Since the demise of the Turks, Yunzhou is no longer considered a border state, and there are not even many foreigners from outside the Great Wall. However, this does not mean that there are many Han people here. On the contrary, due to geographical and historical reasons, the population here is sparsely populated, plus several
After ten years of fierce fighting between the Central Plains dynasty and the Turks, Dingxiang could be said to be quite dilapidated.
As one of the important towns in the northern border, most of what remains are military fortresses. In fact, there are no dilapidated villages to be found here.
After all, the entire grassland now belongs to the empire, and Dingxiang already belongs to the "Northern Central Plains" to a certain extent.
Thinking about the vast land in the north of Yinshan Mountain and the major governor's offices, Dingxiang is definitely not a barbaric land.
"Wild land!" Yang Sijian and several brothers brought their family and emigrated to Dingxiang under the escort of the court. Looking at the vast wasteland with nothing in it, Yang Sijian was dumbfounded.
He had never seen such a desolate place in his life.
He and his family will live here for the rest of their lives.
Is this possible?
Yang Sijian, who had been industrious since childhood, had serious doubts and confusion about whether he could survive.
"Brother, should we build a house first?" the second brother Yang Sizhen asked in confusion.
Build a house?
The remaining third child, Yang Sizhi, and the fourth child, Yang Sizhao, had black question marks popping up on their heads.
Do we do it ourselves?
What a joke!
Forget about building a house, okay? They can't even just plow the fields.
"It seems so." Yang Sijian looked at the families in the distance who had also been confiscated and exiled and began to dig up the soil in full swing. He had to admit that it seemed like he really wanted to build a house by himself.
"You...who can?" Yang Sijian hesitated and asked several brothers.
Yang Sizhen and others shook their heads.
"Won't?"
"Brother, who can do this?" Yang Sizhi said awkwardly.
Yang Sizhao was the youngest. Seeing his brothers at a loss, he couldn't help but cry.
"Ha ha ha ha."
People passing by who were suffering from the same disease began to mock him.
"Are you weaned? Scholars are exiled. Do you think they are here to collect news?"
"Oh, how pitiful. It looks like he is a young master."
"What's wrong, young master? I'm not a young master!"
"Stop saying a few words. It's already like this. Why are we comparing ourselves?"
It was noisy, and from time to time someone would ridicule the brothers. Before, they would have used their fists to teach each other to be a new person.
But now, let’s pull it down.
"Fourth, stop crying!" Yang Sizhen scolded.
The more he talked, the more intense Yang Sizhao cried, and finally he started to cry loudly, howling, and crying for help.
Yang Sijian cursed in his heart, "Yeah, I'm dead. How can I save you?"
"Shut up!" A burly man was upset by Yang Sizhao's crying. He stepped forward in two or three steps, ready to teach Yang Sizhao a lesson.
Just as the four brothers were preparing for the attack, an arrow missed and shot the big man to death on the spot.
"Whoa!"
The sturdy man screamed and fell to the ground.
In the distance, several horses were approaching.
The leader was none other than Duke Runguo, Shi Wanxuandao, the governor-general of Dingxiang.
"What are you looking at? Mind yourselves!" Zhang Mazi shouted, and all the onlookers dispersed immediately.
Can't afford to offend.
Wan Xuandao stopped his horse in front of the four brothers and looked at them condescendingly.
"From the Yang Xu family?"
Yang Sijian had some experience and knew the identity of the person in front of him. He held up his hands and said, "I am Yang Sijian, my father's eldest son. This is the second brother Yang Sizhen, the third brother Yang Sizhi, and the fourth brother Yang Sizhao."
"Well, that's right." After Yang Sijian's introduction, Wan Xuandao nodded, immediately got off his horse, stepped forward, and said: "Later, connect your family volume to Dingxiang City. I have already done it for you.
You have arranged a house. However, it is not given to you, but is just a temporary shelter for you. If you want to settle down here, you have to cultivate the land yourself or build a house. Remember your identity,
You are the family members of criminals, forget your past identity and glory, and start over here."
"Wan Changshi, can we use the money to hire people to build a house?" Yang Sijian asked.
Zhang Mazi sneered, "Tsk, after all, he is the son of a big family. He knows that he is not good before he even starts working. Yes, he is self-aware."
Wan Xuandao glared at him and then looked at Yang Sijian, "It's up to you. I promise Mr. Yang to take care of you. If anything happens, just send someone to Dingxiang City to find me."
"Thank you, Lord Wan!"
"That's it." Wan Xuandao turned around and rode away.
"Who is he?" Yang Sizhi asked.
Yang Sijian said: "Chief Shi of the Dingxiang Governor's Office, Wan Xuandao, Duke of Runguo, is your Majesty's uncle. When he came, my uncle told me that he would find someone to take care of us, and it seems that this person is him."
"Then we don't have to build houses and cultivate fields?" Yang Sizhen asked.
Yang Sijian hesitated and said, "I don't know, it depends on whether we have other livelihoods."
The Yang family members who were sent into exile this time were from Yang Xu's branch. The other Hongnong Yang family members were not executed in any way.
After all, Yang Xu's group is not the main sect, and if they are touched, the Hongnong Yang family will not have much reaction. At most, they will just complain that Li Zhiyun is not emotional.
Half an hour later, the four brothers received their family papers, entered Dingxiang City, and moved into the house arranged for them by Wan Xuandao. There were no maids, no followers, and no delicacies. Everything had to be done by themselves.
For the first time, Yang Sijian tasted the hardships of life and felt the beatings from society.
In just two days, someone in the family fell ill and couldn't bear it. Thanks to Wan Xuandao who called in a doctor, the disaster was averted.
In the dirty and messy room, Yang Sijian's four brothers sat in a row and discussed family matters.
"Yes, you have offended the emperor and have been killed. We are no longer descendants of the Hongnong Yang family. From now on, I hope you can forget the past and maintain this small family with me. I have received a letter from my uncle. Soon
, he will find someone to come and help us." Yang Sijian touched the cracked tiger's mouth and said to the brothers.
"Will you help us farm?" Yang Sizhen looked dejected.
He has been going crazy these past two days. He has to do everything by himself, starting fires to cook, cleaning the house, and it is really hard for him to adapt for a while.
"I don't know either." Yang Sijian smiled bitterly: "Maybe it's other livelihoods, maybe it's helping them reclaim land. In short, we have no choice, right? If we don't work hard to survive, there is only death waiting for us."
"But I want to go back to Hongnong." Yang Sizhen said, "Really."
"I want to, too," Yang Sijian replied, then coldly extinguished his hope and said, "But without His Majesty's consent, if we go back like this, we will be resisting the decree, and the result will be death. If you are not afraid of death, you can try to go back, and I won't stop you.
"
Who doesn’t want to go back?
He, Yang Sijian, doesn't want to leave this barbaric land, but does he have any choice?
From the moment Ye Ye lost his life, he forced himself to grow up, and even forced himself to be strong in facing his family. If he gave up, what would his family do?
The brothers were silent.
Yang Sizhi covered his face and whispered: "The Queen is from our Hongnong Yang family, why doesn't she save us?"
"I don't know." Yang Sijian interrupted them a little irritably, and then said: "From now on, our brothers are united. The first step is to survive here. As for the rest, we will consider it later."