Hundreds of Longyou veterans who were left behind on Longju Island felt refreshed after putting on neat and dry clothes.
It really echoes the old saying - a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle, no matter how clever the Buddha is, he polishes it!
"Brother Lin, what are your next plans?"
Li Kuo followed Lin Feng and said slowly.
"Well, we should go back to Longyou first. After all, that is our home!"
Lin Feng clenched his fists and sighed. It's not the case, it shouldn't be. It was the hometown where he was born and raised. How could he just let go of it?
"Okay, if the brothers are willing, I will recommend it to Marshal Ge Shuhan and register you all as soldiers again!"
Li Kuo smiled slightly, broke off a wild wormwood stick beside the road, and knitted it casually.
"Oh." Lin Feng replied somewhat absentmindedly.
"Of course, if you don't want to live a life of licking blood from the knife edge, I will never force you to do it!"
Lin Feng was silent for a moment. From the first moment he saw this young man, he felt a warmth from the bottom of his heart. In the past few days, whether it was taking care of everyone's food and clothing, or caring for the brothers' daily life,
His unabashed concern left them in awe.
Longyou men admire real men the most. If you treat me with sincerity, I will respect you 30%.
Lin Feng understands these principles, but if he is asked to join the army, he really feels guilty in his heart.
Besides, even if he, Lin Feng, risked his life and returned to the army, how many Pao Ze would follow him? Isn't their heart broken to the core?
"If you all want to take off your armor and return to the fields, I will ask the commander to allocate a portion of rice and grain as a gift to you. It is not for anything else, just so that you can take out the horizontal sword on your waist and guard your family when the Hulu troops approach the city!"
Li Kuo spoke every word with sincerity.
"General, please stop talking. Besides, I, Old Lin, really don't know what to do with myself!" Lin Feng lowered his head in shame and stopped walking.
Li Kuo spread his hands and said, "Okay, then let's talk about the land reclamation." The young man changed the subject and said calmly: "Even if this food is planted immediately, it will only be harvested for one season at most. The climate in Qinghai is cold, so compared to
Not in Qinzhong, but it's barely enough." The young man frowned slightly and said, "It's just that fresh water has become a problem. I wonder if Brother Lin knows where to draw river water?"
"There is no river water, but general, I know there is a spring in the center of Longju Island!" Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and said loudly.
"So, God has indeed blessed me in the Tang Dynasty!" The young man clenched his fists and stared at the stacks of green mountains in the distance.
.....
At dusk, more than a dozen fast horses galloped on the official road from Chang'an, Xijing, to Shanzhou, Longyou.
The breeze blew across the cheeks of the people on horseback, causing pain. Everyone said that the gentle breeze in late spring warms the heart. Orioles fly in the grass, and the southern swallows fly lightly. In Jiangnan, it is pleasant. But in Longxi, even in late spring, the gentle breeze is still warm.
It's a bit sharp.
The person walking at the head of the team is a middle-aged man about forty years old. He is wearing a scarlet round-neck robe. He has long black flowing hair and a well-proportioned and slender figure. He has a three-inch short beard on his cheeks as white as mutton-fat jade.
, Shi Shiran looked like a famous scholar. The rest of the people were all wearing brown-yellow light military shirts, with curved bows and horizontal swords tied to their waists. Their murderous aura forced pedestrians on the roadside to step away.
"Master Song, we will reach the inn not far away, why don't we rush there and spend the night!" (Note 1)
A man who looked like a captain of the imperial army hugged the middle-aged man and asked loudly for instructions.
"Well, that's fine. We have the emperor's mandate, so we shouldn't waste time on the road." The middle-aged man stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Everyone, please work harder and rush to Jimingyi to rest!"
The captain of the Forbidden Army shouted at the top of his lungs, then whipped his horse whip fiercely and followed the official named Song towards the west.
...
After riding for about two hours, the group finally arrived at Jiming Post before dark. The Jiming Post was built on a plain, only a dozen steps away from the official road. The entire post was made of bluestone.
It covers an area of more than ten acres and looks quite majestic from a distance.
"Where is the Yi Cheng, come out quickly! The imperial envoy is coming, why don't you come out quickly to greet him!"
The captain of the imperial army had a fiery temper and said with a Beijing accent.
"Alas, alas, the humble position is here, here it is." A green-robed official crookedly walked out of the inn, echoing incessantly. Although he was also wearing a blue official robe, this robe was worn on him.
But he completely lost the majesty and joy of the official named Song. His balsam pear face was full of sadness, and no matter how majestic his clothes were, he looked down upon them.
"Why, do you look down on my brothers or think that we are of low rank and are not worthy of living in your inn? To tell you the truth, this is Lord Song Hun Song, the imperial envoy who bears the sacred mandate. If you don't want to pack up and get out, please be smarter!
"(Note 2)
The captain of the Forbidden Army gave Yi Cheng a hard look and gave a stern warning.
"What did you say? Didn't I receive a notice from the imperial court? Even if you neglected someone, you wouldn't dare to neglect an imperial envoy even if you are in a humble position, right?" Yi Cheng was extremely cautious, fearing that he might offend someone if he said something wrong.
The other person is angry.
"Hey, you have to be merciful and merciful, Yuan Huang, don't blame him." Song Hun waved his hand and started to make peace.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" The Yi Cheng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, which made Song Hun laugh out loud.
Under the guidance of the Yi Cheng, a group of people came to their wing. During the Kaiyuan Tianbao period, the functional division of the post was very clear. The complete post included three parts: post, station, and shop. The post was where the government received guests and arranged government supplies.
The transportation organization. The station is an organization that delivers important documents and military information, and is exclusively used by the military system. The station is led by local departments, states, and county governments and is responsible for the delivery of official documents and letters. The delivery station is used to deliver official documents. Between states and counties.
All official documents are delivered by couriers.
According to the grade specifications of the two of them, Yi Cheng assigned them the most luxurious Tianzihao dormitories. The other soldiers lived in lower-level Herringbone dormitories. In fact, this has exceeded the specifications of ordinary soldiers. But as the saying goes
It's good to say that when a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain why. Yi Cheng doesn't want to make trouble and get into trouble with the sergeant, let alone the arrogant and domineering imperial army!
After entering the building, Chen Lihuang closed the door, walked slowly to the desk and said in a deep voice: "Sir Song, I think there is something wrong in that Yi Cheng's heart! So many of us came here on horseback, and he actually made excuses.
Say you can’t hear it? As an adult, I can definitely punish him for contempt of the emperor!"
"Why are you bothering? Many friends and many roads, many enemies and many walls. Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river. Who knows what the days will be like in the future? Don't push people to rush in everything.
Giving others something to think about also leaves a way out for yourself." Song Hun lightly stroked his beard and said calmly.
"But..." Chen Lihuang was about to argue, but his ears twitched, and light footsteps sounded outside the house.
"Who is it? Come in!"
Seeing that the man was unmoved, Chen Lihuang rushed to the door in a few steps and dragged the eavesdropper into the room. When he saw that the person in front of him was actually a Taoist priest, he couldn't help but frown secretly.
The Taoist priest was wearing homespun cotton clothes, and his eyes were a little dull. After seeing Chen Lihuang, he instinctively shrank back.
Chen Lihuang was obviously very impatient with him, so he simply put his saber on the Taoist priest's neck, with two terrifying glares in his eyes: "I don't know why you came to eavesdrop on our conversation, but you must not want to try this.
He has a sharp mouth and a sharp sword. Who ordered you to come? Tell me quickly!"
This Taoist priest was obviously a small role hired by others, and he did not want to die for a little money. Under the intimidation of the military master in front of him, he knelt down and shouted loudly: "Hero, spare your life, hero, spare your life." Xiaodao was in the house a few days ago.
I was reading scriptures at the Taoist temple in Jinjiling nearby. A wealthy donor came to ask for a fortune. After Xiaodao drew the fortune for him, he gave Xiaodao a piece of silver and asked Xiaodao to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two believers. Xiaodao knew that he was wrong and asked for help.
Please spare my life, good man." This Taoist priest obviously had no backbone, and under Chen Lihuang's coercion, he told everything he knew. (Note 3)
Chen Lihuang glanced at the Taoist priest with disdain and said angrily: "Who is that donor's name and where does he live?"
The Taoist priest thought he could escape and ascend to heaven after answering, but he didn't know that this military master was not easy to mess with, so he burst into tears. "This good believer doesn't know anything. How can he take the initiative to ask the donor if he is in our line of work?"
As for my name, I just took other people's money to do things for them. I really don't know anything, so just go around me."
"Let him go!"
Chen Lihuang hesitated for a moment. Seeing what Song Hun said, he also knew that he could not get any useful information from the Taoist priest, so he kicked the old Taoist's body and shouted "Go away". The Taoist priest rolled around as if he had been granted amnesty.
Those who crawl will escape from the room.
"Why did you let him go!" Chen Lihuang was indignant and puzzled. In his opinion, this imperial envoy, Lord Song, was too "Bodhisattva-hearted". But he had received the holy order and had to escort him all the way to Longyou. This imperial envoy was gentle and gentle.
His temper is really annoying.
Song Hun didn't think much about it. He coughed lightly and said with a smile: "I think Yuan Huang is worrying too much. We rode lightly and Jian followed all the way. Others only thought that I was an insignificant person. Who would care about me? I
It seems that the Taoist priest has found the wrong person and is just talking nonsense after being frightened by you." He paused and said: "Besides, have you forgotten what we are here to do? The situation in the Longyou battle affects the whole body.
Is this the time to care about personal interests? As for if he wants to eavesdrop, just let him go. We haven't talked about anything shameful, so why are we still afraid of others gossiping? "
The gaze in Song Hun's eyes became more and more intense, and he looked northwest closely.
There had been riots in Chang'an where hungry people were snatching rice. The saint was worried. The battle of Hehuang could not be dragged on under any circumstances.
Note 1: Song Hun, a minister of the Tang Dynasty. He was from Nanhe, Xingzhou (now part of Hebei Province). He was the fourth son of Song Jing, a famous prime minister in the Tang Dynasty. He was good to Li Linfu and was recommended by him as an admonishment official. Later, he was involved in corruption and was exiled to Lingnan. He was pardoned.
After returning, he was illegal again and was exiled. During the reign of Emperor Daizong, he paid homage to the prince You Yude, but he did not take up the post and died in Jiangling.
Note 2: Post station: In ancient times, a post station was a place where people who conveyed palace documents and military intelligence or officials could board, stay, and exchange horses on their way. During the Sui and Tang dynasties, the post station experienced unprecedented development, and the post station system at this time had been basically perfected. Mainly
They are divided into water stations and land stations. There are 260 water stations and 1,297 stations in the country. Each land station is divided into six classes: the first-class post is equipped with 20 postmen, the second-class post is equipped with 15 postmen, and the third-class and below
Decreasingly, the last and sixth-class postmen have two to three postmen. The water post is also divided into three classes according to whether the post is busy or busy: the water post is equipped with 12 postmen when the service is busy, and the postman is nine when it is busy.
Gengxianshui Station is equipped with six postmen.
Note 3: Good believer: a Taoist term for ordinary people. Donor: same as Buddhism, mainly for people who have given charity.
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