Cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, this is what Yang Xuan learned from the scroll.

In his ears, Suzaku began to chatter endlessly, "These kinds of executions are all carried out by people with an orderly inheritance. Anyone with less than a thousand cuts will be punished, and his or her own brand will also be damaged.

Those people practice their knife skills at home when they have nothing to do... They never use others to cut vegetables at home."

He also has to be a good cook.

The old thief deliberately kept his mouth shut during the execution, and Ding Yuan's miserable howls could not be heard.

Lin Feibao was also amazed by this kind of punishment. Zhang Xu said: "Commander, how could Mr. Lang do such a cruel thing?"

"What are you worried about?" Lin Feibao was admiring.

Zhang Xu said: "I am worried that in the future those civil servants and literati will criticize Mr. Lang for his cruelty."

"Do you think Lang Jun cares about those people?"

"But what about your posthumous name!"

"You don't care about your life, why do you care about your name after death?"

"The leader is really open-minded."

"It is your husband who is open-minded."

Yang Xuan got tired of listening and said: "Shut up!"

The city became quiet.

"Immediately ride to Taoxian to report the victory and tell Liu Sima to start migrating the people here."

"yes."

Hurry out of the city.

I guess there will still be a lot of fuss over immigration.

Han Ji said: "I'm just afraid that the people won't agree."

"Everything must have a beginning." Yang Xuan said, "In the future, more and more places will be brought under the jurisdiction of Northern Xinjiang...Old Han, in fact, the population of Northern Xinjiang is quite large. If it were not for land reclamation, in the past two years,

There will be more refugees.

Again, why not look outside?

The land is just there, and God has not put a cover on it. It rains when it rains, and the sun shines when it shines.

I made a condition that for those who come here, everything will be provided by the government, and they will not pay taxes for three years of farming."

Three years of recuperation is enough for those immigrants to live a better life than they originally had in northern Xinjiang.

"What does this man do with his life? Look at those people, with their backs to the sky and their faces facing the loess, poor food, and even suffering from illness.

They say life is full of hardships, but you persevere through the tough days, why?"

Yang Xuan pointed to his heart, "It's because they have hope in their hearts! They hope that good days will come to them one day.

For this reason, they prayed to the gods with great piety.

But the gods covered their ears.

Since the gods refuse to give them a good life, then I will!"

Ning Yayun nodded, "I believe this."

From the day he arrived in Northern Xinjiang, he has been observing this place.

It turns out that the life of the people in Northern Xinjiang is really hard. Every year they count on Chang'an to send money and food. This is one of the important reasons why Northern Xinjiang has always chosen to endure in the face of Chang'an's suppression.

What did you say... I don't have food in my hands, and I don't have any strong words.

As land reclamation continued and Yang Xuan purchased a lot of grain in advance, the food self-sufficiency rate in Northern Xinjiang was rising.

The people's demands are not high. Once they have food in their hands, they don't have to worry about being strangled.

These are the good days.

Who gave you such a good life?

Boss Yang!

Ta-ta-ta!

Scouts came from outside the city.

"Deputy envoy, enemy scouts were discovered."

"Haha!" Yang Xuan smiled, "I'm here to have a feast!"

He waved his hand and said, "Build the Beijing Temple!"

This was a traditional craft. They happily ordered the people to take the corpses out of the city, and began to build a temple three miles away from the city.

"Send the enemy scouts over."

Boss Yang was very interested to see the enemy's reaction.

More than a hundred enemy scouts slowed down in fear.

"Yang Gou is so good at using troops that he doesn't cover the battlefield?" the general leading the team asked suspiciously.

When an army besieges a city, the most important thing is to cover the battlefield so that the outside world does not know the situation of the battle.

They approached Nangui City slowly and suspiciously.

No one stopped me along the way.

They stopped until they reached a small river.

Opposite them, a group of Northern Xinjiang Army scouts were pointing at them, but they did not approach.

"This isn't right."

The general leading the team said: "Look to the left and right."

A scout pointed forward, "Look!"

The general said angrily, "What the hell?"

He slowly raised his head and stretched out his hands to build a shelter over his eyes.

Ahead, a mountain of earth is taking shape.

Looking down, two people worked in groups, carrying the corpse, and numbly walked towards the mountain.

There is a continuous line of people like this...all the way to the city.

Rumors flashed through the general's mind.

He couldn't open his mouth and trembled a few times.

Someone screamed, "It belongs to Yang Gou, it belongs to Yang Gou... Jingguan!"

"Nangui City is lost, retreat!"

The Tang army scouts ignored them and allowed them to evacuate.

…

In Chengyang City.

Xiao Hongde's face was ashen.

He had just received a letter from the steward at home. In the letter, the steward sadly told him that the three concubines he had left at home had all gone.

One was hit by falling rocks when he went out in the morning... No one could explain where the rocks on the roof came from.

One of them suddenly vomited blood while eating, and said he was choking to death... But he wouldn't vomit blood if he choked to death!

The last one saw the miserable deaths of his two seniors and hid in the room and did not dare to come out.

But unfortunately, one morning when the servant went to fetch water, he found a long hair in the well. He thought it was a female ghost and screamed in fright.

It was later discovered that it was the third concubine. When they picked her up, she was already dead.

"Bitch!"

Xiao Hongde was furious, but then he sat down slumped.

This is an opportunity... Zhao Dora thought about Eagle Guard asking her to win over Xiao Hongde, so she asked: "Please be sure this is..."

Xiao Hongde gritted his teeth and said: "There was an accident at home, and three of my concubines died."

"This is really sad news."

"yes!"

"I have to write home and tell those women to be careful."

Those, at first glance, sound like old snakeskin.

There are many women.

Xiao Hongde sighed, "Yes! Be careful."
To be continued...