Xu Shiyang stood on the earthen wall of his own tung house, holding the trunk in his hand, squinted his eyes, and looked into the distance with a expressionless face.

He could clearly see a few black smoke pillars soaring into the sky at the end of his sight - after other forts were conquered, the perpetrators set fire to destroy the houses that they could not take away.

Although he could not hear any sound, he could imagine that under the smoke pillar, there must be many people howling in despair in the thick smoke and flames.

"The Tartars are here." Xu Shiyang, the lord of the 15th Tent Fort of the Xu family, kept muttering in a low voice: "Tartars!"

This word was just a derogatory term in his previous life, and the place where it appeared the most was online novels or various forums that favor military history.

But in this life, this word represents a real threat.

This is all you need to look at the castle people behind Xu Shiyang who were holding simple weapons and preparing to be the last struggle when the Tartars attacked.

As long as the earthen wall is broken, the next home is burned, the wife and daughter are insulted, and the descendants are plundered as slaves, they are themselves, and these nervous and trembling poor people.

"Don't be afraid of the fort master. In our remote area, there are at most a hundred Jin soldiers. They have broken through the front several forts and will not attack again."

Maybe I heard Xu Shiyang's conversation, maybe I just felt the tension of the villagers. The housekeeper in the fort, the thin old man named Hu Lanshan, came to the young master of the fort and said with a flattering smile:

"There are 10 sheep and 20 stones of grain in the fort. If you give them 5 more women, the Jin soldiers will definitely let us go."

Xu Shiyang turned his head and looked at him: "Woman?"

There was a deep disgust in his eyes.

"Yes, the soldiers outside the pass, whether they are the Jurchens or the Tatars, like women." The old man did not notice the young people's efforts to suppress their emotions, but instead said proudly: "It's just a woman, just give it to them, anyway..."

"Which women are given to them?" Xu Shiyang roared in a low voice like a wounded beast, "Whose wife? Whose daughter? Whose sister?"

"Ah?" Old Man Hu was stunned. He looked at Xu Shiyang who was almost crazy in horror: "I used to..., I used to do this..."

That's right, it used to be like this.

Giving the food you get from getting up early and going to bed late, giving the livestock you have worked hard to raise, and then giving the wife and daughter of the farmers below, the Tartars will be able to give their noble hands and not attack the fort.

No matter who the poor woman was thrown into the tiger's mouth, the castle owner and his dog legs could definitely be safe.

"This was done before..."

Xu Shiyang withdrew his gaze that seemed to be trying to choose someone and took a deep breath.

"call……."

Xu Shiyang reminded himself: This is not the highly industrialized society his soul once lived in. Here, all the morals and laws in his previous life are worthless.

Even the era he lived in was very different from any feudal dynasty in his previous life.

The tenth year of Jianxing in the Great Zhou Dynasty...

There was such an era in Chinese history?

Of course, Xu Shiyang is not completely unfamiliar with this world.

The end of every Chinese-style feudal dynasty was actually quite different—there were foreign invasions outside, mutual infighting within, the administration was corrupt, refugees were everywhere, the country's control over society completely collapsed... There are many more, but in fact, in summary, it is just one sentence: human life is not as good as a dog.

In troubled times, it is actually not difficult to understand the Han people who have been writing about history.

Therefore, Xu Shiyang, a soul from another world, adapted quickly.

"Master of the Fort?" Seeing that Xu Shiyang seemed to calm down, Old Man Hu said tentatively again: "Pick a few women to send them out?"

Xu Shiyang suddenly felt that he had become the focus of the entire Tunbao.

All the castlemen were looking at him with a straight look—a hint of fear, a hint of prayer, and a hint of resentment.

Xu Shiyang felt that he was about to be ignited by those eyes.

The cheap dad in this life gave him this fort for only 10 months, and the villagers did not trust him in him very strongly. Of course, in fact, even the old fortress owners would not regard him as their own.

Just as Hu Lanshan said just now, how could a bastard who gave the village woman to the Tartars every year get the trust of the villagers?

‘What’s the point of traveling to this era like others?’ For 10 months, Xu Shiyang has always emphasized this sentence in his heart, trying to change this damn world, even if it’s just the village around him, even if it’s just a little bit.

Now, the biggest test is here.

"Those Tartars have already captured several forts in the west, so there should be no shortage of population." Xu Shiyang made up his mind and said slowly: "Since that's the case, I will give 20 sheep and 50 stones of grain, and 20 jars of wine, so I will forget about it."

"20 sheep, 50 stones of grain?" Old man Hu looked at Xu Shiyang in surprise.

This number is almost half of an ordinary castle owner's annual income, plus wine...

It can be said that Xu Shiyang, who had just obtained this village for only 10 months, wanted to give all his income this year to the Tartars just to exchange for 5 women.

And I don’t know which five women they are, and I can’t even get their gratitude.

"That's all. You can bring wine and half of the food to talk to them first." Xu Shiyangqiang said with a smile: "As long as they agree, I will send the rest."

"But……?"

"No, but." Xu Shiyang interrupted Old Man Hu: "I don't have a population here, so I give them more food and wine. They should be satisfied, right?"

He said this with a smile, but Hu Lanshan felt that this smile made people feel cold from the bottom of his heart, as if a young wolf was staring at his throat.

Old Man Hu felt that as long as he said something extra, the young wolf would tear him apart and then another person would contact the Jin soldiers.

So he had to agree: "I..., I'll try..., it should work..."

"Go, call your son with you, and then take two mules to transport things." Xu Shiyang said: "The people in the village still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

...

Xu Shiyang looked at Old Man Hu and his son coldly, led a mule cart to the direction of the black smoke pillars rising from a distance, and gradually disappeared.

'Changes must be made, otherwise why did God let me travel through time?' Xu Shiyang kept repeating to himself in his heart: 'The worst thing is to die! Anyway, it's much easier to die directly in battle than to survive!'

"Xu Da!" Xu Shiyang shouted.

"exist!"

A half-aged man who seemed to be only 14 or 5 years old heard the call and came to Xu Shiyang's back. He knocked his heels as if he was decent, stood attentively.

This young man, known as Xu Da, is the child of a refugee. In this fucking era, he should have had no chance to grow up - if Xu Shiyang hadn't taken him in.
Chapter completed!