"Serving in the Song Dynasty...it's not like we have never thought about it. We considered it more than 20 years ago when the Jin Dynasty died."
Yang Guo stroked his knee, with memories in his eyes.
"That year, Brother Wenju and Brother Yu discussed the matter of crossing to the south..."
Li Xia asked: "Brother Wenju?"
"Bai Hua and Bai Wenju are the father of Bai Pu." Yang Guo sighed and said "Okay" to himself before continuing.
When he arrived in the south, he even called his old friend by name, but no one recognized him.
"Bai Hua and Yuan Yishan discussed the matter of crossing to the south, and Yishan wrote a poem: 'In my dream, spring returns to my hometown, and now I can see Bingzhou. The whole Jin Dynasty was not helpless in ancient times. After the chaos, the clear water flowed freely. How many clothes and clothes did I need to cross to the south?
People are here? Xishan Weifern rests for the rest of his life... I have been writing about Wenchang Mansion for ten years, and I am trying to convince myself that there are prisoners of Chu in China and Korea... Do you understand the meaning of the poem?"
Li Xia pondered: "What Mr. Yishan means is that he can still see his hometown now, but after crossing south, he will never return home. It is not that the Jin Dynasty cannot save the Central Plains, but he fled regardless of the people. He is willing to learn from Boyi and Shu Qi
, and end up observing the festival?"
Yang Guo nodded and sighed: "Looking at the history, if our Han people cannot establish a foothold in the Central Plains, they are called Nandu. No one who has crossed south has returned to the north. When the Nanliang was destroyed, Geng Xin wrote "Ode to the South of the Yangtze River"
", serve as a lesson for our generation."
Li Xia didn't know Geng Xin, so he looked a little puzzled.
"You, you should study more." Yang Guo sighed, "The Geng family is a family based on meritorious service. They served in the Zhou Dynasty and Han Dynasty, and followed the Jin Dynasty to the south. They established themselves for more than a hundred years. In the end, Nan Liang was destroyed and they were still reduced to
The prisoners below the steps, 'picking up the young and old, shutting down the river for many years. The contract between life and death is vast and cannot be questioned by heaven'... How tragic?
"It means that even if you cross south, sooner or later the Mongols will destroy your country and destroy your family? After all, they are all slaves who have subjugated their country, why should they leave their hometown?"
"Bai Hua didn't believe it at that time and said, 'Xu Shigeng believes in Jiangnan and Du Fu is happy to harvest Jibei'. He entrusted his son to Yishan and crossed south to join the Song Dynasty alone... He not only persuaded the Jin general Fan Yongji to join the Song Dynasty, but also went to
The letter invited Zhang Rou to join the Song Dynasty."
"Zhang Rou?"
"When Song and Mongolia joined forces to destroy the Jin Dynasty, Zhang Rou rebelled against the Jin Dynasty and defected to the Meng Dynasty. She joined forces with the Song general Meng Gong to attack Caizhou of the Jin state. Meng Gong once saved Zhang Rou's life on the battlefield... Later, the Mongolian and Song Dynasties broke up.
Bai Hua believed that Zhang Rou remembered Meng Gong's life-saving grace and might have rebelled against Meng Gong and defected to the Song Dynasty."
"Isn't this kindness enough to make Zhang Rounan return?"
"Yes, Zhang Rou believed it and laughed, 'Does the Song Dynasty dare to accept my man who started his career as a soldier?' This matter became a laughing stock."
Li Xia understood that this "laughing stock" might make Song Ting the laughing stock of the northerners. What Song Ting was most afraid of was this kind of person who supported his troops and arrogated himself.
Yang Guo shook his head and sighed: "Do you know what happened to Brother Wenju later?"
Li Xia said: "I heard from Mr. Bai Pu that the imperial court refused to accept Fan Yongji. General Meng knew that he was under suspicion and ended up with regrets."
"The death of Meng Gong is a pity." Yang Guo said: "In short, we Jin literati did not serve in the Song Dynasty twenty years ago, and it is even more impossible now."
Li Xia listened to the conversation between two scholars today and understood Yang Guo's mood.
He walked a few steps in the small hall, looked out the door, turned around and asked, "If Mr. Yang doesn't want to serve in the Song Dynasty, what if he joins my army and rebels?"
Yang Guo looked at Li Xia, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it dissipated after a while.
"Last year, you and I talked about restoring the Han family. Do you know what I thought at the time?"
"Mr. Yang wants to support Shi Tianze or Li Fen to cause trouble?"
Yang Guo asked back: "How is your power compared to these princes?"
"It's better for now."
Yang Guo sighed: "I'm not afraid that your power will be weak temporarily. What I'm afraid of is that you are a minister of Song Dynasty and have no chance to cause trouble."
Li Xia said: "I think success depends on people. Shi Tianze has no responsibility, and Li Fen has no long-term strategy. Although I am not talented, I think I am better than the two of them."
"The Song court cannot tolerate local forces."
"I am confident of influencing the situation of the court. Let's put it this way, I have mastered the key to the phase battle in the next few years. Moreover, I live in the southwest border area, and the court cannot touch it."
"Really? How big is the territory now?" Yang Guo asked casually.
Li Xia took out the map and pointed roughly.
"Please see, Mr. Yang, I want to build a city here, called Zhaotong Prefecture...this is Weining City...Junlian Prefecture...Qingfu County..."
Although Yang Guo had heard of the southwest terrain, he had never seen it with his own eyes. Seeing the city on the map, he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Six hundred miles of mountains and rivers are all in your hands? One prefecture, two states and one county?!"
"Although there are still some mountain people who are not convinced, it shouldn't be difficult to subdue them."
"This... Li Fen's territory in Shandong is only slightly larger than yours."
"That's different. In the southwest, the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous."
Yang Guo kept stroking his beard, but there was still a look of horror in his eyes, and he murmured: "I have never seen mountains before, Shanxi is also mountainous. No matter how desolate the southwest is, it is not a small territory..."
"It looks like it's not small, but the population is a bit smaller."
"The Northland is also sparsely populated."
Li Xia was silent.
Shanxi does have mountains, but it also has many basins, which are completely incomparable with the border areas of Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou.
No matter how much Yang Guo had heard about the ruggedness of the southwest, it was obvious that he couldn't imagine what these six hundred miles of mountains and rivers were like without seeing them with his own eyes.
Anyway, I have said everything that needs to be said, and I didn’t mean to deceive Yang Guo.
"One prefecture, two states and one county... Six hundred miles of dangerous mountains and rivers... Connected to Bashu in the north, Dali in the Nantong, and along the upper reaches of the Yangtze River... Feiyu is far better than I expected."
"Mr. Yang has really seen me, so don't be disappointed."
Yang Guo's expression suddenly dimmed, and he asked solemnly: "I'm asking you, are you trying to trick me into helping you become the king of the Southwest?"
"It's not the king of the southwest, it's the unification of rivers and mountains."
It was ridiculous and arrogant, but Li Xia said it so calmly.
Yang Guo asked again: "Do you really have the intention to regain the rivers and mountains?"
Li Xia looked more solemn and said: "When I go north this year, the thoughts of the younger generation are different from last year. The word 'recovery' is not only the achievement of one person, but it is the destiny of tens of millions of people in the Central Plains and their descendants."
He didn't know what to say, but in his mind he thought of the increasingly intensifying conflicts between the northerners and the southerners, the endless sadness of the northerners being homeless and countryless, and the constant fear and uneasiness of the southerners.
Just like the two scholars I saw today...Yuan Haowen, who was born in the Jin Kingdom, served as an official and mourned for money, and was accused of being a traitor by the Song people. Is it a shame? Is it the shame of Yuan Haowen, or the Zhao and Song Dynasties?
shame?
Yue Fei's poem goes like this: "The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed?"
When Meng Gong destroyed the Jin Dynasty, the entire Song Dynasty began to shout "Jingkang's shame has been wiped out!"
But looking at Li Xia, he felt even more ashamed.
Is it avenging the shame of a group of people to enslave the people who once ruled them?
The Jin Kingdom was destroyed, and the northerners would rather return to Mongolia than to the Song Dynasty. Can this be called avenging shame?
Do northerners really want to live under Mongolian rule?
How can it be so embarrassing that so many people are living worse than pigs and dogs, but they still refuse and cannot return to their motherland?
After resurrecting his life, Li Xia really couldn't see the dignity of northerners, nor did he see any dignity of southerners...
Where is the dignity of the northerners? In Shi Tianze's "I haven't eaten a grain of Song Dynasty millet", or in Zhang Rou's "I support the soldiers and start my career"? It is just a knife in the hands of the Mongolian people that can be discarded at any time, killing the compatriots.
, and then comfort yourself with rhetoric?
Where is the dignity of the southerners? In Yue Fei's "The sky is clear, the sky is clear", or in Meng Gong's "Thirty years to clean up the Central Plains, the current ambition cannot be repeated"? Then the people who survived pointed to everyone in the north.
Calling the country a traitor?
Even if Li Xia, a later generation, was in it and watched it with cold eyes, he would still feel sad and heartbroken.
"Mr. Yang, last year you and I talked about regaining the rivers and mountains. Now that we meet again, what we should talk about is... you and I regain the rivers and mountains."
Yang Guo looked up at Li Xia and could see the determination in his eyes.
Although they didn't chat much, Yang Guo could feel that the young man in front of him was much more determined than Shi Tianze, Li Fen and other princes.
"well!"
"The Song Dynasty will not accept people returning from the north, I will."
"I only hope that there will be a day in this life when I can return home."
"As long as Mr. Yang lives to be eighty years old, you and I will return to Shanxi."
"It's been too long, it's been too long..."
"When I get it, Mr. Yang will live a long life."
"I still feel like I've been tricked by you. I'm a white wolf with nothing... Speaking of which, do you really have a mansion, two states and one county?"
"Six hundred miles of mountains and rivers, Yang Gong can tell at a glance..."