong would not even know that the late king had been dead for several months.
Yong did not volunteer to be a soldier, but there was no one at home, and it was not convenient to ask his elderly father to go to the battlefield. As for his brothers, they had young children to raise, and Yong could not bear to see his young nephews lose their father.
There were a total of 800 conscripts this time, most of whom had similar backgrounds to Yong. Ordinary commoners had to wear rattan armor woven by their relatives for various reasons, staring at their worn machetes, and walked towards the conscript team in confusion.
Yong thinks about his future every night after leaving home. In the past sixteen years, he never spent extra energy on imagination. Now he has a lot of free time of his own.
Will he die?
He died on the battlefield, at the hands of an unknown, unfortunate person like him, and then his fellow villagers sent his belongings back home. His elderly parents cried for him, perhaps built a cenotaph for him, or perhaps all that was left for him was a mound of earth without any worn-out clothes.
Yong didn't know what the future would be like, but he knew it would be an extremely dark road without any hope, and only death would be waiting for him.
This is the ending that every soldier who leaves home knows.
Before Yong met Hu Youan, he thought his fate would be no different from that of most soldiers.
But Yong, who had survived Hu Youan's hands for a month and a half, now had completely different thoughts. He felt that he could go home alive! He even felt that he could take some money and food home!
Yong is now a little taller than he was two months ago, with a thin layer of muscle on his body. The worn-out machete has been replaced with a sharp sword, and the rattan armor has been turned into a lightweight iron armor. The iron armor is made of armor plates that protect the chest, limbs and head. The joints are all woven with rattan, which is cool, reduces weight and ensures flexibility.
He was one of the three hundred soldiers who followed the fortune teller to the East China Sea. The centurion said that they would arrive tomorrow.
Before nightfall, we found a place to stay for the night. It was a large open space in front of a stream. We set up a simple tent, a fire was burning, and an iron pot was placed on it, boiling water.
The evening meal was corn porridge with wild vegetables and wild game hunted in the woods. It certainly wouldn't fill me up, but luckily there was plenty of hot water.
"This iron pot is really a great thing. It boils water quickly and doesn't need to be burned for a long time. I just don't know how much it costs, but it must be very expensive."
Changzu, who was keeping watch with Yong, looked at Tieguo with eyes full of longing.
He hopes that one day he can buy an iron pot and take it home. If he has such an iron pot at home, it will surely attract the envy of his neighbors and relatives.
Yong nodded, he also thought the iron pot was good.
Yong and Changzu didn't know that there was no place to buy an iron pot outside. Outside of Jingchang, no one had ever seen an iron pot!
Even if those nobles could forge iron, they mostly used it to cast weapons and ornaments. They would never think of forging an iron pot, because at that time it was believed that eating with a tripod was a symbol of status.
No matter whether the food cooked by the tripod is delicious or not, the tripod is the most noble one anyway.
If Shen Zhiwei hadn't asked for an iron pot, the iron pot wouldn't have been born on this land yet.
"When we get there tomorrow, the centurion will definitely select someone to go check it out first. Yong, you run the fastest, so why don't you take the initiative to go?"
Changzu said with a chuckle: "If you go, can you call me?"
If they were ordinary soldiers under other princes, they would definitely not say a word. On the battlefield, if there was even a hint of danger, the soldiers would be very reluctant to do anything.
If they were not afraid of bringing trouble to their neighbors and relatives, they would have deserted before going to the battlefield. Some of them had no relatives or friends at home, so they would slip away when they found an opportunity.
You have to leave. Going to the battlefield means death, and surviving is no good. This kind of thing with only disadvantages and no advantages, as long as you are not stupid, you will avoid it.
The reason why Changzu took the initiative to bring it up is naturally because of its benefits.
Yong nodded immediately, saying that if he had the chance, he would strive to do something and would bring long-term benefits to others.
He and Changzu are from the same hometown and have a close relationship, so Yong is willing to take care of him.
"That's great! If I can achieve military merit before going to the battlefield, then I won't be afraid of dying on the battlefield."
Changzu clenched his fists, and his tense back relaxed a little.
Yong listened to his words, pursed his lips, and there was the same determined light in his dark eyes. They had never been to the battlefield, but they had the heart of a brave man.
It’s because Doctor Hu said before the expedition that those who have made contributions will be rewarded!
If you can kill the enemy, one enemy will have a field, ten enemies will have a house, and a hundred enemies will be promoted to a title!
Killing a hundred people sounds too far-fetched, but killing one person is something they can definitely do! If they can kill a few more, their elderly parents at home can get a few more acres of land.
If they are lucky and can kill ten people on the battlefield, they will have a house, fields and houses. Even if they are disabled, they will have the confidence to marry a girl!
With children, everything they earn can be passed on to them, making their many battles on the battlefield worthwhile.
There were quite a few soldiers who thought the same as the two of them. It could even be said that all three hundred soldiers thought the same way.
Perhaps because everyone had a desire to fight in their hearts, there was an inexplicable sense of depression floating in the camp at night, like a sleeping beast, even with eyes closed, one could feel the chill.
Gui Yang tossed and turned in such a camp, unable to sleep.
Excited, so excited.
His future prospects and everything in the future depend on how he performs tomorrow. If he cannot take this piece of land on the shores of the East China Sea, then he will have no future.
The king will definitely not use him again because he is too incompetent.
Gui Yang took a deep breath and sat up. Unable to sleep, she simply lit the oil lamp, picked up the bamboo slips beside her and began to read them.
This bamboo slip records the stories of the ancestors of the Gui family. Gui is a big surname with a long history. Among the princes in the world, there are at least twenty people with the surname Gui.
As a descendant of the Gui family, Gui Yang is unwilling to be ordinary, nor does she want to be ordinary.
The more he looked at the glory of his ancestors, the more excited Gui Yang became. When he was so excited, he even fell asleep.
Get some sleep, we have a tough battle tomorrow!
At the end of June, in the hot weather, most kings were drowsy every day. When they had nothing to do, they would hug their beauties, listen to some songs, hold banquets with their ministers, and talk about their expectations for the future.
The princes were either indulging in a life of drunkenness and dreams, or accumulating strength and preparing to take action.
On the last day of June, they all showed the same emotion - shock!
It was because two things came to their ears one after another.
One thing was that the emperor sent troops to take over the salt fields on the shores of the East China Sea in Jingchang. The original owners of the salt fields were either left in the sea forever or driven back to their respective countries in disgrace.
Another thing is that the emperor ordered the Marquis of Taisheng to hand over the city of Taisheng with both hands. If the city is not returned, the emperor will send troops to attack!
The confused and resigned king of the small country burst into tears after hearing the news. He cried because his fate was too similar to that of Tai Shenghou, and he was afraid that a similar order would be passed down to him at any time.
The kings of the big countries who were eyeing the world covetously called their confidants overnight to discuss the matter with their prime ministers, relatives and others.
They finally came to a not-so-good conclusion: the emperor might have to take back the world.
Because in the battle to retake the salt fields, extraordinary news was conveyed.
They heard that the emperor sent Taibu Yang to lead 300 soldiers into the salt field. The 300 soldiers faced nearly 2,000 guards at the salt field, and the salt field was defeated. Only few people escaped. It can be seen that the 300 soldiers were all elite soldiers.
They also heard that shortly after the battle, the 300 soldiers were granted land near Jingchang, and some were even rewarded with houses by the king. Some soldiers even said frankly that if they killed 100 people, the king would confer them titles!
Being granted a title, even the lowest one, means that one's social status has changed from an unknown commoner to a noble with a name and surname.
The value of this class leap is immeasurable.
Because no one has been awarded a title for military merit yet, most monarchs just listen to it and don't take it to heart. Conferring a title is definitely not that simple, and it is unlikely that anyone will be awarded a title in the short term.
What they were worried about was the emperor's attitude in this matter.
Jingchang became lively for a while, and many people from other places came to Jingchang to make a living. As to whether they came simply because Jingchang had a promising future in making money, it is unknown.
The idea of conferring titles for military merit was also Shen Zhiwei's.
Because Shen Zhiwei could not afford the money and food, for her, being granted a title was like getting something for nothing, which was much better than actual rewards of gold and silver. Her original intention was just to save money.
As for granting land as a reward, Shen Zhiwei thought it was no big deal. There were few people these days, and there were large tracts of unowned wasteland near Jingchang alone, so there was no need to worry about not having a place to grant land.
The house is even simpler. These days, houses and courtyards are all made of earth, and the cost is surprisingly cheap.
Rewarding land and conferring titles is not without disadvantages. It will eventually lead to the disastrous consequence of land annexation. However, there is no perfect policy in this world. All policies should be adapted to local conditions. The right time, place and people are the key.
Moreover, Shen Zhiwei believed that he would not be able to wait until the day when he would start thinking about how to solve the land merger problem.
Before that, she will definitely destroy the country! She swears!
While the princes were guessing the emperor's thoughts, Shen Zhiwei was waiting for the system to settle the account.
The special event ended early!
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