"Sir, what should I do with these escaped slaves?"

An officer Melbo asked. Xiao Tachi looked up and followed his gaze. A group of escaped slaves were squatting on the ground.

These fugitive slaves were intercepted by the Meerbo cavalry who searched for bandits, and there were about 1,000 people. Most of the fugitive slaves bought their heads, they were cold and hungry, and a few people occasionally looked up at these "masters". Some of these caught fugitive slaves were unable to run fast or had no experience in running away. More than 300 slaves even hid in nearby forests waiting for the Khitans to contain them. They had no intention of escaping at all, and they felt that the entire Hebei was occupied by the Khitans and could not escape, and they could at least have some food to stay in the Khitan farm. Long-term imprisonment and labor life have wiped out the dignity of many slaves, and some even felt that they were quite useful to the Khitan masters. Compared with the escape without knowing life and death, they had some expectations and dependence on their masters' "mercy".

Not far away, several Khitan nobles looked at Xiao Tachi with eager eyes.

To them, Song slaves were precious property. Cattle were different from cows, horses were different from horses. Those who drove north were "useful" and "heavy", some were good at farming, some were skilled, some were able to write and calculate, and some were very honest and obedient. This time, many people died and injured in the Khitans who went north, and the remaining slaves became ownerless things. The losses they suffered from being robbed by horse bandits were also expected to make up for the losses they had been robbed from these slaves...

"Everything was cut down." Xiao Tachi said coldly, just because of these horse thieves, they made a trip in vain.

"What?" Officer Melbo was stunned. The Khitan nobles had promised him privately.

"Master General of the Ministry," said Xiao Jin, the general of the North Court, in a low voice, "These two thousand heads are worth a lot of money!"

"Are you a businessman?" Xiao Tachi looked at Xiao Jin and sneered, "The Song people killed the Khitans. I avenge the Khitans. Do you want to stop them?" Xiao Jin's tone stopped, Xiao Tachi ignored him and said sternly, "Kill them all, no one left."

"Yes." Officer Melbo did not dare to delay and immediately went down to pass the order.

After a while, the Meerbo cavalry rushed over from all directions, as if they were slaughtering cattle and sheep, and brought the fugitive slaves squatting on the ground to the side to chop and kill. The slaves' eyes were filled with despair and numbness. No one struggled to resist, just like walking corpses. Except for the occasional screams before death, all this was terrible, and even the hissing sound of blood was so clear. Xiao Tachi ignored the complaints of these Khitan nobles, and asked the military bookkeepers to record all these killings as horse thieves and ask for merit from the North Court. There was no evidence of death, and he was not afraid of the North Court's investigation. Except for Yelu Tiege, no one in the North Court dared to question him. In Xiao Tachi's eyes, those Khitan masters who lived in vain were similar to fugitive slaves. Since they were cowards, they didn't need to pay attention.

Silently, more than two thousand lives disappeared in this world. The Khitanese masters looked at the bloody scene and were silent. Everyone dared to complain to Xiao Tachi. After killing all the fugitive slaves, the Melbo cavalry randomly threw the fugitive slaves into the forest, piled up the corpses of the Khitans who were originally killed by horse thieves and set them up on firewood. For them, they were just doing it casually. If it weren't for the request of the few surviving Khitan masters, they wouldn't even care about the Khitans' corpses.

The autumn wind was bitter, and in the fire of the sky, Xiao Tachi slowly returned to Hejian Mansion with more than a thousand Meerbo cavalry.

At Yuntun Port, Annan, the nearby sea surface where the Song Dynasty merchant fleet was anchored and moored seemed to be boiling. In all directions, countless fishing boats of all sizes were sailing towards the Song Dynasty fleet. These were all native ships of Annan, including sea boats carrying dozens of people, fishing boats that could only carry a few people, and even bamboo rafts and canoes. The Annan people in the distance were still rowing hard, but the nearby ones could no longer hold on to the bow of the ship, holding up the things in their hands towards the Song Dynasty merchant ship, shouting, the sea surface was noisy as if it was above the Bian River back then.

"Swap Exchange"

"Buy and sell? Do you want pearls?"

"A good-looking stone! Do you want to change it?"

"Exchange with me", "Buy mine", "Buy mine"

The merchant ship of Song State was full of shopkeepers and friends standing on the side of the ship. Looking down from the side of the ship, the scene was quite terrifying.

The blue sea surface was almost invisible under the merchant ship, only arms holding up all kinds of items, behind the goods were faces full of expectations, and various hawking sounds gathered into a huge wave of sounds and rushed into the sky. The Song Dynasty merchant fleet stayed in Yuntun Port for fifteen days, and Yang Fan was about to set off tomorrow. Many Annan merchants came with all kinds of goods and heard the news. The quota for trading on the shore was already full. The Annan merchants who had just arrived hired small boats to lean directly on the Song Dynasty merchant ship, seizing the last opportunity to recommend their goods to the Song Dynasty merchants.

"Do you want salted fish?"

"Do you want spices?"

"I have rice wine, can I change the cloth?"

There were also some nearby fishermen standing on the boat, regardless of the strong sunshine, and tried their best to raise their meat, eggs, fruits and vegetables in their hands, hoping to directly exchange some fabrics, porcelain and other daily necessities for the merchants of Song State. When the Song State merchant fleet arrived, the fishermen were afraid that the pirates would escape and disappeared. Zhao Xingde ordered the sailors entering the fishing village not to take anything privately. After the fishermen returned home, they found that it was not a strong person.

The thief is a legitimate businessman. Many people in the fishing village found a small amount of porcelain bowls, tea and other gifts left by the Song people at home. While grateful, they couldn't help but take out the hidden meat, grain and other things and rowed to the Nanhai navy. Zhao Xingde ordered that all of them be traded fairly according to the market price of the port. After a while, more and more fishermen provided various water supplies to the Nanhai navy, far exceeding the types and quantities provided by Yuntun Port.

"Good, doing business is really the same as robbing!"

Du Chujiao stood on the side of the merchant ship, while twitching his tongue while trying his best to open his eyes. The deck was filled with merchants from Song State and running friends. The shopkeeper leaned on the side of the ship. When he saw the goods he had seen, he pointed at the Annan people below to climb up along the rope ladder. Some goods were light and taken directly to the deck to inspect and bargain. If the goods were bulky, he would bring a sample first, and then use a rope net bag to lift the goods on the merchant ship.

Time waits for no one. The shopkeepers of various businesses are veterans. The transactions are going very fast. The guys on the deck carry their hands on their shoulders. The business is one after another, sweating profusely and the noise is no different from the markets in Yangzhou and Chang'an. Du Chujiao likes to visit the markets every time he goes to Tongdu Dayi, and compares the prices of things in various places. Although Zhao Xingde ordered that the indigenous people of the South China Sea not be bullied, the profits of these merchants in the Song Dynasty and the Annan people were still amazing.

"No wonder, no wonder you risk your life to open up the sea route." Du Chujiao swallowed and murmured.

"Let's just ask for something without losing money." Businessman Yang Yun replied happily. It was rare that Lord Zhao allowed them to do business with Annan merchants directly on the deck. The Lord Du who was sent to supervise was not only not at all arrogant, but was very scheming with the merchants.

"Mr. Du is Zhao Jieshuai's confidant. He is watching our business and giving face to the villain."

Although he knew it was a compliment, Du Chujiao was so happy that he stroked his beard and smiled, "Don't talk about those fake people, the people who talked about poetry and papers over there. Lao Du is a rough man and is not a mess. It's better to hang out with you and not spend money and feel comfortable." He said, while looking at the navy fleet anchored not far away, he seemed complacent. Those scholars from the Song State did not go ashore to find women, and did Yaji who wrote poems and said goodbye to Annan scholars, and invited Lord Zhao to host the meeting. Du Chujiao saw the opportunity and asked for an errand to supervise the transaction. Otherwise, sitting there would not be a boring thing.

"I saw the string singer in front of the hall and did not hear the crying of Hebei. Is this really what Yue Jieshuai did?"

"The imperial court issued a notice that was published by the court, and I just copied it from the Clippers today. It seems that Yue Jieshuai is really angry."

"I didn't expect that Yue Jieshuai was born in the army and could actually write poems and prose?"

"Although the prince Yue is loyal and upright, he is very unwise to punish the scholars and officials in this way. Shangshu Cao would not persuade him?"

"well"

"What are you afraid of if you are worthy of your heart? There are still clear discussions in the world, so how can you control a few academics and government officials?"

"Oh, it would be great if Lord Zhao was in Hebei, and the Northern Expedition would be accomplished."

The navy officers walked out of the Baihu Hall in groups of three or three. This time, the biggest gain was the copying of this poem written by Yue Fei. The Northern Expedition cost huge amounts, and it was inevitable to increase taxes. Some complaints in the Ezhou academic administration were spread to Daming Mansion, and Yue Fei wrote a poem to respond, "There are only those who see strings in front of the hall, but no one hears the crying of Hebei." The meaning is no longer obvious. Deng Su posted this poem in the residence and published it in the world. Those academic administration who were dissatisfied with the tax increase were pointed at the nose and scolded by a commander general.

If you want to scold him, you will be more than martial, and you will be more than laughed. The Song Dynasty's civil and military career has different paths, and even prefers rude and uncivilized generals. After Yue Fei's poem came out, some people in the court did not dare to fight with him on the ground, but secretly accused him of being deeply thoughtful and suspected of winning people's hearts. However, the students from the people and prefectures and counties did not have such suspicion. Instead, they were widely circulated and copied. It is said that Yue Dashen is a rare general in my Song Dynasty. In a short time, this poem was actually passed on to Annan.

After the gentry in Annan said goodbye, Wang Wuwei, Gao Su, Liu Zhijian and other officials Xia ** left to say goodbye.

"This General Yue is still here. If he can become a general and a prime minister in the future, he will be similar to our dynasty."

Wang Wuwei smiled casually. Zhao Xingde just smiled and nodded, and did not argue. Yue Fei was not only able to fight, but also good at raising food and paying for civil affairs. After the Yishuai of Bianliang, he could handle many other matters such as military farming in Henan, and not only did not abandon it, but it was carried forward more and more. However, Guandong was a special path of civil and military affairs. With literature and military control, no matter how outstanding a general was and had a great reputation, he could not be elected as prime minister by the academician and the students.

However, Zhao Xingde's thoughts were slightly moved, and Wang Wuwei's words seemed to have other words?

"The last general dared to ask the general, and can we know if our dynasty will send troops to unify the 300 Kanto states after the war in Dashi are over?"
Chapter completed!