The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 671

The development of Liaodong alone may require decades of continuous improvement, and even the efforts of several generations.

In addition, there is also the Southwest, where large-scale land reform is about to be carried out, and it is necessary to build cities, build roads, and improve transportation.

Not to mention the establishment of the five capitals, and the construction of the new capital after the capital was moved would require a lot of manpower.

This would have to join hands with schools in various places today. If recruiting by the ranks, it would also need to cooperate with the Ministry of War and the Privy Council. It would be a headache to think about it.

Whether to allow the development of the people, survival of the fittest, or complete control by the imperial court is the problem I most want to solve at the moment.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin recalled the old adage, when in doubt, ask Cai Jing...

It's time to return to Bianliang!

When you go, the power is all over the world, and when you go back, you will wear a yellow robe.

The lobby of the government office in Shenyang Mansion has been built, and Yang Lin summoned the officials and generals here.

Those who can come are all important ministers, or less relatives, and everyone has a premonition that something big will happen.

Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Yang Lin stood up and coughed lightly.

The lobby suddenly became quiet, and everyone raised their eyes to look at Yang Lin.

"Everyone, it is up to the soldiers of the three armies to use their lives, and the military officials have taken care. Now the Liao land is flat. We have conquered such a vast territory, but we cannot leave it alone and let another strong captive go south."

"Since we want to manage it, it must be the same as the Central Plains. I plan to set up two provinces here to divide the boundaries between Changchun and Shenti. I will make a careful decision in the future. Now, I will use Hutongjiang and Changbai Mountains as the boundaries. Zongze Ren The governor of the two provinces, the troops and horses of the troops were put under the control of Wu Jie; Wu Jie was the governor of the two provinces, and he was in charge of the soldiers and horses left here; Yao Pingzhong led his troops back to Datong and guarded Yunnei; the troops and horses of the northwest tribes reported their merits Register in the register and return to their respective household registration places."

Han Shizhong listened for a long time, but without his own name, he couldn't help asking: "Young master..."

Yang Lin glared at him, and said, "Han Shizhong was relieved of the post of Generalissimo of Hebei Youyan Army. This is a temporary position and will not be established in the future. Hebei and Youyan soldiers and horses are under the management of the local governors."

After finishing speaking, he pointed at Han Shizhong and said, "Follow me back to Bianliang and listen to it."

Han Shizhong was ecstatic. At this moment, he had already started to think about where to order his desks, chairs and benches in the Privy Council, and what materials he wanted.

His generals were also very happy, since then the Privy Council has a backing.

"We defeated the Jurchen Tartars and destroyed the Kingdom of Jin, but we have not yet reached the point where the swords and soldiers have been put into storage and the horses have been released on Nanshan. No matter how many tribes here, they have not completely surrendered, Wu Jie!"

"The end is here."

"You guard here, and you must not have the benevolence of a woman. Always remember one sentence, those who disregard the orders of the court will be punished for treason."

Wu Jie accepted the order with fists folded, and Yang Lin nodded. These two brothers are his own relatives, one is in the Northeast and the other is in the South China Sea.

Is there any risk?There are, but sometimes you have to employ people without being suspicious, and if you are suspicious, you don’t use them, otherwise you will be suspicious of everything, and big things will always be caused by this.

After everything was arranged, on the second day, Yang Lin brought the guards of the Longevity Battalion, the soldiers of the Imperial Army of the Beijing Battalion, as well as Han Shizhong, Yang Ziqian and others, back to Beijing in a mighty way.

This time, the people along the way all stopped to watch these soldiers.

Especially the Hebei area of ​​Youyan, which has been ruled and plundered by foreign races for hundreds of years, has finally seen the revival of the Han dynasty and the complete appeasement of the northern border.

There is no food, no jug, no cheering, leaning against tree trunks or fences, only those old people who have experienced border chaos and wars wipe away their dirty tears in the wind.

Chapter 744 It's Like a Holiday

The Baiyu River, which has long since thawed, is running fast.

During the autumn flood, the blue waves are flying and rolling away.

The river is long and mighty going southward. On the pontoon bridges on both sides, Yang Lin looked at the tumbling blue waves, as if all traces had been wiped out. Princes, generals, rivers and lakes, the grass and grass, all turned into nothingness with the passage of time.

In the desolate wilderness of the northern border, perhaps only this world, only these mountains and rivers, is the eternal existence.

Wanyan Aguda, a name he memorizes by heart, Yang Lin has never seen him once, but he has personally sent him into this torrent, and he has been washed away.

As the leader of a small tribe, he was a Jurchen hero, but for the Liao and Song people, he was an out-and-out disaster.

For this land, Jurchen is an outright catastrophe just like earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, and plagues.

Their rise has brought slaughter, slavery and brutal regression.

When barbarism defeated civilization, there were broken corpses everywhere. Human beings, a species that finally gave birth to intelligence, briefly returned to the society where the weak preyed on the strong by force.

Yang Lin expanded his chest, breathed out a foul breath, and said loudly: "Crossing the Liao River, we will go to Xianyang for five thousand miles. When I came here, my parents knew that they were separated from each other, and they wore heavy clothes as if they were sending them to death. There are also bones returning to Xianyang, and each family will share with them." The title of the hometown.

When the body is on the day of no return, Zhuma looks at the Liaoshui River.

This place is the starting point for us to turn from defense to offense. There are many fortresses on both sides of the river. From here, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty went straight to Huanglong, wiped out the Tartars, and created peace for hundreds of generations.I only hope that the soldiers who died in battle will still know how to cross this river and return home when their souls return.Baiyu River has since been renamed Yingling River. "

It was soon recorded by officials, and then it was engraved in stone to make a stele, and the place name was changed.

As if feeling Yang Lin's sadness, Zhe Huanxiang held his arm and said softly, "If you win the Jurchens, you won't have to fight anymore. If you don't fight, you won't die."

Xu Yuenu sneered, and said: "Without the Jurchens, there will be other Tartars. They are very bad, and they refuse to grow crops. If they have nothing to eat, they will come to grab them."

"It's so shameless!" Zhe Huanxiang didn't have any knowledge of a general's daughter, and all her talents were focused on her figure and appearance.One can't help but wonder, how could such a top-quality vase be raised by the Zhe family that once came from the old matriarch of the Yang family.

Yang Lin chuckled, "It's impossible not to fight, and it's impossible for people to die."

But he doesn't intend to explain it to his beloved pet. If he can explain one thing clearly to a woman, unless the woman already understands or is interested in it, it will be more difficult than going to heaven.

Flicking the cloak, Yang Lin took them, boarded the carriage, and said loudly: "Lu Qian, set off and return to Bianliang!"

Zhe Huanxiang cheered, and got into the carriage with Yang Lin on her arm. Her daughter had already been taken by maids and women, and was escorted to Bianliang by Xujiazhuang. She hadn't seen her for so many days, and she really missed her.

Lying in the carriage, the exhausted Yang Lin already missed Bianliang very much.

After this big battle, in a short time, I shouldn't have such a hard time anymore.

With his hands resting on the back of his head, Yang Lin crossed his legs in the car and said with a smile, "I don't need to do the next thing myself."

His original intention was that his subordinates should make it clear for him about the Zen seat.

But Xu Yuenu and Zhe Huanxiang looked at each other, blushed, pushed down his upturned Erlang legs, and rode up one after the other.

Yang Lin quickly waved his hand and said, "What is it? What is this? I said, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that..."

Bianliang City began to sweep the gates early in the morning, and the trees in the suburbs were wrapped with red silk. Countless people took to the streets, preparing tables, chairs, snacks and drinks, waiting to welcome the soldiers to triumph.

As more and more victories were fought, the people greeted the soldiers with a complete set of procedures, just like coming to a festival from time to time.

More than a month ago, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yang Shaozai defeated Jurchen in the ancient city of Dalu outside Huanglong Mansion, and destroyed the mighty Dajin Empire.

Since then, there were no more captives in the north, and the good news came. The Kaifeng people who had been aggrieved for a hundred years celebrated the most solemn Mid-Autumn Festival.

The gorgeous fireworks illuminated Tokyo like daytime, and everyone's faces were beaming.