Loess broad field.


    The sun was burning. Under the clear sky, a row of carriages ran over the turf, leaving deep rut marks.


    The bare - shouldered houseboy shook his whip in the air.


    "Hurry, hurry! Mrs. Yan can''t wait!"


    Waving the banner of "Yin", it rolled in the wind on the frame, holding the guard of broadsword, and walked carefully on both sides of the team.


    The vagrants carrying their bags glanced at the big knife carried by the strong man in the lead of the team and automatically avoided it. They looked particularly afraid.


    The child holding the corners of the adult''s clothes looked curiously at the long motorcade, saw the ferocious face of the first man, clenched the corners of the adult''s clothes with some fear, and hurriedly looked away.


    Taking the crowd away, the child poked his head out from behind the adult and raised his tender cheeks.


    "Aung, why are these people going to the city? Don''t they have to go to the imperial city like us?"


    The woman looked away from the distant motorcade and reached out to touch the child''s head.


    "They have a lot of food that they can''t eat or take away, so they should stay in the city and take care of it so that they won''t be robbed by bad people."


    "Bad guys?"


    The child tilted his head in confusion, rolled his round eyes a few times, and then asked.


    "Are the bad guys from Tang Dynasty?"


    "Today, the uncle of the Li family said that Tang people were coming, so we moved out. Then they must be bad people?"


    "Are we moving out because we''re afraid of bad people?"


    The woman didn''t answer immediately. She seemed to be thinking. A moment later, she took the child''s young hand and walked towards Kuo Ye.


    In the slight sigh, simple words sounded in the creaking footsteps.


    "Nell, the Tang people will occupy our houses and rob us of our food. Naturally, they are bad people."


    "Tang people, like those uncles just now, have knives in their hands. We can''t beat them. Naturally, we have to be afraid."


    Looking back, Shuiling''s eyes stared at the motorcade entering the city, knew that the last carriage disappeared in the field of vision, and just turned his head.


    "Can these uncles beat these bad guys?"


    "Aren''t they afraid?"


    The woman who was questioned raised her face and looked at the position of the West. There was a dark flash in her eyes.


    The Koguryo army was defeated. The woman didn''t know how many soldiers and horses had gone to the front line. She only knew that the footsteps and the creaking sound of the wheels were common in the middle of the night.


    But such a large number of soldiers returned to the city only the dying life prolonging general.


    Recalling that the longevity extending general was covered with blood and dragged his broken arm, the woman not only shivered.


    Take back your thoughts, murmured the woman.


    "They are also afraid..."


    ……


    Yin family castle.


    Bags of grain were thrown onto the shoulders and backs of muscular strong men. The muscles with bronze color swelled in the sun. They struggled to carry heavy sacks and walked towards the backwardness of the hospital.


    In front of more than a dozen granaries in the courtyard, there were all long lines of people carrying the sacks.


    From time to time, the storekeeper shook the whip and sounded in the air, commanding the strong men to pile the sacks on their shoulders into a position in the cylindrical granary.


    On the distant corridor, the old woman of the Yan family sat steadily in the shade of the tree and asked her son who was shaking the Pu fan beside her.


    "How many bags?"


    "Six thousand three hundred bags."


    Hearing this number, the old woman smiled on her relaxed cheeks and said leisurely.


    "Almost. That''s the number."


    "We used to collect grain for the iron mansion. Now the iron general is gone. These grain can be transported on time. It can be considered that these assassins give me a thin face."


    The young man behind him did not smile. Instead, his eyebrows were locked and a touch of anxiety floated.


    "There must be a shortage of food and grass when Datang expedition comes. Those big families with food and grass will be watched by these evil Wolves of Datang, ranging from looting to harming their families."


    "Don''t say it''s a big family of thousands of mu. Even the landlord grain merchants will certainly be included in the list of two taxes."


    "My mother''s collection of grain is to set fire to herself! So much grain will bring disaster to our whole residence!"


    The figure on the seat didn''t seem to be frightened at all. Instead, he hid his dry palm between his sleeves and slowly leaned against the back of the chair behind him.


    The flesh skin falling from his cheek moved, and a cold hum gushed from his mouth and nose.


    "You young and strong, you still have too little experience and don''t have much concentration."


    "Businessmen stress a word of profit, and so is the battle of the Tang Dynasty. If they don''t die for fame or profit, what do they want?"


    Raised the sleeves embroidered with lotus flowers and pointed to the towering granary in the field. The old man''s words became strong.


    "Small families certainly don''t have much negotiating capital in front of Tang sergeants. If we are like them, we will certainly be robbed."


    "But in the Yan family, the warehouse full of grain, they are qualified to let us stand up."


    "This is not only the thing of the Tang army to save the people, but also the lifeblood of our family to save the whole family."


    The old woman put down her arms, and her hazy eyes swept through these cylinders, as if she were looking at her booty after dominating the mall.


    "There are cans of fire oil piled up in these granaries. If Tang Jun goes back on his word, this is the best gift for them."


    "We Yan family won''t do the abduction, but we can''t do without the determination of burning jade and stone."


    After listening to the words, the young man was shocked. Under his mind, it seemed that what his mother said was reasonable.


    But then for a moment, the young man was confused.


    "Don''t we escape the responsibility of the imperial city if we use rice millet for private use?"


    The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head slowly.


    "Bad, bad."


    "Now these groups of refugees have made the ministers of the Imperial City tired. There is no time to pay attention to our Yan family."