The heavy snow fell all night long, and I thought it would continue to snow the next day. Unexpectedly, in the early morning, it miraculously stopped. All the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, leaving only a red sun high in the sky.
Hanging on the horizon.
Xiao Han, who fell asleep listening to the sound of snow, got up very early today. After enjoying a not-so-rich breakfast in the city lord's mansion, he stepped on his favorite snow and walked slowly to the gate. People around him
Under guard vigilantly, he looked at everything around him outside.
After chatting with several of Li Jing's guards last night, Xiao Han now knew that the Dingxiang city he was in was not actually a city built by Turks!
To use the exact words of the guards, these Turks, who only know how to ride horses and herd animals, have no ability to build such a city!
The earliest history here can be traced back to the pre-Qin period.
In that era, there was already a city here, and at that time it had a better name, called Yunzhong City!
City in the Clouds, a city among colorful clouds! What a poetic name it sounds like!
But under this poetic mood, no one knows how much history of blood and tears is hidden in it!
Because Dingxiang City is located in the hinterland of northern Xinjiang, it has always been the place where wars between the Central Plains Dynasty and the nomadic peoples occurred most frequently.
From Qin to Tang, from the Xiongnu to the Turks, this land has almost never been peaceful for a day! Everyone is fighting for this land, trying to incorporate it into their own territory.
Later, in the second year of Wude, the Turks finally took advantage of the Tang Dynasty's multi-faceted war in Hebei and Hedong, and sent troops to completely occupy this place!
From then on, the Khans of all dynasties set up palaces and sweat tents here. Every winter, they would come here to enjoy themselves and spend the winter.
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"No wonder everything here feels familiar no matter how you look at it! Even the interior decoration was ruined by those Turks. There are animal heads and furs hanging everywhere, just like the primitive people who drank hair and drank blood, nondescript!"
Looking at the streets and houses outside, Xiao Han gave a bitter smile. If he hadn't listened to other people's explanations last night, he might still have thought that this place was built by the Han people driven by the Turks. He would never have thought that this place was originally the territory of the Han people!
"Eh? Mr. Hou, do you think anyone here doesn't sweep the snow?"
Just when Xiao Han was still standing at the door muttering, the fool next to him suddenly pointed outside and asked strangely, as if he had discovered something.
"Snow removal?"
Xiao Han was stunned when he heard this. He raised his eyes and took a closer look. Only then did he realize that the entire street in front of him was covered with snow-white, as if covered with a thick white quilt. There were only a few occasional strings of footprints on it, crookedly.
I don't know where it leads.
It seems like what the idiot said here is true, no one is clearing the snow!
It stands to reason that there was so much snow last night. If it were Chang'an, there would be no need to wait for the snow to stop. As soon as it gets bright, the hard-working Tang people will come out to clear the snow at the door.
But in Dingxiang City, even though it was already three o'clock in the morning, there was no one clearing the snow on the streets.
Those Turks on the street would rather fold their sleeves and look up at the sky in front of their homes in a daze than move their fingers to give themselves and others convenience.
"Hey, why don't you sweep the snow? It's because you are lazy!" Just when Xiao Han was also feeling strange, someone behind him sighed softly, it was Liu Er's voice!
"Lazy?" Xiao Han and Lazi both turned back and looked at Liu Er strangely.
Liu Er shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Yes, you haven't dealt with the Turks much. I don't know how lazy these people are! Let's put it this way, I don't know who had the bad idea in Shuofang.
, saying that Turks commit border robberies every year because they are not satisfied with supplies. If the mutual market is opened so that they can buy daily necessities, they will no longer risk their lives and rob..."
"Hmm? Then what?" Xiao Han asked when Liu Er paused and stared at him with a strange expression.
"Then, then the market was robbed! What's even more hateful is that those Turks are still plausibly saying that they can't rob as fast as they bought! Damn it, they are all a bunch of sons of bitches!"
Speaking of this angrily, Liu Er couldn't help but cursed angrily. He didn't know whether he was scolding the Turks or the person who came up with this bad idea!
"This..." Xiao Han's face turned red when he heard this answer, and his ears seemed to be steaming! Because the bad idea Liu Er said seemed to have been brought up by him unintentionally...
"Ahem, where are the original Han people in this city? Where are they now?" Xiao Han coughed twice, blushing, and quickly turned his head to cover up his embarrassment, and at the same time led the topic away, for fear that others would know that he was
The originator of this bad idea.
"Han people in the city?" When one of the guards left by Li Jing heard this, he frowned and replied in a deep voice: "I heard that most of them ran away when the city was broken, and some who didn't run away were killed!
When we invaded a few days ago, there were not many Han Chinese in the city."
"Oh? There aren't many Han people?" Xiao Han heard this, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly asked: "I heard that there are a lot of Turkic nobles living here. What kind of people do they use to serve them?"
"Who can we use? Some Turks, some Dangxiang people, and some Qiang people!" The guard continued to answer. He really knew this place very well.
Because when they first entered the city, there was a lack of civilian officials in the army, so he had no choice but to count the number of people, so he knew a lot about both the personnel and the terrain.
"Turks, Dangxiang people, Qiang people?" Xiao Han stood at the door of the tall city lord's palace, chanting these names in his heart, and suddenly the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a strange smile.
There are now tens of thousands of Turks in Dingxiang City, and a large part of them are Turkic nobles, tribal leaders and wealthy businessmen of various ethnic groups.
This is easy to understand, because ordinary shepherds simply cannot live in this city without pastures. Only Turks with wealthy families and no worries about food and clothing can settle down in this city.
In Xiao Han's opinion, since these are rich people, they must need slaves to live! After all, the Khan can't be allowed to put on an apron and cook. The Khan's wife will end up pouring tea.
So he knew that there were definitely a lot of slaves in this city without even asking! Since he wanted to govern this city now, maybe he could start with these slaves!
There is nothing we can do, there are too many people in Dingxiang City, tens of thousands in total! And Xiao Han and Li Jing combined, there are only a little more than 3,000 people.
Also, judging from yesterday's assassination, the hatred between the two will definitely not be resolved for the time being. If he wants to live here safely, Xiao Han must find a way to transfer the hatred of the Turks away, at least not
