Prince of Song Dynasty

Chapter 711 Today's Mountain God Town
On both sides of the small river that was originally nameless but is now called Kou Zhun River, fields are full of greenery.But the greenery can't stand a closer look. In the paddy field where the ditch reaches, the wheat seedlings are crooked.There are no ditches, and in the dry fields leaning against the rolling hills, hemp and buckwheat are planted, but they are all messy.Some fruit tree saplings planted in the fields are growing well, mixed with weeds, making the earth full of spring.

Fang Dangyong is a surviving leader of the Qiang people in Shanshen Village, and he is also the most powerful and brave one in martial arts among the Qiang people in Shanshen Town.According to the instructions of the Han people, he was doing farm work, which was particularly inconvenient for a hand who was used to drawing a bow.But the Shanshen Village of his original tribe had been reduced to ashes four months ago, and there were no hunting grounds for dozens of miles around Shanshen Town, and the knife and bow could no longer earn food and clothing for the family.Even though he was full of depression in his heart, he had to repeat such tedious actions, and he would have to leave the field in the days to come.

A woman's cry came from the field ridge. It was his wife Dang Caohua.

Standing up straight and beating his waist, most of the depression in Fang Dangyong's heart disappeared.During this period of time, many men from the Han family came to Shanshen Town. The government encouraged the Qiang Han to get married, but Dang Caohua ignored the favor of the Han family man and the expensive bride price from the government, and still chose herself.

Now that you have a field, a house, and a wife, what does it matter if you don't know how to farm such trivial things?

Looking at the figure of his wife, Fang Dangyong is full of expectations for the future, and the unbearable past has almost disappeared.

But there is still one thing he can't forget-his father's blood feud.

His father raised him up, taught him bow and arrow, taught him to hunt, taught him to use a knife, and taught him to be a man worthy of his ancestors.His father died, and so did his elder brother. All the adult males in the family were killed by the soldiers led by the Han general. At that time, he suppressed this hatred under his mother's begging.But now, to suppress this hatred, there is also the future of his own family.

However, this does not mean that he has forgotten the blood feud.

"Young master issued a notice. It said that from next month, the relief will be reduced by half. If there is not enough food, you have to go to the bank to get a loan ticket to borrow food."

On the ridge, Dang Caohua said that in Shanshen Town, the "son" was referring to Kou Zhun, and when it came to "borrowing notes", the young woman's face was full of confusion.

Fang Dangyong didn't understand either, but the previous sentence was easy to understand: "The relief is less than half? The Han people ransacked all the granaries in our Shanshen Village, and they gave us food as alms?"

The woman hurriedly said: "After all, the house was built for us and the fields were divided. Don't worry about that. Don't you look at the end of the Yanzhou Tibetan Gedobu people. All the male adults were killed, and the women and children were killed. They were all dispatched to Hengshan to build water canals. I heard that they were exhausted to death every day. Alas! This is thanks to us meeting such a good man as the young master. I heard that the young master is a disciple of His Majesty the emperor, so the Han general who attacked our village at that time Only then will you give the young master face and let us go."

Fang Dangyong didn't speak anymore. He was able to survive at that time because his mother used a knife to force him to die, so he dropped the knife and surrendered. The head has long been taken to Lingzhou City by those Han soldiers to exchange for rewards.

"Go and listen to the elders to talk about what's going on." Picking up the hoe, Fang Dangyong took his wife to the town.The elders in the village used to serve as the governor of Lizheng in the town.But he is used to using the old address. His mother and wife have told him about it many times, but he just can't change it, or he doesn't want to change it yet.

Fang Dangyong's family's ten mu of land is two miles away from Shanshen Town, which is actually a bit inconvenient.Fang Dangyong originally planned to build a house in the gap between the fields and take care of it nearby.But he and his wife were reluctant to move because they were used to living in the house in Shanshen Town.

After getting off the field ridge and walking on the avenue at least two feet wide, I feel extremely comfortable under my feet.This gravel, river sand and loess rammed road runs through Shanshen Town.It is forty or fifty miles northward to Lingzhou City.Half were built by officers and soldiers at the beginning of the year, and half were built by Shanshen Town itself.

When he was smashing stones and ramming earth, he was still complaining about why he had to spend so much effort on one road, but after two months, he has deeply felt the benefits of this road.First of all, it is flat and wide, and when two large vehicles pass by, people can still walk by the side of the road.Secondly, it has withstood the pressure of rain and snow. If it is replaced by an ordinary dirt road, it will become muddy after a winter snow or spring rain. However, there are ditches on both sides of the road to drain away the rainwater.The only trouble is that you have to tamp the surface frequently and clean the gutters.Among the three days of work he does every month, one day is to build roads.The elder said that the young master intends to wait for everyone to settle down, and then replace all the roads in the town with stone roads, and make all the ditches and wells into stone masonry. complain.

At the end of the avenue is the stacked houses of Shanshen Town, but a wooden pole painted red and white is blocking the way, not for pedestrians like him, but for carriages and horses.A cart and four knights were being stopped, and six Han men alighted from the cart and horse, all wearing silk jackets, a young man, a middle-aged servant, and four guards looked at Shanshen Town curiously. .

"These people are probably businessmen again." Fang Dangyong thought so.

There are seven or eight thousand people in Shanshen Town, which can catch up with some remote counties, and the cost of food and clothing is not a small number.Although many merchants have opened shops in the town, they still can't meet the demand, and there is an endless stream of merchants coming here.

Fang Dangyong, who was guarding the wooden pole, knew Dangyong, and he was his distant cousin. Most of the remaining men in Shanshen Village were recruited as soldiers to patrol the town. Fang Dangyong could have applied, but he felt that This is serving as a soldier for the Han people. Although he can have consistent money and four buckets of rice a month, he still doesn't go.

At this time, the shop soldiers were stammering in Chinese to ask the other party what goods they had brought, and then informed the other party that if there were no shops, and the goods were sold in Shanshen Town, they had to be sold at a designated place, which was not far away, leaning against the Next to the inn on the avenue, there is an open space that looks like a market.And that young man didn't pay attention to Shoping at all, while the middle-aged servant said arrogantly that he and his party were not businessmen, but just his son passing by here, curious to play and so on.

When greeting Pubing, Fang Dangyong looked at the six Han people. The young man should be a scholar, just like those young men from the Han family who came to the stockade from Lingzhou more than two months ago, but this young man had dark circles under his eyes and his complexion Pale, with a look of excessive drinking at first glance, it really doesn't look like a businessman, but looks like a son of an official.

According to the Han people, the officials of the Han people are Tai Sui Xingjun descended to earth, while according to the view of the Qiang people, the officials of the Han people are the ominous demon wolves sent by heaven to punish the Qiang people.Although Fang Dangyong remembered his father's blood feud and hated Han officials very much, he was even more afraid of Han officials.Not daring to have any contact with Han officials, feeling apprehensive in his heart, he took his wife and hurried away.

After passing the inn and the market, and then passing through an archery tower nearly three feet high, we entered Shanshen Town.The layout and architecture of Shanshen Town are very strange, even the Qiang people who are used to standing against the mountains have never seen it.In fact, such a layout and architecture would be novel even to most Han Chinese.Because this itself was designed by Ye Chen and Kou Zhun together, combining the ideas and ideas of Ye Chen's later generations.

In the center of the stockade is an empty field with a radius of one hundred paces, on which stands a two-story long building, which is where the Xiangsijia School in Shanshen Township is located.Eight streets were divided from the empty field to the four sides, and the area with a radius of about two miles was divided into the spokes of a wheel.Of course Fang Dangyong didn't know.This is drawn according to the eight directions of the innate Taiji diagram.

Between the eight streets, there are patches of houses.The two ring roads connect the eight streets inside and outside.Two layers of spokes are formed, and there are trails to separate the houses.As a result, there are many streets and alleys, and there are also many houses facing the streets.Water wells, watchtowers, and small empty fields are scattered in these areas, and small shops are also evenly distributed in the houses facing the streets in each district.

At first, Fang Dangyong and others didn't understand why the young master built Shanshen Town like this, and they even speculated maliciously that it was the young master's purpose of guarding against and supervising them.But the Han people who moved here all praised, saying that even Lingzhou City is not so neat and convenient.Only then did they wake up - the young master was really thinking about Shanshen Town, and for the convenience of their lives.

Walk along the street and enter the housing area in the north, where the home of Fang Dangyong and his wife is located.The houses are all with sorghum slanted roofs that are popular in the Qiang and Han Dynasties, which is convenient for drainage. They are still paved with hay.The wooden beams and planks of the house are all military materials, and the materials are strong enough to stand for decades without any problem.

All the houses are two-storey, with three rooms on each floor.There is also a small courtyard surrounded by wooden fences, which is ten feet adjacent to the next door.Most of the small courtyards are ten feet long and three feet wide. Shanshen Town is made up of such neat small courtyards, and the total number is about 500.Couples like Fang Dangyong.As well as the Han people who moved in, they got only one, while other orphans, widows, mothers, children, old and weak lived in groups according to relatives.So even if there are only more than 500 seats.But it also accommodated thousands of people.

Although Shanshen Town was built in a river valley, it was protected from floods.But it didn't stand by the river, but chose to be among the hills west of the river bank.Therefore, the small courtyard is high and low, relying on the undulating terrain.Regularity and randomness are mixed together, just like a picture scroll.Now the trees in the yard and beside the street are still young. After a few years, when the branches and leaves are flourishing, Shanshen Town does not know what it will look like.

Fang Dangyong naturally didn't understand this style of style. After he and his wife went home and simply sorted out the farm tools, they came to the Beili Institute alone.Beili is in charge of the hundreds of households and thousands of people in their northern district, and they are all kept here to handle the affairs of Lizhong.

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(End of this chapter)