Liao Jin left.

He abandoned his official position and followed Palace Master Chang Ning away.

"That's Lang Jun's aunt."

Yi Niang hugged A Liang and said softly, "When he was in the palace, His Majesty loved her very much. It's a pity that Liao Jin, a fool, ruined her life."

Yi Niang probably wanted to say that all men are bad, but looking at Yang Xuan, she finally held back.

As soon as Liao Jin left, the space behind Jiedushi's mansion became vacant.

"Renovate it." Yang Xuan explained the matter and went to inspect it.

The autumn harvest is approaching, and the Northern Liao scouts are ready to take action.

Even a small group of horse thieves are watching, waiting to grab a handful after the wheat harvest.

Without food, horse thieves are just beggars!

Yang Xuan rode his horse and walked slowly on the official road with hundreds of riders.

"It's a good harvest this year."

The sunshine is good, and farmers are harvesting everywhere in the fields on both sides of the official road.

Even the children are helping and the dogs are running around as if they are very busy.

Yang Xuan dismounted and walked over.

"It's the deputy envoy!" a farmer said happily.

The farmers straightened up one after another, and Yang Xuan smiled and said: "When harvesting, even if the emperor comes, he still has to help with the sickle."

Wu Da handed over the sickle, and Yang Xuan bent down, holding a handful of wheat straw with his left hand and waving it with his right hand.

Whoosh!

The sharp sickle easily cut through the wheat stalk, which shocked Yang Xuan.

This is too sharp!

"Who bought this?" he looked up and asked.

Wu Da said: "It was sent by the King of Guards from Chang'an, saying that it was made by the King of Guards himself."

The old thief said: "I looked for someone to look at it, and they said it was a hundred steel makings."

Smelting steel to make a sickle...

Yang Xuan continued to harvest.

Until a field is harvested cleanly.

Lifting his waist, he found that the farmers around him were looking at him.

"Deputy is good at farm work!" said an old farmer: "We can tell at a glance whether we have done this or not."

Yang Xuan said: "In the countryside, when I was six years old, I worked in the fields with the adults. After I was ten years old, I was just like the adults, harvesting, beating, and doing everything. So I know! Every grain of food is hard-earned. , cherish it.”

"The deputy envoy was also born in a poor life?" Someone was surprised.

More miserable than you!

Yang Xuan asked with a smile: "This year's harvest is good, do you dare to plant more next year?"

The farmers were silent, and a woman who was more courageous came out and said: "There is no place to go if I don't use my strength, so it is better to farm..."

"Strength can still be used on women!" someone said obscenely.

Then he was chased by the old farmer beside him carrying his shoes.

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Continue."

The woman said: "I am just worried about the Bei Liao people in the north. The deputy envoy wants to ask, will the Bei Liao army go south next year?"

"I want to ask if our Northern Xinjiang Army can resist the invasion of the Northern Liao Army, right?"

Yang Xuan turned around with a smile, "I won't answer this question, let the soldiers do the talking!"

He pointed to a team leader who was accompanying him.

Zhao Yong did not expect that the deputy envoy would ask him to answer, so he said loudly:

"If the people of Northern Liao want to trample the crops in Northern Xinjiang, they must first trample over our corpses!"

Yang Xuan nodded, "Raising troops for a thousand days, using them for a while, the people have worked hard to feed the Northern Xinjiang Army, so how should the Northern Xinjiang Army repay them?"

"Kill the enemy!"

"Defend your home!"

The soldiers shouted loudly.

Yang Xuan's heart moved and he thought, the ideological education in the military must also be stepped up!

Ta-ta-ta!

The sound of horse hooves came from the front, and a group of scouts were galloping towards Taoxian County.

Uda led his men to intercept, "The deputy envoy is here!"

A team was being brought over and they saluted, "Deputy envoy, a team of rangers from the Northern Liao Army in Neizhou has arrived."

Yang Xuan was thinking about giving these farmers some reassurance, and said with a smile: "I have nothing to do, let's go!"

Ta-ta-ta!

Hundreds rode away.

The farmers are sluggish.

"The people from Beiliao are coming!"

Someone is dripping.

An old farmer shouted: "Hurry up and transport it away, don't leave any for the people of Bei Liao."

"Hurry up, don't wait for the Beiliao people to come, no one can escape by then!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the farmers began to be busy harvesting frantically.

The children who were noisy also followed the adults to work and tidied things up sensibly.

Even the dogs that followed their owners to the fields became much better behaved, gathered together, and looked north.

north.

That is the dream demon of Northern Xinjiang!

"Quickly, transport it back!"

Carloads of wheat were pulled back.

But there are still many in the field.

When the cart came back, it brought many old people with it.

"Aweng, why are you here!"

"I'm not old yet."

The old people also joined the harvest team.

Everyone looked serious, and even the most joking people kept silent.

No matter what year, northern Xinjiang is inevitably invaded by the Northern Liao cavalry, and it is impossible to prevent them. These Northern Liao people are targeting farmers.

Killing farmers, burning and trampling crops, burning down villages... all are to weaken the strength of Northern Xinjiang.

Ta-ta-ta!

The sound of horse hooves came intensively, and the farmers stiffened and slowly raised their heads.

The women have pale faces. Once the Northern Liao people come, the men will be killed and the women will be kidnapped, and their lives will be worse than death.

fantuantanshu rice ball exploration book

"Come on, big man!" the women were calling their children.

An old farmer listened attentively and said, "Shh!"

Everyone was silent.

The old farmer closed his eyes.

"It seems...happy?"

Ta-ta-ta!

The sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer.

A big flag flutters in the wind.

"It's Yang Ziqi!"
To be continued...