Yang Lin sat at the top, looked at the officials in the hall, and talked:
"The roads in Guizhou are blocked and the mountains and rivers are crisscrossed. If you want to reach other places, you often have to walk for several months. Tian's clinging to Sizhou is just like a frog at the bottom of a well. He dares to stroke the tiger's beard at this time. This time he will definitely restore a bright future to the southwest.
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The north is still covered in ice and snow, and there is still some time before the snow melts and becomes warmer. The Jurchens retreated to Huanglong Mansion, and the two sides temporarily fell into a situation of truce and preparation for war.
The southwest was already full of grass and warblers, which was perfect for fighting. Yang Lin's order to Fang Qifu was to put down the rebellion in the southwest within two months.
In two months' time, the war is expected to resume in the north, and the country's resources will definitely be tilted northward.
Everyone knows that the northern barbarians are the enemy of life and death, and the southwest is plagued by scabies. These chieftains in the southwest are like malignant sores. Although they are difficult to eradicate, they are not fatal.
Everyone in the hall discussed in low voices. In fact, they didn't know much about Southwest.
Even if there were officials from the southwest in the DPRK, most of them came from Sichuan and Sichuan. Central Guizhou was really too remote, and before the New Deal, there were few colleges and universities. Except for wealthy families, there were very few educated scholars.
The New Deal has just begun, and the current scholars in the academy are far from the age and level that can serve as officials.
In fact, before Tian Yougong returned to the Song Dynasty, this place was not controlled by the Song Dynasty.
If central Guizhou wants to communicate with the Central Plains, Sizhou Prefecture is the most convenient way, and it is also the well-deserved hub connecting the southwest region to the Central Plains.
The Jinjiang River in Sizhou leads to the Yuan River, passes through Dongting, and flows down to the Yangtze River. It is a golden waterway in the Qian-Jin area.
Tian Yougong took the entire Sizhou from Zhao Ji and took control of the hub connecting the Central Plains and Central Guizhou.
Bai Shizhong slowly raised his head, pointed to a small blue flag on the sand table, and said: "Shaozai, in Jiaozhi and Guangzhou, taxation is now at your discretion and does not need to be paid to the court. This campaign."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Lin waved his hand and said: "Guangzhou, as one of the companion capitals, is in urgent need of money. The five capitals move forward together. This is a thousand-year plan. This small rebellion cannot be delayed. Fang Qifu sent someone to send back the news.
, he has enough money and food in his own treasury to last for two months."
"Can two months really quell the chaos?" Zhang Shuye couldn't help but ask.
Yang Lin chuckled lightly and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he didn't take Tian seriously: "With the strength of a clan, if you want to fight against me, he may not know that I am the general trend of the world now. Going against the trend is like going against the will of heaven.
No matter how virtuous or capable Tian is, I will smash him to pieces."——
"The Tian family still wants to marry my daughter? It's simply an idiot's dream."
Yang Weicong sneered again and again, threw the gift list on the ground, held Tian Yougong's letter, and his face became even more ugly.
Knowing Tian Ruduan's purpose of coming, if it were in the past, he might have considered it. Now that the Tian family is in chaos, how could Yang Weicong pay attention to him again.
The Tian family and the Yang family are both large tribes in central Guizhou, and they are adjacent to each other. They have the most basic competitive relationship and cannot be reconciled.
Yang's dream was to get Sizhou, which was the hub connecting the Central Plains. If he got Sizhou, he could achieve great development, instead of being the king of barbarians in the isolated central Guizhou like now.
Tian Yougong was causing trouble, and he originally wanted to take a hand in it, but when he heard that the Song people were serious about it this time, Yang Weicong immediately thought of this as an opportunity to take his place.
Of course, if he knew that Yang Lin's plan was not to eliminate one Tian family, but to eliminate all the chieftains in the southwest, he would not act like this.
Of course it makes sense to make friends at a distance and attack at close range, but it's not that he doesn't understand that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.
If it really comes to threaten their common living conditions, Yang Weicong will definitely cooperate with Tian, but it's a pity that he hasn't smelled the danger yet.
Outside the city of Bozhou, a group of people remained silent, no one dared to make a sound.
Among them, there was a carriage. Inside the carriage, Tian Ruduan's face was as gloomy as a pig's liver. His originally cold face looked a little ferocious, and his fingers were trembling slightly with such huge anger.
Tian Ruduan thought wholeheartedly that he was giving them great honor by marrying their Yang family's daughter.
Who knew he would be kicked out? He was kicked out without even seeing Yang Weicong himself.
He had been arrogant and domineering since he was a child. When had he ever been so angry? Tian Ruduan became more and more angry as he thought about it. He punched the wall of the carriage. He even hated his own father.
What kind of bad idea did the old guy come up with to make me come here to be angry and embarrassed?
At this time, on the Bozhou City Tower not far from them, Yang Weicong looked at the Tian family's carriages and horses, his eyes deep and silent.
The entire southwestern Guizhou region is like a pool of stagnant water. Although small disputes have continued over the years, the overall pattern has never changed.
Now the opportunity has finally come. This time, we must replace the Sizhou Tian family and become the real owner of the entire land.
This time he chose to gamble, betting that the Song people would not tolerate the rebellion provoked by the Tian family, and that they hoped to choose a new force to take over central Guizhou.
Behind him, a man hurriedly climbed up the city wall and whispered: "Master, the people sent by the Song Dynasty have arrived."
Yang Weicong turned around, twisted his wristband, and said, "Let's go and have a look."——
Luodian, bordering Dali, was once the dividing line between Song Dynasty and Dali.
The soldiers and horses all over the mountains and plains looked like a tidal wave from a distance.
Shimen Fan soldiers and Dali soldiers and horses gathered from both sides, gathered here, and continued to march.
The banners of these men and horses covered the sky and the sun, and they walked among the mountains and rivers of Guizhou Province as if they were walking on flat ground.
He casually used his machete to split the bushes and create roads.
They all grew up in this environment, and some even jumped and marched in the trees.
Behind them, more soldiers and horses are gathering. If these people are rough, they already number one hundred thousand.
The thirty-six tribes of Wuman were originally tribes in the mountains, and the Tubo soldiers and horses were relatively difficult.
However, as they were walking behind the Dali soldiers, there was already a path that they had trodden on, so they could just go along the way.
Fang Qifulema was on one side of the army. Looking up into the distance, he saw a series of mountains connected one after another.
No wonder the previous imperial court was unwilling to send troops to exterminate the chieftains, but chose to indulge and tolerate them. These mountains make people unable to think about setting foot in them.
If the enemies were scattered in these deep mountains, even a million-strong army would never be able to wipe them out.
Fortunately, they already have a state capital. I believe the Tian family does not have the courage to abandon their centuries-old nest.
Fang Qifu wiped the sweat from his forehead and ordered: "Send the order, bury pots and make rice on the spot, prepare enough dry food, and march quickly over the mountains tomorrow."