In the wind and snow, a group of cavalry and carriages drove out of Chang'an.

The cavalrymen all wore iron armor with basin collars, their horses were tall and majestic, and they were covered with animal skins. Yu Yu moved forward in the wind and snow.

The carriage is painted black, with painted wheels and covered with curtains, which is incompatible with the wind and snow.

It was windy and snowy outside, but it was warm as spring inside.

There was a bronze stove placed in the middle. The charcoal fire in the stove was dark red and seemed to be burning but not extinguished. There was no trace of smoke.

There were three people sitting cross-legged around the stove. They were all wrapped in fur cloaks, either mink or fox velvet. They were very luxurious.

"With similar talents and different talents, Shi Ji's four treatises are a model for the world, and his calligraphy is also a masterpiece of the world. However, the Xiahou Governor was blinded by a leaf and did not know the profound meaning." A young man in his twenties held a bamboo slip and read more and more.

The happier I am.

It's just that he looks thin, and there is always a faint sinister air between his eyebrows.

Talent refers to talent, character, and the same, different, combined, and separated talents are common topics in metaphysics.

The young man on the left said: "It is natural that the Xiahou Governor is busy with military affairs and has no time to entertain us. Brother Gonglu, please don't take it personally."

"Boyu, you are too easy-going. Xiahou Taichu rejected Shi Ji not once or twice."

On the back is a young man wearing a mink cloak and a small crown. His face is like white jade, and his handsome eyebrows are a bit depressed. "Xiahou Taichu is a famous person in the world. In the past, he was not unkind to the younger brother of Empress Mao. It is natural for him to look down on us."

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Gonglu was Jia Chong, the son of Jia Kui, the former governor of Yuzhou, Shi Ji was Zhong Hui, the son of former Taifu Zhong Yao, and Boyu was Wei Guan, the son of former Shangshu Wei Jian.

The Zhong and Wei families were family friends, so Zhong Hui would always accompany Wei Guan when he traveled abroad.

Jia Chong, the minister of Huangmen, stayed in Chang'an to deliver the reward for the Battle of Jianzhong. He happened to meet Zhong Hui and Wei Guan. The three were of similar age and were old acquaintances, so they returned to Luoyang together.

"Xiahou Taichu is not the only famous person in the world." Jia Chong said with a smile.

"Oh? Is there anyone in the world who can compare with Governor Xiahou?" Zhong Hui suddenly became interested.

"Have Shi Ji ever heard of Uncle Ji of Qiao State?"

"But Ji Kang Ji Zhongsan?" Zhong Hui's starry eyes lit up.

Taiwei Jiang Ji was quite good at recognizing people. He once said that looking at his eyes would be enough to know people.

When I saw Zhong Hui when he was five years old, his eyes were like stars, so different that he called him "very human"!

Jia Chong laughed: "That's right, Ji Shuye is seven feet eight inches tall, looks like an immortal, and his music, poetry, calligraphy and painting are all top-notch in the world!"

Zhong Hui's eyes sparkled, as if a young girl in love met her husband, "I've heard his name for a long time, but I haven't even met him yet!"

Wei Guan glanced at Jia Chong and said in a low voice: "Ji Zhong spreads the teachings of Lao Zhuang and Zhuang Zhuang, advocating transcending famous teachings and letting nature take its course. If Shi Ji visits him rashly, he will definitely reject him."

"I sincerely ask for permission, can the other side refuse me?" Zhong Hui was so happy that he wished he could fly back to Luoyang. He opened the curtain and shouted to the coachman, "Speed ​​up and return to Luoyang."

The wind and snow quickly covered the ruts and hoof prints.

It also covered up the bodies in the Hexi Valley.

Yang Zheng looked at the prisoner in front of him, his clothes were ragged and he was shivering.

Zhang Te defeated them in half an hour, beheading the bandit chief with his own hands. Two people were killed in the Ji camp, eleven people were killed in the Qiang camp, and more than a hundred were injured.

More than 750 thieves were captured and more than 300 were killed, but no one escaped.

Being able to go out and plunder in such cold weather means you are naturally strong.

"This valley can protect us from the wind and snow, so we will set up camp here." It was too cold, and every time he said a word, a cloud of white mist would spray out.

"These thieves..." Zhang Te had murderous intent in his eyes.

Yang Zheng glanced at the wild and untamable thief, "Just pick out the leader of the thief and kill him as a warning. The others will be imprisoned separately."

Zhang Te is a very good executor.

The camp was set up, the livestock was slaughtered, the meat porridge was cooked, the scouts were dispatched, and the secret sentries were arranged. Everything was in order.

More than twenty thieves were escorted to the middle of the valley.

These people had slightly more decent clothes and leather armor, and it seemed like they were living a good life.

The prisoners and Qiang people all came to watch.

"I am the Western Commander of the imperial court and the decree of the Wei Dynasty. You are all the people under my rule. From now on, you will all move to Panghan." Yang Zheng said loudly.

More than a thousand Qiang people, all the bloody men had died in the battle, and most of the remaining ones were women and children.

He huddled up like a jackdaw in the cold wind, his eyes dull, his expression numb, and he seemed unable to even cry, let alone answer.

Yang Zheng had prepared an impassioned speech, but he couldn't continue.

With a wave of his hand, he asked the soldiers to carry the meat porridge.

Only then did the Qiang people's eyes become angry.

"Come one by one, there is something for everyone."

Meat porridge is more convincing than anything else. After drinking the porridge, the Qiang people's eyes felt a little warmer, and they no longer looked fearful in their eyes when looking at Yang Zheng.

The prisoners also watched eagerly.

Yang Zheng's heart moved. He held the meat porridge in one hand and the ring-headed knife in the other, pointing at one of them, "Come out."

The prisoner was shocked and shrank back into the crowd.

But he was quickly brought out by the soldiers.

"Do you want to die or live?" Yang Zheng narrowed his eyes and asked.

The captive was a tall man, about twenty-three or four years old. He was wrapped in animal skins, rags and other things. His two big toes were exposed from the straw sandals on his feet, and they were purple from the cold.

"Live..." The prisoner didn't hesitate.

Most of the Qiang people in Longxi and near Jincheng can understand Chinese.

Since the Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties, the Central Plains dynasty has been operating here for more than five hundred years, and has exerted a subtle influence on countless Qiang tribes.

Yang Zheng handed over the knife in his hand and pointed at the prisoners on the ground, "Kill one person and drink porridge."

In the face of survival, no matter how wild you are, you will be tamed.

The prisoner's horrified eyes wandered between the ring knife and the meat porridge, and then looked at the thief's head pinned to the ground.

Yang Zheng looked at him quietly.

The prisoner's eyes changed several times, and his stomach was rumbling.

Finally, his eyes became fierce, he took the ring knife and walked towards the thief.

The thieves yelled, and the prisoner tremblingly raised his knife and swung it down...

Perhaps he had been hungry for too long and was unable to swing the knife. The blade got stuck on the thief's neck, and the thief let out a shrill scream that echoed throughout the valley.

The prisoner drew his knife and swung it with all his strength...

The screams stopped suddenly, blood splashed all over him, and then gradually turned into thin ice.

"Okay!" Yang Zheng handed over the warm meat porridge, and he drank it in one gulp.

After finishing the drink, he half-knelt in front of Yang Zheng and said, "I will leave this humble life to the adults from now on."

Qiang, Hu, Xiongnu and Xianbei are respectfully called adults.

This man is quite smart.

"May I have your name?"

After drinking the meat porridge, his eyes gradually became brighter and he said, "Greyhound."

Ordinary Qiang people don't have names, so they call them whatever they see.

If there is one, there will be two, and the other prisoners are fighting for it.

More than twenty people are not enough to kill.

The effect of submitting a certificate is more effective than killing one person to serve as a warning to others.

Looking at the hungry eyes of the prisoners, Yang Zheng did not relent and let them starve all night.

And these more than twenty instigators became Yang Zheng's most loyal supporters, supervising the prisoners for Yang Zheng.

"Greyhound, where did you come from?" Yang Zheng drank a bowl of meat porridge, and a warm feeling surged from his stomach.

"The villain is from the southwest area of ​​​​a rocky mountain."

Shishan Mountain in the southwest is an extension of the Qilian Mountains and is also a rather broad regional concept.

The Big Dipper is high, and Geshu carries a knife at night. Even now, when I spy on the herding horses, I dare not cross Lintao.

The famous Battle of Stone Castle took place here.
Chapter completed!