"Liaodong sent people again."

Chen Shou rubbed his forehead without raising his head and asked, "Come again?"

Huang Zhen sighed, spread his hands helplessly and said, "That's right."

Chen Shou felt a sense of depression in his chest, and Liaodong sent people to Beijing every few days to ask for money and food.

In fact, everyone knows that Liaodong’s taxes are not submitted to the national treasury at all, they keep them themselves.

It was good that the court did not ask them for it. They were embarrassed to ask for money. The local area of ​​Liaodong was very rich and had trade with overseas trade. Maybe it was richer than the Great Qi court.

We must not be abusive to their problem. Chen Shou closed his eyes and pondered how to expose this dog skin plaster.

If they are not satisfied with them, they may be able to join forces with the Mongolians and head south together.

The imperial court's control over Liaodong was far less than that of Xiliang, and it was simply a country that transformed itself into a foreign country.

Now, the person in Liaodong is the nominal power of Pinglu Jiedu, Wu Lin, but in fact, the local tyrants are jointly taking charge.

Their interests are the same. They are in the Liao and Qi. Today they go to Shiwei, Bohai and other places to catch a few slaves, and tomorrow they come to Daqi to make a fortune. I don’t know how comfortable life will be.

"How much do they want this time?"

"Two hundred thousand taels of silver and one hundred thousand stones of rice."

With a bang, Chen Shou buzzed the table, and the teacup on the table jumped and fell on the floor.

"The wolf's ambition will rebel in a long time. If I give them another grain of rice, it will be considered an enemy."

Huang Zhen was worried and asked, "Then how should we reply?"

"Just let Wu Lin come to Bianliang to explain to His Majesty what the purpose of food and silver is, and whose pockets are taxed."

Chen Shou's voice was a little cold, Huang Zhen shivered in broad daylight and asked, "Zhongyong Hou, if the Liao people turn against each other..."

"It's only a matter of time before they turn against each other. I just calculated silently. Their appetite is too big. It's not cost-effective to use this money and grain to delay their rebellion. If you just retreat and tolerate, wouldn't it be Liang Zhongqiu? Lao Huang, we don't need to be too cowardly. Bianliang is now worth a stop!"

This is a resounding statement, and Huang Zhen’s heart is surging. In the past, the power of Bianliang was the private soldiers of the imperial guards and Zhongyonghou, but now it is different. Behind Zhongyonghou is Xiliang.

The Liaodong Iron Cavalry is famous but not outstanding. If he really faces the Xiliang Horse, the victory or defeat is still ambiguous. Wu Lin may not have the courage to raise the flag and rebel before the heroes.

"Marquis Zhongyong has this confidence. What else can we care about? The official will reply to them now."

After Huang Zhen left the water pavilion, Chen Shou stood up and felt a little irritated.

When you walk to the railing and look out from the railing, you will see the tender branches and green leaves in the garden. The spring breeze will smell like soil.

"Spring is here..."

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In Yingzhou Prefecture, people were in panic.

I don’t know when it started, but an amazing news spread quickly. In a blink of an eye, every corner of this important border town was known clearly.

Teahouses, officials' rooms, streets and alleys are all rumored, talking, panic, calculating, and waiting.

The Great Khan of the Mongolian Republic was gathering the men from the seventy-two grassland tribes and preparing to go south to invade Daqi.

There were already rich people who packed their luggage and handed over their family business to their servants, and fled to the Central Plains.

In recent years, the Mongols have been killing each other and are slowly completing bloody unification. The Hebule Khan position has been quite stable after he killed almost all his opponents.

Coupled with the Khitan enthronement, these tribes on the Mongolian grassland finally had their own Khan King after years of annexation.

It is no secret that the Mongols' cruelty is on the border. They are different from the Khitans and are almost synonymous with killing.

In the past, the Khitans went south to hunt grass valley, and left after they had robbed them, killing at most a few people to plunder a few slaves.

However, once the Mongols went south, they would have to kill wherever they went, and then set fire before leaving.

In the past, the towns where Khitan and Daqi traded each other were relatively prosperous in the border areas. Both sides restrained themselves and almost did not have any friction in the towns where they traded each other.

But after the rise of the Mongols, these towns became the hardest hit areas for their robbery. Now they are full of ashes, deserted, and thousands of miles away.

Now all these places have been built by Li Xin. The heavy snow that lasted fortifications for a winter finally stopped. The sunlight poked out from the top of the steep mountains around, shining on the ice of the Cangtou River, reflecting a dazzling light.

The weather was still so cold that it was so cold that a few dozen riders were traveling around Datong along the Cangtou River Valley. The soldiers were all so cold that they shrank a little, and the people and horses were spitting out long white air.

Countless civilians were pushing some big rocks on the river surface through the ice. Over the fortress in the distance, the sound of big flags dancing in the cold wind came, and the word "Qi" was written on the mountain.

Yingzhou Prefecture encompasses Datong, and this vast land is full of war. The people are handsome and skillful in bowing and horses. Every time the people are violated, although organized resistance is difficult to achieve, it is just a matter of not allowing the Tartars to easily fight back.

As unorganized people, this is the only way they can do. No one will want to fight for this life without being absolutely necessary. Whether it is the Khitan Tartars or the Mongolian Tartars, if they are riding on their heads, many people will be unwilling to be killed.

But what about the government? What about the officers and soldiers? Every time the Tartars invade the border, there are no officers and soldiers. Even after the Tartars leave, the officers and soldiers who flock to them will plunder the land again.

They are also Han people. They know the people more than the Tartars. They can often drive out the people who have hidden themselves and escaped the Tartars, rob property, rape 1 erotic women, and kill good people.

This time it was said that a major general from Xiliang came. He was not defeated when fighting against the Qiang people. Many people in Yingzhou were waiting to see how he was, would he be as powerful as the legendary one, or would he be another "Great Qi general".

A sound of horse hooves came, and a crisp sound was made on the frozen road. The people on the wall were curiously protruding their heads, trying to figure out what was going on.

I saw a group of cavalrymen coming in the distance.

He climbed up to the high and looked into the distance, pointed and followed his gesture, the personal soldiers beside him waved the order flags. Behind them, a large group of people entered the fortress in an orderly manner according to the order flags.

Is Li Xin really going to fight with the Mongolians?

All the people hugged each other and cheered.

If someone organizes and mobilizes them from them and commands them in a unified manner, what are the things that the Tartars have to be afraid of?
Chapter completed!