Chapter two hundred and sixty-eight of doing good deeds, blessing the descendants of Mian
Although the sun has not risen yet, the fires burning in the wilderness have illuminated the sky red without any darkness. However, such light brings endless pain, and the sounds of crying come and go.
Because all the wheat fields were set on fire, all the farming in this village for more than half a year was reduced to ashes and burned.
"Uncle Chen!"
Feng Zichuan knelt down in front of the steward, who was no longer alive at all. His voice was trembling unconsciously, and his emotions were close to collapse.
Not far away, Daqian's cavalry was chasing the barbarians who set fire to the streets. The flags fluttering in the fire were enough to make the people who were still alive feel at ease, and they did not have to suppress the grief, anger and sadness in their hearts.
And this scene is just a microcosm of a war. More than a year ago, Emperor Chongming of Daqian ignored the obstruction of his ministers and directly ordered to launch a crusade against the beast barbarians of Beiyuan. The purpose was to defeat this group of beast barbarians. Extinct, bringing that fertile grassland under the rule of Daqian.
Under the strong military strength of the Dagancheng system, the beast barbarians, who could only forge bronze weapons, finally changed their tactics after several battles and the loss of hundreds of thousands of young warriors.
Under the command of the Beast Barbarian Great Witch Festival, the Beast Barbarians who still had fighting power no longer sought a head-on battle with Da Gan's army, but chose to break up into pieces and use guerrilla tactics as the mainstay.
At the same time, a large number of elites were sent to find ways to sneak into Daqian's country, burn, kill, and loot, in order to disrupt the logistics and supplies of Daqian's army and disrupt its morale.
Such tactics are extremely fatal and effective for Daqian, who mainly focus on farming. Just when the farmers were full of joy and preparing for the autumn harvest, the fields that had been busy for half a year were burned to the ground by fire.
Such a blow is absolutely unbearable for ordinary farmers. Although Daqian's economy has gradually prospered, the vast majority of people still rely on farming fields to make a living. Without food, not only will they not be able to pay taxes, but they and their families will go hungry. die.
In general, the food supply in Daqian is still relatively tight. One of the key factors is that a few years ago, due to the influence of Longjun's flood, too many people were relocated, and all of the consumption was borne by the government.
Not long after that, the wise and mighty Emperor Chongming ordered the troops to be dispatched and launched a massacre-style war against the beast barbarians.
The soldiers and horses have not moved, and the food and grass have gone first. Compared with the total population of Daqian, Daqian's standing army is not large, only a few million. However, every soldier is a warrior who practices martial arts, with sufficient blood and appetite. big.
When a war breaks out, the consumption of warriors increases even more. These require sufficient food supply. The food and grass supply cannot keep up. Let alone fighting, the army will starve and mutiny cases are common.
Under such circumstances, the beast barbarians of the Northern Plains chose to burn the wheat fields and destroy the autumn harvest. The destructive power was so great that it was difficult to estimate. Even the legions who went out to fight had to retreat for this reason.
Daqian has a vast territory, and the beasts and barbarians can only destroy a dozen states and counties adjacent to Beiyuan, which is enough to affect the entire Daqian.
"Master Feng, if we could have come a step earlier, your steward wouldn't be like this! This is our fault."
In a village filled with wails and cries, the sky was filled with white, and a cavalry general stood apologetically in front of a young businessman with a sad look on his face.
"The General is not to blame for this matter. If the General had not arrived in time, I and my colleagues would have lost our lives long ago."
Feng Zichuan's words were very polite, but the knight in front of him, whose face was tanned red by the scorching sun and whose eyes were sharp, was even more polite.
He had already received the order, and the man in front of him was a great man. He had so much financial resources that he could even share the logistical pressure of the Beiyuan Army.
"This is my duty in the first place, but this time I failed in my duty."
There was a look of shame on the knight's face, and the knights following them also turned their eyes elsewhere, not daring to look at the poor people in the village.
They belong to the Zhenbei Army that guards the border fortress. The meaning of their existence is to prevent the beast barbarians from going south and plundering property. However, they had clearly claimed to have defeated the main force of the beast barbarians, but there were still a large number of beast barbarians crossing the border and sneaking in.
In the hinterland, people burned, killed and looted.
"The beast is savage and ferocious, so the general does not need to blame himself too much."
Feng Zichuan could only continue to reassure him that he knew the reason for this war. It turned out that he was pursuing profit and wanted to use the goods he brought over to exchange for Beiyuan's unique specialties and open up a trade route.
But before he reached his destination, he saw the cruelty of war. He was almost unprepared. An old man who was following him was shot dead.
If a patrol hadn't happened to arrive nearby last night, he might have been in danger of his life. Those beasts and barbarians implemented a policy of killing everyone, burning them all, and robbing them all.
"Ahhh~ How can we live like this? All the food has been burned!"
Crying sounds came from all around, and suddenly a scream came from a distance. It turned out to be a farmer who was about to hang himself, and was snatched from the hemp rope.
Seeing this scene, Feng Zichuan's heart twitched, and he felt pity in his heart. He looked at the cavalry commander in front of him, stopped chatting with him, and asked for some important information.
"May I ask General, are there many situations like this in Wuyang Prefecture?"
"If others ask, I will naturally not say much. However, since you are asking, I will tell you the truth. This problem of beasts and barbarians is not only in Yangwu Prefecture, but I heard that there are also beasts and barbarians in several neighboring states.
Haunted, this group of monsters have become extremely cunning now."
"Does the imperial court have any arrangements for this?"
"I'm just waiting for these patrols."
"Will the people whose farmland was burned down be compensated?"
"I don't dare to hide it from Mr. Feng. The imperial court is under great pressure right now. In the fortress, the food for my colleagues has been reduced by half. Only when there is a mission or a big battle can they open their stomachs and eat as much as they want."
"I see."
Feng Zichuan took a deep breath. He looked at the village that was in mourning and crying. He remembered the sage books he had read in the past ten years and made a major decision.
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"Dad, what are you planning to do?"
In the sky above Qianlongyuan, Feng Bingwen, who was following behind his master, focused most of his attention on the Heavenly Book that was covered with a layer of golden light. The originally bright Heavenly Book became even more dazzling at this time.
And when Feng Bingwen opened the Book of Heaven and saw that the number of good deeds had already exceeded the one hundred thousand mark and was growing rapidly at a speed he had never seen before, he couldn't help but be a little shocked.
If he remembered correctly, all the tens of thousands of good deeds he had accumulated when he entered Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had already been used up, but now, just now, his good deeds have exceeded six figures again.
Under normal circumstances, the number of good deeds he has now is only twenty or thirty thousand at most, but now it has unreasonably increased several times. The root cause is his biological father.
Help in times of need, good deeds, three thousand (3000)
This is a newly-surfaced record. Looking for this record, Feng Bingwen can even see a brief video of a whole box of charcoal, neatly arranged, being transported to a place surrounded by scorched earth.
among the county towns and villages.
And after he finished reading this record, dozens more appeared in the heavenly book, and the number of good deeds they had increased ranged from a few hundred to thousands.
And through these good deeds that were rapidly refreshed in a very short period of time, Feng Bingwen could basically draw the conclusion that his father, who abandoned literature and went into business and pursued fame and fortune, seemed to have been strongly stimulated by something.
From what he could see, it seemed that he used his accumulated wealth regardless of the cost, purchased various livelihood resources, and sent them to counties and villages that were devastated by war one after another.
"..."
After figuring out the reason for his sudden surge in good deeds, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but be silent for a while, and couldn't tell what he was feeling.
If I'm happy, I can't say that. If I'm happy, there seems to be some problem with seniority. For a while, it's quite complicated.
What does it mean for him to just lie down and receive good deeds?
Should we say that he deserves to have a kind-hearted father? However, the fact that his father has the financial resources to benefit all people is inseparable from him.
But from all aspects, his behavior is more suicidal. It depends on whether the emperor's mind is big or not. It doesn't matter if it is not big. As long as he has some brains, he should not dare to act arbitrarily.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, what are you thinking about?"
A voice of inquiry came from the side. Feng Bingwen looked around and immediately saw a familiar big face approaching him with concern.
"Did it hurt somewhere? I have one here..."
"I'm fine!"
Feng Bingwen shook his head, and Zhao Junxian, who was standing in front of him and chatting with an old-looking immortal, turned around. He glanced at him first, then was startled, and then turned around and looked carefully up and down.
Hold him.
"What's wrong? Master? Is there something wrong with me?"
Being looked at with such eyes, Feng Bingwen was startled.
"What's the matter with this merit in your body?"
Zhao Junxian's expression was a little subtle. In his eyes, his disciple's whole body was shrouded in a thin layer of golden light. Although that layer of golden light was so thin that it was not even as thin as paper, it could not change its essence.
The golden light of merit!
How many cultivators dream of something, but it appears so inexplicably next to my disciple. This guy hasn't done anything recently, but he has been staring at it. Where did he get his merits?
"Well!"
Feng Bingwen didn't know how to answer for a moment. His master's eyes must have seen too much.
"It must be that this little friend's direct elder has done some great good deeds. With the added merit, as a direct descendant, he has benefited a lot."