Ten miles outside Anqing city.


    On the creaking ox cart, half of the children took hats and avoided the poisonous sun under the edge of the cart.


    A small face was also red because of the scorching heat. Wiping the sweat on the tip of his nose, the child poked his head out of the car curtain and looked at the long mountain road to ask questions.


    "Daddy."


    "I heard that the people who bought rice millet called us landlords. They said that as long as we gave money and silk to the officers and soldiers, we wouldn''t be caught. Didn''t we give them money and silk this time, otherwise why did we run away?"


    The woman sitting in the carriage looked at the child and sighed softly.


    "Money and silk are useless this time."


    "The rich Zhang family in the next village, except their old mother who is over seventy, have been arrested to the military camp. The money stuffed has been taken. These officers and soldiers are even more disgusting than bandits and robbers."


    Put your hands on the window and turn your head curiously.


    "Aung, brother a Liang was also taken away?"


    "Will he be as majestic as those officers and soldiers, dressed in armor and holding a long gun?"


    The curtain of the car was lifted, and the rich young man leaned into his head and looked lovingly at the upper half of the child.


    "Boy, remember that only soldiers who defend the country can get the support of our people. Those who break into their compatriots'' homes with swords and knives are just robbers in official clothes."


    "I, Lao Qin, have been living in Koguryo since the Tang Dynasty. I am honest and hardworking. I earn a lot of hard-earned money. I won''t easily send it to these bandits and bullies."


    The woman put a smile on her cheek, pulled the child to sit down, touched her head and looked at the man at the door of the car.


    "Well, well, xuan''er is only twelve years old. He doesn''t understand what you say."


    Then he took out his square towel, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and handed the square towel to the figure next to the door.


    "Hurry up."


    He took the square towel and casually brushed his cheek. When the curtain fell, a sigh came.


    "Yes! He is only twelve years old this year! Ah Liang has just celebrated his twelfth birthday this year. What crime has he suffered!"


    The next moment.


    The sound of driving sounded.


    The creaking car seemed to be getting on again.


    "But Lord Qin?"


    A cry came from the low hillside.


    Hearing this slightly joyful voice, the man in the carriage put his head out and passed by.


    A figure appeared in his slightly narrowed eyes. Lao Qin knew him. He was Lao Liu, a fellow in the fur business. He was given the nickname "three pieces", because since he opened the shop, he would sell three pieces of exquisite fur at the beginning of each month.


    "Three, where are you going?"


    The figure on the ridge glanced at the ox cart and smiled happily.


    "We are just like you."


    The ox cart walked slowly up the hillside and turned the corner to find that there were many people resting in the shadow of the ridge.


    Three fur sellers hold a family. Lao Hu, who is a birthday coffin, holds his potbellied wife. Lao Li, a carpenter in the next village, takes his mother who is over sixty


    Lao Qin was a little surprised. He jumped out of the ox cart and glanced at the coming eyes.


    "You... Are you all going to the border?"


    Three smiling look at everyone and turn around.


    "The Tang generals in Anqing city have issued orders to wear clothes and plough fields. Isn''t this life what everyone thinks?"


    "Think about it. We haven''t had such a life for a long time since his majesty gesuwen ascended the throne."


    The carpenter shook the wooden fan and took over the conversation.


    "Yes, you said it would be just a simple labor tax."


    "But now the court is completely wrong. I heard that the 11-year-old doll in the next village was also forced into military service. It''s still a child who doesn''t know the smell of papaya!"


    "I''m not afraid that these bandits will hurt the children in Jiannei''s house and be forced to leave the village."


    As soon as the voice fell, a voice with thin anger came from his side.


    "You don''t understand. Don''t talk nonsense."


    "Anqing city is now under the control of Datang. Several of my old friends also persuaded me to go to Anqing."


    "Today''s Anqing, under the leadership of the Tang general, has reformed farm tools to encourage farming. It is said that less than half of the grain will be paid in the coming year."


    "In my opinion, several cities in the future must look like this. It''s really fascinating."


    EH.


    A childish surprise came from behind Lao Qin.


    The figure leaping out rushed to the opposite, children of the same age.


    The encounter on the way didn''t let the two meet here. They happily took their arms and felt no sense of wandering in the slightest.


    The two children were playing in the eyes, and a touch of tenderness floated on Lao Qin''s face.


    "You see, children''s world is always so carefree, that is, now we are on the edge of war, but we don''t feel it."


    "If only there were no cold-blooded wars in the world..."


    In the cuff of the mandarin duck embroidered with brocade, a thin white rouyi stretched out and handed over the kettle. The woman''s words were particularly gentle.


    "The Tang General of the Tang Dynasty has written on the list that this will be a city without gunsmoke."


    "It must be possible to realize your husband''s long cherished wish soon."


    The figure standing with his hands turned his head, saw the outline of the city wall looming in the distance, and murmured.


    "Maybe."


    "Maybe this Tang will be our lucky star."