The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 650

Cui Hongxu quickly stood up straight, clasped his fists and said, "Cui Hongxu, a small citizen of Fanbang, met Shaozai."

Yang Lin smiled and said, "You are Cui Hongxu. I keep hearing your name lately, so I call you here, let's get to know each other and sit down."

Yang Lin pointed to the small table beside him, and asked Lu Qian to sit beside him.

Cui Hongxu is tall and courageous, and he claims to be a person who does not suffer from stage fright, but at this time, he simply drinks tea, but his heart is beating non-stop.

Yang Lin poured a cup of tea, and Cui Hongxu quickly took it with both hands. Although it was very hot, he restrained himself and did not speak.

Yang Lin smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you, what are you going to do?"

Cui Hongxu's mind was in a mess, thinking how could he hide it from him here, so let's just say it all.

"Yang Ziqian acted perversely, imprisoned the king, abused the people, ruled out dissidents, and only cared about his own enjoyment. The fact that he is less slaughtered, the truth is true, the ordinary people want to be the common people of Korea, and have a bright blue sky."

In the final analysis, Yang Lin had already been hesitant about rebellion. He was neither surprised nor happy when he heard the words, and just smiled: "Although Koryo is a vassal of the Great Song Dynasty, as far as I am concerned, I completely respect the choice of the people of Koryo." of."

"But now Song and Goryeo are working together to deal with the Jurchen, the enemy. You know the cruelty of the Jurchens. At this time, you can't make any troubles."

When Cui Hongxu heard that there seemed to be room for turning around in these words, he couldn't help being overjoyed.

If Da Song doesn't intervene, he at least has the probability of success, otherwise, there is no sporadic possibility at all.

Yang Lin patted his shoulder lightly, but Cui Hongxu felt that his spine was about to break.

Yang Lin smiled lightly and said: "The people of Korea are like ants attached to a hot pot, and I, Yang Lin, love the people like a son. The rivers flow, the sun and the moon shine, they are all living beings, how can we add them without the slightest compassion? From ancient times to the present, great things will be achieved. Those who are sensitive to deeds but slow to words, I only hope that you can do more for the common people and less talk outrageous words to anger the current court of Goryeo."

Cui Hongxu left the other courtyard with great fighting spirit, feeling full of strength all over his body, and his limbs were all comfortable.

The veteran revolutionary Yang Lin not only expressed his approval for the liberation of the Korean people, but also enthusiastically guided him to the essence of the rebellion, respecting his teachings, and always listening to him.

After seeing off Cui Hongxu, Yang Lin stood up and said with a smile: "The one who messed up Korea must be this son, and the one who brought peace and tranquility to Korea is only me."

Lu Qian picked Thumbs up and praised: "Young Zai is really a benevolent and righteous man."

Yang Lin felt a little guilty.He couldn't help but blushed, feeling that something was wrong, no matter how he heard it sounded ironic, he cursed: "Get out!"

Lu Qian was wronged for a while, how could he be scolded for flattering

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Songzhou is just a microcosm. On the vast land of Zhongjing Prefecture, people from Hebei and Shandong are reclaiming wasteland and building cities.

Cultivating wasteland and building cities are two words that are difficult to hear, but they are also a process full of enthusiasm and hope.

Ordinary people may work all their lives in their hometown, and they also farm land for the gentry.

But here, as long as you work hard and help build the city, you can easily own your own land.

This fertile land makes many people want to hold the soil and touch the earth.

Zhongjing Prefecture, which once belonged to Daliao, was successively occupied by Jurchen and Han people. One brought endless killing and slavery, while the Han people brought hope and vitality.

The city walls have not yet been fully erected, and the buildings inside are already row upon row.

A lot of land in the suburbs was also allocated. The imperial court distributed farm tools and weeds, and the imperial court would sell some seeds at a low price.

If you want, you can also raise cows and war horses here for the imperial court.

In the mountains and forests, there are precious woods and medicinal materials, as well as various rare birds and animals.

Merchants from the south will take it away at a relatively low price, and then transport it to the Central Plains for big sale.

The number of vehicles and horses coming and going has gradually increased, the roads are being leveled, and the Zhongjing Prefecture is thriving this summer.

Zhang An was leading the people from the Hezhi Department to dredge the canal and build embankments when suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

The nearby Song army hurriedly assembled. This group of people looked very embarrassed and ragged, but they were all very energetic and radiant.

Seeing the Song Army's flag, these people were silent for a moment, then suddenly cheered loudly and howled.

It was joy from the bottom of his heart, which made Song Jun, who was waiting in full force, puzzled.

A general with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets came out and shouted in Chinese with a Qin accent: "My comrades on the other side, we are the Holy War Army!"

"Jihad Army?" Zhang An doubted: "I know all the soldiers and horses in Zhongjing Prefecture, but I have never heard of any Jihad Army."

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and he slapped his forehead and said, "Hiss, it can't be the Uyghur army that Shaozai recruited to sweep the grasslands in the northwest, right?"

Just as he imagined, these Uighur and Dangxiang young people, led by the patriarchs of various ethnic groups, entered the Moxi Grassland from Tianshan in batches.

They swept across the grasslands, because the powerful Mongolian soldiers and horses were taken by Hebuler to help the Jurchens in the battle.

The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled made these "jihad" soldiers flee here and there, surrendering one after another, and their blades were rolled.

For Mongolian tribes, because of their backward productivity, it is a good life to be alive.

So they have always liked to cling to the strong, and follow whoever is strong. Loyalty is too extravagant.

The Kelie people who were loyal to the Song Dynasty became the new overlord of the grassland. They had the powerful Song Dynasty as their backing, and they themselves were one of the powerful tribes in the grassland.

In the battle of Jinheshan, the main force of Hebul was almost wiped out. Since then, the grassland has no power to stop the conquest of the Jihad army.

These people, from the far west, went all the way to the Zhongjing Mansion.

Seeing the banner of the Great Song Army again, these young Uighurs were all joyful and encouraged.

Jihad successful?The Holy War has been won!

The clothes on his body were worn out, but the "Holy" plaque on his chest was well protected.

Everyone brandished knives and cheered loudly and celebrated, and their voices went straight to the sky.

This is a group of troops from the Uighur Yeqi tribe, headed by patriarch Su Da, who rode his horse to the front of the Song army, with tears rolling down his eyes.

"Where did we hit? Is this Bianliang?"

Seeing Zhang An's scalp tingle for a while, Shao Zai is too good at fooling around, and he has fooled this group of alien races.

Zhang An, a backward member who has no faith in the leader, faced the pious Uighur brothers, and hypocritically squeezed a few tears, saying: "Everyone has worked hard, this is Songzhou, and there is still some distance from Bianliang, please don't kill him." Right in the city, I will take you to meet him!"

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Yang Lin was also very surprised. He looked at the beggar-like Uighur soldiers in astonishment, and took a moment to react.

However, he did not act like he had just recognized them, but instead disguised his astonishment, and asked, "I calculated last night, you should have arrived yesterday, why are you a day late?"

Su Da knelt down on one knee and said: "You are really amazing. The last general and others built a bridge on a big river yesterday, but it was washed away halfway, so we had to make a detour."