Dandere General and his Lord

Is there really such a cheap thing in the world?

People couldn't believe it, and the crowd buzzed with chatter. Many people secretly looked up at Cheng Qianye on the high platform, but no one stepped forward to try for a while.

Cheng Qianye said, "If you can do it, give fifty gold coins."

The temptation of fifty gold is too great. A burly and strong man suppressed the fear of the opposite king, separated the crowd, came to the front of the stage, and bowed his head: "The villain is willing to give it a try."

I saw him come to the front of the cauldron, stand with his feet crossed, his hands cling to the cauldron's belly, and he drank.

Sure enough, he lifted the tripod staggeringly, he circled the stage three times, and with a bang, he put the tripod back in place.

There was silence in the crowd, and everyone looked up at the monarch on the high platform just like the strong man.

I saw Cheng Qianye raised his hand slightly, stretched his sleeves, and said, "Reward."

Then one of the attendants held out a lacquer plate with fifty taels of gold shining brightly on it. Jiāo arrived in the hands of the strong man.

The man blushed and couldn't believe his luck. He fell to the ground and kowtowed again and again, almost speechless with excitement.

The crowd was like water pouring into an oil pan, and there was a roar of coaxing. Some people were excited, some were annoyed, some were jealous, and so on.

The man who read out cleared his throat, signaled everyone to be quiet, and pointed to several thick flagpoles on the square again: "The one who climbs to the top of the pole first will be rewarded ten gold."

As soon as the words fell this time, a dozen or so strong and vigorous people poured out from the crowd, eager to try.

In the end, a man who was good at this way happily received the reward.

Back in the crowd, several of his brothers quickly gathered around him, huddled with him, touched the bounty in his hand, and congratulated him in unison.

Then, in the eyes of people looking forward to it, the officer held out a roll of huángjuan, unfolded it in the wind, pasted it on the notice board, and read it aloud.

"Military merit is awarded a title!"

As Lang Guan chanted and explained, various voices gradually sounded in the crowd.

"Military merit award?"

"Cut off the enemy's head, and you can reward the field?"

"A first-class gentleman. You can get a lot of fields."

"A lot of taxes can be reduced or exempted from Level 2 and above."

"Twenty-level title."

"Slaves who have made meritorious deeds are also eligible to become regular soldiers."

"is this real?"

"Is it possible that the decree that the lord came to sing the blessing in person is fake?"

suburbs,

In a humble private house, a young woman patted the child on her back while busy surrounding the pot table.

There was a sound of coughing through the hole in the earthen wall.

"Er Niu, bring the medicine on the stove to your grandma." The woman shouted.

"Mother, I'm here." Er Niu was a six- or seven-year-old girl. She walked over with a toddler boy, carefully picked up the bowl with a missing corner on the pot table, and walked into the house.

The door curtain was lifted, and a dark-skinned, sturdy man, carrying a bundle of firewood, stepped into the house.

He frowned as he looked at the sparse brown rice porridge with wild vegetables floating in the pot.

"A Yuan, you're back." The woman wiped her hands on the apron, took the wood from the man's back, and said a little embarrassedly, "A Niang is still ill, and she has to drink medicine every day. , I had to save some on rations."

His man A Yuan was silent for a moment, then said, "A Juan, the lord recently recruited to Bianzhou. I... want to join the army."

The woman named A Juan was taken aback and looked up at her husband in amazement.

A Yuan said: "I went to the city today and I heard that the New Deal has been implemented."

"The New Deal? Is that a knighthood? It's being read door-to-door today."

A Yuan nodded: "Although it is dangerous to go to the battlefield, I have the strength. If I fight and cut ten heads and come back, our family can get a lot of fields, and a lot of fields that belong to us!"

He twitched his fist: "There are so many people in our family, we can only be divided into 100 paces of land, and every year we have to plant public fields first and serve corvée, no matter how hard we both work, it's only enough to make ends meet. ."

A Juan hesitated: "But, on the battlefield..."

Her man stretched out his rough and sturdy palm from years of hard work, and touched his wife's face: "The New Deal said that as long as you earn military merit, even if the man is gone, the son can inherit the reward. As long as I fight for my breath, Get a first-class gentleman back."

He glanced at the boy on his wife's back: "Our family is Arita after all."

at night.

in the slave camp,

People who have worked like cattle and horses all day, return to the dirty rest area.

Most of them were skinny and numb, queuing up to receive their own portion of inferior food.

Some old and weak people hurriedly stuffed the food into their mouths as soon as they received the food, so as not to be wantonly robbed by others on the way.

A sturdy and muscular man sat on the haystack with his eyes narrowed, waiting for his "little brother" to bring him food.

"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng."

Several young men sat around him with a little admiration and ingratitude.

This slave, known as Brother Sheng, had a ferocious scar across half of his face, from the bridge of his nose to his ear, and half of the ear was split open. The originally handsome face was distorted and terrifying.

"Brother Sheng." A thin man ran over with food, panting, and said excitedly, "Have you heard? New Deal! New Deal!"

"What's the new policy, you six monkeys are excited." A man on the haystack sneered, "What does the game of the nobles have to do with us slaves?"

"No." The slave nicknamed Liu Hou'er swallowed his saliva and took a breath, "I'm talking about it, Wang pushes the military merits and gets the nobility - behead one, get rid of slave status, and become a regular soldier! "

"What?" Several men sat up straight, and even Brother Sheng opened his cold eyes.

"Really, as long as we go to the battlefield and cut off an enemy's head, we are no longer slaves. We can be treated like regular soldiers!"

"How is it possible, we belong to the king's property, how can anyone in this world give up their property so casually. Could it be that the adults want us to go to Bianzhou to die, and they are afraid that we will not do our best and draw a cake to fool people." Sheng Brother said coldly.

"The notice is clearly written and posted everywhere in the city, and there are special non-commissioned officers explaining it in detail." Liu Hou'er swallowed, "I have listened to it for a long time, not only the abolition of slavery, but also the title of title. A total of twenty titles."

"Tell me carefully." Brother Sheng sat up.

"After becoming a soldier, if you cut ten heads off, you will be a first-class gentleman." Liu Hou'er said, clasping his fingers, "there can be a lot of fields."

"The second level is called Shangzao, and you will reward more things. The third level...the third level, I can't remember. Anyway, the more enemies you kill, the more rewards you will get. You have fields, houses, you can marry a wife, and you can reduce taxes. ."

Several of the slaves present exchanged glances with each other and felt their hearts pounding.

"It's even more different when you get to the fourth level and above. You have the opportunity to become a noble man and an official! Like the elder Ting, the stingy husband, etc., it is possible to sit on it." Liu Hou'er felt that he was afraid The dream of believing is full, "When the time comes, wearing new cotton clothes, holding a knife and holding your stomach, walking up and down the street, catching some small thieves, and every month you will receive white rice. "

The crowd laughed, "Just you monkey, do you still want to be an official?"

Liu Hou'er blushed, "Of course I can't be, I just hope that I can work hard, cut off the enemy's head, and get rid of this slave status, I will be satisfied."

"Of course, if you follow our brother Sheng, you can get a first-level gentleman, have a little land, and then go back and marry a wife, even if you die, it will be worth it." He touched his head, "The fourth-level and above titles , you won't get it unless you make great achievements, and we're not good at martial arts, and we don't have much knowledge, so we don't have to think about it."

"But our brother Sheng is different," Liu Hou'er replied in a dog-legged manner, "Brother Sheng has this opportunity, and he will definitely hope to reach the fourth- and fifth-level titles. At that time, he will become a pavilion in the village. The chief or the yamen in the county, bring us along with us to get some light, right?"

The crowd burst into laughter, and the news brought by the six monkeys seemed to cast a little fire in this boundless night, so that they could vaguely see the light, and it was no longer eternal despair.

At this moment in Bianzhou City, the Jin army in the city and the Quanrong troops led by Weimingshan outside the city have been facing each other for more than ten days.

On the inside of the smoke-blackened city wall, a notice with the seal of the king was posted.

Feng and dozens of slaves surrounded the notice, listening to the non-commissioned officer's content.

Ah Feng raised her head and stared at the line of words written in black and white.