Chapter 550: May Day Special Chapter: Labor is the most glorious

Although Liyang, Puyang and Neihuang Prefectures in Qi State are between the Dahe and Jibei River. Although they have to endure the pain of yellowing from time to time, creation is fair. After the flood recedes, fertile soil will be silted out, and the crop harvest will be much better than other prefectures.

Especially this year, the weather was good, and He Bo was also very satisfied with the tribute. He did not overturn the crimes and did not flood the land. He allowed the simple people to sincerely thank God for their gifts... Although the river flooded last year, displaced millions of people, no one remembered the grudges of his old man.

It seems like the finishing touch. A good rain a few days ago made the rice grains more round and full, and it was about to fold the rice poles. The autumn wind brought a slightly cool breath, swaying the golden rice ears. Looking at it, it looked like a golden ocean. It tells people that the time for a good harvest is here!

There is a saying that it is 'a autumn rain and a cold'. The temperature in autumn drops very quickly. Maybe I was wearing a single clothes yesterday, but I had to wear a jacket tomorrow. If I don't take advantage of the warmth of the weather and return to the warehouse as soon as possible and freeze the rice grains, the effort of a year will be in vain.

There were everywhere in the fields, sweating profusely everywhere, the boys who helped work, the peasant women who delivered water and food, and even the father-in-law who was in his sixties or seventies, who followed suit. Everyone was busy and worked tirelessly, but their smiles were extremely satisfied.

Although no matter whether the harvest is good or bad, the rent for Panax notoginseng and the tax on 11th are fixed, but if you buy more grain, you can keep more, right?

Judging from this, it is no problem to collect more than three or five stones this year. Yellow River rice is of excellent quality, fragrant and delicious, and merchants from all over the country are flocking to it. The market has always been strong, and they are not afraid of not being able to sell at a good price.

The farmer and the peasant woman who worked in the fields thought that in addition to paying off the rations and last year's debt, she could still look like six or seven hundred kilograms left. She should be able to tell her second son that her wife is already eighteen, and it would be a joke if she doesn't marry her wife.

Thinking of this, the couple looked at each other at the same time, their eyes full of joy.

The man stood up with a smile and wiped the sweat with the towel around his neck. The woman quickly put the big white bowl on it and took it over and said, "His father, drink some water and take it off."

"No, cut another ridge!" The man took the big white bowl, raised his head and gushed down, and the cold boiled water flowed from his cheeks and neck to his strong chest, shining in the sun.

He drank the water in the bowl in one go. While wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the man handed the bowl back to the woman. His eyes were inadvertently looking into the distance, but he was stunned.

The peasant woman wanted to take back the bowl, but found that the man did not let go at all. She couldn't help but lower her head and said, "Dad, stop making trouble, there are too many people here." As she said that, she mustered up her courage to look up and mosquitoes and said, "When the sun sets, you can kiss you enough..." But she saw the man's face beads of sweat rolling, her throat trembling violently, and her eyes staring straight into the distance. It was obvious that she was not moved, but was shocked.

"What's wrong with his father?" Following the man's gaze, the peasant woman looked from afar and saw rolling smoke and dust appearing in the sky...

"What is that, his father?" the woman said in surprise: "Is it a sandstorm?"

"Cabin, the cavalry of the brigade!" Before the man could speak, his old man who had served on the border spoke first: "It was for us!"

Qi State has a clear statement: The army is not allowed to go on horseback in the fields, and those who violate the order will be killed!

On both sides of the river, rice is fragrant, and a bumper harvest is not only for Hebei, but also for Henan.

The autumn is high, the clouds are gone, there are only endless wheat fields.

There are countless laborers harvesting in the wheat fields, but the atmosphere is extremely depressing. The man who bent down to work is dressed in tatters and has a vegetable face. Many people even have bruised noses and swollen faces and scars. A small group of them even wears shackles.

In the fields, there were teams of soldiers patrolling soldiers. They were divided into several small groups, holding big sticks with iron hoops, holding big wolf dogs, and patrolling the fields. Once they found that they were lazy, they would immediately serve them, or let the dogs bite people, and they didn't care about the lives of the workers... or the lives of slaves.

There are also some sentry with fixed alerts, and there is a sentry every hundred feet. With a big wolf dog, it is surrounded by a radius of 3,000 acres of farmland, which is hard to fly.

Although the guard was very strict, the atmosphere was not tense. The soldiers were talking and joking, making jokes about cooperation, and even some people were patrolling and drinking, which looked very comfortable.

Only when they met an old army with a sad face would the soldiers be a little restrained, because they were the highest commander guarding the place, the second team leader of the 9th Battalion of the 2nd Town, the 3rd Town of the Daming Prefecture of Daqi, Liu Basen, too.

Liu Bazhong was in his forties, and before joining the army, he was named Liu Shanyao. He participated in the battle against Qin twenty years ago. Although he only went to Qin for a walk and did not make any contributions, he had qualifications after all. With this qualification, he was promoted to the Chief of the Army after the war, taking charge of the 3,000 acres of military farmland in Wushan Village, Xiajin County, Daming Prefecture, and the 600 garrison troops who cultivated these 3,000 acres of land.

But Liu Shanyao was not satisfied. He always felt that he had made great achievements and should at least be a guard to be worthy of his merits. But for twenty years, he had not taken any further steps except for removing the word "dai" in front of the general...

Liu Shanyao is so unfair. For many years, as long as he has been lifted out of custody and went to Daming Mansion, he will go to seek justice from the guerrillas, hoping to solve the problem of garrison quota for himself.

However, in Shangguan's eyes, his commander was just a farm manager. The guards had to train troops and lead troops, which was completely unrelated to each other, so naturally they would not agree. At first, they were willing to persuade him, but later they became impatient and simply refused to let him in.

Liu Shanyao was so angry that he didn't want to live anymore.

The commander sighed all day long and looked frowning. His subordinates naturally felt uncomfortable, so he had to give him advice: "Sir, do you think you are giving some gifts?"

"Have you given it?" Liu Shanyao said innocently: "I give it to you every time."

"You can't give that!" his subordinate said disdainfully: "Just tell me last time, what was that you gave?"

"Ten-8 pounds of river carp, eight five-pound rabbits, ten-pound dried mushrooms, and six pounds of fresh astragalus," when he said this, his old face with a wide range of gullies was full of heartache: "Oh, there is also a living monkey, these things are enough to marry two wives!" After all, he was a big landlord who was in charge of three thousand acres of land, and he was still very useful.

"Hey, in the eyes of our village households, you are naturally treasures." The subordinate sneered: "But how could the high-ranking officials in the city take these things seriously?" He said, twisting his fingers and said: "You have to be a little serious!"

"What's the real thing?" Liu Shan Yaojiang's purple face was full of confusion.

"I said, sir, where have you lived in the past forty years?"

He was addicted to hearing his ridicule, and Liu Shanyao said with a stern face: "Damn it, let's talk nonsense, so I'll push that thousand pounds of feces."

He was so scared that his subordinates begged repeatedly and did not dare to keep him in a silence: "That's what Shangguan likes. If he loves money, he will be filial to the real gold and silver; if he thinks he is noble, he will give him some antique calligraphy and paintings; if he is lustful, he said, and said with a sharp smile: "Let's go to Hebei to buy some high-end thin horses and send them there. How do you think you are so young?"

With a 'bang', he answered him with a loud big mouth. He only heard him cursing angrily: "Sun, I deserve the garrison, why should I give them gifts?"

"Didn't you give me a carp and rabbit?" The subordinate muttered inexplicably, covering his cheeks.

"That's different. You can't go to the door empty-handed. I'm just bringing some local specialties, so I can't give gifts." Liu Shanyao shook his head and said, "I deserve the garrison, and I will never give gifts."

After he complained that the boy was bored, no one was willing to give Liu Bashang a suggestion. Liu Shanyao didn't care. He persisted in petitioning, believing that he would receive fair treatment sooner or later. In order to make his ambition, he even changed his name to Liu Shoubai, which may be because of his despair and wanted to get over his mouth first...

When he went to Daming Mansion to receive these slaves the day before yesterday, Liu Shoubei petitioned the general again and came back in a mess again, so he naturally felt less good. But his subordinates were used to it and knew that after only seven or eight days at most, the general would naturally be freed from the shadows until the next petition, so no one paid attention to him at all.

The depressed general Liu Shoujie walked in the field with his hands behind his back. He was about to sigh a few times when a worker passing by him suddenly fell to the ground, tripping General Liu Shoujie to eat shit, which hurt him so much that he couldn't get up.

"Damn it!" The follower gave the worker a whip and scolded, "Don't you have any eyes?"
Chapter completed!