There will be a village, village, fort, and village and village behind each fortress in Shaanxi. However, the literal meanings are different, and the meanings are definitely different. The village is made of stone, with rammed earth as walls and villages as walls. This is the most primitive difference. But to the back, the three are gradually confused, especially villages and villages. If there is a difference, it is the difference between civilians and military. Some villages are specially used for military purposes, while others have many people living in them, and there are many commercial areas, such as Qingjian City in the northeast of Yanzhou. At this time, commercial civilians are more than military purposes.

Zhao'anzhai is located on the front line, but not on the front line, but also in the middle between the Baoan Army and Yanzhou. This is an era of low speed and efficiency. For example, it takes seven or eight roads to get from Yanzhou to the Baoan Army, which is more than 200 miles a day, and a journey of thirty miles a day. That is, the average clumsy caravan only travels thirty miles a day, so it takes seven or eight days to get there for just about 200 miles.

Therefore, it is necessary to replenish supplies in Zhao'an Village, so there are some inns, restaurants, and other shops.

Some stopped to rest, but some continued to move forward overnight in the moonlight, especially those caravans that could not be exposed.

Wang Ju was waiting quietly outside the east gate of the village.

Looking at the lights in the village, the three of them were a little sleepy.

I'm so tired that I haven't closed my eyes since yesterday morning.

However, the two women saw Wang Ju buy some buns in the village and poured water with water bags, so they asked the coachman to drive a car out of Zhao'an Village, but they never spoke.

Wang Ju laughed: "Two ladies, you know the hardships in the world."

The young woman smiled slightly.

The child said she shouldn't run outside without knowing the height of the world.

But when she arrived here, she was slightly calm and she had an indescribable temperament when she made every move.

Maybe this is the aristocratic style of Shenma. Wang Ju laughed at himself in his heart. Suddenly, he said: "Let's go."

The convoy winds out of Zhao'anzhai, and there are not many cargoes on the car. I don't know what to load, but the speed will be very fast.

Wang Ju instructed the coachman to hang behind the convoy.

Someone noticed the convoy, but when they saw that they were an old man, two women, and a half-year-old boy, they didn't pay attention. Even because the clothes of several people were a little torn and dirty, they thought they were a family.

The two women looked at each other, and there was a look of regret in their eyes. The corner of the beggar's mouth moved, but the young woman shook her head and signaled her not to speak.

"Miss Zhao, you rest, I will rest too, my lover, you will stay for the first half of the night, I will stay for the second half of the night, and by the way, Xia Wengweng will also rest for a while."

The depressed look in Yao'er's eyes became even stronger, and the corners of her mouth opened, as if she was silent. If we were like this that day, even if we were running at night, nothing would happen.

Wang Ju ignored their mentality and fell down and fell asleep.

The young woman said: "He is still a child."

"It's a little monster."

The two women chuckled softly at the same time.

"Dian...madam, you should rest too."

The young woman nodded and slept with her clothes. The lover sat in the car and looked at the mountains and hills under the vast moonlight.

Among the mountains and hills, several black shadows were also staring at them.

"The boy fell asleep, should he go up?" one of them asked.

"No, haven't you seen the convoy ahead?"

"What should I do?"

"Hou San, you should go back to the village immediately to report to the leader of Yu. Shui Lao Er, you should suffer some hardships and follow them, and don't lose them."

"They're sitting in the ox cart."

"I'll give you money. You can buy a donkey in Zhao'an Village and follow it."

"It's so late, where can I buy a donkey?"

"With money, can't this be done?"

Another dusk is coming.

The ox cart finally arrived in Yanzhou City. Although it was only a hundred or dozens of miles away, the speed was already very fast. Of course, there was one thing that would be faster, several times faster, but where to get a horse, and even few people would not ride it.

Wang Ju stared at Baota Mountain.

The red holy land.

I remembered it for a while, but things had changed a lot. He looked at the city defense on the mountain, with city walls and towers, almost completely built on the top of the mountain to form a solid defense outside Yanzhou. In ancient times, how much manpower and material resources would be spent to build them?

Suddenly he thought of an animal, a turtle!

At this moment, Zhao Niannu suddenly fell down and took care of his clothes. As far away, as if the two of them were snuggling together, waves of a woman's fragrant body fragrance continued to flow into Wang Ju's nose.

"Miss Zhao, what are you doing?"

"Don't make a sound, I saw an acquaintance."

"Does there be your acquaintance in Yanzhou?" Wang Ju immediately sat upright... This means that this Miss Zhao was lying!

"I will tell you in the future."

However, the soldiers at the city gate had already been released, and Zhao Niannu sat up.

Wang Ju continued to stare at her.

"Brother, please don't worry, I have saved my life. I will repay you Mingzhu. I will not have any malice to you."

However, Wang Ju then became suspicious again.

Under the guidance of Zhao Niannu, the old man Xia, who was driving the car, came to an inn. An uncle (mate) looked at them in surprise: "Miss Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

"Something happened." Zhao Niannu quickly went in and withdrew a loyal amount of money to Old Man Xia, and Wang Ju also went in immediately. There were people from Zhu Qing's home in the city.

There was indeed a little maid inside, but she was lying in the room and cried.

"Yun'er, don't cry anymore."

"Yes, palace...madam." If the word "dian" is written, Wang Ju will be suspicious, but he only spit out one word "dian" and quickly took it back, which Wang Ju did not expect.

"You guys change your clothes, I'll go out to find a carriage."

"Don't be rude to the palace... the lady," the Yun'er shouted.

When the second hall was spit out, Wang Ju finally wondered what kind of "electricity" was this hall?

They only had a night of rest, and at the fifth day of the next day, the four of them set off again. It turned out that Wang Ju was still preparing to explain, but the young woman was very assigned to each other and didn't ask.

"It seems that Mrs. Zhao is a person who understands the truth, but why did she relax and reach the border of Song Xia? I thought I had met an idiot?" Wang Ju thought in wonder, but at this time he was already sitting in the luxurious carriage.

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The carriage went south, but the entire Yanzhou exploded with hornet's nest.

Later, he was very dissatisfied with the peace talks between Song and Xia. But the truth about the peace talks between the years after the Song and Xia wars was that the national finance could not bear it. Wang Yaochen counted the remaining 11.97 million troops in the three routes in Hebei, Hedong and Shaanxi in the year before, and the remaining 930,000 troops after the use of the troops, and the losses of 11 million in the year alone were only 11 million. Besides, how many routes were there in the Song Dynasty? If we calculate this, the total losses of the Song Dynasty would have reached 200 million and 300 million in the year after the war.

This is the amount on the surface, and in fact, there are also layers of heavy concessions from officials, which led to the outbreak of small-scale peasant uprisings in many places, as well as some savings from the country before the war, which were completely destroyed.

However, how many people know the truth?

Therefore, what we saw was that the Liao and Xia War was about to come, and the imperial court made an extremely shameful agreement under this great opportunity.

In addition, several envoys showed cowardice and did not even allow Xingqing Prefecture in Xixia. They only stayed in Youzhou. Then they accepted some bribes from the people of Xixia. They shamelessly asked Li Yuanhao to put forward various conditions. The court gave 130,000 pieces of silk, 50,000 taels of silver and 20,000 kilograms of tea a year. On the basis of Qianyuan Festival, they gave 10,000 taels of silver, 10,000 kilograms of silk, 5,000 kilograms of tea, and He Zhenghui gave 5,000 taels of silk and 5,000 kilograms of silk and 5,000 kilograms of silk and tea each year. Every year, they gave 5,000 silver and silk for winter clothes, 2,000 taels of fine clothes and 1,000 pieces of fine clothes (total 255,000), and "returned to Yi Jing" and passed 100,000 stones of green salt a year.

Just one hundred thousand stones of green salt can obtain at least 200,000 guan of pure income for the Western Xia. Salt is not expensive. The reason for its high value is the result of the Song Dynasty's salt deduction. If the Western Xia gains profit, the Song Dynasty's salt administration will lose 200,000 guan, and one positive and one negative will be 400,000, so ministers oppose it.

Finally, the Yi Jingshi and Tongqing Salt were left unresolved. However, when several envoys performed poorly, many of the green salts were still sold on the market. It was not until Wu Zang Epang invaded Quye River that the court officially ordered a complete ban on Qingyan.

Those envoys were Shao Liangzuo, Zhang Shiyuan, Zhang Zishu, and Wang Zhenglun.

The security guard Zhijun happened to be Shao Liangzuo.

It can be imagined that the ability of this Zhijun is.

On that day, he sat in the military yamen and reported outside that many Qiang people killed a group of bee thieves and came to receive the reward.

"Oh, that's a good thing."

He hurriedly let these Qiang people come in.
Chapter completed!