As soon as the sky dawned, the gates of Xingyang City opened wide, and two thousand soldiers lined up to enter the city.
Xingyang officials were proud and led a group of new troops from the Beijing camp to "visit" from house to house according to the account books.
The first one to bear the brunt was the large household Baiquan Temple, which was the place where Xingyang owed the most labor money and had the largest amount of land under its name.
Once upon a time, all the Gungun princes in Bianliang City entrusted their fields under the name of Baiquan Temple.
After the Yang Lin palace coup, many of these officials were killed and their property confiscated. Instead, these properties fell into the hands of Baiquan Temple.
As early as when the new law was promulgated, the Xingyang government sent people to measure these fields. They totaled more than 7,000 hectares, and many of them had already been exported to Xingyang, Zhengzhou, Luoyang, and Kaifeng.
With such a large amount of land, the labor money is really not a small amount. Liu Xinting calculated it at 200,000 yuan last night.
Two hundred thousand guan can cover the expenses of Xingyang for a year. Today's officials are not short of salary, but the government is so busy that they want to build roads and bridges and implement some policies that benefit the people, but they are all tied up and unable to come up with it.
Money comes.
The last time the imperial court asked the scholars to go out, Xingyang finally scraped together some money, but could not afford to hire a special fleet.
The dean of Xingyang College didn't care about this either. The gentry here had their own connections, and new officials often had to look at their faces.
Liu Xinting stayed up all night, but there was no trace of sleepiness at all. He was in high spirits.
"Bring all our catchers, yamen servants, and soldiers... Forget it, let's have the officials, the escorts, and the secretary come over, record today's events in a book, and engrave a monument at the gate of the city."
The general magistrate of Xingyang followed quickly and asked: "Aren't we going to let people from our Yamen come?"
"What's the use of coming here? Look at these soldiers and horses. Do they need outsiders to intervene?"
When everyone looked towards the street, they were shocked to realize that these people were so majestic, almost all of them were seven-foot tall men.
These high-spirited soldiers are many times more powerful than the local soldiers. Moreover, they have just returned from Jiaozhi, and they are full of murderous aura. At first glance, they are in awe.
Although the Song Dynasty had looked down on warriors for a hundred years, the people on both sides of the road could not help but stop and watch with such a mighty warrior, and their hearts were filled with excitement.
We have such generals in the Song Dynasty. Why worry about unrest on the border and barbarians invading the border?
Yang Lin slept extremely soundly last night. Every time he goes on the road, it is a painful journey. Now this road is really difficult to walk.
It’s no wonder that the ancients said that traveling is difficult, and the official road is so bumpy with bumps and bumps, let alone those mountain roads.
The warm late spring sun was shining, and Lu Qian knocked on the door: "Young Master, it's almost time to take action."
Yang Lin rubbed his eyes from the bed. After getting up, he put on his official uniform, hurriedly washed his face, rinsed his mouth and brushed his teeth, then rode a horse and rushed to Baiquan Temple with his guards.
There was already a sea of people outside the mountain gate. This might be the most powerful debt collection group in the history of the Song Dynasty.
The leader was the powerful Yang Lin, who brought with him two thousand thugs and two hundred personal guards, a kind of official's underlings.
Zhile went to a restaurant for a banquet last night, had a lot of drinks, and was sleeping soundly in the restaurant. He was hurriedly woken up by the little novice monk, who had just rushed back.
I saw him standing at the gate of the mountain, staring blankly at the soldiers and horses at the bottom of the mountain, and for a moment he wondered if he had not woken up yet.
"How is this going?"
The joy in Liu Xinting's heart was indescribable, and he laughed and said: "Master Zhilue, the former official once said that the money for this campaign is a new policy of the imperial court, and he cannot be owed anything. I have spoken sincerely, but your temple has not stopped. Now. Now
The army is pressing down on the territory, so don’t say you were unprepared!”
Zhile sneered in his heart, but his face still looked solemn and he even smiled softly.
This gesture also made the onlookers and pilgrims praise him and applaud him one after another.
They are all devout Buddhists, and some of the local gentry came out and shouted: "Master Zhilue is an eminent monk, and Baiquan Temple here is an ancient temple in the Han Dynasty. It is the place where many masters passed away. How can I allow you to trample on me like this?"
"Yes, if you disrespect Baiquan Temple, you will go to hell."
"Good, good, good."
Liu Xinting flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, faced the aggressive Buddhist believers, and said loudly: "As scholars, as long as we believe in the Tao of Confucius and Mencius and the Yang Clan theory, everyone can become a sage. I serve as an official for one term and serve the people.
Taking back the service money will benefit hundreds of thousands of people here. The merit is so great that it can make this place a holy place. Why should I be afraid of going to hell?"
These words were so resounding that among the crowd there were scholars from Xingyang Academy who couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Yang Xueyi said that everyone should work hard to become a saint, and those with high achievements are considered saints.
Liu Zhizhou's words struck the essence of Yang Xue, and these scholars couldn't help but applaud loudly.
"Liu Zhizhou has become a saint. Even if he goes to hell, it will not be an easy matter. He must be down below to promote our new policy to the Senluo Palace. Let the lonely little kid who is oppressed by evil spirits live a good life for a few days."
"I'm just afraid of these little devils, but I still have to protect the King of Hell."
"That's really stupid, stupid and hopeless."
Such a sentence broke out among the scholars, which immediately caused a roar of laughter. Everything the government did was for the sake of these people, but there were many people who were willing to help Baiquan Temple fight against the government for the sake of their so-called beliefs.
If they were taught to go against the government in order to give birth to their own parents, few of these people would have the courage to do so, but now they all looked angry, and the scholars couldn't help but despise them even more.
At this time, Zhile was already a little panicked, because unlike in the past, there was a great god sitting in Xingyang.
He was not only the backer of Xingyang officials, but also the backer of all officials in the entire Song Dynasty. Zhi Le was not sure whether the old tricks were still useful.
He has sent people to call people from door to door. There are countless pilgrims in the city, all of them are men and women praying for the Buddha's blessing.
The only solution for now is to coerce them to protect Baiquan Temple and keep these soldiers out. Fortunately, over the past hundred years of the Song Dynasty, a deep-rooted concept has been developed, which is to despise warriors.
Xingyang is at the foot of the emperor and close to Bianliang, so they should not dare to cause a civil uprising.
Seeing that the mountain gate was still closed, Liu Xinting looked down the mountain and saw no guard of honor from Yang Shaozai. He was heartbroken and waved his hand: "If you don't pay the service fee and check the land deed, we will break in." Zhi Le presided over, Wang
You think twice before you act.”
Yang Yizhong pulled the horse's hoof, and the horse was pawing at its hooves leisurely.
The war horse is psychic. Although there are many people here, it can't smell any danger at all.
Liu Xinting looked up and saw that there was no movement at the mountain gate. On the contrary, more and more people were watching.
Finally, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "Enter the temple!"
Lieutenant General Yang Yi pointed the white spear in his hand toward the sky, and the two thousand new troops from the Beijing camp began to move together.
They rode war horses and advanced slowly. Although the speed was very slow, in the eyes of the monks on the mountain gate, it was like a torrent coming.
This kind of momentum makes it impossible for people to resist at all. The monks guarding the courtyard can still stand firm, but many young novices are so frightened that their legs are spinning.
Suddenly, a group of people rushed in front of Yang Yizhong's horse. They were a group of Guizhou chiefs. They were not very well-dressed and looked like ordinary people.
"Thieves and soldiers, stop quickly. In front of us is the Holy Land of Buddhism. How can we allow you thieves to kill talents and stinky soldiers to defile it!"
ps: A small earthquake, power outage, nothing serious...just the update time is a little later, brothers, please be patient, I will provide the second update later.