Yichuan couldn't figure out how long he had been in this fence yard built by himself.

He only knew that he had been immersed in the rough work of ordinary people recently and enjoyed it. He seemed to have become more and more aware of how valuable the character of concentration is for ordinary people and practitioners.

The same is true for Mr. Li Zizhi and Asceticism. However, with Yichuan's participation, their labor volume has declined in recent days. They even started to focus on tea tasting when they have something to do, but what they said about the surrounding parents' affairs.

As before, the two of them drank inferior tea, which was no less inferior, and chatted in the fence yard with their rattan seats, but today they were not talking about family matters.

"Sir, it turns out that hard-working people can live a good life."

"Is that true? If I said that in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I agreed with this view, but in the Western Regions, it may not be!"

“How long have we been here?”

The gentleman did not answer this question, but turned his eyes to the distance.

With the cultivation of asceticism, I naturally realized that someone came outside their fence courtyard.

The person who came soon appeared in sight, either others or the three gangsters who had beaten up asceticism and rolled all over the ground.

The man led by the three gangsters was not old and had freckles on his face. After coming outside the fence courtyard, he kicked the wooden railing that he had worked hard to raise without saying a word and scolded: "My uncle had something to do a few days ago. Since you know that every household around you will pay tribute every month, you still don't take the initiative to look for me, just waiting for me to come to you. I didn't beat you up last time?"

Just now, ascetic, who can make life rich with hard work, looks ugly, Mr. Li Zizhize smiled slightly and said, "Yichuan, come in with me."

Yichuan was looking at the three of them with anger. He remembered that the wooden railing that had been kicked up by him with his own hands, but after hearing the words of his husband, he still suppressed his anger and followed him back to the house.

Walking into the hut that had been renovated several times, the neat decorations and the walls that had just been painted by hand made Yi Chuan feel better, but thinking that asceticism was being shouted by the three gangsters outside, he felt it was absurd, so he glanced at Mr. Li Zizhi.

Li Zizhi whispered: "No need to worry. The current head of the Holy See always knows what the Western Regions look like today. These words are useless. Only by letting him see them with his own eyes!"

Yichuan nodded. Although he didn't think he was smart, he also realized over the days that his husband should have made any agreement with asceticism, and this agreement seemed to be that his husband would win.

In the fence courtyard, Ascetic stood up and faced the three gangsters. They were unreasonable, but asked: "I really want to know why you should collect money from the people!"

The freckle-removing man in the lead raised his fist and hammered it hard on the ascetic face, whispering: "Of course it's up to the fist!"

Asceticism fell to the ground fragilely. Just as he was about to question, he heard many sounds of horse hooves.

The so-called sword-like guard from Stan State rode a tall horse into this remote countryside and shouted: "War in the Western Regions, dragon fruit is collected."

Although his voice was shouting, his voice revealed laziness and casualness.

Dragon fruit is a plant that will bear fruit in spring and late autumn. It is the ripening season for dragon fruit and the harvest season in this remote countryside.

After the people harvest the dragon fruit, they will sell it to the vendors. The vendors will sell it again.

And if they had no dragon fruit, their days would be extremely difficult.

However, the guards with swords naturally would not care about the lives of the people. After the command of the leader, more than 300 people rushed into the fruit forest not far from the village, behaving like robbers.

The people in the village walked out of their houses and rushed towards the fruit forest. They begged hard, trying to stop these people, but were knocked down by these sword-bearing guards.

Although the asceticism in the fence courtyard did not try to stop it, his heart was bleeding.

The fruit forest had an unusual meaning for him. Although the seedlings of the fruit tree were not planted by her, when the house was raining all night, he was afraid that the fruit tree would drown if it was too much water, so he went into the fruit forest and dug a ditch overnight.

Later on some days, the temperature in the Western Regions was too high, so he had to spray water on the woods. He carefully served the fruit trees like taking care of children, hoping that they would bear fruit.

However, these people who come today not only want to rob the fruits of their labor with many villagers, but also have to trample on their dignity.

Ascetic felt that he couldn't help it, but at this time the gentleman opened the door: "If you choose to admit defeat, then do it now!"

Asceticism almost shattered his teeth. The three young men who didn't know what they could hear were beyond words. They just thought that Asceticism was very hard last time, and this time they had to conquer him and swung their fists again!

Ascetic, he squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, endured the heavy rain of the fists of three young men, but his eyes looked at the guards with swords rushing towards the fruit forest!

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After a while, the three young men were exhausted and panting, and stood up with a bruised nose and a swollen face, watching the robbers of the Stan State gather together with countless large frames of dragon fruits filled with unrealized ripe yet.

The people in the village dared not speak out. Some children cried, but the adults covered their mouths and made an ugly choking sound.

The powerful guard with swordsman picked up a dragon fruit, wiped it, and took a bite. A red jam splattered on his hands. He wiped his hands, but the color of the jam was extremely thick, as if a blood stain had been wiped out.

He didn't know that what he ate now was the hard work of the villagers. He only knew that this batch of fruit was sent to the missionaries of the Holy See, making a contribution to the Western Regions' attack on the Tang army, and his position might be mentioned again.

This is true in most small countries in the Western Regions. The environment for the fittest has taught many people to use any means, and has also caused many people to lose some of the most basic morals of being human, just like wild animals.

Asceticism finally did not take action, watching the robbers riding tall horses away from the village. The three breathless young men around him seemed to be no longer interested in beating him, but followed the robbers away from the village in disappointment.

After they left, a gust of spring breeze blew in this originally not-rich village.

The spring breeze blew towards the fruit forest, but there were no heavy fruits in the fruit forest, only the broken leaves rustled.

After the spring breeze, there is spring rain. However, this rainwater that should have urged the fruit to ripen quickly only nourishes the soil full of robber footprints.

This spring is a bit annoying!

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Early spring in Nanzhou came earlier. After several spring rains, the spring breeze blew through unknown distances.

Huang Zhenfeng left Nanzhou ten days ago, leaving behind a bloody place.

The one who accompanied him was Xu Sande, the largest worshiper of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but Xu Sande seemed to be worried about Nanzhou and asked: "Lao Huang, why are the Western Regions not working in both ways? If the three prefectures of the prosperous Tang Dynasty face wars, the pressure will only increase!"

Huang Zhenfeng rode a fast horse, rolled up her sleeves and bumped with the horse's running and bumping happily. He said, "I dare not."

Don't dare?

This word seems unconvincing to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which is now under two sides.

But Xu Sande immediately figured out the truth. After all, the Western Regions were not a great wilderness. The internal internal forces of the Western Regions were very complicated. If they were divided into two groups, they would not be able to defeat one state of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Although the 100,000 troops in the Western Regions were coming in full force, the entire army of the prosperous Tang Dynasty understood that the statement that one soldier in the prosperous Tang Dynasty beat the three soldiers in the Western Regions was no exaggeration. With the arrangement of troops and formations, the execution ability of the entire army, all the prosperous Tang Dynasty exploded.

Today's war has become essentially different from the past. In addition to the high-end combat power tacitly abide by some checks and balances rules, the small and medium-sized elite teams of the military are the most fundamental factors that can finalize the outcome of a battle.

There was no shortage of elite teams in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but the Western Regions lacked them, so naturally they did not dare to divide the troops into two groups!

Xu Sande nodded and said, "I think it seems that the Great Wilderness is stronger than the Western Regions."

Huang Zhenfeng did not deny this, but said: "At least the people of the Great Wilderness can be united, but the Western Regions cannot."

The conversation between the two ended here, and the speeding fast horse finally got a chance to breathe after entering the range of the wing.

And this opportunity to breathe comes from the fire in the north of Yizhou.

Huang Zhenfeng and Xu Sande looked at each other, and they knew that the Great Wilderness might have launched a general attack at this time, so they couldn't help but urge the horse that was spraying white air.

The horse ran wildly, bringing a breeze.

When the two could already see the outline of Jiyiguan, the dazzling starry sky suddenly dimmed and was covered with dark clouds, which further highlighted the stalemate of Jiyiguan's war at this time.

Countless roars mixed with the sound of gold and iron clashing, and Huang Zhenfeng said, "I hope it's not too late."

Xu Sande faced him silently. Although he had not arrived at Yiguan, the smell on the battlefield had already come. This smell was very familiar. This smell made him excited, who had lived Anxin for 30 years.

Huang Zhenfeng seemed to notice the changes in Xu Sande and said, "You are indeed willing to fight."

Xu Sande nodded solemnly and said, "I am good at this too."

"There are ten golden tribes in the Great Wilderness."

"What does Huang Lao mean?"

"Give you three."

Xu Sande nodded heavily and said, "Okay!" but he didn't feel any arrogance.

The rain as big as beans finally fell along with the speeding horse, and it became more and more rapid.

The rain is accompanied by the whistling wind, without spring, and a bit bone-permeable.

This spring, the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Yiguan, ushered in the bloodthirsty general attack from the Great Wilderness, and the border troops on the city walls used any means to harvest the lives of the Great Wilderness people.

However, the dense and fearless people in the wilderness were stepping on the bodies of their companions, accompanied by the spring breeze and the spring rain, which made the prosperous Tang Dynasty feel annoying in the Yiguan! (To be continued...)
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