Li Muyun was busy marrying his wife, but Pang Wenlong was complaining: "Xingjian, boss, can we exchange for something else? I'm pickling cabbage every day, and I'm almost vomiting when I eat it."

"It's okay not to eat pickled cabbage, do you want pickled radishes?" Pei Xingjian looked at Pang Wenlong with a smile.

Pang Wenlong said anxiously and bluntly: "No, when you wrote to the prince, didn't you say that the food here is good? Why has 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 but not bad news. Mr. creates such a good opportunity for us. As long as this plan is successful, it is no problem to win a wife and a child after returning. Do you have the nerve to tell the teacher how much hardship you have suffered?"

"I..." Pang Wenlong was silent.

Pei Xingjian smiled and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you that there is a shortage of supplies in Goguryeo, so it's good to have some food. Even the one in the palace doesn't have much meat at a meal."

"Bad, I'm still the emperor after all, how could I eat pickles every meal like us?"

"This is a taste problem, but it's just a gourmet person in Goguryeo."

“…”

The two classmates pulled the eggs together and ate a lunch full of vegetables and radishes with "Gao Jianwu".

It is already winter, and some businesses have been launched. Sources of cement and other material resources are constantly being transferred to Goguryeo through Youzhou, in exchange for large amounts of funds.

In addition, some mines have also begun to be delivered to the aristocratic families. Five surnames and Qiwang organized people to enter Goguryeo, taking over the mines while recruiting miners.

The salary of 100 ounces per month has attracted all Goguryeo people. Although they are picked up like goods, no one has any complaints.

Goguryeo was very poor, and Gao Jianwu was also an emperor who was very fond of merit. For his own country, the people could ignore everything. In addition, the beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked, so the emperor ignored all the lives, let alone the other five mattresses.

Therefore, the exploitation of the people by the entire Goguryeo court can be regarded as boiling oil. If the country had not relied on these people to produce, even the bones would have been gnawed.

What's even more terrifying is that there are a large number of Han people left here in the territory of Goguryeo from the Former Sui Dynasty. These people were either deserters or were plundered by Goguryeo.

The entire Goguryeo exploited them far more than their own people. It can even be said that these people have always been struggling on the brink of survival and death.

This time, at the suggestion of Pei Xingjian, the five surnames and Qiwang recruited a large number of Han people, taking advantage of the hatred between the Han people and the Fuyu people, so that the miners below would not be held together.

Mo Wen is the representative of these Han people. In order to make his compatriots survive, he took the risk to come to Pei Xingjian for negotiations.

"Mr. Pei, my little old man, Mo Wen, have met Mr.

When he arrived at the inn, Mo Wen's eyes were filled with expectations and confusion, and hesitation, and he saluted Pei Xingjian.

"Brother-in-law, get up and talk." Pei Xingjian signaled the Xiong brothers to help Mo Wen up and said in a harmonious voice: "Brother-in-law is Han?"

"Sir, that's right." Mo Wen replied respectfully.

"Why was it in Goguryeo?" Pei Xingjian continued to ask.

"To be honest, the old man came to Goguryeo ten years ago. In order to avoid the war in his hometown, he never went back when he came out." A sad look flashed in Mo Wen's eyes.

Pei Xingjian nodded: "Then my father-in-law came to see me this time, I don't know what's going on?"

With a "thump", Mo Wen, who had just stood up, knelt down and his head was knocking on the ground, saying "Bangbang": "Sir, the old man wants to ask the adults to take us back home. I hope he will be kind! I hope he will be kind!"

Returning to his hometown... Pei Xingjian took a deep breath. He didn't even know when he would go back, let alone bringing others back to the Tang Dynasty.

Seeing that her classmates looked embarrassed, Pang Wenlong simply stepped forward and helped the old man up, and smiled and joked: "Brother-in-law, get up quickly. If you have something to say, we can't cheat."

"No, I dare not, little old man dare not." Mo Wen was supported by Pang Wenlong and waved his hands repeatedly and said, "In fact, this is not the meaning of the villain alone, but... it is the meaning of all the Han people living in Goguryeo. The little old man was entrusted by everyone and dared not to do his best. It is not that he was cheating."

"What all Han people mean..." Pang Wenlong glanced at Pei Xingjian helplessly and signaled that this matter was not within his ability.

Pei Xingjian was also stunned, looked at the old man and asked, "You are asking to see me to say this for those compatriots who are wandering in Goguryeo?"

"Yes, please be kind to me!" Mo Wen said as he wanted to kneel down again, but was pulled by Pang Wenlong.

Pei Xingjian also stood up at this time, and helped the old man with Pang Wenlong to sit down, and then said earnestly: "Brother-in-law, do you know how many Han people are left in Goguryeo?"

"Probably, there are about 100,000 people." Mo Wen just put his butt on the chair. When Pei Xingjian asked, he wanted to stand up again.

However, Pei Xingjian did not let the old man get up this time and pressed him back to the chair again: "Brother-in-law, we are not considering this matter well, we should pick you up earlier!"

"I dare not blame the adults!" Mo Wen shook his head, and his eyes showed a pleading look: "I just don't know if the adults are willing to take us back."

Seeing that the old man was a little convinced, Pei Xingjian could only say to him truthfully: "You can go back when you go back, but it's not now."

"No, can't go back?!" Mo Wen was a little disappointed.

"Brother, you have to know that this involves more than 100,000 people, and it is not something that we little people can do." Pang Wenlong couldn't stand the old man's indignation and advised him: "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 in the court."

"But……"

"Brother, he is right, I can't do anything about this." Pei Xingjian did not let Mu Wen continue to say it and interrupted him, "But, if you want, I can give you some advice."

"What, what suggestions?" Mo Wen asked nervously.

"Go to the shop or mine that we Han people run to work. Don't worry, with us here, you will not be bullied at all. After a while, we will find a way to solve your problem. What do you think?"

"This, can this work?"
Chapter completed!