Sun Xian's face turned pale, "These people... are stupid!"
"It's so stupid." Lin Qian gritted her teeth and said, "Why did you give your money to those villagers?"
The two of them yelled and cursed in low voices, but they both knew in their hearts what they were afraid of.
"Look at those people..." Lin Qian pointed forward, "They are so poor, what use can a penny do?"
Sun Xian's face was ashen.
"Look, there's... there's also someone donating shoes, I'm laughing so hard." Lin Qian laughed.
Groups of people came over, one article, two articles...
Gradually, the copper coins piled up like mountains.
Lin Qian's laughter changed its tone, sounding like the breathing of a dying old man.
"Shut up!"
Sun Xian finally couldn't help it anymore, "Idiot, even if you give each person a penny, after giving this penny, you will have the thought in your heart that I have contributed to this snow disaster and I have helped those victims.
This is a drop of water, but what happens when countless drops of water come together?"
"Dajiang Dahe." Lin Qian whispered: "I know this truth, but...but I just can't figure out why Yang Gou can reverse the situation. He...he actually turned a bad thing into a good thing.
Why?"
Sun Xian whispered: "You still don't understand? What did he say in Jiedushi's house?
Your salary is your salary, your people are fat and your people are anointed.
When the people suffer, our food, clothing, and parents suffer.
Even if you have no sympathy in your heart and your parents are suffering, you still have to take action!
If you don't take action, who will support you?
He elevates the common people, do you understand? This idiot, he elevates those fools to the same level as himself!"
"People are nothing more than cattle and horses. He...is he crazy?"
"I don't know whether he is crazy or not. I only know that after this calamity, the entire Northern Xinjiang will be different."
"What's the meaning?"
"Deputy Envoy Yang is here."
There were cheers from the other side of the city gate.
"He's back." Sun Xian stood on tiptoe and looked.
"You didn't get killed?"
"Someone is coming. If someone hears it, I will kill you!"
There was a lot of noise on the other side of the city gate.
Yang Xuan rode his horse slowly into the city.
I haven't seen him for a while. He looks a little thinner, and the skin on his face is rough and red. His hands are also slightly red and swollen.
What a mess!
The clothes are mostly dirty.
Lin Qian felt disappointed, "This doesn't look like a deputy military envoy. To me, he looks more like a homeless beggar."
The crowd ahead blocked the way.
A pair of burning eyes looked at Yang Xuan.
The snowstorm is coming.
People are panicked.
The old people were talking about the heavy casualties caused by the last snowstorm, and how many people woke up one night to find that so and so in their homes would never wake up again.
How miserable!
Everyone is afraid.
At this time, the decisive voice of the Lord of Northern Xinjiang came from the Jieduzhao's house.
Man can conquer heaven!
Afterwards, news kept coming.
The deputy envoy took people to various places in Xuanzhou.
The deputy envoy took the people to chop wood.
The deputy envoy and his men were carrying food.
The deputy envoy took the doctor from village to village.
Everywhere he went, the people rejoiced.
Everywhere he went, he deeply blamed himself, expressed condolences to the victims, and sympathized with the suffering endured by the living.
Every time news of him comes back, the people will feel at ease.
This heart!
Becoming more and more stable.
Even natural disasters seem to be unable to stop my faith.
Now, he's back.
He was tired and dirty.
Returned to Tao County.
"The deputy envoy...is suffering."
A woman said.
"The deputy envoy is suffering."
At first, only a few people said it.
Gradually, I don’t know who started it, and the greeting turned into a shout.
Amidst the shouts like a tsunami, Sun and Xian felt that they were in the waves and could not stand firmly.
Yang Xuan looked at these people and raised his hands.
The sound gradually died down.
“This snowstorm is severe and covers a wide area.
I traveled all over northern Xinjiang and saw various disasters.
Natural disasters are merciless, but people are sentimental.
Our officers and soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army went deep into various places in Northern Xinjiang. They brought firewood that the victims urgently needed, and they brought food that the victims urgently needed. They rebuilt homes for the people in the ruins.
Some people were dissatisfied at first, but gradually they understood, and what did they understand?"
Yang Xuan's voice echoed over Taoxian County.
"The common people support the officers and soldiers, and the officers and soldiers protect the common people. Without the common people, there would be no Northern Xinjiang Army. Without the Northern Xinjiang Army, there would be no common people. The two have never been alienated.
This disaster tells us that when the military and civilians join forces, when the entire northern Xinjiang joins forces..."
Yang Xuan raised his hand, "Then, what else can stop us in this world?
Neither natural disasters nor foreign enemies can prevail.
We will surely win one victory after another.
Long live Northern Xinjiang!"
"Long live Northern Xinjiang!"
"Long live Northern Xinjiang!"
One hand was raised high.
At this moment, there is no distinction of identity, only one name: Northern Xinjiang people.
Yang Xuan walked slowly among the crowd.
Those eyes are full of gratitude, trust, reverence...
It was like water, nourishing the fish like him.
At this moment, Yang Xuanming realized.
“People’s hearts and minds are never simply where the great righteousness lies.
Instead, you stand with them! We share weal and woe!"
He raised his hand and shook it.
In exchange for more intense/fanatical cheers.
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
Sun Xian's expression changed drastically, "Is this a rebellion?"
further away.
"The people are shouting long live the mountain."
Behind Liu Qing, an old official rubbed his eyes and said, "It's a bit taboo."
Another person said: "This is the initiative of the people. Besides, it doesn't say the person's name is wrong."
"Being sent to Chang'an..."
"Can Chang'an take care of it now?"
Liu Qing listened silently to the cheers spreading here.
When he saw Yang Xuan, there was a look of relief in his eyes.
"Let the cheers be more intense!"
…
In early spring, there is no green on the land in northern Xinjiang, and it is still a bit cold.
A carriage was driving slowly on the official road, with more than ten cavalrymen lazily following behind.
In the carriage, Song Zhen, the former Minister of War, was reading a book.
Outside the car, the old servant Lin Da on horseback said: "Alang, the road in northern Xinjiang is different from other places. It is so wide and smooth."
Song Zhen looked at his hands.
Before entering Northern Xinjiang, the carriage was bumpy and my hands were shaking. I couldn't concentrate on reading.
After entering Northern Xinjiang, the carriage suddenly became stable.
The body is less bumpy and the hands are stable.
It feels very comfortable.
He opened the car curtain and took a look at the official road.
It is very smooth and wider than the previous official road.
"How much manpower and material resources will this cost?" Lin Da muttered, "Didn't you say that Northern Xinjiang is poor? How come you are so rich?"
"parking."
Song Zhen stopped the carriage, got out of the carriage, stepped on it a few times, and walked for a while.
"I heard that prisoners were used to build roads in Northern Xinjiang. In a few years, all official roads in Northern Xinjiang were repaired."
"Is it possible to repair it elsewhere?" Lin Da asked.
Song Zhen said: "Where else? There must be prisoners first."
He got into the carriage and drove forward.
On the second day, they encountered a large army building roads.
More than a thousand people lined the official road for a long time.
If a horse blocks the way, no cart can move forward except for people on foot.
Several sergeants stopped the cart before turning back the horses.
More than ten large vehicles stopped along the official road.
"Alang, it's blocked." There was a hint of schadenfreude in Lin Da's voice.
"What are you happy about?"
Song Zhen asked.
"It's finally blocked."
Lin Da was restrained by the official roads in Northern Xinjiang along the way, and he was inevitably unconvinced. At this moment, seeing the official roads blocked, he somehow felt relieved.
Song Zhen came down and took a deep breath.
The crisp air was full of vitality, as if the whole world was coming to life.
Lin Da said: "Alang, I heard on the way that Bei Xin and Bei Liao were fighting again in Nangui City. Deputy Envoy Yang refused to give in. I'm afraid it's hard to persuade him!"
Song Zhen held the scroll and said calmly: "Your Majesty asked me to come here just because you want me to rely on my old age and persuade Yang Xuan to bow his head to Chang'an."
Lin Da said: "Alang, this Commander Yang is tough, I'm afraid it will be difficult to persuade him."
"It's not that it's difficult to persuade, it's that it's impossible to persuade." Song Zhen shook his head.
Lin Da looked worried, "Then what does your Majesty mean?"
It's impossible for the emperor to let Song Zhenbai make a trip even though he knew this was impossible, right?
Song Zhen said: "What your Majesty wants is that he refuses to bow his head. Soon, Chang'an will create public opinion.
Look! How Song Zhen appreciated and supported Yang Xuan when he was in the Ministry of War. But once Song Zhen became an official, Yang Xuan turned against him and refused to recognize him..."
Lin Da's body was shaken, "Alang is being used as a target!"
"When you tell me about my fruitless persuasion, the appearance of a domineering and powerful official comes to life."
Song Zhen sighed: "I often say that if His Majesty's methods were used to govern the country, how could the Tang Dynasty be like this? What a pity."
Lin Da muttered: "He only cares about playing with his daughter-in-law and his widow!"
These words refer to the imperial concubine and Mrs. Guo Guo.
"shut up."
Song Zhen stopped the old servant, his eyes filled with sadness.
"I am not old, and I am reluctant to become an official. However, my position is far from that of Your Majesty."
"Can't Alang change his stance?"
"You can change it, but it's not me anymore."
"Maybe a senior official..."
"I don't despise doing this for the sake of fame and fortune."
"Then what are we doing here this time?" Lin Da felt that the trip was in vain.
"Let's take a walk. I also want to see what Northern Xinjiang has become."
At this time the front was clear.
The horse pulled away, and several sergeants saluted Song Zhen.
"I've met Mr. Song!"
Song Zhen smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
After this period, Lin Da asked curiously: "Alang, how did they know that Alang was coming?"
"My identity was checked at the first checkpoint when entering Northern Xinjiang, and they will be reported all the way. By now, Yang Xuan should have learned about my arrival."
The carriage moved forward slowly.
You can see traces of renovations on the official road ahead, and there are mounds of dirt on both sides.
On the left, you can still see traces of water scouring the land.
It turned out that the flood destroyed the official road.
This repair speed...
Song Zhen opened the car curtain and looked at the prisoners who were building the road.
"parking."
The carriage stopped.
Song Zhen waved to a prisoner.
The prisoners dared not come forward.
The guarding sergeant came over and said, "Song Gong, this is..."
Song Zhen said: "I would like to ask a few words, can you?"
The sergeant went to ask for instructions from the superior officer and came back and said: "Peach County has sent word that Song Gong can do whatever he wants in northern Xinjiang."
Zita...Song Zhen seemed to see the young man from before again.
Heroic and heroic.
Bring the captives over.
"Where are you from?"
"Da Liao."
"When were you captured?"
"The Battle of Nangui City."
“Can you blame Northern Xinjiang for building a road here?”
"Don't dare."
"Why?"
"If you don't work, you'll be suffocated if you're locked up all day. Although it's a bit tiring to work outside, you'll eat better and be in a happier mood."
The prisoner hesitated for a moment and glanced at the sergeant. The sergeant nodded, and then the prisoner said: "We can still follow and fight. If we perform meritorious service, we can exchange for many things. If we have more merit, we can even become a civilian."
It's so...Song Zhen smiled and said: "Oh! Are you willing?"
The prisoner nodded vigorously, "Of course I do."
Zitai!
Song Zhen finally asked: "What do you think of Deputy Envoy Yang?"
He wanted to understand Yang Xuan now from all angles.
The prisoner said without hesitation: "This villain is willing to go through fire and water for the sake of the deputy envoy."
The carriage continued to move forward.
When they reached the next level, Song Zhen asked a sergeant.
"What do you think the future will be like in Northern Xinjiang?"
He was prepared to hear some clichés, but the sergeant showed respect in his eyes.
"With the deputy envoy here, our northern border will definitely prosper."
This is... Song Zhen wanted to take a closer look, but the general next to him had bright eyes, and he seemed to want to chase him away if you ask any more questions.
Taoxian County might say that he would be allowed to go as he pleased, but the officials and generals below would not.
This is one level of family pressure: Taoxian said that Song Zhen can move around freely, and the next level will say that he can move around freely in Xuanzhou, and then at the checkpoint, it becomes: let him move around on the official road freely.
This is the function of power, Song Zhenmenqing.
Keep moving forward.
As we approached Taoxian County, there was a village on the roadside.
"Looking for something to eat."
Song Zhen pointed to the village.
The carriage turned slowly.
A group of cavalry followed from a distance and came up.
Song Zhen smiled bitterly, "You are not allowed to go."
Ta-ta-ta!
A group of cavalry came from the direction of Taoxian County, and the man leading it shouted: "Who is Song Gong?"
Song Zhen got out of the car and said, "I am."
The man held up his hand and said, "Mr. Lang said that the officials below may hinder Duke Song from traveling. Let me tell you, Gong Song will just go. If anyone blocks it, just ask his name, and Lang Jun will deal with him later."
Song Zhen was happy in his heart, "Okay."
The group of cavalry from behind came up, and the leader held up his hands and said, "I've seen my second brother."
The man said dissatisfiedly, "You have nothing to do? Why don't you follow me to harvest heads on the grassland!"
Song Zhen was now free and immediately went to the village.
He found a young man and asked him.
“How was the snow damage last year?”
"The house collapsed."
"That's tragic."
"Later, the Northern Xinjiang Army and county officials came, brought firewood, and helped my family rebuild the house..."
Song Zhen walked around the village and looked at the rebuilt houses, feeling inexplicably heavy in his heart.
When he said goodbye, Muramasa and several old people saw him out.
Song Zhen changed horses and couldn't help but ask before getting on.
"What do you think about Deputy Ambassador Yang taking charge of Northern Xinjiang?"
"My luck in Northern Xinjiang!"
Song Zhen looked at them.
I didn't see any hypocrisy at all.
He nodded and mounted his horse.
All the way to the official road.
When he saw the county seat of Taoxian County, Lin Da couldn't help but asked: "Mr. Lang, Deputy Ambassador Yang has such a high prestige in northern Xinjiang. If your Majesty finds out, I'm afraid he will be uneasy!"
Song Zhen looked at Taoxian County. A group of people came out of the city gate and came towards him.
The leader was the long-lost young man.
He thought of the poem the young man wrote when he sent him back to his hometown.
"Song Gong, don't worry about the road ahead without any friends. No one in the world knows you."
Song Zhen said, "I'm wondering what triggered all this..."
Yang Xuan rode over.
Smiling and handing over.
"Song Gong, it's been a long time."
Song Zhen looked at this young man who was still young and thought of his youthful appearance back then.
The young man back then has become the Lord of Northern Xinjiang.
He said, "Zitai, do you know that His Majesty fears you to the core of your being?"
He thought Yang Xuan would explain.
But Yang Xuan said: "Is he afraid of me? That's really great."
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