In late November, a sudden blizzard swept across Gyeonggi and Jingdong, which marked that the entire Beizhili entered the midwinter season.
The entire official road from Tongzhou, Shunyi, and Pinggu to the east was submerged in the white snow. The thick snow that reached the ankles made all travel on the road extinct. Of course, this was just an ordinary trip, and there were tens of thousands of people who were struggling.
From Baodi, Xianghe River, Tongzhou, cross the frozen Baoqiu River, Gu River and Xi River, and arrive at Fengrun.
They will rest for a while in Fengrun before entering Zhenzi Town in Luanzhou, which is also known as the "No. 1 Town in Jingdong" and Yongping Prefecture in Jingdong. They will accept simple arrangements here and then proceed to Lulong.
This is only the southern migration route, while the other route is the northern route.
They gathered from Sanhe and Pinggu, then passed through Jizhou, followed the official road through Shimen Town to cross the Lihe River, which had also been frozen for a long time. From Zunhua, Santun camp went south along the Luanhe River to Qian'an, and then from Qian'an to
Funing.
The goose-feather heavy snow fell to the ground silently, and the whole world was shrouded in flying snowflakes. It was completely white and deserted, except for the slightly undulating mountains in the distance covered in silver, and the old black doors and windows exposed under the eaves of a nearby inn.
, a wine cup hanging alone in the snow, looking particularly lonely.
In fact, this is the busiest post road from Beijing to Yongping and to Liaodong.
"Lei Si, why don't you go up to the room and have a look? I always feel that the rafters are creaking, but don't let the snow collapse the roof." He wormed his way through the thick double straw curtains and cotton curtains.
When Lao Luan came out, the cold wind penetrated into the crook of his neck. He shivered with cold. He quickly put his hands into his arms and stomped his feet. "Hurry up. It's not a big deal if the roof collapses. Put the inside inside out."
We can’t afford to compensate the guests for being suppressed.”
“Shopkeeper, didn’t you just change the roof last year?” The young man named Lei Si followed him out with some dissatisfaction, holding up a ladder and looking up and down at the roof.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take a look. If you can't, use a broom to sweep it away for me. Who knows how deep the snow has accumulated overnight? It's not getting any smaller now. If this continues, no one can afford it." Luan Ping is not polite.
The ground kicked Lei Si.
Lei Si had no choice but to grit his teeth and curl up his neck to put the ladder up on the eaves. White mist spurted out from his mouth and nose. He climbed up the house gropingly. He took the long broom handed over by the shopkeeper and began to sweep the snow down.
There was a rapid sound of horse hooves in the distance. In this weather, there was not only snow on the road, but also thin ice. No equestrian would dare to be so reckless, and it was even less possible for a caravan to be so careless.
If you are worried about riding a horse, except for urgent reports, only the cavalry in the army can do it.
Luan Ping and Lei Si both turned their heads and looked east.
This is the only way to go from Fengrun to Zhenzi Town, and it is also the last stop on this official road in Shuntian Prefecture. Next to it is the inn, and this restaurant and hotel depend on the inn.
When characters enter the inn, ordinary traveling merchants can only choose this hotel.
The Mongols have completely retreated. To the north, the Santun camp and the Jizhen cavalry have officially moved in to recover. It is said that a group of Mongolian soldiers were defeated by Minzhuang and the remnants of the Jingying camp in Yongping, and hundreds of them were captured. This is something new.
The thing is, wasn't it said that those losers in the Beijing Camp were beaten to the ground by the Mongols? How could they regain their glory?
There are about five or six cavalry here. They are clean horses. They don't look like cavalry in the army, but they don't look like business travelers either. Business travelers don't have such good horses.
Luan Ping and Lei Si were a little unable to hold on.
It was almost impossible to sit inside. Due to the sudden increase in snow, the guests who stayed overnight did not have time to leave. There were also one or two groups of people who rushed out from Fengrun and found it difficult to hold on, so they all chose to leave.
I stopped here to rest my feet.
"Shopkeeper, prepare two tables for seven people. Quickly boil a few pots of hot wine and prepare a few dishes to go with the wine."
The person in front was very young, with a black face and falcon eyes. His eyes were cold and frightening, but he was also a little more presumptuous. There was a narrow-edged knife placed on the back of his waist, with a sharkskin sheath and heavy wear marks. It was obvious that he was being bribed.
It is a thing of human life, not the sword and sword used by ordinary scholars to decorate it.
“Sir, I’m afraid we won’t be able to get a table together...”
Before Luan Ping could finish his words, the other party suddenly said "hmm", and his eyes suddenly turned cold, making Luan Ping shrink subconsciously.
"Okay, Kunshan, why are you so angry? They are all struggling to make ends meet. In this snowy day, boss, let's get a table. Along the way, it seems that Bojiagou can still
He’s become a bit popular, so I’ll give it a try.”
The voice behind the black-faced young man seemed to be very young, and his words were not harsh, but there was an aura that could not be rejected.
Only then did Luan Ping clearly see the person behind the dark-faced young man. He was wearing an ordinary blue cotton robe with a black leather belt around his waist. It was neither an official's jade belt nor an ordinary businessman's cloth belt.
The leather belt is more similar to the leather belt used by some children of aristocratic families. It is both decorative and practical.
The sword eyebrows are like a crown jade, and they are tall, but they are a little more aggressive and oppressed than those of the children of all family families. There is a sense of sharpness and sharpness.
“Eh, eh, okay, if you don’t mind me, I will make some room for you and them to settle down. In this snowy day, be careful of falling when you walk...”
It is not that Luan Ping has never seen big shots. In his early years, Li Chengliang went to Liaodong twice to serve as the commander-in-chief of Liaodong. He also fought and rested here. Twenty years ago, the Chahar people also fought hard during their first southern invasion.
He had been here before, but he only hid in the mountains for two days before quietly coming out, and even hunted and killed a Chahar cavalryman.
He also worked as a horse thief for a period of time due to the necessity of making a living. Later, he found that the horse thief was not easy to work. Fortunately, he did not get involved deeply, so he quickly slipped out and returned to his hometown. He has been here for twenty years.
Just settled down.
Because he has had the experience of traveling all over the world, he has seen a lot of things in the world. From Yutian, Fengrun to Luanzhou, he can be considered a moderate figure in the Lulong area. He is the leader of Kaiping Zhongtunwei and Liangcheng in the south.
, he also has a few friends with whom he can talk, so he is not too afraid of official and underworld figures.
Not long ago, the Horqin cavalry went south to harass this area. He once picked up a bow and hunting knife and prepared to fight again. However, he already had a wife and children, and he no longer had the passion and courage of the past.
After much persuasion, he finally had no choice but to abandon his hunting knife, bow and arrows, and hide in the mountains in dejection. He did not return until the Mongols withdrew.
He was used to big scenes, but this time he felt inexplicably restricted when facing the young man in front of him.
This feeling just passed by briefly. He shook his head and pushed Lei Si into the house to get ready.
The people who came were naturally Feng Ziying and his party, and the black-faced young man was naturally Zuo Liangyu. During this rare free time, Zuo Liangyu insisted on following him out, but Feng Ziying was stubborn but the other party had no choice but to agree. Except for Zuo Liangyu,
Only Wu Yaoqing and a few guards were left.
Although the Mongols withdrew, during this period, whether it was the Mongolian stragglers who were dispersed and became horse thieves, or the deserters who escaped from the Beijing camp and were unwilling to return to the army, there were zero numbers in Shuntian Prefecture and Yongping Prefecture.
There were at least several hundred people scattered.
Some of them hid in the mountains in groups of three or five, and chose the time to come out to fish for a handful. Others gathered in groups of thirty or fifty, and even got together with the horse bandits that existed in the area, and became even more powerful.
At present, neither the Jizhen Army nor the newly formed army in Yongping have the energy to clean up this area, so incidents of robbing the caravans have occurred frequently during this period.
Feng Ziying and his entourage came across the border naturally for the refugees who set off eastward from Shuntian Mansion.
After getting these refugees divided into two routes and marching eastward, on the one hand, he arranged for merchants and local officials to make some preparations, and on the other hand, he also wanted to come and see the situation of these refugees in advance because the weather was getting colder.
It stands to reason that the officials of Shuntian Prefecture will be responsible for transporting these refugees to Santun Camp on the northern route, and to Zhenzi Town on the southern route for the official handover. However, Feng Ziying is not sure about these officials. This is neither profitable nor laborious.
Everyone hates thankless work.
This group of refugees has little fortune, but it is urgently needed for Yongping. Feng Ziying does not want anything to happen, and during this difficult journey, Feng Ziying is even more worried that the White Lotus Church will take the opportunity to cause trouble.
"Yao Qing, the snow is so heavy, these refugees must have suffered a lot." Feng Ziying exhaled a white breath and looked to the west.
"Sir, this weather is what it is. At any rate, Shuntian Prefecture has prepared some dry food for them. I think back then there was a flood in the Huaihe River and then there was a drought. Many people who were fleeing from famine starved to death on the road. And then
No matter how cold or tired you are, it’s better than starving to death, right?”
Wu Yaoqing thinks it's normal. These refugees can let the government control how many days they make porridge and cook cakes. It's like paradise. They are still not satisfied. Do they have to rest on a snowy day and can't walk? Do they really think they are guests?
"Besides, your Excellency also arranged for the county to prepare enough hot soup and wheat cakes in Santun Camp and Hazel Town. You can be said to be extremely kind to these refugees. No one can say anything wrong. If I were
These refugees should all want to build a shrine for you."
“Nonsense!” Feng Ziying laughed and cursed, who dared to build a living temple? He was so impatient that he thought his life would be long.
“Hey, I was just using an analogy.” Wu Yaoqing also felt that he had broken his promise, so he quickly explained: “Sir, come in.”
Just as he was talking, the clerk also came out and said, "Gentlemen, leave the horse to the younger one. You can go in and ask for it. The shopkeeper has arranged it for you."
“Well, the horse is well settled, don’t be hungry and cold, the money will be yours.” A man under Wu Yaoqing handed the horse’s reins to him, “Sir, wait a moment, I’ll get in and take a look.”
Feng Ziying laughed and said, "That's not true. This place is only twenty miles away from Fengrun. How can we still..."
“Sir, please don’t ignore it. There are so many defeated troops fleeing, and the situation here has never been peaceful. Be careful when sailing.” Wu Yaoqing shook his head and motioned for his men to go in and take a look first.
Lei Si vaguely heard the other party's words, and was surprised in his heart. Could it be that these are really some officials? Looking at these strong horses, they are all top-notch horses, even the post horses are not as good as them.
More confused.
What kind of official can he be at such a young age? Is he probably a seventh- or eighth-grade official, an inspector or chief clerk? Can an inspector or chief clerk afford such a good horse? He also needs to arrange for someone to go in and investigate first. I really think this is the case.
Is the hotel next to the inn a black hotel?
Seeing the guy staring at her suspiciously for a long time before leading the horse to the stable in the backyard, Feng Ziying ignored her until the four people who went in came out and two of them nodded, indicating that there was no big problem inside, and then Feng Ziying took the lead.
