It was natural to stay at a farmer's house in Hezhong. Zhao Xingde took out a silver coin with the help of the children. He gave it to Meng Bin from his arms, but the young man did not take it over, but looked at Xingde in a daze. Zhao Xingde couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He looked up at Meng Wang, worried about having committed any taboos.

Seeing this, Meng Wang smiled and said, "Please take it." The soldiers thought the young man had a tender face, so they all smiled and looked at him.

Clinker Meng Bin looked at Zhao Xingde, and for a long time, holding back a sentence: "Sir, I don't want to give you money. Can you teach me to observe the sky?"

Zhao Xingde was stunned. When he looked left and right, Wang Tongdeng cast apologetic eyes at him. It turned out that he was wandering in the farm for nothing, and happened to see the boy reading a star map. Meng Bin lived in the countryside all year round and had no scheming. As he chatted with Wang Tongdeng, he revealed his ambitions. He would travel all over the world to find mineral veins and create a first-class family business in the county. He had also read several books on this, but his mind was full of doubts. He had always suffered from the lack of a master who was proficient in observing the sky. Wang Tongdeng talked about Zhao Xingde's proficiency in observing the sky, which made the boy envious.

Meng Bin looked at Zhao Xingde, with great expectations and pleas in his eyes. Zhao Xingde's heart moved slightly. He remembered the hardships of studying everywhere, nodded and said in a mist: "Okay." Without waiting for Meng Bin to cheer, he said in a deep voice: "I will rush to go tomorrow, and I can only teach you a little. If it is possible, I will guide you to join another famous teacher."

The soldiers were about to leave tomorrow morning. Meng Bin nodded repeatedly and immediately carried a stack of books from the house. The printing and paper were far inferior to the carved books in Guandong. The handwriting and pictures were barely visible. Zhao Xingde looked down at him and turned the questions marked in the book page by page, and he couldn't help but feel a headache. The questions Meng Bin said about asking about the technique of observing the sky, but in fact the questions he asked included geometry, arithmetic, astronomy and other aspects. However, thinking about the difficulty of this young man studying in this desolate place, he felt relieved, cheered up and explained to him one by one.

The question and answer lasted for three hours. The soldiers began to watch with great interest. After a short time, they left one after another. The oil lamp was placed on the dining table in the cattle shed, and they kept lit until the third update, and the oil was almost dry. The young man couldn't stand the night. Seeing that Meng Bin's eyes were red, Zhao Xingde was reluctant to give up the opportunity to study that he had finally obtained. He couldn't help but feel pity. He picked up his pen to write down his address in Dunhuang, wrote Li Rui's address, and handed it to Meng Bin, and said in a deep voice: "The way to study is long and arduous, and the key is to persevere, not a day or night. This Mr. Li is the master of Tianji Academy of the Bachelor's Mansion. If he is destined to do so in the future, he can come to us."

Meng Bin took the famous post and couldn't believe that the Soldier Zhao actually guided him to teach the teacher who was born in the Tianji Academy of the Bachelor's Mansion. He raised his head, his eyes full of surprise and gratitude, but Zhao Xingde only smiled slightly. Looking at the boy's departure, Zhao Xingde secretly sighed: "It is a remote place in a deserted village, and the education of cultural relics can be achieved. The Chinese people can be so diligent and diligent. If the country does not prosper, there will be no law."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel excited and couldn't fall asleep. He simply stretched his waist, put on his clothes, walked out of the cattle shed, looking at the east sky, it was not dawn yet, but the star of Qi was already hanging in the sky, which was particularly eye-catching, and the night breeze was refreshing, which made people feel energetic.

The lights were still brightly lit in the back office of Nanjing in Youzhou City. The Yelu royal family had not bought much time for Nanjing. Yelu Yanxi had killed several commanders who delayed the dispatch of troops in succession, and the North Court Army was imminent.

In just a few months, the neighboring Youzhou had become a military camp. Khitan cavalry could be seen running slowly everywhere in the city, and the camp tents were continuous outside the city. Generals of all sizes were busy training teams of Khitan tribal cavalry that were transported into the camp. Yelu Dashi raised an army with the support of the Yelu royal family. The first major event was that he would not hesitate to set up a large number of military states and distribute Han households and Han people to tribe leaders in exchange. He received help from various tribes, and tried every means to place young generals loyal to him in the position of commanders at all levels to ensure that the tribe warriors who were firmly grasped and gathered together.

The warriors of various Khitan tribes were reorganized in Youzhou, and Yelu Dashi reappointed the commander of ten thousand men, commander of thousands, and centuries. These generals were the younger generation of the Khitan tribe. They were suppressed by the upper royal relatives and tribal leaders in the past. They had nowhere to be carried out. Yelu Dashi called to revitalize the Khitan and connected them. It was not a day to reorganize the tribe troops and horses into elite anti-fighting troops that fought against the Pishi Military Palace. It was not a day's work, and it also required countless miscellaneous tasks to deal with. These generals asked for instructions and reported step by step, and the entire army gradually became like a handful of armies. Therefore, officers who came and went to Nanjing every day to continue from morning to dusk.

"We are here to fight against the foolish monarch," Yelu Dashi pointed to the narrowest throat at the western end of the narrow western Liaoning Corridor. It is surrounded by mountains and seas, with hills and hills rising and falling. The situation is dangerous. It is the only way for the soldiers in the North Court to attack Youzhou. He told Guo Baoyi: "Use iron barrel cannons to block the road and attract foolish monarchs to attack. The iron bars and Han military camps must firmly defend the camp." Guo Baoyi accepted the order in a deep voice, but did not retreat, but his face was a little unhesitant. Several of his subordinates' distant relatives were also designated as slaves and wanted to plead for them.

"What, is there anything else to report?" Yelu Dashi raised his head, but suddenly found that Guo Baoyi's appearance was different from usual. It turned out that the Han people's hair bun was gone, but instead it was the Khitans' hairstyle. There was a lock of hair on each temple, and the hair elsewhere was shaved. "Oh," Yelu Dashi smiled slightly and praised, "This is our Khitans."

"I'll be ashamed." Guo Baoyi's face changed slightly. He was given to his parents. Although he was loyal to Yelu, he made his head look strange and made him quite determined.

Yelu Dashi saw his thoughts and did not care. He smiled and said slowly, "Mencius said that Shun was born in Zhufeng, moved to Fuxia, died in Mingtiao, a native of Dongyi, and King Wen was born in Qizhou, died in Ying, a native of Western barbarians. Confucius said that if the barbarians entered China, then the Chinese barbarians would be Chinese, and then the barbarians would be barbarians. The Shang Dynasty, Zhou Dynasty, and customs and etiquette were originally from Hu people, and they were different from the Central Plains. After moving into the Central Plains, the etiquette of the Hu people became China's orthodox, and later generations followed it.

The six kingdoms of Guandong also despise the Western Qin as barbarians. In the Qin Dynasty, there were still corrupt scholars who care about the dead bones in the tomb. They borrowed the past and the present, so the Qin emperor had all trapped them. After that, the Han Dynasty still inherited the Qin system. The corrupt scholars' clothes and hair that were obsessed with were just hair on their skin. China's upright not necessarily in the Southern Dynasties. After our dynasty moved into the Central Plains, a hair shaving order was issued. Anyone who surrendered to our great Khitan Kingdom must follow the rules of the Khitans and should not be nostalgic for the clothes and hair styles of the previous dynasty. This will clarify the origin."

Guo Baoyi was so proud of it, and heard Yelu Dashi sigh, "Those who are loyal to our Daliao are actually no different from the Khitans. In the future, they will be granted the surname Yelu or Xiao, and they will be given the surname Yelu or Xiao."

Guo Baoyi was frightened and couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this. He knelt down on the ground and said, "I will thank you lord," he said, "I will return to Yelu."

As a Han'er general who had been with the Khitan for hundreds of years, Guo Baoyi knew a lot about the struggle between the Yelu royal family of the Liao Kingdom and the Xiao clan. This time, Yelu Dashi's uprising was also related to the fact that the Liao emperor relied on the Xiao clan more and more on the Xiao clan, alienating and preventing the Yelu royal family.

"Okay." Yelu Dashi smiled slightly, raised his hand to let him get up and talk, "I already know your loyalty." He dispelled Guo Baoyi's doubts and said in a mist, "What else is there?" Guo Baoyi then said the plea for his distant relatives of his subordinates. Yelu Dashi lowered his head and pondered for a moment, wrote a note, handed it to Guo Baoyi, and all the Han households were placed under the name of Guo's subjugation military state. "My pride is generous and kind, and I am grateful!" Guo Baoyi left with gratitude. Yelu Dashi looked at his back with a faint smile on his lips.

As soon as Guo Baoyi left, Xiao brought his son Yelu Yilie and his daughter Pusuwan to good night to his father Dashi.

"Abu has a good sleep." The nine-year-old Pusuwan said in a young age. Yelu Dashi touched her head lovingly and asked Yelu Yilie, "Have you completed your studies today?" "Yes, Abu." The twelve-year-old Yelu Yilie said respectfully. Yelu Dashi asked him to complete his daily studies, except for riding, archery skills, and four gentlemen taught Khitan, Chinese, Persian, and Turkic. They started to study before dawn at the right time of the day, and stopped until the beginning of the Hai. The meal and rest time were also very short. For underage children, it was very hard to do.

The children withdrew, but Xiao still stayed in the room, wanting to speak but stopping. Yelu Dashi smiled slightly and said in a mist: "Madam, please say something if you have something to do."

Xiao hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard that most of the Han slaves who were supposed to be distributed to tribe warriors were occupied by the heads. Those tribe leaders who were assigned to the people often drove the slaves like cattle and horses. If this continues, the warriors and Han people in the Khitan will probably be dissatisfied."

The Khitan women were originally concerned about political affairs, and Yelu Dashi did not take it as a disgusting. He smiled and said, "That's exactly what it is." Seeing that Xiao was confused, he slowly said, "These old and corrupt leaders were ignorant. For slaves and wealth, they handed over the wars of the tribe to me. When fighting in front, they acted as a blessing in the rear and dug their own graves. Just wait for me to fight to the death with the foolish monarch, and they would give some guidance to clean up these decadent dead bones without any effort. All warriors who are loyal to me and bleeding and sweat will be rewarded with sufficient rewards. At that time, I will let the real pillars take over the leaders of the Khitan tribes, and they will be the hope of revitalizing the Khitan."

Yelu Dashi sat here and listened to the generals reporting military affairs in turn. After a while, he had not moved, so he stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, stood in front of the window with his hands in his arms, and his heart was surging. He could tolerate the fingers and strokes of the old royal family in Shangjing, sacrifice the interests of the Han people to buy the heads of the Khitan tribe, and ceded Yunzhou, the fundamental land of his ancestors to the barbarians on the grassland. However, this was all for the purpose of revitalizing the Khitan. If a general could achieve great achievements, whether it was the Khitan, the Xi tribe, the Jurchens or the Han people, he would only remember that he was a generous and kind sage king.

He exhaled deeply from his chest, took another breath of cold night air, and felt his whole body fluttering. Looking at the stars in the sky, he slowly said: "The heaven and earth are unkind, and they regard all things as straw dogs. The soil and rain make the grass grow, and the grass raises cattle and sheep, and the cattle and sheep feed the shepherds and wolves. After the shepherd dies, the soul returns to the heavenly heaven, and the flesh and blood turn into soil, nourish the grass again, and recirculates, and all things are endless. This is the way of heaven. The weak eats the strong and survives the fittest, and this is the way of heaven. Those who follow it prosper, and those who go against it perish, this is the way of heaven. Our Khitan tribes are descendants of the green cow and white horse, brave and warlike tribesmen, and rule the cowardly and despicable tribesmen. This is also the way of heaven. What I have done is to revive the Khitan, which has gradually been corrupted by the style of the Southern Dynasty, and follow the way of heaven."
Chapter completed!