A middle aged frail looking man is drinking alone under a tree. He felt worthless.
He has done everything he could to make this city safer. From asking more funds to build militia Army. To strengthen city walls.
Unfortunately his proposal was denied.
The central government wasn't willing to waste money to this God forsaken place.
Too many young men died in the endless fight against Barbarians over the decades.
His hope to create a militia army was crushed before he could start.
Woods have to be carried from other regions. The cost is astronomical. The city couldn't afford to build stronger walls.
They could only make pitiful city walls. Not enough to withstand the Barbarians.
Their horses could easily jump over the so called walls.
"Five villages got destroyed in a single raid. That's more than few hundred people..."
The Governor sighs and sips his cheap urine like wine. He did his best. He still couldn't help his people.
Maybe he should just retired. Let someone more capable to lead this town.
A voice asks, "Are you the Governor?"
No response from the half drunk man.
Fei sighs. He has heard the Governor is a good leader.
Unfortunately even a good Housewife can't cook without rice.
Small funds. Not enough labors. It's hard to rebuild this town.
The Central government has given up hope on this border city a long time ago.
Fei squats and stares at the drunkard.
He asks, "I have a good way to built stronger city walls. Do I have your permission?"
The Governor suddenly grabs his hands. His eyes look a bit sober enough.
He pleads, "Do tell."
"Mud bricks. We have enough dirts in this region."
"We tried. The walls simply won't stand long enough."
"Let me build a house from mud bricks first. Let you see the wonders with your own eyes."
"Okay. The government will support you."
Fei nods his head.
Shao Yang looks another way. That dirty looking guy dared to hold his Wifey' s hands. He wants to chop them off.
They leave and go home.
Fei is relieved when he found his money intact. No one would search the beam. Not in a dilipidated house like this.
Yang Yang curses. Their lambs and chickens got taken away. Those greedy Barbarians even stole their rice sack.
Fei taps his shoulder.
He encourages, "It's okay. I got better way to find money. Tomorrow let's go to slave market. We need to have more men power."
"Okay."
They rest for the night. Dreaming for a better life.
The marketplace is as busy as ever. As if the Barbarian raid never occurred.
Yang Yang has grown some beards. He has short hair. He wears local clothing style.
The slave trader won't even recognize him right now.
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Trash Strikes Back (BL) (End)
Historical FictionHis father is a hero. His mother was known for her peerless beauty. He is known as trash. Good for nothing. Rich second generation. Prodigal son Live a leisure salted fish life in bordertown. Could his dream come true? Warning: the setting is ancien...
