The sergeant reporting the victory rode into the north gate, reined in his horse and shouted:

"Great victory, the Duke led the army to defeat Kunzhou!"

There were countless people walking on the street, and everyone stopped and looked at him.

It was quiet for a moment.

Then everyone raised their arms and shouted.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The atmosphere is explosive!

"Wan Sheng!"

Whether they are farmers, craftsmen, or businessmen, everyone is happy at this moment.

"The Duke has won again?"

An old man picked his ears, and his grandson beside him said, "Yes! Aweng. He said that the Duke of Guo led the army to conquer Kunzhou."

The old man trembled and said, "So, we have another state in Northern Xinjiang?"

"Yes! Aweng!"

The grandson was seventeen years old. He looked impatiently at the sergeants who reported the victory and rode over. He said with joy, "It's so majestic!"

He turned around and said seriously: "Aweng, I want to join the army!"

The old man scolded: "There is less food for you at home? There is less clothing for you? What kind of army do you join? Let others do the beating of life and death. Isn't it good for us to live a peaceful life at home?"

The grandson shook his head, "Everyone thinks so, so who will fight life and death for Northern Xinjiang? The Duke has already said that joining the army is to protect the family and the country, not to protect the family name."

The old man glared, "If others think so, let them go."

"But if our family thinks this way, other people's families will think the same way. Everyone is like this, so who wants to protect their home and country?"

The old man couldn't stand up to his grandson, so he kicked him. As a result, he stumbled, but luckily he was pulled by his grandson. After he stood firm, the old man cursed: "There are only two grandsons in the family, and they are precious!"

"Hey!" the grandson sighed, "Ah, what if the Beiliao people come in? They will kill people."

The old man looked at him and smiled bitterly, "Are you determined?"

The grandson nodded.

The old man said helplessly: "Why do you join the army?"

The grandson's eyes shone brightly, "I want to follow the Duke and protect the northern border together."

The old man cursed: "Who dares to attack Northern Xinjiang now?"

The grandson hesitated for a moment, "Then, I will follow the Duke to see the world!"

When the news of the victory arrived at the Jiedushi Mansion, Song Zhen smiled slightly and said to Liu Qing, "The world is about to be shaken!"

Liu Qing nodded and said happily: "By breaking Kunzhou, we have broken the siege of Bei Liao. From this, we can advance and attack in Northern Xinjiang, and retreat and defend. From this, we can be at ease. Bei Liao will be shocked, and Chang'an will be shocked! This

The world is starting to get interesting."

"On the other side of Northern Liao, it depends on the ambitions of He Lianchun and Lin Ya. If Kunzhou is lost, Northern Xinjiang will have a glimpse of Northern Liao. If you advance, you can attack step by step, and if you retreat, you can cultivate your health.

Even if Beiliao comes, they must first defeat Neizhou and Kunzhou before they can destroy the foundation of our northern border. Therefore, they will be afraid of... bandits. What they fear most is that their opponents are strong. Without the deterrence of force, they will

Compared with our Northern Territory, they are nothing!"

Song Zhen stroked his beard, "I wonder how this situation looks like those of the founding emperors?"

When Liu Qing thought about it, it was true, "Zitai started from Taiping and expanded his power bit by bit. Now he has a fundamental position. Further, he will suppress Beiliao. Then... his ambitions are Chang'an!"

"Chang'an!" Song Zhen was thinking about this place in his dreams.

"I don't like the luxury of Chang'an." Liu Qing shook his head, "Every time I go to Chang'an, I feel that there is a pool of muddy water. Everyone thinks about wealth and fame, but no one thinks about the Tang Dynasty.

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"It's just a matter of following the example!" Song Zhen said: "The emperor is like this, and the ministers and people in the world will naturally follow suit."

"When Zitai returns home in triumph, I will tell him the truth behind this." Liu Qing sighed: "Over in Chang'an, there are undercurrents of emperors and aristocratic families, but after this time, I am afraid that they will join forces..."

"Let's join forces!" Song Zhen didn't care.

Liu Qing sneered, "What about Ning Xing and Chang'an joining forces?"

"So what?" Song Zhenhao said angrily, "Old Liu, think about it carefully, among the accomplished founding emperors, which one did not go through all kinds of hardships before ascending to the supreme throne?"

"But Zitai is not changing the dynasty!"

"Do you think that if he continues like this, it will be different from changing dynasties?"

Liu Qing: "..."

…

The army made its triumphant return on a drizzly afternoon.

The sergeant at the top of the city was the first to discover the large group of people.

Then, the army appeared.

Yang Xuan was escorted into Taoxian County.

"The Duke is mighty!"

There are people all along the street.

Everyone raised their hands and waved at Yang Xuan.

Everyone knows what capturing Kunzhou means to Northern Xinjiang.

It means safety!

Northern Xinjiang has been dealing with its rival Bei Liao since the founding of the Tang Dynasty.

Fighting is an eternal topic. Every household has countless things to say when it comes to Bei Liao, some are happy, some are sad, and some are helpless...

In a word, in Bei Liao, people in Northern Xinjiang have to sleep with one eye open.

Now, it's no longer needed.

They can close that eye and sleep peacefully.

And all of this was brought about by the man on horseback.

"The Duke is mighty!"

Only by shouting at the top of your lungs can you express your excitement and gratitude.

Lin Qian was among the crowd.

Seeing Yang Xuan smiling and waving, he shook his head, "This man's prestige in Northern Xinjiang is at its peak!"

Arriving all the way outside the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion, Liu Qing and Song Zhen led officials to greet them.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord!"

Yang Xuan dismounted and helped the two of them up, "You two have worked hard too."

Then there was some pleasantries.

King Yong was behind, watching this scene, and sighed: "If the man from Chang'an sees this scene, he will immediately have murderous intentions."

Yang Xuan entered the Jiedu envoy's house, and Liu Qing and Liu Qing discussed some official matters after he left.

Seeing the tired look on Yang Xuan's face, Liu Qing said knowingly: "My lord, it's been a hard battle, so go back and rest first!"

"That's fine!"

Yang Xuan stood up and asked: "Have all the envoys to various places set off?"

Liu Qing nodded, "We've all set off, bringing my invitation from Northern Xinjiang."

Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Northern Xinjiang is never too crowded!"

…

Liu Shuiqing is a farmer in An County, Xingzhou.

There are four people in his family, his wife is Ma, and his two sons, the eldest is twelve years old, and the younger is just about seven years old.

My family used to have dozens of acres of land, and I could still fill my stomach by cultivating it hard.

But that year Liu Shuiqing fell ill and his family had no savings, so they had to borrow money.

He borrowed money at usurious rates!

After his condition improved, he was shocked to find that he could no longer repay the loan shark.

He felt that the interest rate was wrong, but when he, who was illiterate, took the deed and went to the county to find the person, he was told that every clause was correct, and he signed and pledged it on the back. He would definitely lose the lawsuit if it went to the state.

He was desperate and wanted to file a lawsuit, but the person behind the loan was a local powerful man. Hearing the news, he didn't bother him at all. More than ten powerful slaves came to the door, took the contract, and took over the land.
To be continued...