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Taoyuan, Changzhu. On the vast wilderness between the two countries, groups of ragged men and women, carrying bags, carrying loads, pushing wheelbarrows, and dragging their children and daughters forward slowly.

The Qi army was on high alert behind him, and the Ming army was in full swing, and the Ming army was in full swing. These confused people did not know what would be welcomed. They just moved helplessly and walked towards an unknown future. Six or seven years ago, the Qi army, like a wolf, and tiger, rushed into their homes, forcing them to pack up their fine and soft things and move towards Changning County. This year, there was no warning. The Qi army rushed into their simple and poor home again, ordered them to pack up their things, and leave immediately.

The hometown is ahead, but it is close to the hometown.

Is there still my former home?

When they left, they were still people from Yue, but now, that place already belongs to an empire called Ming. Over the years, some people have always escaped from their resettlement locations and returned to their hometowns in the past, but when these people left, they never heard of whether it was good or bad. No one knew at all.

Although there have been rumors in the past two years that their hometown has been upside down, not many people dare to believe it.

The Qi army behind him became farther and farther away, but the banner of Ming was getting closer and closer. Everyone unknowingly accelerated their pace. No matter who managed that land now, it was their hometown and hometown.

The fallen leaves return to their roots and have been wandering outside for several years. Now they have finally returned to their hometown. Although the future is unpredictable, can they be worse than in Changning, Qi?

Where is the poorest land they are farming, the hardest labor force is they are working, and the heaviest tax is they are bearing, and everyone's greatest hope is to live today. As for tomorrow, who knows? No one dares to look forward to tomorrow.

Finally, I could see the waving flags clearly. Hundreds of people stopped at the same time and looked at the rows of Ming soldiers standing with swords opposite each other with fear.

The joy of returning home is ultimately replaced by unknown fear.

Under the banner are simple straw huts. In each straw hut, several soldiers stand with knives. A civil servant sits in front of the table, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. On the shed, a large piece of red paper is written with place names.

In the largest shed, Ben Kuan sat there with a haggard face. He had been here for more than a month. Since the Ming and Qi signed a peace agreement, the most important one was that Qi had to repatriate the people they had plundered from Yiyang, Wuling and Taoyuan counties. For more than a month, this repatriation has been going on. And as the county magistrate of Taoyuan County, he has been on the front line of handover.

The household registration book of those days had already been in the fire of Qi people. Now, when these people are welcomed, the first thing to do is to rebuild the household registration book, and re-register the household registration book according to the original household registration of these repatriated people and place them in a dispersed manner.

It is certain that he is tired, but the joy is firm. Ben Kuan stared at his eyes that looked particularly big because of his thinness, and looked brightly at the people who were timid in the distance who were timid in the distance.

In his opinion, this is a prosperous village, lush crops, and rising smoke from households. The situation where people are hard to see in the hundreds of miles of Taoyuan County will be revived due to the return of these people.

The three counties in the Wuling War Zone have been busy welcoming the return of these people in the past few months, and the imperial court has allocated a large amount of funds for resettlement.

Wu Ling ordered that the troops stationed in these three places had nothing else to do in the past month, and that they would build houses for the people who were about to return on the ruins of the original villages. Bags of grain were transported to these places through railcars from Zhengyang, Shayang, Yuejing and other places. Grain was piled up in the granaries one by one. It was the autumn harvest season. For these places, the merchants were particularly happy to buy old grains from previous years to free up new grain for them.

More than a dozen loud military men carried a big gong and walked towards the uneasy people returning home in the wilderness.

The clanging gong sounded, and the military man shouted loudly, "Groupe, welcome you home."

The authentic local dialect instantly made the originally quiet exiles feel extremely intimate. When they returned to their hometown and heard the local accent again, many people burst into tears.

"You have worked hard all these years, but from today on, your good days are coming. His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty has the people in mind and cannot bear to let you stay away. I will try my best to let you go home. I won't say much about anything else. Soon everyone will know that you are going to live a good life. Now I just want to say that His Majesty Emperor of Ming Dynasty has built a sturdy and spacious house for you and filled the granary with food."

Hearing the words of the military man, the quiet people suddenly burst out with a bang, all kinds of surprises, or incredible amazement.

The military man beat the big gong and tried his best to calm the surprise people on the opposite side. Then he pointed the gong hammer in his hand at the straw sheds in the distance, "Groupes, have you seen those sheds? There are the names of your original counties, townships, and villages on it. Wherever you originally lived, you will go to the sheds to register. Someone will record your stools and return to the people. From the moment your name is listed as a household vacancies, you will be the people of the Ming Dynasty, and you will enjoy all the benefits enjoyed by the people of the Ming Dynasty. It doesn't matter if you are illiterate, you want to ask each other. Now, please don't panic, listen to my command and go to register in turn."

With the gong ringing, the big man walked into the people.

Under the command of the military man who was beating the gong, the uneasy people dragged their children to the lined shed, and then walked towards their own places under the inquiry of others.

The clerks in the shed became busy immediately.

Fan Chang sat dejectedly on a long bench not far from the greenhouse in Changzhu County. He was promoted again because of his outstanding performance on the Changzhu front line. Now he has been promoted to deputy lieutenant, with a thousand soldiers under his command. Now he is responsible for the security order of the entire site. After arranging military affairs every day, he will guard under the shed in Changzhu County, staring at the people walking towards Changzhu Shed one by one.

He was waiting, waiting for his brothers, sisters-in-law, nieces and nieces who were captured and plundered to Qi State to return home. He had been guarding for more than a month, but he came every day with excitement and returned in disappointment.

Fewer people have returned, and Fan Chang's hope is getting lower and lower. From where did those who returned, they found out that in Qi State, there are countless people who die for various reasons every day, and his emotions are getting lower and lower.

He poked the ground hard with his scabbard in annoyance, pounding a small hole in the ground, but still didn't stop, poking it hard one after another.

"Brother Fan, don't worry, good people have good luck, they will be fine. Maybe the elder brother and sister-in-law will be back today. Why don't you go and rest first? I'll stare here." Xiao Liang, who is already a gang leader, whispered to comfort Fan Chang when he saw the annoyed Fan Chang.

"A good person doesn't live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years." Fan Chang said with his blood-red eyes: "My elder brother is just too honest. No, I can't rest, you don't recognize my elder brother."

Fan Chang was stubbornly guarding wherever he was, but he didn't dare to look up at the people who had returned all the way. He just lowered his head and poked the ground with a scabbard.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but a low voice suddenly came from my ears: “Brother Fan, there is an old man staring at you.”

"My elder brother is only over thirty years old, what an old man!" Fan Chang said impatiently and raised his head, glanced at the old man staring at him as Xiaoliang said.

Just a glance, he was stunned.

Then he jumped up suddenly.

Although her clothes were torn, her gray scalp, and her face was full of wrinkles and frosty, Fan Chang still recognized her at a glance, and that was his elder brother.

The two brothers are several years apart. Since childhood, Fan Chang has been raised by his elder brother as if he was raising a son.

Fan Chang opened his mouth wide and wanted to call him Big Brother, but he couldn't make any sound. His mouth kept opening and closing, his hands stiffly raised, and tears flowed in his eyes.

The old man opposite looked at Fan Chang, hesitant, a little timid, and his eyes flashed with timidity. Naturally, he could not believe that the soldier in a bright military uniform and heroic appearance on the other side was his young brother in the image.

The two of them looked at each other, but neither took a step forward. When Xiaoliang saw this scene, he naturally understood that this old man was the elder brother who Brother Fan had been thinking about. He glanced at each other and saw Fan Chang as if he was glaring at him. He couldn't help but feel anxious. Don't be crazy. When he was anxious, he ignored it and raised his hand and slapped Fan Chang in the face.

"Brother Fan, wake up!" he shouted.

With a loud slap in the face, Fan Chang finally made a sound.

"Brother!" He howled and rushed over. When he was a few steps away from the old man, his knees were weak and he had already kneeled down. He slid on the ground for a few steps, and his hands were spread out, and he hugged the old man's legs tightly.

"Is it Achang? Is it you? It's you!" The old man trembled with his hands, held up Fan Chang's face, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Brother, it's me, it's Achang. Why did you become like this? Why did you become like this?" Fan Chang cried. "Where is sister-in-law? Where is the big nickname and the big girl?"

A few more people ran out of the crowd, and a haggard old woman was helped by two and a half-year-old boys, "Is it A Chang?"

"Sister-in-law!" Fan Chang burst into tears when he saw his sister-in-law who was as white as an old woman with an old man like a gray hair like a sixty-six-year-old woman.
Chapter completed!