Li Muyun was busy marrying his wife, but on Goguryeo's side, Pang Wenlong was complaining: "Be thrifty, boss, can we change something else to eat pickled cabbage every day, Lao Tzu is about to vomit."
"It's okay not to eat pickled cabbage, pickled radish you either" Pei Xingjian looked at Pang Wenlong with a smile.
Pang Wenlong said with a bare face: "No, didn't you say that the food here is very good when you wrote to the king of the county, why have I been here for two months, and I have to eat pickles every meal." ” Pei Xingjian rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "I am reporting good news and not bad news, Mr. has created such a good opportunity for us, as long as this plan can be successful, it is okay to seal his wife and shadow after going back, you are embarrassed to tell Mr. how much you have suffered."
"I" Pang Wenlong was dumbfounded.
Pei Xingjian smiled: "I'm not afraid to tell you, there is a shortage of materials here in Goguryeo, and it is already good to have some food, even if it is the one in the palace, there is not much meat for a meal." ” ", people are also emperors, how can they be like us, eating pickles at once."
"It's a matter of taste, but the Goguryeo people are good at it." “” The two classmates had a pair of eggs, and Gao Jianwu had a lunch full of vegetables and radishes.
The time has entered winter, and some businesses have been rolled out, and cement and other material resources have been continuously transported to Goguryeo through Youzhou in exchange for large sums of money.
In addition, some mines also began to be gradually handed over to the family, and the five surnames and seven wangs organized manpower to enter Goguryeo, taking over the mines while recruiting miners on a large scale.
The salary of 100 wen a month made all the Goguryeo people rush to it, and although they were picked around like goods, no one complained.
Goguryeo is very poor, Gao Jianwu is an emperor who is very happy, for the sake of his own country, the people can ignore anything, plus the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, the emperor does not care about the death and life, not to mention the other five mattresses.
Therefore, the exploitation of the people by the entire Goguryeo court can be called boiling oil, if it were not for the state to rely on these people to produce, it is estimated that even the bones would be gnawed away.
What's even more terrifying is that there are still a large number of Han Chinese left here in the pre-Sui period in Goguryeo, who are either deserters or taken captive by Goguryeo.
The exploitation of them by the whole of Goguryeo is far more powerful than that of their own people, and it can even be said that these people have always struggled on the verge of survival and death.
And this time the mine recruited workers, under Pei Xingjian's suggestion, the five surnames and Qiwang recruited a large number of Han people, and took advantage of the hatred between Han people and the Buyeo people, so that the miners below would not be huddled together.
Mo Wen was the representative elected by these Han people, and in order to keep his compatriots alive, he took the risk and came to Pei Xingjian to negotiate.
"Master Pei, little old man Mo Wen, I've seen adults."
When he came to the post house, Mo Wen had anticipation and hesitation in his eyes, and he trembled and saluted Pei Xingjian.
"Uncle, get up and speak."
Pei Xingjian motioned to the Xiong brothers to help Mo Wen up, and said in a harmonious voice: "My husband is Han."
"Lord Hui, exactly."
Mo Wen replied respectfully.
"Then why is it in Goguryeo," Pei Xingjian continued.
"Don't hide it from adults, Xiao Lao'er arrived in Goguryeo ten years ago, and at that time in order to escape the war in his hometown, he never went back when he came out."
A look of sadness flashed in Mo Wen's eyes.
Pei Xingjian nodded: "Then my husband came to me this time, I don't know what happened."
"Poof", Mo Wen, who had just stood up, knelt down all of a sudden, and his head slammed on the ground: "My lord, the little old man wants to ask the adult to take us back to my hometown, I hope that the adult will be gracious, and I hope that the adult will be gracious."
Returning home, Pei Xingjian took a deep breath, and at the moment, even he didn't know when he would be able to go back, let alone take others back to Datang together.
Pang Wenlong saw that his classmate was embarrassed, so he simply stepped forward to help the old man up, and joked with a smile: "Uncle, hurry up, if you have something to say, we can't play tricks." ” "No, don't dare, little old man doesn't dare."
Mo Wen was supported by Pang Wenlong, waved his hand again and again and said: "Actually, this is not the meaning of the villain alone, but the meaning of all the Han people living in Goguryeo. ” "What all Hermes-Epitek means" Pang Wenlong glanced at Pei Xingjian helplessly, indicating that this matter was not within his ability.
Pei Xingjian was also stunned, looked at the old man and asked, "You asked to see me just to say this for those compatriots who are living in Goguryeo."
"Yes, please be gracious," Mo Wen said and was about to kneel again, but was stopped by Pang Wenlong.
Pei Xingjian also stood up at this time, helped the old man to the side and sat down with Pang Wenlong, and then said earnestly: "Old man, do you know how many Han people are left in Goguryeo?"
"Probably, about 100,000 people."
Mo Wen only put his butt half on the chair, and when he saw Pei Xingjian asking, he wanted to stand up again.
However, Pei Xingjian didn't let the old man get up this time, and pressed him back into the chair again: "Uncle, this matter is not considered by us, we should take everyone back earlier."
"Don't dare to blame the adult" Mo Wen shook his head, with a pleading look in his eyes: "I just don't know if the adult is willing to take us back." ” Pei Xingjian saw that the old man was a little admitted, so he could only say to him truthfully: "You can go back when you go back, but not now." ” "No, I can't go back" Mo Wen was a little disappointed.
"Uncle, you must know that this is a matter involving more than 100,000 people, and it is not for us little people to call the shots."
Pang Wenlong couldn't see the old man's depressed appearance, and persuaded on the side: "And even if it is His Majesty the Emperor, if you want to deal with this matter, you have to discuss it with the ministers of the court." ” "But" "Uncle, he's right, I can't do anything about this matter."
Pei Xingjian didn't let Muwen continue, interrupting him: "However, if you want, I can give you some advice." ” "What, what advice," Mo Wen asked worriedly.
"Go to our Han people to work in the shop or mine, you can rest assured, with us, you will not be bullied in any way, stay for some time, we will find a way to solve your problems, you see how it is" "This, can this work?"
"Don't worry, you can, and I can also promise you that if someone bullies you in the future, I will definitely help you out, how":