September.

The military farms in Liaodong are covered with golden pieces.

This is another season of harvest.

The weather in Liaodong has been clear for many days, with high autumn and clear clouds, and the sun shining brightly every day. It seems that God is also celebrating this harvest and preparing the weather for everyone to gain.

In the village outside Liaodong City, Feng Changgui was grinding his sickle. He was about to open the sickle. The sickle had to be sharpened so that it could be cut faster. The harvest season was always busy and he had to grab time, so it was called rushing to harvest.

Half a year of busyness, and when you see the harvest, if you waste time and miss a good day, then when an autumn rain comes, the hard work of the past six months may be in vain.

Only by harvesting all the grain into the warehouse as quickly as possible can we enjoy the harvest with peace of mind, and then we can prepare the rural drinking ceremony and watch the club and go to the market with a happy mood.

Yongfu walked in from outside as usual with a stack of rewards.

Changgui looked up and said hello, "Teacher, is there another postman coming to deliver the newspaper today?"

Yongfu was about his early thirties and limped when walking, but his eyes were very fierce and always had evil appearances. The children in the village would cry when they saw him. He was nearly eight feet tall, and he was a hero who was not lame before.

He was once a veteran of the Left Five Army and was a scout, but later he was injured in his leg during an operation and became lame. So Yongfu received a disability pension, received some rewards, and retreated from the army.

Although it was a pity that he could no longer stay in the army, the superiors still made arrangements for him. He was just a scout cavalry without an official position, so after he retreated, the superiors tried their best to arrange for him the errand as much as possible.

The coach is naturally a coach of the villagers.

In Liaodong, the system of trunks is generally implemented, where people gather and live, and villages with walls are built, and villages with farms outside are basically divided into trunks. In each village, there are basically some soldiers.

Other residents, young and strong men, will also be incorporated into the county-level soldiers or county-level Turkish regiments, or township soldiers, or militias in the village.

In short, the stronger the person will be given priority to join the higher-level team, and even the old man in his fifties and sixties or teenagers will be included in the militia in our village.

Except for the two training sessions a year, everyone will train themselves in the village for the rest of the time.

Therefore, there will be coaches in the village.

These coaches are either served by soldiers in the government or by disabled veterans like Yongfu.

In fact, if you are a coach, you don’t have a salary, but you will get two rewards every year, usually one or two sets of clothes and a little food. However, what everyone is interested in is not this thing, but the coach is actually very majestic.

Although Yongfu was disabled, his life was still good. He was only in his thirties, had a wife, several children, and a Silla concubine. In addition, there were Goguryeo slaves and several Turkic slaves who were divided into wars. There were hundreds of acres of land at home, and there were cattle and horses. He raised chickens, ducks and sheep.

Life is very comfortable and comfortable. Although the days in Liaodong are definitely not as good as those in Central Plains, the current Central Plains are definitely not as comfortable and stable as in Liaodong.

Although there are many materials here in short supply, basic daily necessities such as grain and salt cloth are not short of them, and the prices are stable and cheap.

In addition, there are schools in the village. Not only do children can study for free, but adults often participate in literacy classes in the school to learn some reading and writing arithmetic. At least everyone can still learn to write their own name.

Veterans like Yongfu, who had studied it specially when they were in the military camp before, so they could understand thousands of words, general notices, newspapers, etc.

There is a newspaper in Liaodong called Oriental Morning Post.

One publication a week, one publication is printed into one book, with dozens of pages, and there are many contents on it, such as various major events in the court, news from all over the world, or local news from Liaodong, and even some poetry, stories and legends.

However, this newspaper is not cheap either. It is said to be printed in woodblocks, but one copy costs ten cents, and the price is half a dou of rice. Anyway, Changgui, who is just a village soldier, is reluctant to buy it, and the wife at home will definitely not let him buy it.

So he, like many villagers, every time he saw Yongfu buy it, everyone would wait until the evening or at noon, after eating it, gather under the trees in the village to listen to Yongfu for everyone.

Sometimes when Yongfu has no time, everyone goes to the school in the village to study with the teacher there. However, most of the teachers in the school are female teachers from Yierying, young girls, and men are not easy to find.

So they would find more lieutenants from Yierying. Each vein had a vein leader, and usually they were chosen as the old, fair and prestigious vein. Then each vein had a vein deputy as his deputy. The vein deputy was all young boys sent by Yierying. Although these kids were young, they were like female gentlemen, able to read, write and calculate, and most of them could ride horses, archery, dance swords and spears.

They came to serve as deputy governors of the village, assisted the governors in the village, and helped everyone write their own poems of faith, and regularly organized everyone to take literacy classes during the slack farming period.

Yongfu looked through the newspaper while walking, without raising his head.

I didn't seem to hear Changgui calling him.

Changgui approached and said, "What news has been published in the newspaper? I'm so fascinated. Tell me about it?"

He thought this newspaper was so magical. He could know the world without going out, just looking at the newspaper. Not only did he know what the general's mansion issued in Liaodong City, but he could also know what the imperial edict issued by the Central Plains court.

Yongfu only raised his head at this time.

"There is an extra number in the newspaper today."

"What is an out of the box?"

"It was originally published in the morning newspaper in 10 years and it was published only once every ten days, but when there was an urgent and important news and the newspaper had been printed, I could only print a separate copy of the number."

"Then what's going on outside this post? What an emergency? Is the Goguryeo man going to call him again?"

"No, we just don't hit him, he dares to call him?" Yongfu snorted, "But this time the matter is even bigger than that. The emperor issued an edict in Jiangdu. He announced his abdication and then passed the throne to the King of Liao. We also asked our general to lead the Zhongwu army to support the new emperor into the pass to quell the rebellion and send the new emperor to Luoyang to succeed the throne."

Changgui was stunned and in a daze.

"The emperor abdicated? He passed the throne to King Qi? Didn't it mean that the crown prince was the emperor's second grandson? Why did he pass the throne to King Qi?"

Of course, Yongfu didn’t know why this happened, but since everyone else said this, it would be impossible to be wrong.

"Then we are going to send troops?" Changgui asked. "But the wheat and corn in this field are about to be collected. What should we do?"

For Changgui, whether the emperor retreated or not, whether he passed the throne to the grandson or the King of Qi was still the King of Qi. This seemed to have little to do with him. What he cared more about was the wheat that was almost ripe in the field.

What I thought was that this was going to fight, so what should I do about the crops and grains in the fields?

Yongfu snorted with some contempt, "You may not have the chance to participate if you want to go. Do you think anyone is qualified to go? Besides, if you really order me to recruit you and me to join the army or to deliver food, that's nothing. Don't you have a wife and slaves in your family?"

"But my family only has two Goguryeo slaves, and there are so many fields. The children are young, the parents are old, and my wife is still pregnant with children." Changgui looked worried.

"Don't worry, even if you really need it, the village will organize everyone to help harvest it. You will never let your wheat and millet rot in the field."
Chapter completed!