Chapter seven hundred and forty second iron blood suppression
Whether it was attacking the Xiongnu in the north or the Five Conquests in Mobei, after defeating the enemies in the north, most dynasties would choose to support the pro-Han tribes and then withdraw their troops themselves.
But people who are not from my race must have different minds. In a place like this outside the Pass, if a tribe is allowed to govern alone for a long time, how can it be without two minds?
Even in the Central Plains, a vassal town that has been divided for a long time cannot be of one heart and one mind with the unified court.
Yang Lin was determined to change this situation, publicize the benefits of migration on a large scale, and relax various policies.
For a time, hundreds of thousands of people were deceived, leaving their homes and businesses, selling their property, and coming to reclaim wasteland.
Huanglong Mansion, a city building project is also planned here.
Yang Lin came in person to direct the construction of the city. There are many ethnic groups here, including Han, Khitan, Jurchen, Dangxiang, Tieli, Shiwei...
However, after the city is built, every registered household can receive some foundations and land.
The land here is vast and sparsely populated, and even if everyone were to leave, there would still be large tracts of open space left.
Yang Lin looked at the rebellion information from various ethnic groups further north, without any anger on his face.
This is all expected. If you want to take away people's power, how can they not resist?
"Song Gongming's proposal to set up a government office is in my heart. The most important thing is to gradually remove the power of the original leaders and clan heads."
Bohai and Shiwei are vying to surrender, and there are no enemies in the north.
The system implemented in the Liao Dynasty was somewhat loose, and the high-pressure policies of the Jurchens were too harsh. The best choice was to be included in the official-replacement system.
Hundreds of thousands of troops had just wiped out the Jurchens, and the remaining power was still there. It was the right time to remove all the clan chiefs and leaders from their military power.
So soon, orders were issued. The heads of each tribe were still the heads of the tribes and could mediate disputes, cooperate with officials, and protect the country and the people.
To put it bluntly, they are a bit like the gentry in the Central Plains, and they also control some land, but they cannot directly interfere in local criminal, political, and military affairs.
They are no longer allowed to raise private soldiers, are not allowed to collect taxes, have no power to judge crimes, and are not allowed to torture clan members at will.
For a time, many Shiwei and Bohai clan chiefs jumped out to oppose, and there was no shortage of rebels.
Yang Lin found a stone and squatted down without caring whether it was cold or not.
He said to several generals: "In this foreign land, the jungle has been preying on the strong for a long time. It is impossible for you to reason with them. It is like taming a wild beast. Only when it hurts and gives some sweetness, will it obey obediently."
"If you are disobedient, give him a stick and give him a piece of meat if you are obedient. Even a lion, a tiger, and a ferocious beast will one day be tamed."
"But it is in vain that you hope to read the Four Books and Five Classics, poems and classic meanings to them for ten thousand years. When the day of true integration comes, they will become our best people, support the imperial court, and be loyal."
"Otherwise, if you didn't hurt them, even if they are respectful to you on the surface, sooner or later, when you are weak, he will show his claws and bite you until your flesh and blood are dripping."
The generals understood this, and soon a large-scale animal taming operation was launched in the north. Each of these more than 300,000 soldiers who had just fought bloody battles for seven or eight years was murderous. Anyone who resisted the imperial court was suppressed with iron blood, no matter what.
It's step by step.
When the power is absolutely overwhelming, it would be a bit pretentious to implement benevolent governance and want to completely change the way this region is ruled.
No matter how good the policy is, since it touches the foundation of the power of the leaders and patriarchs, they will inevitably be resisted. It is wishful thinking to expect others to be grateful for some favors.
Song Jun's approach this time is very simple. If you don't do what I do, I will kill all the clan leaders.
After killing them all, there will be no clan leader left. Whoever you support will be killed again.
After several visits, the wild branches and leaves on this land were pruned clean before they could be integrated into the Central Plains system.
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In Kaicheng, Yang Ziqian landed ashore and realized that the Jurchens had been destroyed in a short period of time.
Yang Ziqian was once again proud of his vision, twirling his beard and saying, "It's just as expected."
Now that the Jurchens were destroyed, Yang Ziqian considered himself a hero of the Song Dynasty, and began to plan in his mind when to ask for an edict from the Song Dynasty to completely depose his grandson and become the king of Goryeo himself.
Everyone around him also looked happy, but his son Yang Zhichang was not very happy. He came forward and said: "Father, Cui Hongxu is the legitimate son of the Cui family. Back in the capital, he was always in the limelight.
I don’t know how many times higher than the sons. Now they have a lot of power in the Song Dynasty, and there are many people supporting him in Goryeo. You went to the Song Dynasty this time just for this matter, but you got nothing...
"
"Shut up!" Yang Ziqian's face darkened and he cursed: "What do you know? I have a gentleman's agreement with Yang Shaozai. Cui Hongxu will die in Song Dynasty."
This son of his has no abilities, but he is very self-aware and has a strong sense of worry. However, he talks like he is pouring beans straight and has no tact at all. Yang Ziqian hates it so much that his teeth itch.
Yang Zhichang said in astonishment: "Gentleman...agreement?"
The implication is that neither his father nor Yang Shaozai are gentlemen, but no matter how stupid he is, he would not dare to say the next words.
Although he didn't say it out loud, everyone already understood the meaning. Many people suppressed their laughter, but Yang Ziqian laughed angrily: "You... pack your things and come with me to Shenyang Mansion."
"Father, didn't you just come back?"
Yang Ziqian couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him down, cursing: "Go if you are told, what nonsense!"
Kaicheng is indeed not far from Shenyang Prefecture. It can be reached by horseback in ten days.
This time Yang Ziqian couldn't be too casual. He searched all over Goryeo and collected all the treasures of heaven and earth.
Then he ordered to search for beautiful girls from the people. I heard Ruan Xiaoqi mention it at sea that Shao Zai often asked for seals, dog whips, deer whips and other specialties from the north, so he tried his best to find her.
All of this was done to suit his needs, and he made the best preparations before setting off for the Song Dynasty.
Shenyang Mansion, in the other courtyard.
Yang Lin rubbed his eyes and stretched.
Lying on the bed were two delicate and pink bodies. They were Zhe Huanxiang and Xu Yuenu who had come from Mizhou. They were sleeping soundly at this time.
The two people, with messy hair and hair, hugged each other, with a halo of light drawing a charming arc on the exposed parts of their bodies.
They had been playing in Mizhou for several months. When they were very bored, they heard from people at home that the war was over.
The Song army won a great victory, and the two men who were worried about Yang Lin had to follow the ship carrying supplies to Shenyang Mansion.
When Xu Jing saw that these two were about to leave, he was overjoyed. How dare he let them go with the cargo ship, so he specially sent a banker to escort them.
When Yang Lin saw the two people, his eyes lit up, like a hungry weasel seeing roast chicken.
After a long period of lingering, I slept until about three o'clock in the morning. Just as I was about to get up, I heard Lu Qian's signature voice from outside: "Young Master, Yang Ziqian of Goryeo...he's here again."