Outside the big tent, several personal guards stayed outside. After Lu Wang made the bed, he consciously prepared to sleep on the small bed beside him.
Yang Lin sat on the bedside and coughed slightly. Lu Wang looked at him in confusion: "Young Master?"
"You see the moonlight is so charming, aren't you going to go out and enjoy it?" Yang Lin asked.
"Hahaha, Shao Zai, are you okay? We have a big tent with a roof, where can we see the moonlight? I have been traveling all over the country for so many years, and I don't dare to say anything else. I have rich experience. I can tell tonight as soon as I reach out my hand.
Rain." Lu Wang looked quite proud. As he spoke, he took off the knife and put it aside where he could reach it with his hands.
Turning over, Lu Wang closed his eyes and said, "I see, Shao Zai is so tired that he is confused. He will be fine if he takes a nap."
Yang Lin thought to himself that he would definitely bring Lu Qian here next time. He was really ignorant.
"Lu Wang, I don't need you to protect me tonight. You can go out and sleep." Yang Lin said in a deep voice.
Lu Wang turned around in confusion, suddenly a realization dawned on his face, he stood up, touched the knife and whispered: "Young Master, are you going to kill someone?"
"Get out of here, get out of here, I will bring Lu Qian out next time."
Lu Wang, who was kicked out for no reason, felt very aggrieved. Lu Qian? How could he not be as good as himself? He had saved him several times when he was walking on the road in Huaiyang.
While he was scratching his head and complaining, two people came over from Pingpin Tingting in the distance. They were holding hands, their steps were a little strange, and their legs seemed to be trembling.
So nervous? Close to Shaozai? Could it be an assassin?
Lu Wang became suspicious. He held the simple knife in his hand in front of him and stared at him: "Who is here and what do you want to do?"
The guards beside him couldn't stand it any longer. Old Man Zhu laughed, pulled him aside by his shoulders, and whispered into his ear.
Lu Wang then said in annoyance: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? No wonder Shaozai cares about my nose, nose, and eyes."
The two sisters, who had just learned that they had changed their surnames, walked to the tent with their heads lowered. After a while, the lights in the tent went out.
...
Light rain pattered on the tent, and it was already dawn.
Yang Lin stretched out and stretched out his hand to touch. There was nothing around him. Only the remaining warmth reminded him that there was once someone here.
Yang Lin wiped his face and muttered: "What Lu Wang said is true, it's raining."
During the autumn rain and the cold, they put on a robe and sat on the edge of the bed. Yang Mo'er and Yang Ke'er heard the commotion and came over with a wooden basin and toiletries to wait on the bedside.
One after another, they knelt down in front of Yang Lin and said in a sweet voice: "Master, my servant will wait for you to get up."
Let yourself pick two delicate flowers at will, and say nice words and flattery. It is natural for a man to show some affection, and Yang Lin is no exception.
When they came, they must have been instructed by the tribe. Their behavior was a bit like that of slaves in the Tang Dynasty, but it was neither fish nor fowl.
Seeing that the two of them showed a softness and gentleness that had never been seen in the tribe's Muai boys, and the shy expressions on their eyebrows, they looked like delicate and shy concubines. Yang Lin smiled and coaxed a few words, allowing them to serve him clumsily.
After washing and dressing, some of the sisters' maids came in to help them tidy up their bedding.
An older woman cut out two pieces of blood-stained cloth and said with a smile: "They Han people are very particular about this."
The two sisters looked at each other and lowered their heads shyly.
Yang Lin had come out early, and sure enough, there was a hint of chill in the air. Fortunately, he had the unique Uighur lapels inside, so he didn't feel cold.
Lu Wang handed over a raincoat and said: "Young Master, it's finally getting colder. Xu Shuwei said that this time the plague is afraid of the cold. It seems that it can be better controlled."
Yang Lin nodded happily. Controlling the epidemic is the most important thing at the moment. Some epidemic diseases are afraid of cold, and some epidemic diseases are afraid of heat. Now it seems that it is better to be afraid of cold. After all, this place is close to the grassland, and autumn will soon come.
Great cooling.
After standing for a while, Yang Ye, who had been waiting in the distance for a long time, ran over in a flash. With a smile on his face, he said: "Young Master, it's raining again, why don't you stay in our Yeluo tribe for one more day."
Yang Lin nodded and said: "The water and grass are not very abundant here. Instead of continuing to graze, it is better to build a small city."
Yang Ye's eyes were almost red, his heartbeat was racing, and he wanted to prick up his ears to listen. Once the city was built, he would also be the lord of the city. His tribe was not strong enough, and the pasture it occupied must be very poor.
Yang Lin continued: "The Tea Horse Trade Road is becoming increasingly prosperous, and the roads in Jingzhao Prefecture are blocked. It is better to divert the traffic here and go through Yunnei to Hedong, Hebei, and Youyan. In these places along the way, large-scale construction projects and city construction are being carried out."
Even those as powerful as Dangxiang and Hexi Uighurs are each in a city. These people compete with each other, and no one has the opportunity to occupy a lot of resources.
This move fundamentally cut off the possibility of someone growing stronger and threatening the imperial court. It can be said that the resources in the northwest are completely at the mercy of Yang Lin, Song Jiang and others. This is also the reason why the heroes in the northwest obey.
The fall of Xixia and Daliao, and the two-hundred-year civil war in Tubo, left no one in these places that could unite the power of one tribe. This was the time when the alien tribes in the northwest were at their weakest, and Yang Lin seized the perfect opportunity.
From this perspective, Yang Lin's current prestige in the northwest is really similar to when An Lushan conquered the Khitans in the northeast and ridiculed the people.
Use force to break it, and then use advantage to tame it, and put a tight band on this group of fierce and good warriors.
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In Jingchu Province, Yin Muhong frowned, the development of the situation was far beyond his expectation.
I didn't expect that this cult would develop so fast. The more in-depth the investigation becomes, the more terrifying it becomes.
He had already figured out the key to the matter. After losing power, the Jiangnan gentry group did not stop its activities and became obedient people of the Song Dynasty under the rule of Shao Zai.
They are willing to try any means and will not hesitate to use all means to resist.
He passed through Jiaozhi, made friends with Jurchens, and even provided financial support to the cult.
Most of the believers are mountain people who live a difficult life. These people are ignorant. After being bewitched, they often disown their relatives and use ruthless methods. As long as the messenger of Maitreya gives the order, they can raise the butcher knife to their closest relatives without blinking an eye, just because they
I don’t believe in Maitreya and King Ming.
And the huge wealth invested by a large number of gentry was equivalent to adding a lot of fuel to the fire.
In the courtyard in front of you, there are corpses all over the place. Some have their limbs smashed, some have their orifices gouged out, some are covered in flesh and blood... These are all the techniques of Maitreya believers.
This rather luxurious mansion was turned upside down and all the money was wiped out.
Yin Muhong stepped into the living room. In the middle of the hall, there was a circle of heads, with a wooden Buddha in the middle, bare chested and with angry eyes.