Chapter seven hundred and twenty second piety
After the punch, Yang Lin took the towel handed by the soldier, wiped his face casually, and walked towards Cui Hongxu.
Cui Hongxu quickly stood up straight, clasped his fists and said, "Cui Hongxu, a small citizen from the foreign country, has met the young master."
Yang Lin smiled and said: "You are Cui Hongxu. I have heard your name all the time recently, so I called you over to get to know you and sit down."
Yang Lin pointed to the small table next to him and asked Lu Qian to sit next to it.
Cui Hongxu is tall and courageous, and he prides himself on being a person without stage fright. However, just drinking tea at this moment made his heart pounding.
Yang Lin poured a cup of tea, and Cui Hongxu quickly took it with both hands. Although it was very hot, he held back and did not speak.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you, what are you going to do?"
Cui Hongxu's mind was in a mess, and he thought that there was nothing he could hide from him here, so he might as well tell him everything.
"Yang Ziqian acted rebelliously, imprisoning the king, torturing the people, excluding dissidents, and only caring about his own enjoyment. Shao Zai, he told the truth. The common people wanted to restore a bright and clear sky for the people of Goryeo."
In the end, he still wanted to rebel. Yang Lin had long thought about it. He was not surprised or happy when he heard this. He just smiled and said: "Although Goryeo is a vassal of the Song Dynasty, personally, I completely respect the choice of the people of Goryeo."
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"But now Song and Goryeo are working together to deal with the Jurchens, their great enemy. You also know how cruel the Jurchens are. At this time, we can't create any complications."
When Cui Hongxu heard that there seemed to be room for change in these words, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
If the Song Dynasty did not intervene, he would at least have a chance of success. Otherwise, there would be no chance at all.
Yang Lin patted his shoulder very lightly, but Cui Hongxu felt as if his spine was about to break.
Yang Lin chuckled and said: "The people of Goryeo are like ants attached to a hot pot. I, Yang Lin, love the people like my own children. The rivers flowing and the sun and the moon shining are all living things. How can we not show any compassion to them? Throughout the ages, we have wanted to achieve great things.
You are quick in action but slow in speaking. I only hope that you can do more for the people and speak less to anger the current Goryeo court."
Cui Hongxu left the courtyard with high morale, feeling full of strength and feeling comfortable in all his limbs.
The old revolutionary Yang Lin not only expressed his approval of the Korean people's quest for liberation, but also enthusiastically taught him the essence of the rebellion, and his teachings were always in his ears.
After sending Cui Hongxu away, Yang Lin stood up and said with a smile: "Anyone who disrupts Goryeo must be this son, and the only one who can bring peace and tranquility to Goryeo is me."
Lu Qian picked up Big Thumb and praised, "Young Master is truly a benevolent and righteous person."
Yang Lin felt a little guilty. His face turned red and he felt something was wrong. It sounded sarcastic no matter how he sounded, and he cursed: "Get out!"
Lu Qian was wronged for a while, why did he get scolded for flattering...
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Songzhou is just a microcosm. In the vast land of Zhongjing Prefecture, people from Hebei and Shandong are reclaiming wasteland and building cities.
Reclaiming wasteland and building a city are two words that make you aware of the difficulty as soon as you hear them, but they are also a process full of energy and hope.
Ordinary people may work in their hometowns all their lives and farm land for the gentry.
But here, as long as you work hard and help build the city, you can easily own your own land.
This fertile land makes many people want to hold the soil and touch the earth.
Zhongjing Mansion, which once belonged to the Liao Dynasty, was occupied by the Jurchens and the Hans successively. One brought endless killing and slavery, while the Han brought hope and vitality.
There are cities one after another. The city walls have not yet been completely built, but the buildings inside are already lined up one after another.
A lot of land in the suburbs was also allocated. The court distributed farm tools, hoeed away weeds, and sold some seeds at low prices.
If you wish, you can also raise cows and war horses for the imperial court here.
In the mountains and forests, there are precious woods and medicinal materials, as well as various rare birds and animals.
Merchants from the south would collect them at relatively low prices and then transport them to the Central Plains to sell them.
The number of cars and horses coming and going is gradually increasing, the roads are being smoothed, and Zhongjing Mansion is prosperous this summer.
Zhang An was leading the people from the River Control Department to dredge the canals and build embankments when suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
The nearby Song troops quickly gathered together. This group of people looked very embarrassed and ragged, but they were all very energetic and full of energy.
Seeing the banner of the Song Army, these people were silent for a moment, then suddenly cheered and howled loudly.
It was joy that came from the depths of his heart, which puzzled the Song army who was waiting for them.
A general with a high nose and deep eye sockets came out and shouted in Chinese with a Qin accent: "Comrades on the other side, we are the Holy War Army!"
"Jihadi Army?" Zhang An asked suspiciously: "I know all the troops in Zhongjing Mansion, but I have never heard of any Jihadi Army."
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He patted his forehead and said, "Hiss... it can't be the Uighur troops that Shaozai recruited in the northwest to sweep across the grasslands, right?"
Just as he thought, these young Uighurs and Dangxiang people, led by the clan leaders of various ethnic groups, entered the Moxi Grassland from the Tianshan Mountains in batches.
They swept across the grassland, because the powerful Mongolian soldiers and horses were taken by Hebule to help the Jurchens in the battle.
The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled were killed by these "holy war" troops and fled here and there, surrendering one after another with their swords curled.
Because of the backward productivity, the Mongolian tribes had a good life as long as they could survive.
Therefore, they always like to rely on the strong and follow whoever is strong. Loyalty is too luxurious.
The Kerei people who were loyal to the Song Dynasty became the new overlords of the grassland. They had the powerful Song Dynasty as their backing. They themselves were one of the powerful tribes in the grassland, and they also had hundreds of thousands of Uighurs and Tibetan troops to help them fight.
In the battle of Jinhe Mountain, the main force of Hebul was almost wiped out. From then on, the grassland no longer had the power to prevent the conquest of the Jihad Army.
These people, from the far west, actually fought all the way to Zhongjing Mansion.
Seeing the banners of the Song army again, these young Uighurs were all happy and encouraged.
The jihad was successful? The jihad was successful!
The clothes on his body were worn out, but the "Holy" sign on his chest was well protected.
Everyone waved their knives and cheered loudly in celebration, their voices reaching into the sky.
This is a group of people from the Uighur Yeqi Tribe, headed by the clan leader Su Da. He rode up to the front of the Song army's formation, with tears vaguely rolling down his eyes.
"Where did we hit? Is this Bianliang?"
Zhang An felt his scalp go numb for a while. Shao Zai was so good at deceiving these aliens...
Zhang An, a backward man who had no faith in the leader, pretended to squeeze a few tears when facing the devout Uighur brothers and said: "Thank you for your hard work. This is Songzhou, which is still some distance away from Bianliang. Don't kill him."
Chapter completed!