At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

But before that, he may have to meet with an important minister who can influence Charles, Duke Anthony Losan of Saxony.

"What kind of man is that Duke named Anthony?"

"He was a pious, noble, and shrewd man. In my opinion, he knew very well the gap between practice and ideal. He was a benevolent but heroic duke."

"As expected of Siris from the East."

A drop of rain fell on the wound on Edbert's bare shoulder. Ai Wen, a monk from Ireland, stepped forward and put a cloak on Edbert with regret: "Your Highness, the wind is strong, let's go back to the cabin."

Nodding, Edbert was about to agree, but his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he took two steps forward: "What is that? Is it a shipwreck?"

Fowles opened his eyes wide, and carefully identified it in the rain and fog: "It should be a sea boat that hit a rock. The bottom of the boat leaked, so it couldn't advance or retreat."

Hearing this news, the sailors beside them immediately scrambled to the side of the ship, or climbed onto the mast, the desire in their eyes was self-evident.

How the hell is that different from finding a money bag on the side of the road?

"What are you doing?!" Fowles scolded a little, "We are not here to run a business, but to send distinguished guests to land, so don't make extra trouble..."

"Wait!" A young soldier sent by Feng Sen to supervise suddenly yelled, holding the mast with both hands, and shouted loudly, "There seems to be Chinese characters written on that ship's flag!"

Hearing this, Fowles immediately discerned carefully, but soon, he recognized the very characteristic square font.

"West Britannia ship?" Edbert asked.

"Yes, it should be."

Looking at Fowles' somewhat conflicted face, Edbert coughed: "Since it is the fleet of the Duke of Saxony, we have to help anyway. Heavenly Father said that we are brothers and sisters, and we cannot see those in distress but remain indifferent."

With the approval of Edbert, under the command of Fowles, the fleet slowly turned and headed towards the fleet that hit the rocks. It didn't take long for the fleet to reach the edge of the reef area. A small boat nimbly came to the side of the big boat.

And the people on the boat also found the boat approaching. They held all kinds of tools and weapons, and looked nervously at the boats approaching, especially the people on it were ghostly barbarians.

The young soldier came to the side of the boat: "Where are you all from? Why are you here?"

Everyone on the boat saw that the other party could speak Chinese, and their expressions immediately relaxed a lot. One of the leading old men stepped forward and told him: "My lord, we are all craftsmen from Hebei, because at this time Weibo is going through wars, we have accepted the recruitment of a nobleman surnamed Xiao, and went to work in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's just that I encountered a storm at sea and was blown away from the original route. Where is this place?If you can take us to land, the nobleman will be rewarded with great rewards. "

The young soldier was silent for a while and said: "This place is called Europa, thousands of miles away from the Central Plains, how did you get here?"

"Xiao Lang, don't you want to tease me?! We were blown off the route for three to five days at most, how could we be separated by thousands of miles?"

"Perhaps it was called by the Heavenly Father."

Suspicion was written on the old man's face: "What kind of god is this heavenly father who can fly us thousands of miles? Xiao Langjun, this is not a joke, we are indeed from Hebei."

The young soldier glanced at the boat that was slowly sinking into the water: "You transfer to our boat first, and you will know when you see our Jieshuai. I will take you to our place first."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang, for your rescue!" Although the old man felt that something was wrong, he could only clasp his hands and say as he saw that the ship was about to sink into the water.

After returning to the big ship, Fowles stood by the side of the boat and asked loudly, "Who are these people?"

The young soldier reported to Fowles: "These people are Chinese craftsmen under Jieshuai's command. They were blown here after being shipwrecked."

Fowles immediately turned around and cupped his hands to Edbert: "Your Highness, these people are all from the same family as the Duke of Saxony. Do you want to take them back to Hamburg?"

Coincidentally, this happened to be able to sell a favor, and Edbert immediately replied: "Of course, the ship is very empty, and there are only three to five days' schedule from here to Hamburg, so there is no shortage of food."

"As you order, Your Highness." Fowles turned his head and shouted to the young soldiers, "Bring them up, hurry up, it's going to rain!"

Chapter 251 Resettlement of Han people in Chang'an

"Could it be that we really can't go back?" If it weren't for the support of the two young people around him, the old man on the boat would almost collapse on the ground.

Feng Sen shook his head: "If you say you can't, then it's not. From Saxony to the Western Regions, if you can get the recognition and courtesy of hundreds of tribes and kingdoms along the way, you might be able to go back."

Although this old man is a craftsman, he also served as a soldier for two years when he was young. He has seen a lot of markets, so he naturally knows how difficult it is. Not to mention the language barrier, even if he can understand the language, the bandits, deserts, weather, and diseases along the way, Which one does not want human life.

The trade in the Western Regions is only so far away from Chang'an, and it would cost half your life to walk all the way. What's more, at such a long distance, the white-haired old man leaned dejectedly on the shoulder of the young man behind him, speechless.

"For the current plan, you can only stay here first. Don't worry, there are few Han people here, and they all have preferential treatment." Feng Sen stepped forward to help the old man's body up, "When I first came, I was no different from you, but different from us. There are already many Han people here.

The old man walked away slowly like a broken candle in the wind, and the Tang craftsmen on the boat who were either surprised, crazy or numb were following them off the boat carefully. Feng Sen sighed helplessly. It's really a double-edged sword.

In any case, the arrival of these Tang craftsmen did bring a lot of benefits to Feng Sen, especially because more than half of them were blacksmiths and iron smelters, and most importantly, one of them was an apprentice blacksmith from a dyeing workshop.

I have never eaten pork, but I have always seen pigs running. Now the dyeing workshop in Hannover is settled.

Turning around, Feng Sen continued to look at the large and small ships in the port.

At the port of the Ulster River, accompanied by various servants, priests and nobles of Prince Edbert, they disembarked one after another and experienced a long sea voyage. These Judd nobles who lived on land all the year round I miss the land so much.

And Edbert also followed the flow of people who disembarked, and came to Feng Sen under the guidance of Fowles.

"Nice to meet you, Honorable Duke of Saxony." Edbert bowed and saluted, regardless of the fact that the other party was a round younger than himself.

Feng Sen responded with a smile: "Thank you for lending a helping hand to my people, I have heard about your case from Fowles, and I am very sympathetic.

Please rest assured that you can rest here as you like. When you go to meet Charlemagne, please also bring my messenger. I guarantee that my friends in the court will entertain you well. "

This is what he was waiting for. Edbert defected to Charlemagne. In fact, he had a doubt in his heart, fearing that Charlemagne would hand him over to Offa, but now with Feng Sen's guarantee, he felt a lot more at ease.

"Then I may disturb you for the next two days."

After bidding farewell to Edbert and asking his priests to arrange accommodation for these fleeing Jutes, Feng Sen had to return in a state of distress.

It was already the end of January in 785. During this period of time, on average, hundreds of Han Chinese appeared in all directions of Hamburg every day, as if they had been drilled out of the ground. set up a tent.

So resettlement of these Han people has become a big problem.

Feng Sen's difficulty in relocating these Han people is not a problem of food and housing, but a problem of identity.

This group of Han people came from Chang'an. They should be the people who fled in large numbers when Zhu Xi entered Chang'an last year. They were the same group as Li Baojing. Logically speaking, they should have returned to Chang'an by this time, but for some reason, they came here.

Since they were basically from Chang’an and belonged to the urban population, these people were not military personnel, farmers, and craftsmen like the Han people before Feng Sen, but literati, petty officials, service industry (such as hair shaving, painting, dancers, fireworks girls), businessmen, monks, craftsmen, handymen, etc.

Today's Saxony is a large countryside, and Hamburg is barely a small county. There may be only a hundred or so jobs in the service industry and small handicraft industries, because Hamburg does not have much spending power at all.

Under the Frankish manorial economic system, everyone bartered, and the population was small. Without these needs and no spare money, who would you consume in the service industry?

The most important thing is that in this era, regardless of the East or the West, these service industries are basically cheap industries. In the transformation system of the Eight Banners, the invisible title of Han people must be noble, at least they must be soldiers, farmers or landlords, craftsmen or merchants (not small merchants).

No good, who is a Han Chinese?

But these craftsmen and cultural people brought the customs and culture of the Tang Dynasty and bound them. Didn't the locals occupy the cultural high ground?

On the way back to the general's mansion, Feng Sen has been thinking about these issues, but he has a not-so-good solution at present, which is to forcibly switch.

Those who can survive in Hamburg and Magdeburg, such as dance masters, handymen, craftsmen, and hawkers, can stay, and those who can't keep, each person will give dozens of acres of land and grow it by himself.

Feng Sen will hire some slaves to become apprentices with them, and help them farm the land in exchange for craftsmanship. Once they leave the teacher, these slaves will be able to obtain the status of freed slaves.

Craftsmen and service industry people can use the money obtained in this way to buy a real slave.

Then there are painters, Taoist priests, monks, musicians, and doctors. These people can at least read Braille and have some skills, but they are all skills in the cultural industry. Feng Sen didn't want to raise them for nothing.

The main job is a small official, and the part-time job is to play, play and sing. If you want to hold a banquet, just pull them up to perform the show and it's over.

There are also some quick-witted ones, sent to Zhenhui, who knows how to convert them.

Literati are easy to arrange, and now Feng Sen's shogunate is short of manpower, and they will go to work directly after half a month of training.

It's a bit difficult to deal with these skilled women in the brothel, let them continue to open the brothel?This is not appropriate, Feng Sen had to give them a dowry of [-] acres of land and a few slaves, love to remarry, remarry, whatever you like, don't interfere.

Among the nearly 2000 people, Feng Sen plans to continue to recruit a group of Han soldiers. On the one hand, it is to expand the influence of the core population. After all, the invisible title of the Han people must lead by example. On the other hand, the Eight Banners are expanding too fast.

As for the issue of loyalty, there is no need to worry too much. From a personal point of view, there will definitely be Han people who defected to other forces in the future. Generally speaking, Han people still have a relatively high degree of recognition for their own race.

After thinking about it all the way, Feng Sen slowly returned to the gate of the general's mansion. Just as he got off his horse, he saw Wang Sima walking out of the general's mansion in a hurry.

"What is Wang Sima doing here? In such a hurry?" Feng Sen smiled and greeted him.

Unexpectedly, when Wang Sima saw him, he immediately turned back and said, "Jie Shuai, something happened to Opalite."

Chapter 252 The Four Tribes of Ou Porit

The capital of Eupolite is Mecklenburg. This is a new castle less than 20 years old. It was built by Lyudmila's grandfather. After several wars, the castle has been dilapidated.

In the gray cloud waves, a few goshawks circled up and down in the clouds, and occasionally dropped a few drops of rain, falling on the castle and the weapons of the soldiers under the castle.

The cloud and water slid down, reflecting the lonely castle, while Zinovac, dressed in iron armor and carrying a big axe, stood on the city wall, staring indifferently at the rebels below.

"The witch Lyudmila, as long as you surrender to us, because of your status as the daughter of the former king, we will not kill you, but exile you, you can go to your Saxony and meet your concubine..."

"Your Excellency Zinovac, do you still want to be loyal to that woman? I'm sure that it was her who poisoned His Royal Highness, who was bedridden and killed her. We will not take away the throne of Oupolite..."

This kind of persuasion continued for a long time, but it didn't have the slightest effect. The city walls were full of direct soldiers of Lyudmila and Zinovac who had been trained in the Villetti War. The shouts of these tribes, judging from the current situation, did not have much effect.

Among the layers of tents and flags of various colors in the castle, a hook-nosed man in leather armor, accompanied by his entourage, came to the meeting place.

Surrounding a large stove with a height of one person, a dozen chiefs of tribes and clans were sitting on small horses, among them were a few scattered priests.

Verin Sorovitchik tied his horse to the post, went silently to the only vacant place, and sat down, which was the place of the Valkyrie tribe.

"Verin!" Messislaw said dissatisfiedly, "You are late, and everyone is waiting for you."

"I want to preside over today's siege of the city." Weilin responded indifferently, he picked up a hot baked bread from the fire, and gnawed it, "I didn't even eat, if If you have an opinion, go talk to Latimer."

Messislaw sneered: "Okay, everyone has also presided over the siege, have you seen anyone who is as tired as you?"

"You cherish your own strength, and if you don't work hard, of course you don't work hard."

"Okay!" Latimer stopped their conversation and said, "Stop talking, I have something important to talk about today, I'll ask first, is there anyone else who hasn't come?"

"The Val'kyr Tribe has arrived," Vaelin yelled, chewing his bread.

"Wanabi tribe is here." Messislaw stuck the dagger on the ground.

"Radivoye of Eupolite has arrived," said a long-haired man wearing an iron headband.

Latimer nodded and said, "Polabia is also here."

The four tribes that make up the Kingdom of Oupolite have arrived. Compared with the Oupolite clan that was broken in the Villetti War, the power of the remaining three tribes is still relatively intact.

"I learned a piece of news. Yesterday, two couriers from Lyudmila attacked our sentry soldiers and headed to the west with letters. I think they may want to send a letter to Anthony, Duke of Saxony, or the King of Frank. Charlie for help." Latimer drew a map on the dirt with his dagger.

Vaelin replied indifferently: "So what? We are allies of King Charles. We have signed an alliance, but we are not their vassals."

"The Franks are very powerful, and we must consider their opinions." Latimer roughly drew a topographic map near Mecklenburg on the ground.

"Chief Latimir thinks they will send troops?" Mesislaw stared at Latimir's face through the blazing flames.

"I think so." Radivoye used to be Lyudmila's elder brother Drozko's subordinate, but this time, he stood on the opposite side of Lyudmila, because he knew that even if Latimer did not promise, After victory in this war, he will be the only one eligible to inherit among the Eupolites.

"Those black-haired Siris will definitely make a move." Radivoye looked around the other lords and chiefs seriously, "Definitely."

"Why do you say that?"

"I know who that Anthony is."

Messislaw said with a smile: "I know that he promised to help the Kingdom of Eupolit, but he never made a move, which made the royal family almost dead, and then released a hateful witch Lyudmila. I'm not sure. Will he continue to keep his promises?"

Latimer shook his head and said, "Without Charlie's permission, he will not send troops. The only thing we have to worry about is Charlie's attitude."

"The entire Oupolite is composed of four tribes, and now all four are against her. Does Charlie still want to interfere in the internal affairs of his allies?" Verin forked a piece of bread with a dagger and put it on the stove to heat it up. I don't think he's an idiot."

Latimer narrowed his eyes and glanced at the chiefs present, and said in a faint voice: "The four tribes all oppose, hum, hum."

The beating stove turned everyone's faces into orange, and their bodies were half hidden in the darkness. Everyone stopped talking, but looked at each other, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood in their ears, and the burnt smell of burning charcoal in their noses.

"No matter what they do, we must make a quick decision. Once things have happened, they will be irreversible." Latimer drew a circle on the west side of Mecklenburg, "Tomorrow, launch a general offensive, and I will personally command it. Within five days, Mecklenburg will definitely come down! At that time, no one will play tricks..."

At this moment, in a warm room inside Mecklenburg, Lyudmila held a wooden bowl containing a bowl of medicinal soup, and carefully fed it to her younger brother Desirko.

"Sister, I'm so cold, can you add another layer of quilt." Desiriko swallowed the medicine soup with difficulty, as if swallowing a knife.

"You can't add more, this quilt is too thick, and adding more will overwhelm you." Lyudmila's voice trembled as she touched Desirko's hot forehead.

Desirko's face turned blue, and his pale lips moved: "Sister, when I recover, I will kill all those damn chiefs!"

"What nonsense?" Lyudmila continued to feed Desizhiko a mouthful of medicinal soup, and said softly, "They have good people and bad people, how can we kill them all? We have to win over those who are facing us and kill them all." Those who are not toward us are right."

"Cough, cough, cough." Desiriko coughed twice, "Sister, this medicinal soup is really bad."

"No matter how bad it is, you have to drink it." Liudmila said firmly, "This medicinal soup is very effective. When I was injured, I also had a fever in Hamburg. The medicine that those pharmacists used will definitely cure your illness."

Desiriko didn't answer, but fell into a deep sleep. It seemed that the effect of the medicine was onset.

Putting the medicinal soup aside, Lyudmila pressed the quilt for Desirko, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and left the room with the wooden bowl with only residue left.

In the cold outside room, Lyudmila put down the wooden bowl, stuck her head out of the chain mail, her long hair had been cut short by herself, to avoid trouble in battle, put on the helmet, picked up Long Jian, accompanied by the two Han guards, came to the city wall.

The rain hit the armor, making a crisp ticking sound. Lyudmila stood on the city wall. The rain curtain somewhat blocked her view, but she still looked westward, quietly.