retaliate

Chapter 815

Sun Xian paled, "These people... are stupid!"

"Insanely stupid." Lin Qian said through gritted teeth, "Why did you give your money to those villagers?"

The two yelled and cursed in a low voice, but they both knew in their hearts what they were afraid of.

"Look at those people..." Lin Qian pointed ahead, "Poor, what can a penny do?"

Sun Xian's face was livid.

"Look, there's...there's someone donating shoes, I'm so ridiculous." Lin Qian laughed.

Crowds of people rushed over, one article, two articles...

Gradually, copper coins piled up like a mountain.

Lin Qian's laughter changed, it sounded like a dying old man's breathing.

"To shut up!"

Sun Xian finally couldn't help it anymore, "Idiot, even if each person is given a penny, after giving this penny, the thought will arise in my heart that I have also contributed to this snow disaster, and I have helped those victims.

This is a drop of water, but when countless drops of water come together, what will happen? "

"Dajiang Dahe." Lin Qian said in a low voice, "This old man knows this truth, but...but this old man just can't figure out why Yang Gou could turn back the situation. He...he actually turned a bad thing into a good one. Why?"

Sun Xian said in a low voice: "Don't understand yet? What did he say in Jiedushi's mansion?

Your salary, your salary, the people's fat and people's ointment.

The suffering of the common people is the suffering of our food, clothing and parents.

Even if you don't have sympathy in your heart, and your parents suffer, you have to do it!
If you don't make a move, who will support you?

He elevates the common people, understand?This idiot, he lifts those fools as high as himself! "

"People are nothing more than cattle and horses, he... is he crazy?"

"I don't know whether he is crazy or not. I only know that after this catastrophe, the whole northern border will be different."

"What do you mean?"

"Deputy Envoy Yang is here."

Cheers came from the city gate.

"He's back." Sun Xian looked on tiptoe.

"Didn't he get killed?"

"Someone is coming, be heard, be careful to kill you!"

There was a commotion at the city gate.

Yang Xuan rode his horse into the city slowly.

It's been a while since I saw him, he looked thinner, the skin on his face was rougher, and he looked red.The hands were also slightly red and swollen.

What a mess!

Clothes are mostly dirty.

Lin Qian was disappointed, "This doesn't look like a Jiedu deputy envoy, I think it looks more like a refugee beggar."

The crowd ahead blocked the way.

Pairs of scorching eyes were looking at Yang Xuan.

The snowstorm is coming.

People panic.

The old people were talking about the heavy casualties of the last snow disaster, and how many people woke up overnight to find that so and so in the family could never wake up again.

Miserable!

Everyone is scared.

At this moment, the resolute voice of the Northern Border Lord came from the Jiedushi's mansion.

Man will conquer the sky!

Then, news continued to come.

The deputy envoy took people to various places in Xuanzhou.

The deputy envoy took people to chop firewood.

The deputy envoy led people to carry the grain.

The deputy envoy took the doctors to visit villages and villages.

Wherever he went, the people rejoiced.

Everywhere he went, he blamed himself deeply, mourned for the dead, and sympathized with the sufferings of the living.

Every time his news comes back, the people will feel at ease.

This heart!

more and more stable.

Natural disasters seem to be unable to stop their confidence.

Now, he is back.

He was tired and dirty all over.

Back to Peach County.

"The Deputy Envoy...has suffered."

said a woman.

"The Deputy Envoy has suffered."

At first it was just a few people talking.

Gradually, no one knew who started it, and the greeting turned into a shout.

Amidst the shouts like a tsunami, Sun Xian and Sun Xian felt that they were in the middle of the waves, and they couldn't stand still.

Yang Xuan looked at these people and raised his hand.

The voice gradually died down.

"The snowstorm was large and extensive.

I traveled all over northern Xinjiang and saw various disasters.

Natural disasters are ruthless, but people are sympathetic.

The soldiers of our Northern Xinjiang Army went deep into various places in northern Xinjiang. They brought the firewood that the victims urgently needed, and they brought the food that the victims urgently needed.They rebuild their homes for the people in the ruins.

Some people were dissatisfied at first, but gradually, they understood, what did they understand? "

Yang Xuan's voice echoed over Tao County.

"The people support the soldiers, and the soldiers protect the people. Without the people, there would be no Beijiang Army. Without the Beijiang Army, there would be no people. The two have never been alienated.

This disaster tells us that when the army and the people join hands, when the whole northern Xinjiang joins hands..."

Yang Xuan raised his hand, "So, in this world, what else can stop us?

If natural disasters fail, foreign enemies will fail.

We will surely win one victory after another.

Long live Beijiang! "

"Long live Northern Xinjiang!"

"Long live Northern Xinjiang!"

Raise one hand high.

At this moment, there is no distinction of identity, only one name: Beijiang people.

Yang Xuan walked slowly among the crowd.

Those eyes are full of gratitude, trust, reverence...

It was like water, nourishing his fish.

At this moment, Yang Xuanming realized.

"People's hearts have never been a simple matter of righteousness.

Instead, you stand with them!Share joys and sorrows! "

He raised his hand and shook it.

In exchange for more intense/frenetic cheering.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

Sun Xian's complexion changed drastically, "Is this plotting against you?"

farther.

"The people are shouting long live on the mountain."

Behind Liu Qing, an old official rubbed his eyes, "It's a bit taboo."

Another person said: "It was spontaneously done by the common people. Besides, I didn't mention the name of the person."

"It was passed to Chang'an..."

"Is Chang'an in control now?"

Liu Qing silently listened to the cheers spreading to this side.

When he saw Yang Xuan, there was a look of relief in his eyes.

"Let the cheers be louder!"

……

In the early spring, there is no green on the land of northern Xinjiang, and it is still a bit cold.

A carriage drove slowly on the official road, and more than a dozen cavalry were lazily behind.

Inside the carriage, Song Zhen, former minister of the Ministry of War, was reading a book.

Outside the car, the old servant Lin Da said, "Ah Lang, the roads in northern Xinjiang are different from other places. They are so wide and smooth."

Song Zhen looked at his hands.

Before entering northern Xinjiang, the carriage was bumpy, and his hands were shaking, and he couldn't concentrate on reading.

After entering northern Xinjiang, the carriage suddenly became stable.

The body is less bumpy and the hands are more stable.

It feels very comfortable.

He lifted the curtain of the car and glanced at the official road.

It is very smooth and wider than the previous official road.

"How much manpower and material resources will it cost?" Lin Da muttered, "Didn't you say that Northern Xinjiang is poor? Why is it so rich?"

"parking."

Song Zhen stopped the carriage, got out of the carriage and stepped on it a few times, and walked for a while.

"The old man heard that northern Xinjiang used captives to build roads. In a few years, the entire official road in northern Xinjiang was repaired."

"Can it be repaired elsewhere?" Lin Da asked.

Song Zhen said, "Elsewhere? There must be prisoners first."

He got into the carriage and drove on.

On the second day, they encountered a large army building the road.

More than a thousand people have stretched a long way on the official road.

A horse refused to block the front, except for people on foot, carts were not allowed to move forward.

Several sergeants intercepted the cart before rejecting the horse.

More than ten carts stopped along the official road.

"Ah Lang, stop it." There was some gloating in Lin Da's voice.

"What are you happy about?"

Song Zhen asked.

"It's finally blocked."

Lin Da was overwhelmed by the official road in northern Xinjiang, and he was inevitably unconvinced.Seeing that the official road was blocked at this moment, somehow he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Zhen came down and took a deep breath.

There is vitality in the bitter air, as if the whole world is recovering.

Lin Da said: "Ah Lang, didn't you hear that Beijiang and Beiliao are fighting again in Nangui City on the way, and that Deputy Yang is not giving an inch, I'm afraid it's hard to persuade you!"

Song Zhen held the scroll in his hand, and said calmly: "Your Majesty asked me to come, but I just want me to rely on my old man to sell my old man, and persuade Yang Xuan to bow his head to Chang'an."

Lin Da said: "Ah Lang, this Yang Shijun is tough, I'm afraid it will be difficult to persuade."

"It's not that it's hard to persuade, but it's impossible to persuade." Song Zhen shook his head.

Lin Damu looked worried, "Then what does your majesty mean?"

It's impossible for the emperor to know that this matter can't be done, and let Song Zhen make a trip for nothing, right?

Song Zhen said: "What Your Majesty wants is that he refuses to bow his head. Immediately, Chang'an will create public opinion.

Look!When Song Zhen was in the Ministry of War, how did he appreciate and support Yang Xuan.But once Song Zhen became an official, Yang Xuan turned his face and refused to recognize anyone..."

Lin Da was shocked, "This is using A Lang as a target!"

"Talk about the fruitless persuasion of the old man, and the appearance of a domineering official will come to life."

Song Zhen sighed: "The old man often said that if His Majesty's means were used to govern the country, how could this Tang Dynasty look like this? It's a pity."

Lin Da muttered: "He just cares about playing with his daughter-in-law and widow!"

These words refer to the noble concubine and Mrs. Guo Guo.

"shut up."

Song Zhen stopped the old servant, and there was more sadness in his eyes.

"I'm not old, and I'm unwilling to become an official, but I don't want to, but the position of the old man is far from that of His Majesty."

"Can't Ah Lang change his position?"

"It can be changed, but it's not the old man anymore."

"Maybe a senior official..."

"Buying dogs for the sake of fame and fortune, old man, I don't bother to do it."

"Then why are we here this time?" Lin Da felt that the trip was in vain.

"Let's take a look, the old man also wants to see what the northern border has become."

At this time, the front is open.

The horse refused to move away, and several soldiers saluted Song Zhen.

"Meet Song Gong!"

Song Zhen smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."

After this period, Lin Da curiously asked: "A Lang, how did they know that A Lang is here?"

"The old man's identity was checked at the first checkpoint in northern Xinjiang, and he will report all the way up. At this moment, Yang Xuan should have known the news of the old man's arrival."

The carriage moved forward slowly.

In front of the official road, traces of repairs can be seen, and there are mounds on both sides.

On the left, traces of water scoured the land can still be seen.

It turned out that it was the flood that broke the official way.

This repair speed...

Song Zhen lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the prisoners who were building the road.

"parking."

The carriage stopped.

Song Zhen waved at a prisoner.

The captives dare not come forward.

The guarded sergeant came over, "Mr. Song, this is..."

Song Zhen said: "The old man would like to ask a few words, may I?"

The sergeant went to ask the superior officer for instructions, and came back and said, "There is a word from Tao County that Song Gong can do as he pleases in northern Xinjiang."

Zitai... Song Zhen seemed to see the boy from before again.

Brilliant.

Take the captives.

"Who is it?"

"Daliao."

"When were you captured?"

"The Battle of South Return City."

"Building roads here, can you hate Beijiang?"

"Don't dare."

"Why?"

"If you don't work, you will be suffocated to death if you are locked up all day. Although you are tired when you come out to work, you can eat better and feel happy."

The prisoner hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the sergeant, who nodded, and the prisoner said: "We can still follow along to fight. If we make meritorious service, we can get a lot of things in exchange. If we make more contributions, we can even become civilians."

It turned out to be so... Song Zhen laughed and said, "Oh! Would you like it then?"

The prisoner nodded vigorously, "Naturally."

Zitai!
Song Zhen finally asked, "What do you think of Deputy Envoy Yang?"

He wanted to understand the current Yang Xuan from various angles.

The prisoner said without hesitation: "The villain is willing to go through fire and water for the deputy envoy."

The carriage moved on.

When it came to the next checkpoint, Song Zhen asked a sergeant.

"What do you think of the future of Northern Xinjiang?"

He was ready to listen to some clichés, but the sergeant showed reverence in his eyes.

"With the deputy envoy here, my northern border will definitely flourish."

This is... Song Zhen wanted to observe carefully, but the generals beside him had bright eyes, as if they wanted to chase him away if you asked any more questions.

Taoxian may say that he is allowed to travel freely, but the officials and generals below will not.

This is the first level of a family: Taoxian said that Song Zhen can be allowed to move around freely, the next level will say: let him move freely in Xuanzhou, and when it comes to the checkpoint, it becomes: let him move freely on the official road.

This is the role of power, Song Zhenmenqing.

All the way.

When approaching Tao County, there was a village by the roadside.

"Find something to eat."

Song Zhen pointed to the village.

The carriage turned slowly.

A troop of cavalry followed far behind.

Song Zhen smiled wryly, "It's not allowed to go."

Da da da!
A group of cavalry came from the direction of Tao County, and the leading man shouted, "Who is Song Gong?"

Song Zhen got out of the car, "This is the old man."

The man cupped his hands, "Lang Jun said that the officials below are afraid that they will hinder Song Gong from traveling, let me tell you, Song Gong just go, if anyone obstructs, just ask his name, and turn back, Lang Jun will deal with him."

Song Zhen rejoiced in his heart, "Okay."

The cavalry from behind came up, and the leader bowed his hands, "I have seen my second brother."

The man said dissatisfiedly, "I have nothing to do? Why don't you follow me to the grassland to harvest heads!"

Song Zhen was now free, and went to the village immediately.

He found a young man for questioning.

"How was the snow damage last year?"

"The house is falling apart."

"That's miserable."

"Later, the northern border army and officials from the county came, brought firewood, and helped my family rebuild the house..."

Song Zhen walked around the village, looking at the rebuilt houses, feeling inexplicably heavy in his heart.

When he said goodbye, Muramasa and some old people sent him out.

Song Zhen changed horses and couldn't help asking before getting on the horse.

"How do you expect Deputy Envoy Yang to be in charge of Northern Xinjiang?"

"My luck in Northern Xinjiang!"

Song Zhen looked at them.

I didn't see any hypocrisy.

He nodded, got on his horse and left.

All the way to the official road.

When he saw Taoxian County, Lin Da couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, Deputy Envoy Yang has such a high prestige in Northern Xinjiang. If His Majesty finds out about it, I'm afraid he will be panicked!"

Song Zhen looked at Taoxian County, a group of people came out of the city gate and came towards him.

The leader is the long-lost young man.

He thought of the poem that the young man sent him back home to write.

"Song Gong, Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king."

Song Zhen said, "The old man is thinking, what caused all this..."

Yang Xuanze came over.

Smiling and clapping hands.

"Song Gong, long time no see."

Song Zhen looked at this young man who was still young, and thought of his youthful appearance back then.

The boy back then has become the Lord of Northern Border.

He said, "Zitai, do you know that His Majesty is afraid of you to the bone?"

He thought Yang Xuan would explain.

But Yang Xuan said: "Is he afraid of me? That's really great."

(End of this chapter)