In March of the seventh year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, the cold wind outside the pass was biting, and everything in the Central Plains revived, as if the spring breeze arrived overnight, and green buds appeared all over the mountains and fields.

A loess official road, smoke and dust soared into the air, but saw a fast horse galloping at lightning, and the knight on the horse was whipping his mount frantically.

The fast horse ran all the way, scaring the pedestrians on the road to avoid it. The young boy was angry and couldn't help but curse twice. However, before they could curse, the elder had already been kicked on his butt.

The elders not only kicked people, but also scolded them harshly, saying, "Your eyes are blind, Hong Ling dares to scold you even if you are anxious? This is an eight hundred miles fast rider, and it will be a waste of time to hit you to death."

The young boy suddenly stopped, but he couldn't help but feel curious. They grabbed the elders' arms and shouted that they wanted to tell the elders what Hong Ling was.

The elders gradually became proud and began to explain while taking the younger generations to the road. The Tang Dynasty was a system of military troops, with Guanlong ambushing soldiers accounting for 70%. Many people had served as soldiers and fought wars, so they had a deep understanding of the system in the military.

But I saw an old man in his fifties pushing a small car and pridefully said to a group of boys: "What do you ask about Hong Ling Hurry? Hong Ling Hurry is a fast riding horse in eight hundred miles. This is a way of sending messages in our Tang Dynasty. You can learn about the news from eight hundred miles away within one day."

As he said that, he stopped, pointed at the Hong Ling who had already left, and said, "Did you see the Hong Ling on the back of the urgent man?"

The young people nodded quickly and asked curiously around the cart: "What's the saying about him having a red feather on his back?"

The old man pushing the cart sighed and said, "The message that Hong Ling conveyed to him is 100,000 yuan. It can be unobstructed anywhere in our Tang Dynasty. When we go to the city and pass the pass, even if the city gate curfew has been closed at night, Hong Ling can still use Hong Ling to open the city gate. Even if we arrive at the imperial palace of Chang'an imperial capital, Hong Ling will still dare to ride a horse into the palace gate. If someone is killed on the road, it will be considered in vain if he hits him..."

The young people were shocked and said in surprise: "You are so unreasonable? How could our Tang Dynasty have such a rebellious messenger?"

"You guys know nothing!"

The old man pushing the cart suddenly became angry and shouted loudly: "This is a fast riding in the court for 800 miles. When the message is sent, the horses often stop. They convey the top priority. A little delay may kill many people. These messengers have a heavy responsibility. They are taking their lives to grab time. Do you little kids know that nine of the ten red feathers will be exhausted..."

A group of young people looked at each other and said a little disbelief: "I've exhausted myself to death? Are these red feathers so anxious that they are fools?"

The old man pushing the cart became even more angry, and suddenly he lost interest in explaining. He pushed the cart and walked forward angrily, obviously very dissatisfied with the group of young people.

The young people were puzzled and couldn't figure out what anger the elder was.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked up behind him, looking at the group of young people and sighed, "You have been born in a good year and have not experienced the suffering of our generation. You don't know what war disasters mean, nor what foreign invasions mean. So in your eyes, you don't care about military strategists, and you even feel that Hong Ling is exhausted to death, and you are a fool."

He said, shaking his head with a bitter smile, murmured softly, "You have lived too easily, and you have lost all your conscience."

The young man suddenly became dissatisfied and said whisperingly: "Uncle Tian, ​​why are you talking? Why are we living too easy? We farm every day, feed grain and sell it to Chang'an for sale. We still have to work during the slack farming period, and there are only a few comfortable days in the year..."

"Bah!"

The middle-aged man suddenly spat, and his saliva directly sprayed a young man's face.

He was still dissatisfied with the man after he finished squirting, and suddenly asked loudly: "Don't you live easily? Do you know what it means to starve to death? Do you farm and work every day to sell grain? Do you know that the food in the past was not enough to eat. What happened to the workplace during the slack farming period? Do you know that there was no place to do it before?"

He cursed for a long time, and said angrily: "It is because the situation has been better in the past few years, and you young boys are qualified to hang out. If we push forward for a few years, we ordinary people can't even afford salt."

A group of young people hid far away and felt that their elders were a little angry today.

Uncle Tian left them angrily, walked all the way and caught up with the old man who was pushing the cart in front of him. He suddenly whispered and said, "Uncle Fourth, don't be angry, these children are unaware of them, and they have never experienced those years, so it makes sense..."

The old man pushing the cart sighed and murmured: "Why did it mean that there was no such period? I have only had a few days of full meals? People don't know how to be grateful when they live. What's the difference between this and a beast? Our Guanlong is indeed rich now, but we cannot forget who made us so rich."

As he said that, he looked back at the group of young people and murmured, "If there were no various industries founded by the prince, how could we have the opportunity to live a wealthy life? If there were no prince who worked hard outside, how could we have the right to live a peaceful life? After fighting the Turks and attacking Liaodong, there was almost no rest in seven or eight years. However, our next generation was completely ungrateful and actually mocked his red feather for being anxious and seemed like a fool..."

The old man said this and he didn't say it anymore, and he was obviously very disappointed with his younger generations.

Uncle Tian grasped the sentence in his words and couldn't help but whisper: "Uncle Fourth, have you guessed the origin of the Hongling urgent envoy?"

The old man glanced at Uncle Tian and smiled and said, "From the east, it was lightning. Although he ran all the way, he didn't see any panic. Instead, he looked excited and proud. I'm afraid that there was a big victory in the east. Who can fight in the east? I can't think of anyone except our prince, the pillar..."

Uncle Tian was obviously excited and said hurriedly: "Uncle Fourth, can you confirm your guess?"

The old man pushing the cart laughed again and said to him firmly: "Don't forget you little thing. I was a scout when I was young. Although it was not Hong Ling's urgent envoy, I also knew the trick of Hong Ling's urgent envoy. When I reported the bad news, my face was as deep as water. When I reported the good news, my face was blushing. The anxious news just now was full of pride. He must have gone to Chang'an to report the victory."

"OK!"

Uncle Tian clenched his fists heavily and said happily from the bottom of his heart: "If Hong Ling is able to send out the emergency, the results of this battle will definitely be extraordinary."

He and the old man pushing the cart looked forward at the same time. Hong Ling was anxious to disappear at the end of the official road, but the two tried to look up, full of longing for guesses: "I don't know how many cities have been captured and how many Liaodong dogs have been killed."

The Tang Dynasty and Goguryeo had a life-and-death grudge, and even the peddlers and barons were hoping for great grudges to be repaid.

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