Xian Yu Zhongtong's entourage began to pack up and planned to set off for Yizhou tomorrow morning.

Before leaving, he submitted a memorial to Chang'an, requesting the Ministry of Personnel to be transferred to Qingcheng County Magistrate Huang Wenjin and promoted to the position of Chief of Shuzhou to join the army, and was in charge of farmland reclamation in various counties in Shuzhou. With Huang Wenjin's character, he was able to make full use of his talents.

That night, Gu Qing made a few good dishes for fresh Yu Zhongtong at his home. Fresh Yu Zhongtong was quite polite and brought a few jars of good wine to the door. Gu Qing made braised fish, roasted venison, and steamed wild boar. Yu Zhongtong was so excited that he felt that he had been in vain in Shiqiao Village these days. If he had known Gu Qing had this skill, he would have come to have a free meal every day.

Finally, Gu Qing mysteriously brought a plate of fried beef, and Xian Yu Zhongtong was stunned when he took the first bite.

"This is……"

"The croquette meat is the income from the villagers' hunting in the mountains, and it is given to the boy." Gu Qing said nonsense without changing his face.

Xian Yu Zhongtong suddenly realized it, and his face was unchanged and responded: "It turned out to be croquette meat, tender and chewy in the mouth, delicious! My nephew is good at craftsmanship."

The self-deceiving attitude quickly gained the favor of Gu Qing. Everyone's sense of morality and values ​​should be on the same level, so it is easy for such people to deal with.

The dish serving the dishes is cooked from my own porcelain kiln, and the wine cups pouring wine are also cooked from my own home. The indigo wine cup is slightly wavy from the bottom, and the slightly turbid wine reflects a dreamy light under the dim light of the oil lamp.

Xian Yu Zhongtong looked at it carefully with a wine cup and exclaimed: "What a porcelain, what a porcelain! The wonderful thing on earth is unparalleled in the world. How can this thing not be heard and used by the Holy Emperor?"

Gu Qing smiled and said, "Uncle Xianyu and Yu Nephew asked the kiln to install two boxes of porcelain, including bowls, plates, cups and bottles. They have already handed over to your entourage. It is a little bit of my wish for you by my juniors."

Xian Yu Zhongtong said happily: "Thank you, my nephew, you and my family are just like you. I will not be polite to you and feel ashamed."

After saying that, Xian Yu Zhongtong sighed, looked eastward and raised his respectfully and said, "I only wish that the Holy Emperor of Chang'an City will use such a wonderful thing as soon as possible. If the Emperor does not hear about it, how dare I use it before the Emperor? The porcelain of my nephew will not be designated as tribute porcelain for one day, so I will not use this porcelain for one day. In the southwest Shuzhou, I wish the Emperor's Majesty the Congratulations on His Majesty's will and will be prosperous for thousands of years."

Gu Qing was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a moment.

So, now the banquet has reached the stage of showing loyalty? Is this a must-take process for the official banquet of the Tang Dynasty?

Whether it is or not, it is always right to do it.

Gu Qing also hurriedly raised a cup of respect, and felt deeply in love and was bored.

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The guests and the host all enjoyed each other and went to bed.

Gu Qing and Xian Yu Zhongtong have no common topics, they only have common interests.

Whether in terms of physical age, psychological age or time difference between thousands of years, the two have a deep generation gap, so they can only talk about some topics that men like, such as the romantic and romantic things in Chang'an, the strange stories of Chang'an court officials, etc.

We chatted until late at night and finally finished our whole life.

Gu Qing drank a lot of wine and fell asleep quickly in bed. He didn't sleep for long. At midnight, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from the east end of the village. The crying sound was like cuckoos crying blood, heartbroken, echoing in the quiet night sky.

Gu Qing still didn't wake up until the footsteps and discussions outside became louder and louder. Someone patted the door of Gu Qing when he passed by Gu Qing's door, and Gu Qing finally woke up.

Gu Qing, who was awakened by the noise, had a bad temper and didn't like anything. He put on his clothes and went out, staring with his red eyes, intending to beat a few unsightly villagers to establish his authority.

When I opened the door, I found that many torches were lit at the east end of the village. It seemed that the villagers in the whole village were awakened and everyone gathered there.

Gu Qing felt nervous and hurriedly accelerated his pace.

The prestige was gradually established. When Gu Qing arrived at a place where the crowd gathered, everyone automatically made way. Gu Qing walked in and saw a group of women and children kneeling in the middle of the crowd, all of whom were villagers in the village.

Gu Qing was confused and grabbed a familiar villager and said, "What happened?"

The villagers explained with a sad expression: "Someone came to the village to report the news that all the men from these families were dead. Last month, the Tubo traitors invaded Yaozhou, Jiannan Road. These men joined the army and died on the battlefield."

Gu Qing was speechless.

Shiqiao Village is an old man village, a widow village, orphan village. Many young children are undisciplined and grow up by eating a hundred families. When they grow up, the children are unwilling to die in a barren village, so they go out to join the army to eat military rations. Some families have married women and have children, left seeds for the family and then go out to join the army, such as the ones in front of them.

Most of the people who joined the army were killed in battle, and only a very small number of people could come back alive, but they were basically disabled for life, such as Feng Aweng and several other veterans in the village.

The most tragic thing in life is that in order to survive, we have to go to death.

What’s even more sad is that this path was not chosen by them voluntarily, and they don’t want to be warriors.

Among the crowd, several middle-aged women knelt on the ground and cried loudly. The ignorant young children stood beside them, blinking innocently, and looking at the adults around them curiously. They didn't understand why the adults suddenly became so sad, and they didn't understand what they had lost.

The atmosphere was very depressing, and only the women could be heard crying. Several widows kept comforting them and wiped their tears with them.

Feng Aweng stood beside Gu Qing at some point and sighed heavily.

"There is always such bad news every few years, but there are always people who keep joining the army. If you join the army, you can earn military rations and exchange them for money. If you are lucky enough to die, you can finally keep your family covered. If you die in battle, you can earn dozens of hundreds of millions of pensions for your family. This is what you have done your last effort for this family..." Feng Aweng shook his head sadly.

Gu Qing quietly looked at the women kneeling on the ground. They were already widows.

"Feng Aweng, the Tang Dynasty is now recruiting troops? Can the villagers who have joined the army be recalled?"

"There is a deadline for recruiting troops. Unless they are dead or disabled and cannot go to the battlefield, they can be sent back in advance. The old man was sent back because he was disabled. Most villagers go out to join the army for five or ten years. If the deadline comes, the camp can distribute money and grain to allow them to return."

Gu Qing pondered for a long time and said slowly: "Feng Aweng, please ask your neighbors to bring messages to the villagers who joined the army. If the deadline is up, let them come back. The village has a better life now. There is no shortage of food or clothing. There is no need to work hard for one bite of food."

Feng Aweng nodded: "Okay."

After taking a deep look at the crying women again, Gu Qing sighed and turned around and left.

When he returned home, Gu Qing could no longer sleep. He sat in front of the dim oil lamp in a daze, and sat like this all night.

Early in the morning, just as dawn, cries came from the village again.

Gu Qing hurried out and saw the villagers running eastward. Not long after, someone came to tell Gu Qing that after the death last night, a woman hung a beam and was discovered early in the morning, leaving behind a five-year-old child.

Maybe it is because the couple has a deep affection and cannot bear the pain of losing their husbands, or maybe it is because they do not have the courage to continue to live. People will die in the end.
Chapter completed!