Li Shimin's will: Li Zhi, the throne belongs to your brother

But through the cracks in the door and the worn-out window paper, everyone could vaguely see figures in it, and even hear exclamations.

Most of the people in the city were conscripted to the front line, leaving only a few old and weak women and children. Coupled with the turmoil of the army, most of the people hid in their houses.

The signs of such a dead city will only appear when the chaos subsides soon.

Soon, Li Shimin and others came to the City Lord's Mansion in Xiongjin City and held a simple discussion.

Li Shimin glanced at everyone, and introduced the situation straight to the point.

"Now that we have captured Woongjin City, and the king of Baekje has pleaded guilty, but no one has come out to surrender to us at this moment, what do you think should be done?"

Niu Jinda didn't even think about it, so he spoke directly.

"In my opinion, this place is only a few dozen miles away from Juba City. If you send troops directly to attack, you may be able to accept the letter of surrender before dark."

"King Yici has already been punished, and there may be chaos at the moment. When the civil strife subsides, the surrender may appear." Li Daozong thought for a while and said.

"Then when do we have to wait? Why don't we send troops directly and take Jubacheng directly, and declare that Baekje is defeated and it is the territory of the Tang Dynasty!"

"This is against the rules." Changsun Wuji stopped him: "Besides, this city can be taken down, but there are more than 200 cities in Baekje, big and small. Could it be possible to take down all of them?"

"This~" Niu Jinda was at a loss for words, and if he continued to fight, he would only get more surrendered troops, which was of little significance and wasted a lot of time and energy.

"Then Aiqing meant to write a letter to persuade him to surrender?" Li Shimin frowned and said.

"I think that Baekje has already lost the ability to fight back, and it would be a waste of time to continue fighting.

And we always want to rule this place, although the characters are the same, but the language is different, and we have to rely on the eight families of Baekje to rule. "

"That's true. Adding more killings is not conducive to the rule. We still have to find a pacifier."

Changsun Wuji spoke again at this time.

"I thought I could write a letter to persuade you to surrender, and at the same time sent spies to find out what happened in Naju Bacheng. Send troops or accept the surrender, you can make another plan."

"I think so too." Li Shimin agreed.

Although the sense of Baekje is not good, if you want to rule this place and implement government orders, you have to rely on these few families and the city lord in the early stage.

Like Goryeo, there must be someone to take refuge in and an ambassador to appease.

"The minister seconded the proposal!!"

"The minister seconded the proposal!!"

"Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink!" Li Shimin nodded, and after clarifying the pros and cons, he decided not to send troops, but instead persuaded him to surrender.

[I am the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty. Now the head of the thief is being punished. I will return the head of the thief to you. You have to surrender to me within three days. Otherwise, I will send troops to conquer the city. 】

After finishing writing, Li Shimin handed it over to the messenger and specially told him: "If you can enter Naju Bacheng, you must observe the situation in the city more."

"Yes!"

A messenger carried a letter on his chest, a Tang flag on his back, and rode on a fast horse, while several other messengers and thieves dragged a coffin and ran towards the city of Juba.

In the evening, he lived in the royal palace of Bacheng.

At this moment, the palace is still relatively safe, and there are still servants and maids, but everyone has a look of fear, worrying about their own lives, because no one can hide the news of the defeat of the millions of troops ahead.

Even if the palace maids and servants were like this, the people from the eight major clans, the guards, and Dao Chen gathered together were even more worried.

"The king is dead, so what should we do?" Chi Shouxin, a middle-aged man in black armor and a black helmet, said with a long sigh.

He has a yellow round helmet on his head, a red cloak on his body, and black teeth on both sides of his beard. At this moment, his brows are twisted into Sichuan characters: "The army of a million was defeated, and the Tang army is unmatched."

"I can't fight, Tang Jun is too strong as a cannon!" Dao Chen, who was in the shape of a big Buddha, shuddered, and hurriedly refused. He had long since lost the courage to resist.

"Why didn't you surrender?" said a child under ten years old.

"Surrender? Hahahaha." Chi Shouxin looked at that with a smile in his eyes, and there was sadness and absurdity in his laughter.

People from the King Buyeo family left Baekje by boat long ago, and they were either left behind or because the family was willing to be asked to guard the place.

And this child is Fuyu Yici's youngest son, who was used to replace the heir to the throne.

At this moment, he is talking about surrendering, which makes everyone feel that the future is bleak.

At this moment, Dao Chen's heart was moved: "How about I surrender, anyway, I am a Buddha's man!"

"Report~"

At this moment, a panicked and eager voice from the soldiers outside the door interrupted everyone's conversation.

"What's up!?"

"General Qi, there are several people outside the city tower saying that they are the messengers of the Tang army, carrying the coffin of the king and the letter of persuasion."

After all, the soldier who sent the order handed over a letter with both hands, but he didn't know who to give it to.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and no one wanted to pick it up.

Hei Chi Chang Zhi talked freely, stepped forward to take it, opened it and read it again.

After everyone heard this, their hearts were all terrified, and they exchanged glances, and they all saw the fear in each other's eyes.

"What should I do!?" Chi Shouxin looked at Changzhi with black teeth.

"Three days later, Tang Jun will come to fight." Dao Chen felt a great sense of crisis in his heart.

"General, please send a word, we will definitely obey the general's orders!" The other eight families also looked at him at this moment.

At this moment, Black Tooth Chang Zhi faintly became the leader and scapegoat of the crowd.

In this regard, Hei Chi Changzhi knew it well, and said after glancing at the crowd.

"The general intends to send troops to surrender to the Tang army in three days. If anyone wants to escape in these three days, he will not stop him from escaping there. If there is nothing else, let's leave there."

Sending the coffin is undoubtedly a warning, and these three days are undoubtedly the time to choose, you can escape, or you can choose to surrender.

Everyone was silent, and they would have already run away if they wanted to leave. Most of the people left were those who could not give up their family business, or were reluctant to part with their status.

Chapter 222 Is This Sweet Potato Ripe?

After confirming that everyone present was willing to surrender, everyone began to discuss matters related to the surrender of officials.

"Surrender is the most important thing sincerity. The jade seal, the letter of surrender, the map of the territory, and the surrender team are all indispensable. I can write the surrender letter later, and the civil and military officials of the surrender team can gather together, but this jade seal was taken away by the Fuyu family."

Chi Shouxin raised his head and asked the black-toothed Changzhi: "Without the jade seal, would Tang Jun accept it?"

Everyone's eyes exchanged with each other. The jade seal represents the supreme power and has extremely high symbolic meaning, but it was taken away by the Fuyu family, obviously hoping to wait for a restoration in the future.

"Why don't you make a fake one?" Dao Chen said.

Chi Shouxin shook his head: "It will be too late to make a fake one within three days, and if someone shows up with a real one in the future, wouldn't we be looking for a dead end?"

"Why don't you send someone to track it down?" Someone suggested.

"It's late, I'm afraid all the members of the Fuyu family have gone to sea if we go after him now!" The people on the side hurriedly stopped him.

"It's not like there are three more days..."

"Speak carefully~" The man was stopped by others as soon as he opened his mouth.

Black Teeth often stretched his brows and said.

"There should be no need to worry at this time. It is rumored that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty is unparalleled in virtue. As long as we surrender sincerely, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty will not care about the loss of the jade seal."

"Yes, yes!"

"Thinking about it, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty is not willing to continue fighting now, otherwise he would not persuade me to surrender."

The officials of the eight major families sighed one after another. The battle has been fought to this point. It is not difficult to know whether Baekje is still capable of resisting.

Hei Chi Chang Zhi glanced at the crowd and said: "In that case, then I should reply to this letter and inform the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty about our willingness to surrender and the fact that we have no jade seal, so as not to misunderstand.

What do you guys think? "

"As it should be!"

"General righteousness."

In the eyes of everyone, Hei Chi Chang Zhi picked up a brush and reported that his party was willing to surrender and that the members of the Fu Yu family had taken away the jade seal, and then handed it to the messenger.

Looking at the back of the messenger going away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"If there's nothing wrong, then let's go!" Hei Chi Chang Zhi said with a glance at everyone.

"Thank you General~"

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at the same time.

Among the enemy's barracks in Xiongjin City, the Tang army is cleaning up here, preparing to use this place as a garrison.

A large number of weapons, a small number of prisoners of war and other supplies were seized in the barracks, among which sweet potatoes accounted for the largest proportion of military rations.

"Baekje people eat this kind of food?"

Li Shimin frowned into a Sichuan character, and picked up a sweet potato, only to see that it was red-skinned and oval, with different shapes and sizes. After weighing it, it felt very heavy.

"So the sweet potato looks like this?" Niu Jinda took it from the side, holding it in his hand and looking at it.

"Is this food enough to eat? I don't know if this food is good or not."

"I don't know where this thing grew, but it can grow so big."

"Baekje people use it as military rations. Could it be that this kind of thing is extremely easy to grow?" Li Daozong saw the strangeness at this moment. The proportion of sweet potatoes in the enemy's military rations was too high.

After looking at it for a while, Li Shimin turned around and asked Li Daozong and others beside him: "How is the yield of this kind of sweet potato?"

"This~"

"Damn~! It's my fault." Li Shimin immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly sent an order: "Come here, arrest two Baekje prisoners who can speak Chinese, and I will interrogate them myself!"

"Yes!"

Not long after, two Baekje people in silk and satin were helped to Li Shimin.

"Emperor Tang, spare me, spare me, don't kill me...don't kill me..." the two prisoners cried and begged for mercy.

"As long as you answer my question, I will spare you!" Li Shimin said, looking at the two kneeling begging for mercy.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Majesty~"

"I ask you, what is the yield per mu of sweet potatoes?" Li Shimin took out the sweet potatoes and asked.

Hearing Li Shimin's question, the two were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect such a simple question, so they hurriedly answered.

"There are forty stones in an acre."

"No, there are fifty stones in an acre!"

"Yes, fifty stones to an acre."

Hearing what the two said, Li Shimin and others took a deep breath, their faces were moved, and their eyes became fiery and cautious.

.

"Hmph, is it forty stones or fifty stones?" Li Shimin straightened his face, pointed to one of them and said, "You come and answer me!"

The person pointed at felt as if he was being watched by a hungry wolf, and replied tremblingly: "Red...sweet potatoes...if they are well looked after, they can have fifty shi, but if they are not well looked after, most of them are only three. Forty stone!"

"You answer me!" Li Shimin frowned, pointing to another person and said.

"Sweet potatoes... sweet potatoes, most of them yield about [-] shi." The other person repeated timidly.

"Is this true?" Li Shimin stared at the two of them closely, feeling a little certain in his heart that what they said was probably true, and this sweet potato really had so much production, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

"It's...it's true." The two looked at each other and said with certainty.

As soon as the words fell, Niu Jinda and others couldn't help talking in a low voice anymore.

Niu Jinda looked at the sweet potato in his hand and said with fiery eyes.

"It's terrible, the yield of one mu of chestnut rice is only a little more than two stones (three hundred catties), and this sweet potato is directly more than 20 times that. This kind of yield is terrible."

"With such fetishes, Datang is no longer afraid of the famine. God bless Datang!!"

"I used to think that fighting Baekje was a waste of ammunition, but now it seems that it is really worth it."

"Damn, there is such a fetish that you don't want to dedicate it to the Tang country!!"

"···"

"Come here, take them down to find a place where sweet potatoes are grown, and interrogate them there. I want to know everything about sweet potatoes!"