big song poppi

Chapter 219 0216 [Zhao Ting surrenders to a thief? 】

Peng Quan is physically strong and knows some hunting skills, so he is not bad at all in terms of courage.With just a little practice, he would become a strong soldier. If Liu Qi saw him, he would definitely clamor to be dragged into the cavalry camp.

As for the so-called first-level decapitation, it is just an act of restraint.

This person often doesn't cherish things that are too easy to obtain.

Even if Peng Quan had nothing to gain tomorrow, Han Zhen would still be extra merciful and take him under his wing.

Since he decided to rebel, he has become more and more skilled at controlling people's hearts.

Maybe your identity has changed, and your perspective on problems and things will naturally change.

"Master, Master!"

At this moment, Li Da's voice came from outside the lobby.

Han Zhen ordered: "Let him come in."

The next moment, Li Dazhi walked into the lobby with a wooden bucket and a smile on his face.

Glancing at the barrel, Han Zhen asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"

Li Da said in a flattering tone: "My husband, my grandson went to play at the beach today and picked up a few gerbils. They are very fat. I thought of letting my husband have a try."

As if he was worried that Han Zhen wouldn't recognize it, he added: "My lord, please don't look at the filthy odor of this pickled gerbil. It is actually very delicious and is said to have tonic effects. Previously, the officials at the Salt Supervisory Station loved to eat this food. On weekdays, if we find it, we sell it to officials in exchange for some rice."

Gerbil?

Han Zhen raised his eyebrows, stood up and walked forward, peeking into the barrel.

I saw seawater in the barrel, and four plump sea cucumbers lying at the bottom of the barrel!
Gudong!

Han Zhen swallowed subconsciously.

After all, it was ancient times, and such plump wild sea cucumbers would probably be rare in future generations.

In just a moment, he had already thought of several ways in his mind.

"You have a heart!"

Han Zhen smiled with satisfaction and ordered: "You are so poor, I can't take your things for free. Go to the granary to get a bucket of rice."

"Thank you sir for the reward."

Li Da suddenly beamed.

Four sea cucumbers were exchanged for a bucket of rice, and both parties felt that they had made a lot of money.

After Li Da left, the monkey couldn't help but come forward. When he saw four slimy, soft and squirming sea cucumbers in the barrel, he couldn't help but frowned: "Brother Han, this... this is edible. What?"

The ancients' acceptance of seafood was very low. The vast majority of people were very few willing to eat even crabs in rice fields and river ponds.

Shen Kuo recorded this anecdote in "Mengxi Bi Tan": People in Guanzhong don't know crabs.Someone received a dried crab. He was ill with malaria, so he borrowed it and hung it on the door.

At this time, crabs were often used by the people to scare ghosts and gods because of their strange and sinister appearance.

Anyone whose home suffered a disaster or suffered from a strange disease would hang a dried crab on the door.

Even crabs are like this, not to mention all kinds of weird seafood in the sea.

Of course, not everyone doesn’t eat it.

For example, Song Renzong and Ouyang Xiu liked eating crabs very much.

However, the crabs they ate were different from the steaming or stir-frying methods of later generations. Instead, they chopped them into pieces, added sugar, and marinated them with fermented glutinous rice...

Sweet crab, just thinking about it makes Han Zhen, a later generation, frown.

"This is delicious, wait and see."

Han Zhen originally wanted to ask the military cook to cook it, but after hesitating, he decided to do it himself.

After a hard-earned meal of seafood, if the cook spoils your appetite, it will be more of a loss than a gain.

Ever since he tasted the stew made by Han Zhen himself, the monkey no longer doubted his craftsmanship. Since Han Zhen said it was delicious, it must not be bad.

After working hard for half an hour, I made three dishes using these four sea cucumbers before it got dark.

Cold sea cucumber, fried sea cucumber with green onions, and a sea cucumber chicken soup.

In the lobby, Han Zhen greeted: "Try it and see how it tastes."

As he spoke, he took the lead in picking up a chopstick of cold sea cucumber.

The sea cucumber has a crisp texture, and the sourness of the vinegar combined with the aroma of minced garlic and shallots makes it particularly appetizing.

The only drawback is that there is no soy sauce, which makes it less interesting.

The monkey first tasted a small mouthful of sea cucumber fried with green onions, then his eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up a large chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Um... delicious."

While eating, the guy extended his thumb and gave vague praise.

After tasting each one, Han Zhen said regretfully: "It's a pity that the seasoning is still incomplete, otherwise the taste could be better."

He vaguely remembered that soy sauce came from the Song Dynasty, but it was unclear whether it was the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty.

Of course, he never thought about brewing his own soy sauce.

Although it is also a way to make money, brewing soy sauce using the ancient method often takes a year or two, or even three to five years, so he doesn't have that spare time.

It's better to let the people develop it on their own.

"These dishes are so delicious that even the chefs at Zhuolou in Juncheng can't make them."

The monkey's eyes widened and he couldn't imagine how delicious it would be if it tasted better.

The chicken soup with sea cucumber is also more delicious and sweet.

In a short time, the two of them had devoured all three dishes.

The monkey burped, suddenly thought of something, and said enthusiastically: "Brother Han, I found a business opportunity. The seafood is so delicious, but the people in the interior and the wealthy businessmen have never tasted it. If it is shipped to Guanzhong, it will definitely be more With this new way to make money, fishermen on the seaside can also find another way to survive.”

Unexpectedly, Han Zhen shook his head and said: "You can't do it. Seafood cannot survive without the sea. Even if a small amount of seafood survives by chance, you can't make much money."

If you want to get rich, you must first build roads. This saying is not just rhetoric.

If you want to do seafood business, you must have at least three cement-paved highways in Shandong.

I don’t know what is the progress of cement research and development at Lu Jiu?
Don’t think that highways are a thing of later generations. In fact, they existed as early as the pre-Qin Dynasty.

The famous Qinzhidao is the expressway built by Qin Shihuang.

With a total length of more than 700 kilometers and a road width of 60 meters, this highway was still in use until the Qing Dynasty.

"I see."

A trace of disappointment flashed in the monkey's eyes.

Seeing this, Han Zhen comforted him: "You can't do fresh food, but you can do dry food."

Abalone, sea cucumbers, scallops, oysters, including seaweed and kelp, etc., can all be made into dry goods and then transported inland for sale.

In this way, the economy of coastal areas can be revitalized and fishermen will have another way to survive.

But these are later stories.

……

……

The next day.

When the time came, Peng Quan was waiting in front of the salt prison early.

Different from yesterday, today Peng Quan wore a piece of dry leather on his upper body, carried a homemade bow and arrow on his back, a plain knife hanging on his waist, and a wooden pole in his hand.

This attire was the standard dress for warriors in the Song Dynasty.

Some people from better families will also be provided with an additional knife.

Whoa!
At this moment, there was a sound of friction between metal armor leaves.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and muscular figure walked out of the door.

In the past two days, Han Zhen had been wearing Confucian robes, which made him look more elegant.Today I put on the black lacquer half-body armor, and a breathtaking evil aura suddenly hit my face.

Peng Quan felt his breathing stagnant, lowered his head involuntarily, clasped his fists and said, "I've seen my husband!"

"Ah."

Han Zhen nodded slightly as a greeting.

At this moment, the four hundred Qingzhou troops had already had breakfast, were fully armed, lined up in neat lines, and stood quietly in the open space.

When we came to Guangling this time, there were no heavy troops, and the soldiers were all lightly armed.

The troops responsible for transporting baggage, grain and fodder, as well as craftsmen and minor officials are still on the way. Calculating the time, they estimate that they will not arrive until tomorrow evening.

Looking around, Han Zhen said loudly: "Qiao Liu!"

"The end is here!"

A strong man took a step forward and answered with cupped fists.

Qiao Liu was also a member of the Western Army. He initially served as an instructor in the army, teaching soldiers how to recognize gold drums and battle flags.

Now that it is quite effective, there is no need for him to continue to be an instructor.

Wei Da's group of deserters, not to mention all talented people, are all veterans of hundreds of battles and have been fighting with the Xixia people for more than ten years.

The reason why he has not been promoted is because his military achievements are always robbed.

This kind of thing is very common in the Song Dynasty army. The gang of generals in Tokyo city honor their sons and perform military exploits in different ways.

Those who are more particular will spend money on it.

After getting money, the soldiers who were robbed of their credit would not say anything.

If you are careless, you won't even bother to get a penny, and you will just take it by force.

Wei Da was angry because Nie Dong's military merits were robbed, so he asked to join the army to argue. In the end, he was accused of disrespecting a superior officer and was beaten. In anger, he led his brothers to become deserters.

Even a fierce man like Han Shizhong has been robbed of military honors several times.

The most outrageous time was during the southern expedition to Fangla, when Xin Xingzong took away the credit for capturing Fangla alive in front of his face.

Fortunately, Han Shizhong had someone to help him, but Yang Weizhong couldn't stand it and reported the matter to Song Huizong.

……

The importance of Guangling is self-evident. In addition to arranging monkeys to manage it, Han Zhen also hired Qiao Liu to lead his troops to guard it.

These two people can be called confidants.

If it were anyone else, firstly, they would be capable, and secondly, Han Zhen might not be trustworthy.

Han Zhen ordered: "Leave five teams to guard the Salt Prison. I order you to lead the rest of the soldiers and follow me into the mountains to suppress the bandits!"

"Order!"

Qiao Liu roared, his eyes full of excitement.

He had been working as an instructor during this period, but it was killing him.

Especially when I saw the brothers Nie Dong, Xiao Wu, and Lao Jiu, killing the enemy in bloody battles, and receiving rewards and promotions one by one, I felt really envious.

Now, the opportunity finally came.

"set off!"

Han Zhen mounted his horse and waved his hand.

Peng Quan followed the team and looked at the troops marching neatly, feeling his heart surge.

He looked at the soldiers beside him again, with smiles on his lips and joy in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, he wondered: "Brother, there's going to be a war, why are you still so happy?"

"You know very well." The soldier gave him a scornful look and explained: "It's good to fight. Only when you fight in wars can you get military merit, and if you have military merits can you get rewards. Otherwise, what's the point of just relying on the monthly salary of [-] Wen? When will we be able to build a brick house for our family, and when will we be able to buy more cattle?”

Brick houses and cattle?

Peng Quan swallowed and asked in a low voice: "How much are the rewards in the army?"

The soldier looked wary: "Why do you ask these questions?"

Peng Quan answered truthfully: "To tell you the truth, brother, I plan to defect to my husband. I only need to behead one level, and my husband will accept me."

After hearing this, the soldier said: "Beheading will give you four rewards at the first level. There will be additional rewards for ascending first, ambushing, and capturing the enemy's head. In addition, if you are an officer, you will be given additional rewards based on your official position."

After some calculations in his mind, Peng Quan said in surprise: "Based on this, wouldn't a war cost tens of thousands of dollars?"

"Ah!"

The soldier sneered and did not answer.

Never seen the world!
Tens of thousands of them are nothing, I have seen them all.

Peng Quan was not annoyed by the other party's gesture.

He had discovered from yesterday that these big-headed soldiers were very arrogant, and they treated salt households like them with a condescending sense of superiority.

This sense of superiority is not reflected in words. In fact, they are quite polite when speaking, but it is hidden in some inadvertent details.

An hour later, we approached Dayuwu Mountain.

Looking at the mountains ahead, Han Zhen ordered: "Qiu Niu, lead the scout team into the mountains first and deal with the hidden sentry posted by the dare Chi army. The rest of the group will rest where they are."

"Order!"

After Qiu Niu agreed, he led the scout team into the grass and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Peng Quan was amazed by this hidden method.

Seeing the soldiers sitting cross-legged on the ground, he also sat down.

As time went by, Peng Quan became more and more uneasy.

Fighting is different from hunting, and there are thousands of Dao Chi troops.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Brother, when will our reinforcements arrive?"

"Reinforcement?"

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise: "Where did the reinforcements come from?"

Peng Quan was shocked and swallowed: "Just... are there just over 300 of us?"

He had always thought that there would be reinforcements, but who would have thought that there would only be these people from beginning to end.

The soldier smiled and said: "It's just a dare to attack the army. How many more people do you want?"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing this, the other soldiers also laughed.

Confidence, extremely strong self-confidence.

About a quarter of an hour later, Qiu Niu came back, with a faint smell of blood filling his body.

"Reporting to the county magistrate, all the spies who dared to set up at the foot of the mountain have been eliminated."

"Ah."

Han Zhen nodded, stood up and said: "Qiao Liu, lead the two hundred soldiers around the back of the mountain. Take three bird calls as a signal. When you hear the bird calls, take action immediately. Peng Quan, go and lead them."

To deal with these daredevils, there is no need to use any tactics, just push them horizontally.

They only need to attack from the front and back to prevent a large number of daredevil troops from escaping.

In Han Zhen's eyes, these dare-chi troops were all good corvees who built the town.

"The last will obey!"

Qiao Liu laughed ferociously, with murderous intent rising in his eyes. After ordering all the soldiers, he went into the dense forest in the mountain.

After waiting for a while, Han Zhen stood up and said: "Let's go and defeat the enemy!"

Although Dayuwu Mountain has a big character, it is actually not big. There is only one main peak, which is only 200 meters high.

It's just that the mountain is slightly long and narrow, and from a distance, it looks like the eaves of a roof.

Under the leadership of Qiu Niu, more than 140 people walked through the dense forest and arrived at the foot of the mountain in a short time.

Through the gaps between the branches and leaves, a large grass shed halfway up the mountain can be vaguely seen.

"Up the crossbow!"

Han Zhen made a gesture, and the soldiers behind him took off their crossbows and cocked their arrows.

Then, under the leadership of Han Zhen, they approached the mountainside step by step.

When they were about a hundred steps away from the mountainside, everyone stopped.

If you go further, you will be spotted by the sentinel on the mountainside.

Han Zhen turned his head and winked. Qiu Niu immediately understood and raised his hands to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet.

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

Three clear and loud bird calls echoed in the dense forest.

"kill!"

The next moment, there was a cry of killing from behind the mountainside.

"Break the enemy!"

Han Zhen shouted and rushed towards the mountainside first.

The sudden shouts of killing immediately panicked the Gan Chi Army on the mountainside.

After Gan Chijun, who was in charge of duty, reacted, he raised his sword and spear and was preparing to meet the enemy.

Whoosh whoosh!
There were bursts of tearing sounds of cloth.

A volley of powerful crossbows immediately felled dozens of daredevil soldiers.

After shooting an arrow, Han Zhen hung the crossbow back on his waist, drew out his sword, and rushed into the Gan Chi Army's stronghold.

Han Zhen, who rushed into the crowd, was like a tiger descending from the mountain. After kicking away the oncoming Gan Chi Army, he swung his sword and cut off the head of another Gan Chi Army.

The war started and ended quickly.

It was almost over before Peng Quan could react.

With just one volley and a wave of charges, more than a thousand dare-chi troops collapsed. When the soldiers of the Qingzhou Army shouted that those who surrendered would not be killed, people on the ground immediately fell to their knees.

I...I haven't killed the enemy yet!

Peng Quan looked at the bow and arrow in his hand, and then at the dark prisoners of war, feeling like crying but without tears.

I thought it was a bloody battle, but as a result, these brave warriors who had previously shown off their power and arrogance were now like lambs.

This kind of fighting is not even a warm-up exercise for Han Zhen.

Shaking away the blood on his knife, he said loudly: "Qiao Liu, collect the weapons and count the injuries and prisoners of war."

"Order!"

Qiao Liu responded loudly.

While Qiao Liu was taking inventory, Han Zhen walked around the village.

It is said to be a cottage, but in fact it is no different from a refugee camp, dirty and smelly.

These Dao Chi soldiers fled in a hurry and did not bring much food with them. If Han Zhen had not led the troops to clear them up, it would probably have taken less than a few days. With lack of food and clothing, they would most likely have gone down the mountain to plunder.

Not long after, Qiao Liu reported: "Reporting to the county magistrate, our Qingzhou Army had no casualties, killed 180 and three enemies, and captured [-] people!"

"Let these prisoners of war identify the bandit leaders and the big and small leaders. After killing them, take the remaining ones back!"

Han Zhen said it in an understatement, but when he heard it in the ears of the prisoners of the Gan Chi Army, his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, a prisoner of war squatting on the edge quickly stood up and rushed towards the forest below the mountain.

This person must be a leader. After hearing Han Zhen's words, he knew that he could not survive, so he might as well take a gamble.

Seeing this scene, Peng Quan was overjoyed and quickly drew his bow and arrow.

With his eyes fixed on the running prisoner of war, he suddenly released his right hand from pulling the string.

Whoosh!
The homemade feather arrow flew out and accurately hit the leader's thigh.

In pain, the leader let out a scream and threw himself to the ground.

When an arrow hit, Peng Quan quickly dropped his bow and arrow, took out the simple knife from his waist and rushed over.

"My lord, my lord, I have killed the enemy!"

Soon, Peng Quan came back.

I saw him covered in blood, holding a mouthpiece in his hand, and looking excited.

Han Zhen smiled slightly: "From now on, just cut off the left ear!"

Peng Quan heard what he meant and said happily: "I understand!"

puff!

Screams and carnage sounded one after another.

After beheading all the leaders on the spot, Han Zhen waved his hand and escorted more than 1000 prisoners of war down the mountain.

……

After dealing with the Dawushan Army, Han Zhen did not return to the county seat immediately.

Instead, they stayed for two more days, waiting until the logistics and baggage troops arrived, and after another explanation, they set off on their way home.

……

……

"It's just nonsense!"

In the political hall, Wang Fu looked at the book in his hand and became furious.

Zhang Bangchang, who was then the Vice Minister of Zhongshu, had a flash of surprise in his eyes and asked calmly: "Why is the Prime Minister so angry?"

"look by youself."

Wang Fu was still angry and slapped the book on the table.

Zhang Bangchang took a step forward, picked up the folder, and first glanced at the signature.

Zhang Shuye?
Looking at the contents of the book again, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes: "Zhao Ting surrendered to a thief?"

No wonder he was so surprised, because Zhang Shuye reported in the book that a large amount of cowhide, horns, grain, pig iron and other materials had been transported into Qingzhou in the past two months. He concluded that Qingzhou was most likely occupied by rebels, and Zhao Ting, the governor of the state, Suspected to be a thief!
If this incident is true, it would be even more shocking than Fangla's rebellion.

It's not because Qingzhou was occupied, but because Zhao Ting surrendered to the thieves!

Zhao Ting was a high-ranking official in the imperial court, and the governor of a state. If the news spread that such an important official from outside the imperial court had turned traitor, the world would definitely be shocked.

You must know that since the founding of the Song Dynasty, there has never been a precedent for a scholar-official to surrender to a bandit.

Even though Fang La launched a vigorous rebellion and conquered so many states and counties, not a single official surrendered to the traitors.

Zhang Yuan, who voted for Xixia, was just a failed candidate. He was not even a Jinshi, let alone a scholar-official.

Strictly speaking, only officials with a rank of five or above can be called scholar-bureaucrats.

A seventh-grade magistrate like Changzhi County is not considered at all.

This is the so-called seventh-grade sesame official.

(End of this chapter)