Although the three surrendered cities were named "submission", they were not built to accept the surrender of Turkic nobles. Instead, they formed a defense system inside and outside Hetao in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, along with surrounding military towns and prefectures.

In other words, it is a military stationed stronghold, plus military farm development, with each distance of 400 miles, which means that the east and west cities are 800 miles apart.

Zhongshoujiang City is only more than one hundred miles away from Fengzhou, and across the Yellow River is the Dingnan Army.

Since Yelu Abaoji conquered Fengzhou, he moved a large population to Zhongshoujiang City, and then moved his capital to Fengzhou.

However, if we talk about water and soil, Zhongsujiangcheng is obviously better than Fengzhou, so naturally, it gathers a large population.

Dangxiang people, Khitans, Turks, and Han people lived in a mixed manner, making them quite prosperous.

Li San carried a heavy basket full of cow dung. As a slave, he was responsible for grazing his master, a Khitan grassland. He was only twelve years old and had already begun to support the entire family.

His father was herding sheep for his master's house. From before dawn to dark, the father and son could not go home and eat the simple corn rice made by his mother.

The Khitans were not used to eating corn, but they were quite enthusiastic about Hu cakes. Naturally, they could not eat them and could only eat some corn that was rarely shed.

The wind and sun on the grassland made his skin particularly dark and his thin body bear dozens of kilograms of pressure. Li San walked with difficulty, hoping to go home to eat the meals made by his mother.

"Hey, little guy-"

Suddenly, a sound of horse hooves came from his ears, and he immediately lay on the ground in horror, trying to cover himself with his backpack.

His experience since childhood told him that if he didn't lie down at this time, he would have to be whipped.

But suddenly, a dull Chinese dialect came from my ears, yes, it was Chinese dialect.

He raised his head tremblingly and saw a group of tall cavalry wearing black and red robes. One of them was lowering his head and asking affectionately.

Li San could see clearly that this was not the Khitan clothes, nor the appearance of the Turks, nor the words of the Dangxiang people. He slowly and carefully said: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Then, a burst of laughter came from his ears, and the man laughed and said, "You are not a Khitan, why should I kill you?"

"Tell me, little guy, how far is this place from the Central City of Surrender?"

"Go ahead and you'll arrive in half an hour!"

Li San said carefully: "But, you should arrive soon, go south!"

"You are Tangren!"

"Tangren? That's what my father said."

"This is a reward for you!" Yang Ye took out a few copper coins from his arms and said earnestly: "Soon, you won't suffer so much."

Li San curiously accepted these copper coins. He understood that these small things could be exchanged for a lot of things.

Although he didn't know the words above, he knew that this was something that merchants particularly liked, so he quickly put it away.

Carrying a heavy burden, he carefully put the cow dung down. He saw dull screams and unscrupulous insults in a dilapidated tent. After a while, a Khitan man with hair tied up his belt and walked out with a smile.

"You bastard, why did you come back so late today?"

The Khitans cursed and then walked away with big strides, as if they were in a good mood.

Immediately, a middle-aged woman walked out, her skin was dark and chapped, and her clothes were not tidy. Her eyes were numb. When she saw her son coming back, she smiled: "San'er is back, you're hungry, I'll cook for you later!"

"Well!" Li San has become accustomed to this kind of scene, and it seems that there is a time every month. Although it is shameful, as a slave, he can only choose to endure it, otherwise the whole family will be in trouble.

Half an hour later, the tired father returned home, and with two young brothers, the family gathered.

After his stomach was half full, Li San took out a few copper coins from his arms and said to his parents: "This is a reward from a rider today."

"Tang Qian?"

There was a hint of spirit on his father's numb face and a hint of smile. He couldn't wait to pick up the copper coins, put them carefully in the palm of his hand, and looked at them again and again, as if they were some precious jewelry.

"Let's go--" The father pulled Li San and said resolutely: "Let Mr. Zhang see, you have to say everything."

Mr. Zhang is the oldest, most prestigious and literate among them, Tang slaves. Everyone respects him.

"Hurry, tell me, what do you think of the group of people you met?"

Mr. Zhang was wearing a shabby but not dirty Tang style, with long hair tied up by a wooden hairpin. He was full of energy and his eyes were bright.

At this moment, he couldn't wait to look, pulled Li San's hand and asked loudly.

Li San was a little scared and quickly said it.

"Rong robe, Tang dynasty, and copper coins, yes, yes-"

Mr. Zhang laughed, laughing, and cried again, constantly patting his thighs, gradually silently, muttering in a low voice: "The Tang Dynasty is back, and it is back..."

"Remember, don't reveal it. This will not do you well. As long as you remember, we will be able to live a good life in no time. No one dares to bully us."

Mr. Zhang's words made everyone present imagine.

"Then, can you fill your stomach?" Li San asked impatiently.

"Yes!" Old Zhang said with a smile.

"The Khitans who bully us must make them look good. I want to take revenge!" Li San clenched his fists and was very determined to avenge the family.

The next day, a sensational news suddenly came. Suspension City was suddenly captured by a cavalry of unknown origin. He said that he was a Tang army and was here to rescue the oppressed people.

The Khitan nobles and tribes outside the city were hostile to form an army to take back the city.

In this regard, Li San and other slaves were extremely concerned and frightened.

In response, Mr. Zhang comforted: "The Tang Dynasty has always been invincible, and the Khitans cannot beat it, so don't worry."

Sure enough, two days later, the counterattack army failed, and the fleeing Khitan nobles still refused to give in and were ready to run away with their slaves.

At this time, Old Zhang stood up, grabbed the Khitans, raised his arms and shouted: "Since the last Tiande Army governor Song Yao surrendered and rebelled again (920), and then migrated, it has been fifty years since my teeth were loose and my hair was white. I finally waited for the King of Tang Dynasty——"

"Everyone raises up their forks and sticks, and kills the Khitan dogs--"

"Hahaha, slap slaves, you dare to rebel. I must kill you. When the army returns, I will kill you. Let the wild wolf eat your flesh and drink your brain."

But everyone has been slaves for many years, and their fears penetrated deep into the bone marrow. When they heard this, they were all afraid for a while and it was difficult to move forward.

"Hahaha, let me go, a group of sluts, I may spare your lives, and give you some food, let me go-away-"

The Khitans shouted rampantly, not caring about the hundreds of slaves, and mocking them all.

As a result, everyone was afraid to move forward, and some even wanted to let him go and save everyone's lives.

"kill--"
Chapter completed!