Chapter seven hundred and forty fourth like a festival
The Baiyu River, which has long since thawed, is flowing rapidly.
During the autumn floods, blue waves fly and roll away.
The river was flowing slowly southward. On the pontoons on both sides of the river, Yang Lin looked at the rolling blue waves, which seemed to have wiped out all traces. The princes, generals, rivers and lakes, and the vast grass, all turned into nothingness in the passage of time.
In the desolate wilderness of the north, perhaps only this heaven and earth, only these mountains and rivers exist eternally.
Wanyan Aguda, a name that he knew well by heart, Yang Lin had never seen him once, but he had already personally sent him into this torrent and was washed away.
As the leader of a small tribe, he was a Jurchen hero, but to the Liao and Song people, he was an outright disaster.
The Jurchens are a complete disaster to this land, just like earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, and plagues.
Their rise brought about killing, slavery and barbaric regression.
When barbarism defeated civilization, and there were broken corpses everywhere, humans, a species that finally gave birth to intelligence, briefly returned to a society that relied on force to eat the weak.
Yang Lin expanded his chest, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said loudly: "Crossing the Liao River, we will go to Xianyang five thousand miles away. When we came, our parents knew that they were separated from each other, so they packed their clothes as if they were dying. There were also bones returned to Xianyang, and everyone in the camp went with them.
Title hometown.
On a day when there should be no return, I stood on horseback and looked at the Liao River.
This is the starting point for us to switch from defense to attack. There are many forts on both sides of the bank. From here, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty went straight to Huanglong, swept away the Tartars, and created peace for eternity. I only hope that the souls of my soldiers who died in battle will still know how to cross here when they return.
He returned to his hometown. Baiyu River was renamed Yingling River from then on."
Officials soon recorded it, then carved stones and made monuments, and changed the place names.
As if sensing that Yang Lin was a little sad, Zhi Huanxiang, who was on one side, held his arm and said softly: "If we defeat the Jurchens, we won't have to fight in the future. If we don't fight, no one will die."
Xu Yuenu sneered and said: "Without the Jurchens, there will be other Tatars. They are very bad, and they are unwilling to grow crops. They will come to rob them if they have nothing to eat."
"It's so shameless!" Zhe Huanxiang didn't have the knowledge to be a general's daughter, and all his talents were focused on his figure and appearance. People couldn't help but wonder why the Zhe family, who once had a general and an old lady from the Yang family, was like this.
Raise such a superb vase.
Yang Lin chuckled, how could it be possible without fighting, and it is even more impossible to survive without death.
However, he was not going to explain it to his beloved pet. If he could explain something clearly to a woman, unless the woman already understood it or was interested, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
With a flick of his cloak, Yang Lin led them onto the carriage and shouted: "Lu Qian, set off and return to Bianliang!"
Zhe Huanxiang cheered and took Yang Lin on her arm to get on the carriage. Her daughter had been taken by the maids and women and escorted to Bianliang by Xujiazhuang. She had not seen her for so many days, and she really missed her.
Lying in the carriage, Yang Lin, who was exhausted, already missed Bianliang very much.
After this battle, I probably won't have to work so hard again in a short period of time.
Putting his hands behind his head, Yang Lin crossed his legs in the car and said with a comfortable smile: "I don't need to do the next thing myself."
His original intention was that his subordinates should handle the Zen position clearly for him.
But Xu Yuenu and Zhe Huanxiang looked at each other, their faces turned red, they pushed down his crossed legs, and rode up one after the other.
Yang Lin quickly waved his hand and said: "What? What is this? I said, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that..."
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Bianliang City began sweeping the city gates early in the morning, and the trees in the suburbs were wrapped with red silk. Countless people took to the streets, preparing tables, chairs, benches, snacks and drinks, waiting to welcome the victorious soldiers.
As more and more battles were won, the people had to follow a complete set of rules to welcome the soldiers, just like a festival coming from time to time.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival more than a month ago, Yang Shaozai defeated the Jurchens in the ancient city of Daru outside Huanglong Mansion and destroyed the arrogant Jin Empire.
From then on, there were no more captives in the north. When the good news came, the people of Kaifeng, who had been suffering for a hundred years, celebrated the most solemn Mid-Autumn Festival.
The gorgeous fireworks illuminate Tokyo like daylight, and everyone's faces are beaming with joy.
For this big city with a population of one million people that has no shortage of food and drink, enough food and clothing, and is generally relatively wealthy, the sense of national identity and pride is very strong.
Even the scoundrels who hate dogs on the streets are beaming with joy and pride.
The urban style and quality of citizens in Tokyo and Bianliang during the Song Dynasty were rarely achieved by subsequent generations over the past thousand years.
What's even more remarkable now is that the heroic soldiers of the Northern Expedition are about to return, and among them are the children of the Kaifeng Prefecture who have performed brilliantly, and the new army of the Beijing Camp.
The opening of the Cuju League has re-raised local awareness in various places, especially in Kaifeng.
The provinces in the Song Dynasty already had a sense of belonging and identity with each other, which was also the result of having a full meal.
Wherever there is an outstanding person or thing, the local elders, village party members, and young ladies will often praise him greatly.
When people are no longer hungry, they have to pursue spiritual satisfaction. The Cuju League and the Polo League left by the Khitan brothers in Gaoyanei are the most popular sports markets.
While it has brought huge economic benefits, it has also spawned many professions and supported a large number of people.
Not only were the streets in Bianliang City deserted to participate in this grand occasion of entering the city, but even Zhaode Square had been cleaned and prepared early.
After Yang Lin left, it was almost another year. The owner of the house only had one male, Yang Tianyi, who was still breastfeeding.
A wealthy family with such a large business and few men to support the scene is really living in a bit of panic.
Now that Yang Lin is back, people's hearts have calmed down, and everyone is eagerly looking forward to his return.
Yang Lin stretched out half his head and asked, "Lu Qian, where are you?"
"We can reach Bianliang in less than half an hour."
Yang Lin let out a long sigh of relief. This journey was too difficult. Not counting the bumps in the carriage, there were also some unexpected losses.
How this tired body of a veteran could withstand such oppression made him want to return to Bianliang as soon as possible, recuperate and return to the state of massacre, and avoid the shame of this journey.
In addition, the bumps on the road were really uncomfortable and even caused some back pain, which made Yang Lin determined to start repairing the road as soon as possible.
How could an empire that was connected in all directions, with trade routes running from the southeast to the northwest, have such shabby transportation conditions?
This thing is not something that can only be achieved today but will benefit the future. Once the road is built, it will soon generate endless profits. Boats can be driven through rivers and lakes, and horses can be moved across mountains and hills. Then the prosperity of the entire Song Dynasty will be It can definitely be taken to the next level.
More importantly, in such a large territory, if transportation is not convenient, it will be difficult for the court to control the place.
He leaned against the window and while he was planning, the scenery along the way was receding.
Finally, Lu Qian said loudly: "Young Master, Bianliang has arrived!"