After the sunshine time of more than 14 hours in the desert, it was still very bright after 10 o'clock in the evening. Under such a "night sky", Wu Ziyang wrote a diary bit by bit. No candles or oil lamps, and he could write freely with the light of the sky.

A brief record of what happened today. Wu Ziyang wrote "Leave Helin City tomorrow", and stopped writing and looked at the record with a loss. Wu Ziyang didn't know that this feeling was because he had to give up Helin, the Mongolian capital, or after conquering this city, he found that the size of the city was even worse than that of some wealthy counties in the Song Dynasty.

"Is President Wu still not sleeping? He is about to set off at dawn." Yang Tiexin's voice came not far away.

Wu Ziyang closed the notebook and smiled, "It's dawn soon, why are you waiting for dawn?"

To the south of Yinshan Mountain, the sunset time is almost the same as the night. Wu Ziyang learned the definition of sunshine time, sunset time, and night, but felt that it was meaningless. After staying with the forest for a few days, Wu Ziyang discovered that textbooks were much scientific and rigorous than he imagined. The so-called nightfall is not the same as darkness. During the hours between sunset time and night, you can still read and write easily. Even in the so-called night, the sky is still gray, and people can still distinguish each other by more than ten meters apart. According to Hangzhou's dawn standard, after another four hours, it will be dawn.

Yang Tiexin smiled and said, "Well, under such a geographical location, the benefits of living in a yurt are reflected."

When he asked him to talk about such a relaxed topic, it was obvious that Yang Tiexin was in a good mood. After saying that, Yang Tiexin entered the headquarters. Looking at Yang Tiexin's back, Wu Ziyang was in a good mood. He went to the Northern Military Region to not only be the head of the society, but also to be responsible for the school work of the Yinshan Military Region. Another important task was to investigate whether there was a question of vassalization and privateization in the army.

Standing up, Wu Ziyang decided to follow Yang Tiexin's advice to go to bed. Leaving Helin tomorrow means returning to the normal sky. He spent a winter in the Yinshan War Zone and knew how dark the winter north of Yinshan was.

The troops set out after the sky was bright, and Yang Tiexin and the others did not leave until 6 pm to follow the last wave of troops. In this way, before 10 pm, they could arrive at the military station fifty miles away.

Walking in the silent Helin City and looking at the quiet buildings, Wu Ziyang couldn't help but ask: "There will be many Mongolians in Helin City at this time next year?"

"Where should they go if they don't come to Helin?" Yang Tiexin replied happily. This is why he finally decided not to burn Helin City. This year, bury the Mongols into the soil. Next year, you can gain a lot of new Mongols.

Wu Ziyang thought about this, but said nothing. Before entering Helin, the report had been sent to Hangzhou. There was no full statement of "x family army" on the front line. Soldiers pay more and more attention to honor, so each unit boasted by the name of "a certain military region" and "a certain war zone" or the xx division where they served. Although there were a few generals who knew what to think about in other war zones that said "x family army" to their subordinates, those war zones were not front-line war zones. The war is still going on now, and the Zhao Guan family will probably not take action. When autumn comes and the Song army begins to withdraw to the starting point, it is probably when the Zhao Guan family cleans up the army.

Seeing that Wu Ziyang didn't say anything, Yang Tiexin didn't say anything. The Song army withdrew from Helin neatly and cautiously and set out on the road to the south safely.

When the Song army entered Helin City, there seemed to be no Mongolians around. On the third day after the Song army left, a small group of Mongolians still entered Helin City. On the fifth day, Prince Borjijin Asubala, who led his troops to escape, returned to the mansion of Helin City. There were no people in the city, but the buildings were still there. From the signs, the Song army had rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find money, but did not plunder like the Mongols.

"Look for some women to clean up." Looking at the messy house, Prince Borjijin Asubala said in his life.

"There is no one in the city." The subordinate replied.

Prince Borjijin Asubala said angrily: "Then let the nearby tribes come to the city."

Hearing the order, his subordinates immediately went out to execute. The prince could only help up a chair that fell to the ground. Because he did it himself, the prince snorted and said angrily: "Useless Song people!"

According to the Mongolians' habits, nothing will be left wherever they go. What can be taken will naturally be taken away, and what cannot be taken away will be destroyed. For example, if this chair falls into the hands of the Mongolians, it will have to be lifted up and broken on the ground.

Soon, the nearby tribes received the order from the prince to move them to live in Helin City. Some tribes were very happy. What was the place where Helin City was? It was the golden tent of the Mongolian Khan. Even though the Khan had not returned to Helin for decades, it was still Shangjing, and it was a prosperous place for merchants to interact. Those small tribes were not qualified to move to Helin.

Some tribes did not choose to obey the orders, and they just sent people to the city to greet the prince. When Prince Borjijin Asubala saw these people, he immediately ordered them to offer their children and slaves to the prince and the Mongolian army as servants. Those tribes that had arrived in Helin had nowhere to escape were all at a loss. Other tribe messengers who had not migrated from the entire tribe were also scared, but they felt that the tribe was still safe.

Looking at the expressions of these guys, Borjijin Asubala sneered in his heart. He had sent his own personal troops to capture the tribes that had not been moved. Now the personal troops have probably started to act. Although he was sneering in his heart, some of them were angry. Prince Borjijin Asubala felt that these poor people were too ungrateful and asked them to come to the city to serve the prince. These people actually pushed and put in such a lot of effort. These poor people are really hateful.

As someone took the poor, the prince was waiting for the latest news. Before the news of the arrest came, the news of the large tribes by the river hundreds of miles away arrived first. Kneeled in front of the prince, the messengers told the situation they saw in horror. The descriptions were so incoherent that Prince Borjijin Asubala asked the guards to whip each of the messengers first before they stopped talking nonsense.

"I ask you, are there many people dead in those tribes?" the prince asked. The messengers nodded repeatedly.

The prince just heard these guys keep talking about how fierce the Song army was, but he actually knew the result.

"Have those people escaped to He Lin's side?"

"No. No. They don't come."

"I'll ask you again, did Song Jun come here?"

The messengers answered one after another: "No. The Song army is chasing those tribes and is getting farther and farther away from Helin."

The prince's face finally looked a little better. As long as he had nothing to do with Lin, the prince couldn't control the life and death of those tribes. There was no death on the grassland that day, the more people died, the more grasslands and rivers could be vacant.

By the time the prince captured tens of thousands of Mongolian tribes and asked them to concentrate in Helin. More than ten days have passed. The Song army infantry had swept away the Mongolian tribes nearby and returned to the starting point safely. News that the Song army infantry entered Helin and wiped out a total of 100,000 Mongolians reached Hangzhou.

These news first spread rapidly in the city. More than 20 years ago, the Song Dynasty was often killed by Mongolia by 100,000. Too many Song people who had experienced that era were alive. When they heard such news, they showed a smile from the bottom of their hearts. Many people simply went to worship their ancestors and burned the newspapers that wrote the news, which was full of excitement of "The King's Army's Day of the Central Plains, and the family sacrifice was never forgotten to tell the old man."

The young urban population, especially young people who are just twenty years old, are not so excited. They are no longer threatened by Mongolia since they were born. What they saw during their growth was that the Song army went from one victory to another. What they saw was the achievements of the Song Dynasty's continuous recovery of its hometown. Many young people even had the impression that all the land within the border of the Song Dynasty in textbooks and newspapers was only stolen by the Mongolians in the past 20 or 30 years.

Zhao Jiaren did not pay special attention to this news. According to the investigation and estimates, the number of barbarians in the Great Song Dynasty is now huge, with a total of between 10 million and 20 million. Even if the lower limit is 10 million, such victory will still take a hundred times to resolve the enemy. Therefore, Zhao Jiaren instructed that "the future is bright and the road is tortuous. Thank you again for your hard work, and at the same time, we hope that comrades will be cautious and persevere until all barbarians on the Great Song Dynasty land are completely eliminated."

After issuing this warrant, Zhao Jiaren looked forward to the report of the cavalry. According to incomplete statistics before, the cavalry killed about 30 to 400,000 Mongolians by the river in a few months. It is already late May. According to the description of "the north wind blows the ground and the white grass is broken, and the Hutian is flying snow in August", the Song army can fight for another two months.

With expectations for the war in the north, Zhao Jiaren attended the meeting of the Ministry of Agriculture. The Ministry of Agriculture said excitedly, "This year, more than 400,000 poor people immigrated to Henan. I hope it will reach 500,000 next year."

Before the meeting was too hot, Zhao Jiaren went up and poured a basin of cold water, "Are those people suitable for collective labor?"

"Ah?" A group of officials from the Ministry of Agriculture were overwhelmed by this.

"Some people are suitable for everyone to cooperate, while others are not suitable. It has nothing to do with whether they are good or bad, nor their personal wishes. Many people do not have the ability to communicate effectively with others. Therefore, the Ministry of Agriculture has to consider management issues on their own."

As soon as Zhao Jiaren finished speaking, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Agriculture responded: "If you don't do it well, just let them get out!"

After hearing this, Zhao Jiaren almost frowned deeply. He tapped the table gently on the table, and then realized his disobedience. The meeting ended for more than 40 minutes. Zhao Jiaren looked tired as the people left the venue, and a cup of tea was handed to Zhao Jiaren. He turned around and saw Zhao Jiaren's former secretary Zhao Ruoshui and current intern secretary Zhao Qian stood beside him.

Zhao Ruoshui said to his elder brother dissatisfiedly: "Brother, our father is so tired, you have to be more considerate of him."

"I really can't do the work of serving tea and water." Zhao Qian told the truth.

"Hmph, I'm going to get married soon. I'm really worried about handing this stall over to you." Zhao Ruoshui said very dissatisfied.

Zhao Jiaren smiled and said that his daughter was just a little cotton jacket. It was really right to expect a science and engineering man like Zhao Qian to be so concerned about his well-being, that would be a trick with the tiger. If he could really do it, Zhao Jiaren would be a great master who had the ability to make a fool of himself.

"Auntie, you are about to get married now, so I will prepare more for you." Zhao Jiaren said with a smile.

"Dad, I will make it clear. If I get married, I won't marry someone else's family. First, I won't go to that guy's ancestral home to live, I want to buy a house by myself. Second, if I get pregnant, I have to go home to raise my baby and have a baby."

Zhao Jiaren smiled and said, "Don't worry, I promise you." His daughter's request is just a common requirement for women in the 21st century. Although some people will definitely say that women are too realistic, Zhao Jiaren thinks that his own daughter must be taken good care of.

"What if my mother doesn't agree?" Zhao Ruoshui quickly made every possibility as much as possible.

"You don't have to worry about your mother. I can make the decision on this matter." Zhao Jiaren replied readily.

After hearing his sister's request, Zhao Qian couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Dad, no wonder you promised my wife to go back to her parents' home to have a baby."

"You have to be in line with the principles of nature and human nature. Your wife has no experience in giving birth to her first child, and you have no experience. She is uneasy when she stays in our family. This is not a matter of face, so let's not talk about face at this time."

"That's right, that's right." Zhao Ruoshui immediately agreed with his father, "Brother, you just like to be stubborn as you're fine. People obviously don't like it in their hearts, so don't force them."

Zhao Qian couldn't help rolling his eyes. He knew that his sister was smart and clever. If she didn't take out her lady's temper, it would be quite popular. Of course, this means that if Zhao Ruoshui took out some of her essence, it would be painful.

Zhao Jiaren didn't answer his daughter's words, and he asked Zhao Qian, "Dalang, what do you think is the key points of this meeting."

"Dad, I think they said they didn't do well and let them get out. You seem very angry." Zhao Qian replied.

"Oh? It's so obvious? I thought I was a person who could not show his emotions." Zhao Jiaren sighed.

"Dad, we are studying management in the military. The method of expelling people if they feel unsatisfied is absolutely not used. This is to ask the world to revolve around us. That is too willful. I didn't expect that the people in the Ministry of Agriculture are so willful."

"Lety is nature. This is how humans are. I am actually worried that if you work at the grassroots level for a few more years, you will see more incompetent people, and you will be so simple and crude."
Chapter completed!