It was a wonderful banquet, but it turned into a farewell drink.
In the evening, the three of them walked out of Zhaixing Tower arm in arm and rode to Yang Lin's house.
He kicked open the school treasury and assembled an outfit for Wang Zhen. He was wearing a wild goose feather armor, a long Japanese sword in his waist, an antler bow hanging on his back, and a black horse from Dawan on his crotch.
Since ancient times, the armor of a general has been the most expensive, followed by horses. Everything about this outfit is of the highest quality. Based on Wang’s family background, he would probably have to go bankrupt to get it together, which made Gao Yanei so coveted that he wished he could serve as a soldier in the northwest heavy cavalry camp.
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Wang Zhen's face turned red. He wanted to refuse, but actually he couldn't bear it. He was a little embarrassed to suffer for no reason.
Yang Lin sighed and said with a smile: "Let's go back and get closer to your parents and brothers. There's only so much I can do. The next thing is up to you."
Wang Xunmin was slow in words and wanted to say something grateful, but he didn't know how to say it. He simply clasped his hands in his fists, bowed deeply, turned around and left.
Gao Bing was behind him, afraid that Yang Lin would blame him, so he deliberately scolded with a straight face: "What a piece of wood, don't mind, Shao Zai, this guy is like this, he keeps all the good things in mind, and three sticks can't beat a fart."
Come."
Yang Lin patted his shoulder, grinned, and left the cold school grounds with his hands behind his back.
He was only responsible for sending these people to the border. As for what happened to them, Yang Lin was determined not to interfere.
Zongze had the ability to coordinate the overall situation and take charge of his own affairs, so he was placed in Hejian Prefecture, where the situation was the most complicated. The power of the prefect there was unlimited, because all roads in Hebei faced the Khitan, and the court generally left it alone, relying entirely on the local magistrates and
The gentry organized militia and volunteers to resist the Khitan.
When the Khitans were ruthless, the sergeants and officials of the court even thought of diverting the Yellow River and flooding it into a swamp to block the Khitan cavalry from going south.
What’s even more unbelievable is that this thing actually started, and the lives of millions of people in Hebei Province were treated as nothing. It’s not that scholars can’t do such a thing.
It’s no wonder that the Han people in the north later regarded the Song Dynasty as a enemy of bandits. The so-called "the remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to the king's division for another year."
It's just a poet's beautiful fantasy
After the Jingkang disaster, Zongze was ordered to serve as magistrate of Cizhou on the front line. On the day he was appointed, he rode alone on the road, accompanied by only a dozen old and weak soldiers.
After Cizhou was ravaged by the Jin soldiers, the people fled and the warehouses were empty. After Zongze arrived, he repaired the city walls, dredged the Huangchi, rectified the equipment, and recruited volunteers.
In a short period of time, he gathered 20,000 elite soldiers. Only then did the princes in the court and Emperor Qinzong of the Song Dynasty realize his ability and appointed him as the general manager of the Hebei Volunteer Army.
The Jin soldiers split their routes southward and sent thousands of cavalry to attack Cizhou. Zongze wore armor and commanded the battle in Gordon City. After crushing the Jin's offensive, he took the initiative to pursue the city and killed hundreds of Jurchen Tatars. This was the first Song army since the war began.
Defeat the Jin soldiers once
Yang Lin had carefully considered sending him to Hejian Mansion now. He had contacted Zongze more than once and was convinced that he had the ability to be trusted.
But Wang Zhen is different. He is a tiger general. If he is sent to fight with the Tubo people for a time, he should be able to truly grow up. In the future, he will be a pioneer general in conquering cities and territories in the Song Dynasty.
Not to mention Han Shizhong, the veteran of the Western Army. He looks rough, but in fact he is as smart as a monkey. He is courageous and capable. As long as he is born in troubled times, even without his own support, he can take advantage of the situation and rise.
It's just more suffering.
Tubo is the last whetstone——
In Xiazhou City in the northwest, the cold wind was biting, and there were several high-spirited men standing at the city gate.
In the crowd, there was also a little fat black man, surrounded by others, standing out from the crowd.
Han Shizhong, who had the best eyesight, raised his hands to cover the sun, looked into the distance and said, "It seems to be coming."
Song Jiang hurriedly took a step forward, and sure enough, the ground trembled slightly, and soon hundreds of knights, as swift as the wind, arrived in front of the city.
These people are all warriors of the Mongolian Kele tribe. Behind them is the current Kelelu Khan, who came to Xiazhou to meet at the invitation of Qin Long's envoy Song Jiang.
Song Jiang gave them enough face, not only went out to welcome them personally, but also organized a group of flashy performance teams.
A group of drummers and musicians from Wuyang Wuyang, playing and singing, as well as many ordinary people recruited with money, were dancing and dancing wildly. The scene was as if the gates of hell were wide open and demons were dancing wildly.
Even his confidant Hua Rong couldn't stand it and dragged Hu Yantong, muttering: "My brother, I want to learn the skills of the young master, but I didn't expect to end up in such a scene. This is not a show of shame."
It’s so fucking embarrassing.”
After Kelelu Khan dismounted, he stepped forward with a big smile, held Song Jiang's hand, exchanged a few words in simple Chinese, and then followed him into Xiazhou City.
The party members and Qiang in the city were divided and divided by Yang Lin, and now they have lost the ability to unite.
The dispersed Qiang people were of course unable to compete with the imperial court and were slowly integrated into the Han bureaucracy.
In addition, the officials here, bound by the doctrines of Yang Lin and Song Jiang, treated all ethnic groups equally, which accelerated the local Sinicization.
Entering the city, although Xiazhou City is a border place, it is also the place where Xixia arose. Under several generations of management, it has a certain aura of wealth and wealth.
Coupled with the smooth flow of trade routes in the Western Region, this place is even more prosperous. Even in the middle of winter, there are still many pedestrians.
Song Jiang held Kelelu Khan on his arm and entered the lobby, and suddenly a wave of heat hit him.
The Mongolians brought by Kelelu Khan were shocked. There were such greenhouses in winter. Could it be to make people comfortable to death?
Exquisite dishes of all kinds were served one by one. Song Jiang's intention today was very simple, to let this Kelelu Khan see the wealth and splendor of the Song Dynasty.
The Klei tribe did not have the strength to go south. If they wanted to participate in this boundless wealth, they had to get close to the Great Song Wanglai.
Before leaving, Shaozai told him to establish a good relationship with the Klei tribe. Only after Song Jiang came did he understand what he meant.
The Klei Tribe has the best warriors, and what we need here are these warriors.
After a few words, Song Jiang made Kelelu Khan feel like spring breeze, and he liked this swarthy high-ranking official of the Song Dynasty very much.
When the wine was half full, Song Jiang clapped his hands, and the dancing Qiang girl slowly retreated. Song Jiang stood up and said: "The northwest is a place where hundreds of ethnic groups live together. The Kele tribe will always be friends of the Song Dynasty and the Han people. We are going to
In Xiazhou, build a church so that the Kerei people can come here to worship at any time."
The Klei tribe believed in Christianity, and it was difficult for Song Jiang to figure out what a church was. There was no way to build a church on the grassland. After all, you had to move around at any time.
The Kled people present were all happy after being translated. They had believed in Jesus for several lifetimes and had yet to see a church. It was a pity for them.
Han Shizhong secretly thought that this black guy was very powerful, and the relationship between Kerei and Song Dynasty would undoubtedly be further improved.
Moreover, the church is located in Xiazhou City, making it easy to control. If there is a conflict one day, it is hard to say who the people from the Kelie tribe will fight for.
Kelelu Khan stood up, without any idea of the power of this, and said sincerely: "We, the Kele tribe, are willing to contribute money, efforts, and people."
Song Jiang quickly waved his hand and said: "This is a matter of the Song Dynasty. How dare you spend money? We Song people also have many religious believers."
The black man was very generous because he had already asked Yang Lin for advice, and the latter decided to pay for it out of his own pocket without hesitation.
Even without going through the court or paying money from the court, the Long Live Camp has collected endless money through various powers. It is time to give back to this dynasty that is suffering from internal and external troubles. After all, Yang Lin does not want to be like a rich man who buries money in the ground and passes on the money.
To future generations.
Moreover, there were countless envious people in several shipping companies. If he hadn't spent millions to bribe Zhao Ji, he would have been on the radar a long time ago.
Zhao Ji is not stupid. He gave it to those scholar-bureaucrats, and what they offered him was not as much as one-tenth of Yang Lin. The Guangzhou Shipping Department is proof of this.
The scholar-bureaucrats and ministers of the Song Dynasty were really ugly. Just by looking at their extravagant life, you can tell how "fat" they were. Behind these people's magnificence and wealth was the root cause of the misery of the poor people in the Northern Song Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, the peasants had the most rebellions.
, the most frequent dynasty.
The banquet was still going on, and no one noticed that among the crowd of Keli tribe, Luhan's younger brother Huerza looked ugly.
He stood up and walked out of the lobby when no one was paying attention. The cold wind blew on his face, and Erza finally breathed a sigh of relief.
God sent a cold winter, but the Song Dynasty's lobby was extremely warm, making him very uncomfortable.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that his eldest brother was completely unprepared for the Song people. What kind of bullshit friendship was there? The friendship between the two tribes was tied to interests. The Song Dynasty and the Kelie tribe had just entered into trade. There had never been any friendship between the Xixia tribe and the Song Dynasty.
Communicate, how can we make good friends?
Once the church is completed, in winter, the already idle Kle people will inevitably come to Xiazhou to worship.
As time goes by, the Kele tribe will definitely melt away from the Han style. Huerzha understands this nation very well, and they have the terrible ability to assimilate all the people who come close to them.
Nowadays, Dangxiang people no longer shave their heads. In the past few years, in the vast land of the northwest, there were not many Qiang people who could speak Dangxiang language.
A gust of cold wind blew, interrupting Huerza's thoughts, and what sounded in her ears was the familiar and generous laughter of her elder brother.