The cold wind blew and snowflakes flew, shrouding the entire Yujing City. The soldiers turned a blind eye to the snow, shivering and warming themselves by the fire to get through this difficult moment.
A few pedestrians trudged along with heavy steps. When they saw the city gate, they looked relaxed.
At the city gate, a cavalryman came on horseback. His face was pale. When he saw the three words Yujing City on the city gate, he immediately rejoiced: "Urgent report, urgent report——"
Naturally, the guards did not dare to neglect and quickly let him in.
Soon, the cavalry arrived at the palace.
"Damn it, it's news from Xijing."
Jia Daihua in the side hall was furious. Looking at the military situation above, he couldn't help but asked: "Where is the king?"
"Went to the west of the city to visit the Academy."
"Go and find the king!"
Jia Daihua said in a deep voice: "As soon as possible."
In the west of the city, Zhu Cunheng was walking on the road, looking very leisurely.
In winter, the entire Liao Kingdom will also come to a standstill, and it will be even colder than Beijing. It can be described as extremely cold.
But at the same time, summer is quite hot and dry, like a desert, so it’s really not a good place to go.
But there is no way, this is his Liao Kingdom.
However, to control such a big country, a little pain is nothing.
After all, as the king of a country, neither scorching heat nor severe cold can invade him.
In this winter, there are many shops open, and the most lively ones are the grain shops and salt shops, and of course the coal mines.
The Liao Kingdom also had coal.
"Three hundred thousand people, there are more people in Yujing City."
Zhu Cunheng is happy about the increase in the capital's population.
Because the huge Liao Kingdom had only two centers, one was the city of Bukhara, which was also renamed Xijing, and the other was Samarkand, which is now Yujing.
Now that the capital is moved to Yujing City, there will be uncontrollable losses for the old capital of Bukhara: population outflow.
Just the civil and military officials, the palace, and the garrison totaled more than 100,000 people. After this battle, the population of Bukhara was only 70,000 to 80,000.
But there was no way. The Liao Kingdom could only have one center, and the city of Bukhara, where the old aristocrats and old forces gathered, was definitely not suitable as a capital city.
Looking at the busy street, Zhu Cunheng had a smile on his face.
"Get out of the way. You can also touch the noble master's car?"
Suddenly, a carriage came quickly. It was hung with blue silk, hollowed out with carvings, and inlaid with jewels. It had distinctive Ming decorations.
It's obvious that he is wise.
On the carriage, the slaves were wearing sheepskin coats and felt hats, and their faces were full of arrogance: "They are all untouchables, and they don't even have a look at them."
The carriage whizzed past, splashing a lot of mud and snow, and the passers-by dared not speak in anger.
After they left, each one of them cursed:
"Damn lackey, Allah will not protect you."
"Damn Akito——"
Although he didn't understand much, the past few months of further study had made the King of Liao know a little about Turkic language, and he barely understood that it was not a good thing to say.
When passers-by saw his Han appearance, they immediately stayed away and did not dare to approach him.
Entering a wine shop, there was a lot of people and the aroma of mutton hotpot wafted outside. He couldn't help but twitch his nose, it was so thick with smoke and smoke.
At the door, pedestrians passing by covered their mouths and noses, made prayer gestures, and then cursed silently.
The aroma of wine overflows!
"Sir, how many kilograms of mutton do you want?"
The waiter came to greet me warmly, in pure Han Chinese style.
"When did there be a liquor store in the city?"
The King of Liao sat down and ordered three kilograms of mutton.
"Hey, his Anla doesn't care about us Ming people, and we don't believe in religion, so why does he care about drinking?"
The waiter said indifferently.
According to the rules of the Heping Sect, drinking alcohol is not allowed, and pork is not allowed to be eaten. However, the Han people mainly eat pork, and wine is never left without them.
Invisibly, there is a conflict between the two.
As the king of Liao, he was huddled in the palace drinking wine and eating meat, and no one could control him, but those wine shops seriously challenged ordinary believers.
"No one protested?"
"How come there isn't?" the waiter said scornfully: "A few priests came in with some men and talked a lot, but it didn't work."
"When the people from the Yamen came, they all were arrested."
"From now on, who will dare to act recklessly again?"
The King of Liao smiled and watched the hot pot being carried over. The sliced mutton greatly increased his appetite.
He took a piece and blanched it. It tasted really good and the mutton smell was very light.
"Is it so easy for you to litigate?"
"Of course." The waiter took advantage of the fact that no one was around and said, "What are we talking about? We don't want to see who is sitting in the palace."
"His Royal Highness the King of Liao, the fourth son of the current Ming Emperor, and the current king of the Liao Kingdom, those Tartars are just untouchables, smelling like sheep, and they deserve to be controlled."
"We Han people are the masters in the Liao Kingdom. Who dares not to pay attention to it in the yamen? If we can't keep it together, we can go to the imperial court!"
"Brother, are you here to do business? Let me tell you, this is the right time to come to the Liao Kingdom. Anyone who dares to lie to you should report it directly to the official!"
At the end of the sentence, he whispered: "Even if you haven't been cheated, you can still blackmail me for a few bucks. There are people in our yamen."
Hearing this, King Liao's smile gradually faded. After eating a few pieces of mutton, he lost his appetite and ordered several guards to eat.
When he stood up, his ears and eyes were all speaking Chinese. Although they all had a southern accent and a northern accent, they still remained true to their origins, and he could probably tell it was a dialect.
"We have to eat real rice!"
"Only su silk can be used to make clothes. How awkward is homespun?"
"Women have to cover themselves with gauze when going out, which is really convenient..."
Facing him strolling around, everyone was very enthusiastic and had a great attitude. After a long absence, he actually developed a sense of country feelings.
"In the Liao Kingdom, Han people from all over the world became friendly!"
The King of Liao sighed and left the wine shop.
"No, this is just a group hug to keep warm, there is also a conflict of interests."
The township party gradually emerged in Yujing City, and the Han people already regarded themselves as superior to others and looked down upon the Tatars.
In order not to waste time, he got on the carriage and came to the academy.
This is a school specially set up to implement the method of enlightenment, specifically to teach ordinary people to read.
They were not young children, but some teenagers aged thirteen or fourteen, about three to five hundred of them.
Learn 300 poems, 1,000-character essays, and then Confucian classics.
These people are his future bureaucrats.
Near the academy, there are two or three bookstores selling the Four Treasures of the Study and books.
He thought there were few guests, but he didn't expect there were many guests.
At first glance, they turned out to be mostly richly dressed indigenous nobles or scholars.
What sells the most is the translated Four Books and Five Classics.
The previous Bukhara Khanate was based on Turkic language, which was very popular throughout the Western Regions, and the southern border of Anxi was no exception.
The same is true. It would be convenient for the Liao Kingdom to simply bring over the Four Books and Five Classics translated from Nanjiang.
This is to educate those adult nobles.
"Isn't it true that you should learn and practice it from time to time?"
When I arrived at the Academy, I was filled with all kinds of famous paintings, including Confucius and Mencius, as well as various famous quotes and warnings.
In addition, statues of Confucius are also erected in the courtyard.
Let students feel the atmosphere of Confucianism in all aspects.
"Have you learned the Analects of Confucius now?"
Listening to this series of slightly awkward official words, he felt extremely comfortable.
Standing just outside the window, the faces of these young people can be easily seen.
If you are immature, that's because of your age.
Longing, that's because of the future.
Reading and writing? Under the Peace Sect, only those priests and nobles have the power.
Ordinary people just don't know anything.
It is precisely because of this that the Peace Sect can control society.
So does Christianity.
Only the East can popularize culture.
"Three hundred this year, three thousand next year. Subtly, I don't believe that there are still people in the huge Jade City who call me Tatar."
The King of Liao laughed.
In the Liao Kingdom, except for some Han people, everyone from top to bottom spoke Turkic, and those Mongolians who came here could not understand it.
It can be said that apart from relying on the Han people and the army, he was simply unable to move forward.
The monarch is naturally vigilant and suspicious of everything, so it is natural to change this situation without delay.
After patrolling for a part, he left the academy quietly without disturbing them.
However, when he was going out, he saw several big men not far away, pointing at the academy with resentment on their faces.
He had a bright look on his face.
On the way, the guard came to the door.
"Your Highness, the Prime Minister said it is an urgent matter."
"good!"
Quickly riding on horseback, he returned to the palace in less than a moment.
"Your Highness!" Jia Daihua stepped forward and said with urgency: "Your Highness, there is urgent news from Bukhara."
"what happen?"
The King of Liao said calmly.
"Some priests were stubborn and stubborn. They united with some tribes and unruly people, cooperated internally and externally, and captured the city of Bukhara."
Jia Daihua said seriously.
"Oh?" King Liao took his time and sat down on his butt, warming his hands on the brazier.
"Your Highness is quite calm." Jia Daihua praised in his heart.
"Bukhara, it's just the old city."
The King of Liao chuckled and said: "Now that all the money and food in the treasury have been moved to Yujing City, what is the use of them getting this city?"
"Your Highness, this is the old capital."
Jia Daihua said in a deep voice: "The remnants of Bukhara have not yet been exhausted. These people gathered in Bukhara just to regain the world."
"I understand." King Liao nodded: "They took advantage of the winter, when the snow was falling, and then stayed there for several months to gather people's support."
Having said this, he became much more serious.
Although the Bukhara Khanate was unpopular and practiced a semi-serf system, ordinary Tatars did not understand that they were controlled by the nobles.
They are dependent on the nobles and always obey orders.
Therefore, when the nobles moved, the tribes also moved.
"Then what should we do, Your Highness?"
Jia Daihua continued to ask.
"Direct annihilation is definitely not possible. Attacking a city in the middle of winter is an act that will lead to death."
The King of Liao said solemnly: "From what I see, the food in Bukhara is only enough for the people of the city. If the nobles and tribes go to the city, it will inevitably lead to a shortage of money and food."
"At this time, just wait until it breaks down without any attack."
"Very good." Jia Daihua said with a smile: "This is the real way to conquer the enemy without fighting."
"However, Your Highness, the people of the Liao Kingdom are also your people. The Han and indigenous people are one and the same. If we leave them alone, many people will starve to death in one winter."
"Therefore, in my opinion, I can send a large army to camp outside Bukhara and hoard a large amount of food to relieve the people."
"And after learning that there was so much food, those who were plotting against us naturally couldn't stay any longer and had no choice but to go out of the city to attack."
"What a good idea!" King Liao clapped his hands and said with great joy: "In this way, the offensive and defensive positions can be changed, we can take the initiative, and we can win the hearts and minds of the people. It is simply killing two birds with one stone."
Seeing this, Jia Daihua showed a happy smile.
It seems that the King of Liao has already understood the essence.
I still have half a year to serve in the Liao Kingdom, so it seems I can rest assured.
When he thought of Beijing, as well as his wife and children at home, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
After the two chatted for a long time, the King of Liao suddenly said: "Prime Minister, I think there is only one main contradiction in the Liao Kingdom."
"Where did it come from?"
"Peace Cult."
The King of Liao said seriously: "Although the Peace Sect in the city is enlightened, many die-hards are deeply rooted."
"So much so that within the city and outside the city, sects began to split, each holding its own opinion."
"After the rebellion in Bukhara has been quelled, it is urgent to heal the congregation and even reform the doctrine."
"Your Highness, you should be careful about this matter!" Jia Daihua said solemnly, with an extremely serious look on his face.
"I know!" Zhu Cunheng said seriously: "I want to unite the priests inside and outside the city first, and then slowly figure them out, choose the good ones and take them, and discard the bad ones."
Jia Daihua shook his head. Seeing that his mind had been made up, he could only say: "If you have no time, your highness can go to Anxi."
…
At this time, the Mughal Empire, Delhi.
The man who ruled the Mughal Empire at this time was Aurangzeb, who was the grandson of Jahangir, the fourth monarch of the Mughal Empire, and the third son of Shah Jahan, the fifth monarch. His mother was Ajman.
Banu (Taj Mahal).
After killing his two brothers, he officially ascended the throne in 1659, taking the name Alamgir, which means Lord of the World.
It is keen on expanding its territory, and its territory is the prosperity of the empire.
At the same time, he is also a fanatical religious person who no longer implements religious reconciliation, but once again imposes non-peace religious taxes.
At this time, priests from Bukhara came to the Mughal Empire in embarrassment to ask for help.
"What? Kill the believers?"
As a devout believer, Aurangzeb was furious. He waved his arms: "Dare Bukhara Khan do this? Isn't he afraid of the Lord's punishment?"
"Your Majesty, the devil from the east expelled Bukhara Khan, occupied Bukhara, enslaved millions of people, and tampered with religious principles..."
The priest preached endlessly about the sins of the King of Liao, and shed tears of bitterness: "We are in unspeakable suffering, and all we ask is that your Majesty will save the Lord's banner, believers!"
It is said that Aurangzeb was so enthusiastic that he expanded northward under the banner of the Peace Religion, which was exactly what he wanted.
Once he succeeds, he will have great prestige in the entire Peace Sect world.
At this time, the prime minister on the side raised his eyebrows. He was afraid that His Majesty the King would act casually: "Your Majesty, the Yusuf Chai people in Afghanistan have robbed Zhuqi and committed evil crimes. Muhammad Amin Khan is suppressing it..."
"Afghanistan is Afghanistan. Should we ignore the believers in Bukhara?"
Aurangzeb said angrily. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the Battle of Kandahar in his youth, fighting against Bukhara and the Safavid dynasty, and losing Kandahar.