Chapter five hundred and forty-eight housekeeping skills
Yanmen Pass is located in the north of Qinlong, and there are many merchants coming and going at a glance.
There is a war going on in Yingzhou Prefecture, and in the border areas where the Jurchen Tatars have not yet arrived, many commodities are being sold at sky-high prices.
Countless merchants from the Song Dynasty went to Yunnei to pan for gold at the risk of being affected by the war.
A bag of rice can be exchanged for several Khitan girls, and some people even gave away their daughters for free. Because in the Song Dynasty, at least there was a chance of survival and something to eat.
If we continue to stay in places like Yingzhou, Yunnei, we will already be filled with mourning and starving people, who are so hungry that they have to change their children to eat.
After fighting for such a long time, coupled with the fact that Yelu Yanxi often raised taxes during his reign, the people had long been out of food. The army still had some assistance from the Song Dynasty, which gave them some food. There were countless Khitan people from all ethnic groups.
Women and girls stayed outside the military camp, and some soldiers picked them in and brought back some military rations to support the whole family.
The camp lieutenant general did not stop him. After all, this was the only way for these people to survive. It could also let the Khitan soldiers, who had long been on the verge of collapse, vent their anger.
In troubled times, people are like ants. When they are so hungry, their dignity has long been thrown out of the sky. Even so, they will not survive for long. Once the Jurchen Tatar sentries come over, they will be plundered. Regardless of men, women, old or young,
, those who survived after the massacre were taken to be alive.
When the war broke out, they were driven like dogs and sheep, filling trenches with their lives, crossing the moat, and pushing ladders down the city.
Under the flames of war everywhere, Yunnei was already a purgatory. This was also a common sight wherever the Jurchen soldiers and horses went.
In front of Yanmen Pass, Zhong Shidao looked at the ancient grass road in the distance and sighed secretly in his heart.
Once upon a time, Yanmen Pass also became a prosperous place. The bones of countless martyrs buried under this majestic pass for thousands of years should be smiling now.
Not far away, Yao Gu slowly rode over on horseback, his face a little flushed. He looked at Mr. Zhong and said slowly: "Old Mr. Zhong, when we enter the clouds this time, these men and horses under our command may not be able to fight with others in the field. If so,
When I entered Yingzhou City, I was surrounded and beaten by the Jurchens like a living target. I wonder if my husband has a clever plan?"
Zhong Shidao glanced at him and smiled: "You are the most cunning guy. Even though you ask this question, what is your real intention in your heart? Do you think I don't know? You don't want to enter Yingzhou, right?"
Yao Gu chuckled and said: "None of us Northwest soldiers have grown up under your watch, and no idea can escape your notice. Yingzhou is not easy to enter, and Yelu Xian who guards the city is a stick.
, the main force is the Eighth Battalion of the Resentful Army, which is also a group of well-known weak brigade. Rather than being dragged down by them, it is better to take over the defense at the fort and use our Western Army's best fort fighting method to make the Jurchens suffer defeat."
The Western Army actually has a way of using forts to fight, and these veteran Western Army generals are all familiar with it.
Slowly consume you to death in countless fortresses. They cooperate with each other tacitly and serve as each other's horns. They are most suitable for fighting against such a powerful nation like the enemy, leaving you unable to use your strength.
Zhong Shidao's eyelids were drooped. Although his face did not look old, his body was a little rickety.
"Are the Khitans willing to build a fortress in Yunnei?" Zhong Shidao asked the biggest question in this matter.
Although the Khitan was so weak, it was a country after all. How could it possibly allow the Song army to frantically build forts on its own territory?
The smile on Yao Gu's face was a little gloomy. He glanced outside Yanmen Pass and the army ready to go. He held his horse whip and said: "Even if it is built, how can he defeat the Jurchens in the future? I don't know what the situation will be.
When the Khitan was operating in the Northern Han Dynasty, did they ever ask the Liu family emperor? When they were stationed in the Later Jin Dynasty, no one asked Shi Jingtang if he was willing to do so, right?"
If the previous civilian officials in the imperial court were in power, they would definitely not do such a thing and try their best to prevent the generals from regaining Yunnei and establishing such meritorious deeds.
But things are different now. Taoist Master Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This time, you and I have thought together. I have sent someone to inform Bianliang and we will make a decision after waiting for the court's decree to come down!"
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Zhong Shidao waved his hand, drums and trumpets sounded loudly, Yanmen closed, and the sounds of countless soldiers and horses starting up gathered into a loud noise.
Countless red tassels, like a sea of fire, the second batch of Han soldiers stepped into the land of Yunnei.
This time Zhongshidao integrated all the troops of Qinlong and gathered another 70,000 people, marching to the battlefield in a mighty manner. At this point, in the small court of the remaining mountains and rivers of Khitan, the power of the Three Kingdoms was almost equal to that of the Jurchens
The horse is even.
Only the Khitan, the nominal master, had the fewest troops and the lowest combat power.
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In Zhaodefang, a figure rushed in suddenly.
"Where's Da Lang?" Liu Qingshui shouted at the top of his lungs.
The maids in the flower hall recognized this man as Da Lang's, and he looked surprisingly handsome, so they all pointed at him.
After a while, Yun Niang came over, chased away these little yellow-haired maids like chickens, and said with a smile: "Liu Tiju, please sit down and have a cup of tea. I will go in and inform Da Lang right now."
Liu Qingshui recognized Yun Niang and knew that she was the actual housekeeper of the house. He nodded and motioned for her to come in quickly.
In an elegant bedroom, all furnished with mats and curtains, the heart-stirring sound of spring can be heard from time to time.
Yun Niang secretly spat and said through the window: "Da Lang, Liu Tiju from the Imperial City Department is here, saying he has something important to see you."
After saying that, after waiting for a while, Yang Lin came out while tying his belt. Yun Niang quickly bent down and tied it for him.
"Qingshui has been acting weird these days. When he sees me, he always looks at me, as if I owe him a lot of money." Yang Lin muttered dissatisfiedly.
Yun Niang smiled and said: "Da Lang is worrying too much. He still owes our family more than 100,000 yuan."
Looking at her plump buttocks that were bent over and bulging, Yang Lin smiled and pinched them, eliciting a cooing cry.
"The whore inside is bad, go and cover her up to avoid catching a cold. This kid is really too much. Could it be that the person borrowing money at this time is already an uncle?" Although he complained, this is his best after all.
Brother, Yang Lin still strolled to the flower hall.
Yun Niang opened the door and took a look. Her pretty face turned red. The situation in front of her was too unsightly.
"why you?"
Li Feng's face became even more ashamed after asking, and she buried herself on the bed without daring to speak. Yun Niang muttered, "Isn't this a sin," then stepped forward and covered her with the quilt.
When Liu Qingshui saw him, he said, "Da Lang, I came to see you for something."
Isn't this nonsense... Yang Lin looked at him angrily, but Liu Qingshui acted confidently and didn't look like he owed money at all.
He took out an exquisite fan, which was very valuable at first glance.
The newly made Qi Wan Su is as bright as frost and snow. It is cut into an acacia fan, and its clusters look like the bright moon.
The round fan and the Wan fan were popular for more than a thousand years from the Western Han Dynasty to the Song Dynasty. After the Song Dynasty, they kept pace with the folding fan. They were deeply loved by concubines, ladies, wealthy ladies, and literati.
"You write a love poem and have it embroidered by someone who knows how to make female needlework in your house. You must use good Huizhou gold thread. Hurry up and I'll pick it up the day after tomorrow."
Liu Qingshui was a little embarrassed. He thought that Yang Lin must have understood his intention, so he was still a little embarrassed. After speaking, he threw up his sleeves and walked away.
"I really am!" Yang Lin looked at Xu Saiyue, who was smiling sweetly beside him, and said angrily: "If he hadn't been my best brother, I would have fallen out with him a long time ago. He's too arrogant!"
"It seems that Liu Tiju has fallen in love with a girl from a certain family and wants to give her a token of love." Xu Saiyue looked envious, which was so sentimental.
Yang Lin chuckled, held her in his arms, raised his chin and said: "The vulgar people outside are not worthy of the poem I wrote. Although this poem is for Liu Qingshui to hook up with girls, it is actually for me. Written to Hao Yueyue."
Xu Saiyue's cheeks turned red, she quickly stood up and laid out pen and paper, looking at Yang Lin expectantly.
Yang Lin took the pen and thought for a moment. Although he said that he was writing this to Hao Yueyue, he somehow remembered the world-famous face of Little Concubine Liu, so he wrote:
The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain...