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One morning at the end of April, when Lin Jiawen got up to rinse his mouth, his wife Yao was sitting in front of the spinning truck, buzzing and turning the handlebars. A white spike of water chestnut had already formed on the spinning truck. Lin's mother had already gotten up and was rocking the spinning truck under the jujube tree in the yard where she lived alone. After rinsing her mouth with snow salt produced in Dengzhou, he sat on the recliner in front of the millstone that his deceased father liked to sit the most during his lifetime, and brought a cup of strong tea brewed, and started drinking morning tea leisurely and complacently.

After drinking a few sips of tea, Lin Jiawen picked up the long cigarette pole of the brass tobacco pot on the stone table and knocked on the soles of the cloth shoes a few times. Then he reached out to take a picture of the tobacco bag and put it in the brass tobacco pot. This brass cigarette gun was exchanged for the two little black puppies under his family's bitch in the north. Since the Qin army occupied Dingzhou, Jiumen Village, Jiumen County, a small village on the border of Dinger Prefecture, suddenly became the frontier of both sides. Jiumen Village is on the north bank of the Weituo River, and further north, the Zishui River, which never drys up all seasons, separates Dingzhen and two prefectures.

At the beginning, Lin Jiawen was like many villagers, full of fear of the Qin army on the other side of the Zi River. But his family business was hard to give up, so he stayed there. Gradually, he found that the Qin army in Wuji County, Dingzhou on the other side was not a group of cruel bandits as the officers and soldiers of the Chengde Army advocated. On the contrary, after taking the careful contact of the brave men, they also found that these Qin army were still bringing them great convenience and benefits.

For example, there is a Cao Market on the north bank of Zihe River. There are many Qin vassal merchants selling various goods transported from the east and then collecting various local products from them. Even when the years are not good, Qin merchants on the other side actually borrowed money and borrowed grain for them. Lin Jiawen was a resident of Jiumen Village who lived here for generations. Counting up, their Lin family was even of great origin.

According to the genealogy of the Lin family, the Jiumen Lin family was a descendant of Bigan during the Shang Dynasty. The descendant of the Shaoshi Bigan in the late Shang Dynasty was their founder of the village. He was also a descendant of Lin Fang, one of Confucius' seventy-two disciples. The history of Jiumen Village is thousands of years old, and even during the Anshi Rebellion, it was a famous ancient battlefield. Tang Dynasty marshal Li Guangbi once fought against the rebel general Shi Siming.

Over time, Lin Jiawen, like other villagers, had no fear of the Qin army and Qin merchants on the north bank. Instead, he often used some fruits and fruits collected in the fields, pears and dates picked from trees, even cloths and soles of women, and carried them to the north bank after dark, and then returned with some good and cheap things. Smoking tobacco was what Lin Jiawen learned in the grass market. After paying for the taste once, he couldn't throw it away. Finally, he used two puppies to exchange for a long cigarette pole made of brass pipe. He also exchanged two home-raised sheep for a bag of tobacco. Now Lin Jiawen's biggest hobby every day is to smoke a bag of cigarettes.

Lin Jiawen is only in his early thirties this year. His father died two years ago and was less than fifty when he died. He was forced to join the army by the German army, but he never returned. Like most men in this era, he died in a foreign land without returning. Lin Jiawen inherited the family business and had more than 100 acres of land at home. Although the tax levies are increasing over the years, he still barely survived. Especially after the Qin army stationed in the north, life here has become better and better. Now, he will sit in her house every night before his mother goes to bed and early in the morning when she wakes up.

The buzzing sounds of the two spinning wheels connected and overlapped each other, one after another, and rose and fell, and the sound of birds on the trees in the courtyard in the early morning, filling a calm and peaceful atmosphere into every corner of the Lin family. Lin Jiawen was immersed in this ancient melodious and fresh and cheerful music, and his muscles and bones were relaxed.

Zhao San, the only long-time worker in the family, took out the sickle from the house, fetched a basin of water, and carefully polished it on the whetstone in front of the door until the sharpened sickle was sharp and extremely sharp. Then he pulled out the pair of jujube horses from the cattle circle on one side. Since ancient times, they have been the production area of ​​war horses in the north. Hebei war horses are excellent war horses in the Central Plains. The Lin family has more than 100 acres of land and raised two horses to cultivate. Two jujube horses were pulled out from the circle and tied them to the horse tying stone. Zhao San walked into the courtyard with big strides and asked loudly about Xia Sheng.

Jiawen walked out and smiled at Zhao San, who was dark-skinned, and said, "You have a little tea first!"

Zhao San is an old man from the Lin family. His grandfather worked in the Lin family, and then his father and then to him, working in the Lin family for generations, and even his son is now working in the Lin family. Zhao San's generations are diligent, which is highly valued by the Lin family. When the Qin family gradually expanded southward in recent years, more and more servants of Zhuangke fled to the north to surrender to the Queen of Qin. After his father's death, Jiawen, who took over the Lin family, made a big decision. He returned the slave contract to Zhao San in front of Zhao San. From then on, Zhao San's family changed from a slave to a hired long-term worker. This action made Zhao San's family grateful to the Lin family, and had no other ideas from then on, and worked diligently for the Lin family.

Zhao San stood respectfully in the courtyard and said that he would not drink, but still asked about Xia Sheng’s arrangements.

Jiawen said: "The rice is growing well this year. Let him grow a few more days. We will harvest it in five days. We can't get it. I'll think about it. Then I'll go to Zhenzhou to invite a few wheat tourists to harvest it." Jiumen Village is located between the Weituo River, Zihe River, and Baidao River. The water of the Siji River does not dry up, and it is an extremely rare irrigated plain. Wuji County on the north bank of Zishui began to plant the extremely high yield of Hongzhancheng rice last year, with a per mu yield of four stones.

He went to see it in person. After seeing it, he was extremely moved. Rice is higher than wheat, not to mention that the yield is higher now, and the only requirement is water. What Jiumen Village does not lack the least is water. This year, he specially bought rice seeds from Wuji County, and all the more than 100 acres of land at home were planted with rice. Now, the rice is golden and can be harvested soon. According to the words of Zhao San, the Lin family's more than 100 acres of rice this year can harvest at least 500 stones of rice.

This situation made Jiawen and Zhao San very happy. After harvesting, they took all the rice in Chameng to Wuji and sold them to Qin Shang, and then exchanged them for more wheat. Part of them were handed over to the Chengde Fans' General Mansion. The rest would be saved and there would be no need to worry about food in the next few years.

After drinking all the tea for a few sips, Jiawen, Zhao San and Zhao San's son Xiaoyong carried a hoe and walked across the village road, leaving the village and down the river beach.

The fields have changed into another form. A few days ago, it was still green. In a blink of an eye, the green has turned into pieces of golden yellow, dazzling like yellow copper coins, and a harvest of sunkenness appeared under the river beach. Clear river water flowed through the ditches, and frogs jumped by in the rice fields from time to time.

The field was still wet, and Jiawen began to dig trenches for the rice fields with Zhao San and his son according to the method they learned in Wuji. Planting rice is not like planting wheat. Rice requires water, but after the rice is ripe, it also has to put dry water and dry the fields. That is the last procedure before the rice harvest. After a hoe, pieces of fertile soil were dug up with water, and the rice ears that had sunk for Xunxun were constantly shaking.

Zhao San picked a rice ear and counted carefully the number of grains on it. The rice ears were so long that there were more grains on it. After counting, he stuffed the rice ears into his mouth and chewed the rice fragrance. He was so excited that he burst into tears, "It's a pity that the master didn't see this day. With such rice seeds and this paddy field, the life of the Lin family will become more and more prosperous in the future..."

Lin Jiawen also nodded, yes, looking at the rice ears that were sinking into Xunxun, I was really happy.

Zishui North Bank, Dingzhou Wuji County.

A stream of smoke rose high in the bright sun, and a large army was rumbled.

The front was the border guards stationed in Dingzhou. Not far behind, there was a larger number of troops following them, and they were the militias that were summoned this time.

Nie Lieji rode the black war horse and wore the navy blue plate armor when he received the honors. He ignored the scorching sun at this moment. Although he was sweating all over, he was excited. Behind him was Zhao Tai. Behind them were the 3,000 people from Baima Town.

Among them were 500 people in the permanent militia battalion of Baima Town and 2500 people who came voluntarily. If it weren't for the number above limiting above, Nie Lieji could even bring tens of thousands of militias. In Nie Lieji Village alone, more than 100 militias and young and strong men who were not militias registered. In the end, there were 50 militias approved to accompany the army in the village, which happened to be a militia team, and the old village chief served as the militia captain. Nie Lieji was the mayor of Baima Town, so he was also the "main general" of the 3,000 people in Baima Town this time, and Zhao Tai was his deputy general.

Three thousand people headed south from Yizhou, riding their own war horses, their own weapons, chariots and horses, one by one, they were all magnificent.

"Master, there is Zihe in front. After crossing Zihe, it is Zhenzhou, the north bank of Weituo River is Jiumen, and further west is Zhending City, Zhenzhou where the vassal governor's mansion of Chengde is located."

Nie Lieji looked at the south side of the sky with clear clouds, and under the white clouds, there were golden pieces. This year, rice was basically planted on the calm border. At this time, the rice was ripe one after another, and it was golden and even more golden than the wheat fields.

He knew very well that Zhenzhou was the target of the field army, and their mission this time was to harvest rice.

"Stay on the spot and wait for the order. Everyone hurry up and eat, prepare the sickle guy. As long as the army passes orders and crosses the river, they will take action immediately." Nie Lieji shouted, and stated with great importance, "Everyone will take out all the energy to eat and try to cut more wheat. But there is a saying that you are only allowed to harvest wheat, not enter the village, and not robbery or rape. If you find that those who dare to violate the orders will be dealt with according to military law, that is, beheading your head, and you understand?"

Many militiamen had never really been to the battlefield, so Nie Lieji was extremely worried about their discipline. He robbed food to seize Hebei, but they must not burn, kill, and loot. This place will still belong to Qin's vassal in the future.

When the sun was in the middle of the sun, Lin Jiawen and Zhao San had already dug a very long ditch in the rice fields. A large piece of water from the rice fields had flowed into the ditch, revealing the moist soil under the rice seedlings.

After wiping a handful of sweat, Jiawen said to Zhao San: "Third Brother, it's getting late, go back to have a meal first."

Zhao San was still digging a trench, "Da Lang, let's go back first, let's dig this trench."

At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Lin Jiawen looked at the clear sky with a little strange look, "Why did it thunder?"

Xiao Yong had sharp eyes, but pointed to the north and shouted in surprise: "Dalang, Aye, it's not thunder, it's a soldier... You see?"

The two looked over the other side, and they saw countless smoke and dust rising on the dirt road in the golden rice fields to the north, and a soldier was rushing towards him. Among the smoke and dust, the descendants of Bigan, the young master of the Shang Dynasty, and also descended from one of the seventy-two disciples of Confucius. Lin Jiawen, who was farming and studying, saw it in surprise. Flying flags flew in the smoke and dust. On the flags, the Qin army, the characters Zhou, Liu, Wang, etc., were flying flags flying. "This is the Qin army!"

He was shocked. This was not only the Qin army, but also the ordinary Qin army. At least he had never seen these banners in Wuji County. Suddenly, he understood that the Qin army finally came over.

Zhenzhou, Zhending City. Yacheng Massacre Mansion Festival Hall.

Wang Jingyinzheng, deputy envoy of the Chengde Jiedu, and his brothers Wang Jingxian, marched by Sima and Boye Army envoy.

"The summer harvest is about to begin. This year's year is well and it is a good harvest. After this batch of summer grain is put into storage, you can eat it until the summer harvest next year." Wang Jingqing said with a smile.

Wang Jingyin also smiled and nodded. He had food at home and was not panicked.

"Brother, sending spies in the north to send back the news, it seems that there is something going on in the Qin army again."

"I guess there are many bluffs again. These damn guys gather troops at every turn. We are extremely passive. This year's spring plowing has delayed a lot. If we hadn't achieved good year, we would have to have big trouble."

"What should I do now? The summer harvest is about to be harvested soon, and it requires a large number of people. In recent years, a large number of people have fled to the Qin vassal state, and we have very little labor. If the army is gathered, especially the new recruits and civilians will not be released back, it will be afraid that the summer harvest will be delayed. If it is delayed, it will rain when the good food will be destroyed in the fields."

Speaking of this, Wang Jingyin also had a headache. In the past six months, the Qin vassal had already gathered four times, and this time it was the fifth time. Every time they were passive, and the troops gathered together, but the other party was silent. The Qin army had a strong foundation and they could do this in every few days, but Chengde did not have the confidence to do so at the moment. Although Chengde also had an elite standing army, more troops could not be completely separated from production. Especially in recent years, when a large number of farm slaves and those unlucky people kept fleeing to the Qin vassal, the new army they recruited still had to go back to the farm during the busy farming season.

It is now the summer harvest season, but the Qin army gathered again.

"First put all the recruited civilians and craftsmen back, let the local prefectures and counties arrange the food to be harvested uniformly. After the grain is harvested, leave food for the people, and all the rest of the government will be purchased in warehouses." After thinking about it, Wang Jingyin said that this was a compromise plan. The soldiers dare not put them back for the time being, but the food must not be collected.

"Look first, if the Qin army is just bluffing and when they calm down, we will send some soldiers to collect grain. If the Qin army comes this time, we don't need to panic if we have soldiers in our hands. Then we can gather the civilians." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a burst of rapid footsteps outside the door.

The chief guard panted and reported loudly, "Deputy Commander, it's not good, Qin army, Qin army..."

"What's wrong with the Qin army?" Wang Jingyin had a bad premonition.

"The Qin army is here!" The guard shouted loudly, looking panicked.

"Don't panic, let's talk slowly, where did the Qin army come from? How many troops are there, how many soldiers and horses are there, and who are the generals in charge?"

"Return to the deputy commander, Qin army, and Qin army came from all directions. From Taihang Feihu Mountain, the northernmost part of Zhenzhou, to Shenzhou and Yizhou, a large number of Qin troops suddenly came over in all directions. Even the Weibo border, a large number of Qin troops appeared. It is reported that Li Jing sent two generals to command the troops, Zhou Dewei attacked us Chengde as the commander-in-chief, and Guo Chongtao attacked Weibo as the deputy commander-in-chief. They attacked the entire line, with at least 200,000 troops and horses!"

More than 200,000?

Take a full attack?

Wang Jingyin and Wang Jingqi's face turned pale at once, and it was entirely possible to dispatch 200,000 people with the strength of the Qin vassal. Moreover, due to the feintings of the Qin army in the past few times, Cheng De did not pay much attention to the movements of the Qin army. The result was that when the Qin army had really come over, they reacted.

The military situation on the front line began to continue to repay.

The next day, Wang Jingyin and his brothers finally figured out the current situation.

The Qin army really came here, and it really launched a full-scale attack. From Yi Ding in the north to Moying River, then Cangjingde in the east, and then to the Yellow River in the south, there were Qin army attacking everywhere.

The Qin army's infantry, cavalry, and navy were launched in large quantities. Wei Bo and Chengde were basically surrounded now, and the border had long been broken through.

The number is far more than 200,000. To be precise, at this time, the Qin army dispatched a total of 100,000 combat soldiers from the north and south routes, as well as a total of 100,000 border guards and city guards that fought in concert. In addition, the Qin army actually carried a total of 300,000 militias with the army.

Almost immediately, all the forts on the border between Chengde and Wei Bo were captured, and thousands of people were killed and captured.

"Gather troops and horses immediately and recall civilians and craftsmen!" Wang Jingyin said coldly word by word.

The orders were passed down one by one, and Chengdezhen was like facing a great enemy and began to mobilize in full.

But at night, even worse news came back.

The Qin army's attack was unexpected. Instead of going deeper quickly, they separated the troops and horses. The main combat troops directly rushed to the prefectures of the states, while the border guards and the city guards respectively encircled and divided the military camps of each county. The number of civilians as many as 300,000 were wielding sickles to snatch the newly mature food in their fields, and then transported them back to the Qin territory continuously.

The Qin army field troops, border guards, and city guards rushed to the city, but were not in a hurry to attack the city. They just divided the troops into the Decheng cities with their fierce momentum and superior forces with their superior forces.
Chapter completed!