Xixia was pacified in the northwest, tea and horse trade was opened, and the Silk Road was slowly restored to life.
Chang'an City has become lively again, and its location has become important in vain. There are rows of luxurious mansions, each one more magnificent than the other. It is not less than the atmosphere of the old Tang Dynasty.
Chang'an City has also shone brightly in the long history, far beyond Bianliang. Even so, it cannot be compared with Bianliang now, which shows how prosperous Tokyo is.
Several carriages came slowly on the ancient road, filled with scholars, with excited expressions on their faces, eager to join the construction of the northwest immediately.
Old Qin people have seen too many such fledgling scholars. Recently, after the imperial court newspaper called for scholars to rush to the northwest, Jingzhao Mansion did not know how many such scholars passed by.
Three or five old people gathered under the tree, pointing and pointing. They were just saying something that would make them complain in a few days, accompanied by a few chuckles.
The scholars didn't know what was going on. They thought they were the focus of everyone's discussion wherever they went, and their faces became even more excited.
A fair-faced and thin scholar poked his head out from the car curtain, looked around the streets of Chang'an, and said excitedly: "Look at them, they are talking about us. They must be moved by our pride of traveling thousands of miles to serve our country, and express them there.
A feeling of admiration and admiration.”
In front of him, there was an older man who also wore a turban and a turban. He also had a smile on his face, but he still said in a deep voice: "Be careful. The more people praise you, the more humble I and other scholars must be." After saying that,
Smiling and nodding.
The old men suddenly lost interest, cursed and lowered their heads to play chess.
Next to them, a young man dressed in government office waving his fan and listened for a long time.
When I saw them starting to play chess, I stepped forward, followed by a few tall men. At first glance, I knew they were young men from rich families who were playing.
In Jingzhao Mansion, there are many such generals in the yamen, but today's one is not a general's son, but Yang Lin, the young prime minister of the dynasty.
Yang Lin put up a fan to cover his mouth and said to Lu Wang behind him: "The common people are full of prejudice against these scholars, and they don't praise them. They even say bad words. If the scholars hear it over time, won't it make them ashamed?"
Come again."
"The villagers are ignorant. They have always been like this. It's nothing strange." Lu Wang said with a smile.
Yang Lin put away his fan and stuck it on his back. He waved his hands as if he was carefree and said: "No, it has always been like this, which means it has always been wrong. How can you know that you are wrong and not correct it."
He originally planned to steal a half-day to go out and feel what it was like to bully men and women in the government office, but when he actually came to the street, he was too embarrassed to do it.
A young woman who is as beautiful as a flower must be a newlywed, and her husband loves her like a treasure. If she goes up to her and makes a few nice remarks, spreading the word will ruin the girl's reputation, will it affect the happiness of others in her life?
The delicate girl may have already promised to her husband's family. If she flirts with others, it will be bad if she accidentally ruins a happy marriage.
From this point of view, bullying men and dominating women is really a hard job. You must have a strong heart to be able to do this job.
Unintentionally, although I did not regard him as a bad boy, I heard the prejudice and slander among the people in the northwest about the scholars who responded to the call.
Yang Lin went directly to the yamen of Jingzhao Mansion. The man at the door didn't recognize him. Lu Wang stepped forward and said a few words. The young yamen servant immediately changed his expression and rushed inside.
The rest respectfully gathered them in the lobby, and after a while, almost all the officials from Jingzhao Mansion arrived.
"The lower official has met the young master."
The prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture is young and fair-skinned. He seems to be a scholar in a major.
When he saw Yang Lin, he didn't show any signs of overbearing. He stepped forward with a smile and said, "I don't know if the young master is coming, but I'm not going to welcome him from afar."
"It's okay. I'm here this time because I have something to discuss with you."
This is strange. The person in front of me has been rumored to be arbitrary and unable to listen to other people's opinions. Why did he take the initiative to discuss it? I don't know what caused his temperament to change drastically.
Yang Lin frowned slightly, sighed, and said what he heard on the street today.
The officials of the Jingzhao Mansion all had troubled expressions on their faces, trying to change the people's deep-rooted views and make the people proud of the scholar's aid to Yun Nei. For a while, they really didn't know how to start.
Yang Lin had some immature ideas in his mind, but he wanted to brainstorm and listen to these local officials if they had any better ideas.
While they were discussing here, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and a man broke in. His face was a little gray, and his voice was even more impatient: "Master, something serious has happened."
Magistrate Liu's face looked cold and green. It was the most unfortunate thing about Wang's arrest. Why was he so rude today, in front of the young master?
"Your Excellency, there was a group of scholars who went to Jinji Gorge in Naganliu County. They were captured by the local villagers and used as sacrifices to ghosts."
Killing people and offering sacrifices to ghosts often occur in places where there is frequent smoke, and Yang Lin has also heard about it.
When I heard this, I was heartbroken to the point of bursting with pain. These stupid scholars all responded to their own call, and yet they met with such disaster.
People were sacrificed to ghosts, or villagers collected money to buy people to sacrifice, or captured passers-by to sacrifice. Every time, children and women were used to pluck out their eyes, cut off their ears and noses, bury them in traps, fertilize them with boiling water, and erode their skin.
These words are horrifying to read, but they are real things that happened frequently in the Song Dynasty.
In addition to the primitive witchcraft of human sacrifice, the commodity economy in the Song Dynasty was developed, and people's speculative psychology increased, hoping to get rich by offering blood sacrifices to evil gods. The God of Five Tongs was an important god of wealth in the Song Dynasty, but he was also regarded as a one-horned mandrill. The five-tong horn is like a mandrill." At that time, the five-tong god was also considered to be a human being who sacrificed blood for food.
Volume 34 of "Taiping Guangji", in the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a puppet who stayed in the Wutong Shen's house recognized by Kaifeng people. He opened the door of the second room and read it. There were many women and babies nailed on the four walls of the room; there were countless prisoners in the room. , Fang tortured and howled.
After all, there is a cult at work. After slamming the table, Yang Lin stood up and said, "It's tolerable, but what can't be tolerated!"
There is a dangerous and narrow mountain gorge dozens of miles northwest of Ganliu County called Jinji Gorge. It is sandwiched between two opposing peaks. The pass is narrow and desolate, hidden by long grass. There is only a river passing through the gorge, which brings a bit of atmosphere to the place. angry.
The warm sun shines down, and the mountain gorge that has been cold and dark all year round is coated with a layer of gentle gold, and the entire valley suddenly becomes brighter.
If you look down from the air, you will be surprised to find that there are many people in Jinji Gorge, which is originally rarely visited.
There were hundreds of these people. Wang Jingang rolled over lazily. The midday sun shone warmly on his body, causing some parts of his body to react.
He reached out and grabbed his crotch, muttered a few curse words, and suddenly his eyes suddenly opened.
"There's the sound of hoofbeats!"
In front of him, a big man with an unshaven beard jumped up like a carp, picked up the knife at his side and shouted to the left and right in panic: "Are the officers and soldiers coming?"
Beside them, several corpses were mangled with blood, and blood-stained clothes were scattered everywhere.
Wang Jingang sneered and said: "It seems that someone slipped through the net, or someone reported it. This place can't stay here any longer. Let's move out!"
"Alas. It's such a pity that the foolish men and women in this village have just been coaxed into religion by us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him quickly disappeared into the dense forest, leaving only some stumps and broken arms.