Located in the northern line of Qinling Mountain, Cuihua Mountain has beautiful mountains and picturesque scenery. The most fascinating thing is the Qiuchi on the top of the peak. The trickle comes out from the rocks in the mountains, making a lonely sound like a musician holding a slender wooden stick and knocking on the exquisite chime bells. The Qiuchi Lake is surrounded by mountains, with blue waves rippling, clear and bright as a mirror, spotless.

There is the ancient and heavy Taiyi Hall in the south of the pond, which was a place to pray for rain when encountering drought in the old days. There is a Taiyi Tianzun Dharma image with clay-shaped wooden body in the main hall. The mottled wood lacquer peels off, the fruits and fruits on the platform are green, and the mellow and meat fragrance of the three animals is spread far and wide.

The birds of various colors nailed to the eaves chirped, while the glass marble-sized eyeballs stared at the deliciousness of the meat. It was not until the old temple prayed to drive them away with a broom that they let out a sad cry, and thrust their wings and flew back into the forest again.

Standing in the high field, the plants and trees were bleak, and the towering withered wild grass was pressed by the wind of the north, revealing the shallow ridges of Shanglin Garden in Qin State in the past, like the round and short slopes of the stars arched the moon. The former pre-Qin nobles sang here, "The reeds are green, and the white dew turns into frost."

There was also Qin Shihuang leaning on the three-foot-long Taia Jian, Octavian's eyes, stroking the thick swallow's chin, wearing a beam of light, looking down at the elite Qin soldiers from Lantian Camp, or Zhou Yafu was driving a chariot with four horses and leading the soldiers from Xiliu Camp to chase wild deer and honey badger in the fields here...

The palaces were made of earth. The Qin and Han dynasties have been around for about a thousand years. In the past, new buildings have also emerged on the hillside of the west where the mountain deer leaps in the past. Although they cannot match the mountains and ridges of the Afang Palace and hide the sky and the sun, there are also hundreds of buildings, and glazed tiles shine under the sunlight.

Below the foot of the mountain are villages, about a thousand. Since Shang Yang, the Qin Dynasty, issued the "Collection Order" during the Xiaogong period, stipulating that "if there are two men and more people, they will be more than the tax." Shang Yang and Qin both destroyed it, but the Qin law did not destroy it!

The hundreds of years of war in the Southern and Northern Dynasties caused the loss of household registration, and the number of people was exposed, and the elderly and young people directly affected the national taxes and corvee. In order to verify the population that is taxable and bears corvee, Emperor Wen of Sui ordered the "big search for appearance" as early as the third year of Kaihuang, that is, check the age registered on the household registration and his physical appearance to check whether he was falsely reported.

The Tang Dynasty followed the Sui Dynasty and the control of household registration was very rigorous. If the county officials familiar with official affairs were familiar with the public, they could see at a glance that there were about three thousand...

The chickens crowed and the dogs barked among the neighborhoods. The men were wearing short brown and carrying hoes toward the newly opened wasteland further west. But if they looked carefully, the men looked tender and their beards were soft and as soft as floating thighs, rather than being as cold and hard as male boar bristles...

On the ridges of the countryside, a short and thin boy like a winter melon wiped the fine sweat on his forehead. He looked at a slightly black boy about the same age as him who was working hard to farm. His eyes were envious, but he was also grateful, and he sighed slightly:

"Five days ago, the county officials of the county government came to Weijia Village with Shengen and appointed Heizi to manage our sixty families as the village clan. If it weren't for Heizi, you would kneel down and beg the Supreme Emperor, we might be like refugees under Chang'an City, and we could only drink a bowl of porridge that could not stand even if we could even hold our chopsticks."

In the Tang Dynasty, the Shangshu Province was in the prefecture, the prefecture was in the county, and the county was in the township, and they were all called Fu. It also said: "The king's orders were carried out on the left and right, and the left and right were promulgated on Fangzhen, Fangzhen was distributed on the prefecture's governor, the prefecture's governor reached the county priest, the county priest was in the township officials, and the township officials were passed on to the village clerks, and then they came to the people."

Although he was a small village clerk and managed the population of these 60 households, he was really a bait-spoiler in the Tang Dynasty, but for Wei Ziyang, he was already very satisfied. Most of the population of the 60 households was the same village party as him, with most of the Liu surname and the village name was Liujia Village. However, since he knelt in front of the Supreme Emperor, he was grateful to the heavens and the people in Liujia Village had a place to live.

Liujia Village was also changed to Weijia Village, which is really grateful to Wei Ziyang.

"Wang Gua, this is not a credit for someone. It is the poor man who is sympathetic to our lost home and displaced." Wei Ziyang shook his head and felt grateful in his heart. If Li Yuan had not appeared in time, the food and money given by the people in the Chang'an market that day would have been used up one day. Even if his widowed sister-in-law did not commit to exchange for five dou of rice at that time, she would have sought food for her children in the future. With Liu Ermazi, there would be the second Wang Ermazi.

"The wasteland I gave is the real foundation for my living. As long as we work hard, the reserved environment will change next year. Someone's nephew... I will be chubby and fat, and my brother's spirit in heaven will definitely be relieved." Wei Ziyang raised the hoe in his hand high and fell down heavily. The wet and hot soil excavated was hope.

"The food in the jar is almost finished..." Wang Gua joked halfway.

While the two were talking, Wei Ziyang's widowed sister-in-law jogged over, looking anxious, with a layer of sweat floating on her pretty and tender face, and the hair on her temples was wet. She gasped and said, "My brother, it is said that a plague broke out in Chang'an yesterday. The village chief wants to invite you to come..."

"Plague?" Wang Gua was shocked and she sat on the ground for a long time.

Wei Ziyang kicked him in the ass and scolded: "Guasong, Cuihua Mountain is half a day away from Chang'an, how could the plague spread here so quickly?"

"No." Wang Gua shook her head blankly, looked into the distance, and asked for a long time: "Heizi, do you think I can survive?"

"Get out, don't say these depressing words, how long has the good life been?" Wei Zi frowned and handed the hoe in his hand to his sister-in-law. He wiped the dirty sweat a few times between his elbows, wiped away the dirty sweat, and strangled it again. He was preparing to run back to Weijia Village.

"Sister-in-law, you can clean up here, and you will go back. Gua Shuang, please go with me." Wei Ziyang shouted loudly on the Tianlong where Wang Gua was sitting on his back.

But at this moment, the thick dust on Wang Gua's face was flowing out of two ditches by clear tears. He whispered: "Someone... seems to be sick."

After saying that, Wang Gua lifted up her sleeves to Wei Ziyang who came over, and there were countless small red dots on her thick arms that were clearly separated from her dark palms. He cried and said, "I don't know, but I thought it was because I was not suitable for the environment... Two days ago, I said a few words to a man from another countryman..."

"I heard that Chang'an has detained the sick refugees in one place. If the doctor has no way to treat him, he will be prepared to burn him to death on a date." My sister-in-law released even more shocking news.

Wang Gua's face became more and more embarrassing, "Heizi, is there no help?"

Wei Ziyang's face turned black, and he slapped Wang Gua with a strong palm, cursing: "Gua Shuang, I don't know what the plague is like. Maybe it's just a common minor illness. What's the matter? Why do you want to go back to the village to ask the village chief?"

"No, I won't go back, I'll burn it to death when I go back!" Wang Gua said firmly.

Bang! Another slap!
Chapter completed!