Chapter five hundred and forty-seven men have hatred, the ninth generation will avenge
Yang Lin was delayed for several days in Jingzhao Mansion and had to rush back to Yunnei where the plague was severe.
Exiting Yanmen Pass is Yingzhou Prefecture. Now the people here are renovating their own homes.
After fighting for such a long time, it was already a mess, with houses burned down and homes destroyed, and there was also a horrific plague.
Even so, they still chose to rebuild their homes on the land of their hometown.
The place close to Yanmen has relatively not experienced any battles, and the Jurchens' iron hooves have not been able to get close to it.
Coming out of Yanmen Pass and walking to the Heyin area, you can vaguely see the city walls and the dust after burning.
Looking around, I looked at an old man in front of a dilapidated hut, waving simple farm tools and mixing mud. Next to him, there was a young boy sitting, holding some unknown wild fruit in his hand and gnawing on it.
Yang Lin waved his hand and rode over. The old man quickly wiped his hands and wanted to salute.
"No need, what is this place?"
"Back to General, this is Niujiao Village, Heyin County." The old man bared his yellow teeth and said. The movement of raising his head made the skin of his brow wrinkle, like a series of loess ravines.
Yang Lin took out the wine bag, held it up and drank a few sips, screwed on the lid and threw it away. The old man caught it and thanked him profusely. He could smell the aroma of the wine from a distance, and he was so greedy that he vomited.
"Old man, are you Han or Khitan?"
"I am a Khitan, and this little kid is a Han."
The Khitan people in a place like this have long been Hanized and speak authentic Qin opera. Yang Lin is not surprised that no matter what kind of foreign race they are, if they live too close to the Han people, they will always forget their own language and customs early on.
This unparalleled penetration also reflects the Han Dynasty's prosperity and immortality for thousands of years.
"Isn't this your grandson?" Yang Lin was slightly surprised.
"Everyone in our Niujiao Village is dead. The Tatars crossed the border and killed them fiercely. We are the only two people left in the village. We depend on each other for life. From now on, he will be my grandson."
The child raised his head and called Grandpa. Then he lowered his head and continued to nibble on the red wild fruit in his hand.
"Old man, can this mud house hold up? I think the wind in Heyin County is quite strong." Lu Wang lowered his head, glanced at the mud mixed with straw, and asked with a smile.
Yang Lin sighed, this year is really unlucky for Yunnei, and there are natural disasters. First there were floods, then strong winds, and then the war subsided, and then came the plague.
Compared with the easy recovery of the ten Youyan states, the recovery of these six military states and the land they contained was indeed a lot more tortuous.
The old man gritted his teeth and didn't know how to answer. Yang Lin looked at the child chewing the fruit and smelled: "Hey, baby, this place belongs to our Song Dynasty, are you happy?"
The child's eyes widened and he glanced at his grandfather. The old man also looked confused. The child could only tilt his head and said loudly: "I'm happy...I'm happy when there's no war."
Jumping off the horse, Yang Lin threw the sticky fruit in the child's hand.
The old man was shocked when he saw the young general carrying his newly recognized grandson onto his horse.
Yang Lin held the reins and said, "Look now, what's the difference?"
"It's so high. I'm a little dizzy." The child's face was flushed and he was a little excited.
The guards of the Long Live Battalion burst into laughter. Yang Lin took out his sword and handed it to his hand. The child held it with difficulty.
"The Jurchen Tatars burned your home and slaughtered all your relatives. How can you hope not to fight? You should think about it day and night, wait until you grow up, hold a sword, ride a big horse, and go to war
!If a man doesn’t take revenge, what’s the point of living?”
After saying that, he hugged him down, took back the sword and inserted it into his waist. Yang Lin waved his hand and continued to walk forward, picking up the dust along the way.
Behind them, an old man and a young man, watched them gradually disappear.
In Yingzhou Mansion, the Eighth Battalion of the Resentment Army and Yelu Xian have disappeared, and the short-lived Jurchen soldiers have long since retreated, replaced by soldiers and horses from Qinlong Province.
A group of officials and generals were waiting at the city gate. When they saw Yang Lin's men coming from a distance, they stepped forward to greet them.
In extraordinary times, there was no extravagant welcome, it was simple enough. Yang Lin nodded gently.
The plague is afraid of large numbers of people, so the fewer people, the better.
Yingzhou was temporarily taken over by the army, and there was no prefect of the state. Yao Gu clasped his fists on his horse and said, "Young Zai, it's hard work for you to be far away. Let's rest and eat in Yingzhou."
Seeing that Yao Gu's expression didn't seem to be fake, Yang Lin nodded. Such generals only care about the interests of the clan. It is no secret that his widowed sister-in-law is his favorite.
Yang Lin is now the biggest backer of the Yao family, and the Yao family has replaced Zhong and Zhe as the largest force in the army.
His adopted son Yao Pingzhong was also his student and commanded the Western Army. Of course Yao Gu would not ruin his family's future for such a thing. Yang Shaozai was now at the height of his power, and no one dared to say that he would not go further.
At that time, the world will only know that my Yao family is separated from the country and has unlimited honor and favor. Who will care about these rotten things.
Yang Lin didn't take it to heart at all. Zhe Huanxiang was alluring and charming. If he didn't do it, he would have to stay a widow in this deep mansion for the rest of his life. Moreover, he was still a virgin. It was a waste of natural resources.
God did not create such beauties to stay alone in their boudoirs and die alone.
Yang Lin nodded and led the crowd into Yingzhou Mansion. The streets were deserted. However, there were a few brave people on the roadside who had opened their doors to make a living, just to earn money from these big soldiers.
Even the soldiers standing on both sides were sparsely arranged. Yang Lin was even more satisfied: "There is nothing to be afraid of about the plague. It is nothing more than sparse, surrender, and cure. I think this Yingzhou Prefecture is doing just that.
Yes, Yao Gu, you impress me with admiration."
Yao Gu smiled modestly and thought to himself, this has nothing to do with me. Your nephew seems to be really capable. Since ancient times, plagues have never been controlled so quickly.
Yang Keshi said: "Young Master, don't worry. We have listened to Xu Shuwei's words and set aside a residential area in Yingzhou Mansion for the patients to live in. We also provide them with enough decoction and medicine every day. It depends on whether they live or die."
Their destiny."
"If one person gets sick, it will infect the whole family. In mild cases, he will die in ten lives, and in severe cases, one or two will survive in ten. Within the same territory, the probability is like this." Yao Gu said: "You are lucky to survive, and you are unlucky to die.
Alas, I don’t know how many tens of thousands of good men were lost this time.”
Yang Lin felt like his heart was bleeding. Even if he fought against the Jurchen Tatars, so many people would not die.
After a major disaster, there will be a major epidemic, and the Jurchen Tatars are a disaster. They leave corpses everywhere they go, and they kill them or bury them. They are really the biggest enemy of the civilized world, and it is impossible to coexist with them.