The autumn wind is blowing, and the grass and trees are half-scorched.
Ten days have passed since the tripartite peace talks, and the tea-horse trade route has become increasingly lively.
The 500,000-strong army of the Northwest Recruitment Division, which Yelu Dashi had vowed fiercely, did not show up on the grasslands of the Kelie tribe. The Khitan dignitaries who were far away in Shangjing sold the interests of Daliao for dozens of carts of jewelry and gold.
It was all gone.
Countless Mongolian horses with strong endurance and calmness were sold to the Western Army barracks in the Song Dynasty. Groups of Kled warriors were traded to Xiazhou like goods, where they were assigned by the Western Army and filled every camp.
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And the Mongols also got the food, salt, and iron pots they dreamed of.
Tong Guan, who was holding back his energy to engage in friction at the Hebei border, was shocked to find that the Khitan people were not angry at all and had no intention of taking revenge.
Liang Shicheng and Tong Guan's family wanted to regain control of the court by conquering Yan but failed.
The sky was high and clear, the ground was broad and the grass was deep. Yang Lin expanded his chest, looked down at the grassland, and let out a long sigh of relief.
This trip to the west seemed calm, but in fact it was scary at every step.
Not only did they have to deal with the powerful Khitan, they also had to divide and win over the Qiang people, and they also had to guard against their own people's behind-the-scenes tricks.
Fortunately, the result he wanted has been achieved. The next step is to concentrate on development and wait for the turbulent war to begin in the north.
If Liang Shicheng and the others succeeded, once war between Song and Liao began and the Jurchens took advantage of the situation, it would really be a mess worse than the original history.
Yang Lin thought with a self-deprecation that the credit this time was greater than ever before. It's a pity that few people in the world can see through it.
Standing next to him is a veteran, about sixty years old, with a tall build, and a long beard under the chin that already has a few strands of white. His expression is indifferent, but it gives people a feeling of fortitude as steel. Every time he moves, he reveals
The fierce murderous aura was obviously caused by fighting in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and it was none other than the great general of the northwest, Zhongshi Dao.
Yang Lin looked at the Qiang soldiers and Mongolian soldiers lining up in the school yard waiting to receive Song Dynasty armor and weapons, and said with a smile: "'When I was fifteen or twenty, I captured the Hu horses on foot.' Now there is no need to capture the Hu horses, the Hu people are also for my use."
, The primary goal in the northwest is of course to restore people's livelihood, but after Dali is stabilized, there will be a battle between the Song Dynasty and Tubo, and your Western Army must not slack off. There are many civil servants in the court who have their eyes on you."
Shidao Zhong smiled slightly, the current situation was hard-won, how could he not know how to cherish it.
"Don't worry, Shao Zai. I heard what Shao Zai said. Are you going to return to Bianliang?"
Yang Lin nodded. It's not a good thing to be away from Bianliang for a long time. If he doesn't watch, people like Wang Fu and Cai You might nudge Zhao Ji into something.
When we got to the city gate, all qualified officials from the northwest states were present.
Yang Lin didn't care what ethnic group the people present were, since most of them were Han people, so he said loudly: "Hu and Han people live together in the northwest, so there is no difficulty in controlling the place. You know what policy is the best?"
Is it okay?"
Master Zhong smiled and said, "I would like to listen to Shaozai's teachings."
"Treat everyone equally!" Yang Lin waggled his index finger and said: "Everyone in the Song Dynasty, including my emperor's subjects, must be treated equally. Whether it is special preferential treatment or bullying and humiliation, it will cause other tribesmen to unite and alienate the Han people. You are officials.
When you are in charge of governing a place, you will inevitably encounter problems from various ethnic groups. The Han people will be slapped with a few slaps for stealing, and the Qiang people will be slapped with a slap for stealing; the Uighurs will be given as much grain as the Han people receive in disaster years."
After speaking, he turned to the generals of the Western Army and said: "The truth is, the Han people will be rewarded with as much silver as they kill the enemy, so the Qiang soldiers will be as many as they are; the Mongols will be promoted as the Han people are promoted for their meritorious service."
The civil servants and generals present, whether they were the leaders of Hengshan Qiqiang or the Kelie tribe, all nodded in agreement.
Outside, Lu Qian came in and asked if he wanted to set off.
Master Zhongdao persuaded him: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so why don't you just leave before you finish?"
Just as Yang Lin was about to refuse, he suddenly remembered something and said, "In that case, I'll leave the day after tomorrow."——
Fugu, Zhejia, Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet.
The northwest aristocratic family has accumulated over many generations, and their luxury is not inferior to that of the Bianliang dignitaries, and may even exceed it.
The banquet was held in a fine pavilion in the inner house. There were four smokers as high as the top of the pavilion for exhausting smoke. They had been burning for a long time, and the pavilion was as warm as spring. Dozens of beautiful maids were lined up. There are two rows, and at a glance, the eyes are full of pearls and blooming flowers.
Needless to say, the delicacies served on jade plates during the banquet were not even close to the luxury of the Fugu Zhe family, even after a hundred years of war. Although Yang Lin was already used to it in Bianliang, this was the first time he had been so comfortable in the northwest, which also made him feel comfortable. He felt a long-lost comfort.
Just beside Yang Lin were four Qiang female maids, Ji, who were waiting around the table, holding chopsticks with their jade fingers and pouring wine with their green sleeves.
These girls sent by the Qiang tribe look very special in Han costumes.
Halfway through the meal, the melodious sound of a flute sounded, followed by the faint sound of a flute.
The singers from Zhefu played the drums and sheng, played the harp and played the strings, and the six dancers outside the bead curtain danced gracefully to the melodious music. The court was full of colorful clothes and clouds were flying, and the fragrance was scattered in the wind, which made people enchanted.
The northwest generals toasted one by one, and Yang Lin declined with a smile. At this time, Lu Qian came in and whispered something in his ear.
Yang Lin looked happy, nodded frequently, and then whispered a few instructions to Lu Qian, asking him to do it as soon as possible.
Lu Qian had a troubled expression on his face, was glared at by Yang Lin, and walked out quickly.
The northwest generals present all looked sideways, wondering what they were talking about.
Yang Lin just stood up and said: "Congratulations to Zhongqiu today. I can't reunite with my family outside, but I can't bring you with me.
Now that we are all drunk, let’s go back and spend time with our families!”
Everyone gathered around him and sent him to the gate of Zhe Mansion. Yang Lin put several of his maids on the carriage, then rode horseback with the Long Live Camp to the tent on the outskirts of the city.
The full moon was like a disk, and a tall girl was standing under the tree waiting. It was obvious that she was riding a horse, holding a small sheepskin whip in her hand, her knuckles turned white from the cold.
Yang Lin straightened his clothes, got off his horse, and walked slowly over with the reins in hand. Suina looked slightly panicked.
Yang Lin didn't show any timidity at all. He showed his white teeth and said with a smile: "You're here!"
Suina bit her lower lip, lowered her head and said: "You have such a powerful official, and you only need to move your mouth and point your hands to ask for someone. My father is so happy that he can't even close his mouth. Yang Shaozai has such a powerful official, how dare I not come?"
Yang Lin rolled his eyes and reached out to hold her forearm. Suina trembled all over, but still did not refuse.
Yang Lin said softly as he walked: "Nana, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and our Han people's custom is family reunion. I don't have any family in the northwest. If I do, I think you are the only one."
Halfway through, Lu Qian came over and gestured to him, indicating that he had done what he was told.
Yang Lin's eyebrows were filled with joy, and he strolled to a carriage with the most recognized beauty among the Qiang people.
There are bright lights hanging at the four corners of the gorgeous Mamu, the curtains are hung low, the car is fragrant, and the floor and seats of the car are sprinkled with fragrant petals.
A pure white horse, a soft carpet, and a candle with a pink lampshade.
Yang Lin jumped on the carriage and made an invitation. Suina was a Qiang girl. Let alone meeting her, she had never dreamed of so many tricks.
On her flushed cheeks, there was a drunken blush, making her look cute and charming.
He gently approached and was picked up by Yang Lin. After a coquettish hug, his arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck.
A pure white horse, pulling a fragrant carriage, strolls along the Wuding River