After being accommodated, Song Zhen prepared to rest for two days.
The little official who was traveling with him disappeared, and Song Zhen didn't ask anything.
The dinner was good and suited Song Zhen's taste.
"The deputy envoy personally asked about it."
The cook who was called said.
"Zitai is interested."
Song Zhen knew that the pyrotechnic friendship between him and Yang Xuan would not last long... Friendship is priceless, but many times, friendship will be worn away. If you think that friendship can last forever and can use this friendship forever, then you think
Much more.
No one will tolerate your mistakes.
After dinner, he lingered in the yard for a long time, thinking about Northern Xinjiang and the situation of his trip.
Lin Da came, his mouth full of food and said, "Alang, the food here is good."
"There's a lot of beef and mutton," Song Zhen said.
Lin Da wiped the corner of his mouth, "Alang, what should we do now? Go back?"
"Go back..." Song Zhen said: "Going back means going home. I also want to go home, but I am worried that the world will be in chaos."
Lin Da said angrily: "That has nothing to do with our family."
"There are no unbroken eggs under an overturned nest!" Song Zhen put his hands behind his hands and looked at the night sky, "Coming out of Chang'an, you can see refugees all the way. This makes me worried.
After arriving in Northern Xinjiang, everything changed. Refugees are rare, and even if they exist, they come from outside and seek refuge in Northern Xinjiang."
"Yes! They say they are going to open up wasteland here in Northern Xinjiang. Go north. How brave you are! A Lang!"
"This is progress.
While the areas outside Northern Xinjiang are declining, Northern Xinjiang is actively making progress. A few years later, and ten years later, the gap becomes even wider.
You have to know that once the gap reaches a certain level, people in Northern Xinjiang will dislike those outside Northern Xinjiang.
In the same way, people outside Northern Xinjiang will also attack Northern Xinjiang.
When that time comes, all it takes is someone to step forward and give Zitai a piece of clothing... and the world will be in complete chaos."
"The clothes Alang mentioned are..."
"Dragon robe!"
Lin Da was startled, looked around and saw no one around, and whispered: "Alang, I don't dare to say this."
Song Zhen smiled and said, "This is Northern Xinjiang."
Lin Da hesitated for a moment, "Alang, why don't you go back! Even if you want to go to Northern Xinjiang, it will be many years later.
Besides, with your friendship with Deputy Ambassador Yang, even...our family can be preserved."
"I think so too, but I can sit back and watch the Tang Dynasty fall into the abyss, but I am completely powerless. That feeling would be worse than death."
Voices came from the front yard.
"I met the deputy envoy."
Lin Da said: "Deputy Envoy Yang is here."
Yang Xuan came with a wine jar.
"Song Gong hasn't gone to bed yet? Just in time."
Song Zhen smiled and said, "Are you here to drink with me?"
"Yes!" Yang Xuan came over, "I won't be free again in a while."
When someone came in, they set up eucalyptus tables and mats in the yard, and hung lanterns on the trees, hazy and refreshing in the moonlight.
"Where are you going?" Song Zhen sat down.
"North."
Yang Xuan was unsealing the wine, and while removing the wax, he said: "Spring has begun, and people have to go to the fields. The scale of land reclamation will be huge this year..."
"Then let's go north with you..." Song Zhen took the wine glass from Uda.
"There are only so many fields in northern Xinjiang. The powerful have taken over a lot of them, but the common people are not enough."
"Have you never thought about taking action against powerful people?" Song Zhen asked.
"I never thought about it."
"I don't believe it." Song Zhen handed over the wine glass, and Yang Xuan poured him a glass of wine, "After all, you can't be the public enemy of the world."
Outside, Han Ji was holding a wine flask in his hand, and Tu Shang was beside him.
"Lang Jun's temperament should be to kill everyone." Tu Chang said.
Han Ji took a sip from the spout of the pot and said, "Lang Jun is now a fledgling man and has dealt with all the powerful men. The powerful men in the world will hate him to the core. It's still early for this."
Furthermore, retaining the tyrants can show the world that the tyrants are actually a cancer in the world."
Inside, Song Zhen took a sip of wine and asked, "Are you going to attack Northern Liao?"
"Yes!" Yang Xuan raised his glass, "The common people have worked hard to support the Northern Xinjiang Army. Their troubles should be solved by the Northern Xinjiang Army. If there is no land, the swords and guns of the Northern Xinjiang Army will speak for them."
Song Zhen had never seen this kind of aggressive attitude in many years.
"If Northern Xinjiang continues to be strong..."
"I have said it many times." Yang Xuan reiterated his attitude, pointing to the sky, "I will live up to the Tang Dynasty in this life."
Above the sky, there are stars.
It looks like thousands of lights.
Song Zhen covered his forehead, "I have been in the countryside for a long time and have never heard of it."
He really didn't know about this.
Yang Xuan took advantage of the opportunity to have a drink with him and said, "Is Duke Song planning to return to the court again?"
Song Zhen shook his head, "Your Majesty looks down on me."
Outside, Han Ji whispered: "The master likes you!"
Yang Xuan smiled, "If Song Gong, a great talent, returns home, wouldn't it be a big loss? I come here tonight to invite Song Gong to stay on behalf of Northern Xinjiang."
Song Zhen was stunned.
Zitai actually conquered me?
Yang Xuan said: "I am ready to continue going north to completely eliminate the threat of Bei Liao to the Tang Dynasty."
"Bei Liao has been in trouble for many years. It has a huge territory and a large population. If someone else said this, I would spit in his face."
Song Zhen looked at the heroic Yang Xuan and said, "Zitai has lofty aspirations!"
"One good man has three gangs." Yang Xuan raised his glass, "Song Gong, when you live your whole life, you must do something for this world so that you can leave a mark in the annals of history...
Northern Xinjiang, no, it’s me, I’m waiting for you!”
He raised his head and drained the glass of wine, stood up and left.
Song Zhen sat there, looking a little forlorn under the moonlight.
He drank one cup after another.
"Eh!"
The clerk came back, passed the courtyard gate and looked in, "Song Gong hasn't gone to bed yet?"
Song Zhen was silent.
The clerk said angrily: "Do you want to go back?"
Go back and wait to die at home.
The key is that Song Zhen feels that the world will be in chaos before he is dead.
Along the way, he saw many refugees, and also saw many powerful people getting fatter and fatter.
and those insensitive officials.
There is only so much food in the world. The more the powerful and powerful eat, the less the people eat. When there is not enough food in the world, chaos is not far away.
"This Tang Dynasty is ill. Your Majesty, minister, what should I do?"
Song Zhen looked at the sky, and the figure of Emperor Wu appeared in his mind.
He raised his head and drank from the glass of wine, and choked up.
"His Majesty!"
He was thinking that if Li Yuan had not ascended the throne and had been replaced by another prince, perhaps the Tang Dynasty would have gone in a different direction.
"Alang!"
Lin Da was panicked.
Song Zhen wiped away tears and said, "I'm cold!"
He pointed to his chest, "My heart is cold!"
…
After the beginning of spring, people from northern Xinjiang begin to go out.
"Go north!"
Liu Qing stood on the top of the city and shouted to the people: "Go to the north to open up wasteland. Wherever you go will be my northern territory.
The place where the hoe digs is the field you are waiting for. If you have not paid taxes for three years, what are you waiting for? Go ahead!"
Yang Xuan watched the people leave enthusiastically and said to Han Ji: "What's the use of the army? Apart from defending against foreign enemies, that's the moment."
He waved his hand, and groups of cavalry rushed out of Taoxian County.
"They will protect my Tang plow!"
The land reclamation ceremony was a success, with representatives from all over the country sent representatives.
Song Zhen was also on the top of the city. Looking at this scene, he said to Lin Da beside him: "I can feel the vitality."
Lin Dadu said, "Compared with Northern Xinjiang, Chang'an is like a huge brothel."
It was rare for Song Zhen not to scold the old servant.
Liu Qing turned around and said, "Song Gong, are you interested in having a chat?"
Song Zhen nodded, "Okay!"
Yang Xuan watched the two men go down and said to Han Ji: "The great cause requires talents. People like Song Zhen were originally powerful generals and later headed the Ministry of War for many years. They have wide connections and strong abilities. We must try our best to keep him."
Han Ji said: "His family..."
"As soon as I got the news that he came to Northern Xinjiang, I ordered Jinyiwei to send people to Song Zhen's hometown. As soon as he nodded, I quickly sent the news. Then, I brought his family to Northern Xinjiang.
."
Boss Yang is very particular about his work, how could he leave any loopholes to Changan?
Yang Xuan came down from the city, and He Lianyan came over, "What are you thinking, Mr. Han?"
Han Ji said: "Does Jin Yiwei have a way to capture Song Zhen?"
He Lianyan said: "Someone suggested using women to seduce."
"how?"
"I was punished by going to Tanzhou to find out the news."
"You're not stupid yet."
Helianyan looked at him, "You are stupid."
hehe!
Han Ji smiled and said, "Actually, I have a way."
"What's the solution?" Although He Lianyan found Han Ji's temper annoying, she also knew that this man was very resourceful.
"There must be the emperor's eyes and ears among the entourage. In this way, people can spread news. For example, Song Zhen is following Liu Sima to play chess. We can spread the news that he is going to advise Lang Jun and explain the situation in Chang'an...
…”
"The jealous man in Chang'an may be thinking of killing Song Zhen after hearing this news." He Lianyan shuddered, "What a vicious plan!"
"Excellent."
"Did you tell Mr. Lang?"
"Said."
"Then you want me to send people to spread the news?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Lang Jun didn't accept it."
…
Jiedu envoy's house.
Liu Qing put aside his official business and talked with Song Zhenshou.
"Song Gong, what do you think of Northern Xinjiang?"
Song Zhen picked up a chess piece, looked at the vertical and horizontal lines, and slowly placed it on the star in front of Liu Qing.
"Vibrant."
…
Taoxian is a large military camp, which is why Yang Xuan is unwilling to let Taoxian replace Chenzhou as a commercial center.
In the huge military camp, the soldiers who had just returned from training were resting.
Chen Huan and Mao Yi sat together, panting, watching the sergeants under their respective command making a fuss.
"It is said that the deputy envoy is going to fight in the north." Chen Huan was very excited.
Mao Yi nodded, "The brigade commander said that when the people go north, we have to take the first step to clear the barrier for them."
"I hope we can fight until Ningxing." Chen Huan said.
Mao Yi shook his head gently, "That's it! Let's suppress the other side and practice protecting the northern border every day. When we get old, we will go home and have fun with our grandchildren."
"With your temper, no wonder it's hard to get promoted." Chen Huan snorted coldly, "It's a great opportunity, why not make progress?"
Mao Yi said lazily: "Isn't it good to be alive?"
"The Brigadier is here."
Chen Huan stood up and Mao Yi was a little slow.
Zhao Yong and several brigade marshals walked over while talking. When he saw his subordinates, he smiled and said, "Let's talk later."
A brigade commander said with envy: "Brigade Commander Zhao, your promotion is very fast! Don't let us come again next time, you have already become a school captain."
The next step up from the brigade commander is the captain.
Zhao Yong smiled and said: "What are you talking about? Military merit is necessary for promotion in the army."
"Isn't it just right this time?"
"Hahaha!"
After a burst of laughter, Zhao Yong came back.
The once rookie now walks steadily and looks around with bright eyes.
"I've met the Brigadier."
Zhao Yong nodded, "The captain just told us to clean up. If we don't do it right, we will send out troops in the next few days."
Chen Huan said happily: "Commander of the Brigade, are you going to attack Neizhou?"
Zhao Yong nodded, "Yes."
Mao Yi sighed, and Zhao Yong frowned. "Before setting off for the expedition, I don't want to hear any more depressing words. Otherwise, get out!"
Chen Huan glanced at Mao Yi and said, "That's right!"
Mao Yi said: "Commander of the Brigade, is this good...just pretend I didn't say it."
Zhao Yong told his men to pack their things and went outside the camp.
He was standing outside the door. Occasionally, he would be greeted by colleagues he knew, and he would smile and say he was blowing the wind.
The spring breeze blew, and Zhao Yong saw his mother.
She was carrying a bamboo basket and holding her grandson with her other hand. Her steps were slow and hurried, and she lowered her head and said something to her grandson.
Zhao Yong smiled helplessly: "Aniang, Afan!"
Wang raised his head and wanted to wave, and raised the hand holding the bamboo basket, "Hey! Erlang."
She led Brother Zhao Yong's eldest son over and said, "People on the street are saying that they are going to war. Where will they go this time?"
"Auntie, there are rules in the army and you are not allowed to tell others." Zhao Yong said.
"Where are the rules?" Mrs. Wang put the bamboo basket on the ground, "When I heard the news, I quickly asked your eldest brother to buy chickens and make pancakes with your sister-in-law.
Once the chicken is cooked, it can be kept for a few days in this weather. The pancakes can be kept for a longer period of time, so you can take them home.
Eat quietly, don't pretend to be generous, ah!"
Zhao Yong said helplessly: "Mom, the food in the army is not bad."
"Didn't you say last time that a month's food and wages were deducted?" Wang said dissatisfied.
"We have deducted some money and food to go to the disaster relief." Zhao Yong saw his mother starting to pack things, "I just want some chickens. I can't bring pancakes."
"Bring a few." Mrs. Wang forcibly wrapped a few large cakes in the bag. "The large cakes are wrapped with chicken, so they are not easy to break."
She stood up and looked at Zhao Yong carefully, "Erlang, remember to go home."
Zhao Yong nodded, "Yes! Mom, I remember it!"
Mrs. Wang said to her grandson Wang Zhaofan: "Afan speaks."
Zhao Fan looked at his second uncle in military uniform curiously and said, "Second uncle, we are winning!"
…
The third day.
Early morning.
Yang Xuan, dressed in military uniform, bid farewell to his wife and children.
Then he left the house.
Liu Qing and others had been waiting outside the Jiedushi's mansion early.
Yang Xuan also saw Song Zhen.
"I want to take a look." Song Zhen said.
Liu Qing looked at Yang Xuan and disapproved of letting Song Zhen watch the battle.
Yang Xuan dismounted and came over. "Song Gong is a veteran general. I just want to ask for help."
Song Zhen was happy, turned around and said, "Bring the horse here."
The old servant Lin Da led the horse over. There was a big bundle on the horse's back, and it looked like it had been bundled by experienced hands.
Yang Xuan and Liu Qing explained: "The most important thing at the moment is land reclamation, and everything must make way for it. Again, whoever obstructs or destroys land reclamation is the sinner of our northern border. For such people, we must
Let them taste my iron fist in Northern Xinjiang."
Liu Qing nodded, glanced at Song Zhen who was packing his bag, and said softly: "I'm worried that he will see the truth."
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Don't worry."
"Why?"
"First, our Northern Xinjiang Army is constantly changing. What we see today does not mean what it will look like in the future. Second, there are many things that cannot be pulled out after seeing them."
"You mean..."
Liu Qing looked at Han Ji.
Yang Xuan nodded, "I'm not pedantic."
He looked at Song Zhen with more pleasure in his eyes.
When others look at the Northern Xinjiang Army, they mostly watch the excitement, or they can only see part of it.
Song Zhen, a former veteran general and former Minister of War, could see more things.
It's also confidential.
You want to leave after reading my secret, Mr. Song, is that a little unkind?
Song Zhen was not a fool, so he was tempted when he proposed to accompany the army to watch the battle.
Yang Xuan said softly: "The former Minister of War was recruited by me, and the man from Chang'an will probably vomit blood.
