Chapter 163: Fighting for Hetao (28)

Hou Dayong had little impression of Dad Zhao, so he asked, "Where did Dad Zhao live in Zhengzhou back then?"

Dad Zhao was wearing a gray cloth dress, and his thin figure made the cloth look empty. Years of work left a deep mark on Dad Zhao's face. His face wrinkled like a hard walnut. In order to show his gratitude to the governor, Dad Zhao tried his best to slowly evolve the wrinkles into a respectful expression. After his expression was in place, he replied carefully: "The little old man is from Zezhou. After he moved from Zezhou to Zhengzhou, he was placed in Zhongmu County. Most of the people who came to Lian County this time were from Zezhou. When Huo Mingfu brought the silt fields to repair, the little old man and the people here participated. Dad Zhao heard that Huo Mingfu also arrived in Lingzhou. Huo Mingfu was really a clean official. Those made silt fields would really get oil if they stepped on them."

Thinking of the fertile land being owned by the wheeler in a blink of an eye, Dad Zhao, the old farmer who had been dealing with the land for a lifetime, still felt like a knife cut. Dad Zhao distributed more than 100 acres of land outside the city, which was next to an abandoned canal. Dad Zhao and dozens of families next to the canal had already begun to repair this relatively complete canal. At this time, Dad Zhao was most concerned about the continuity of policies, and Hou Dayong's stay or leave was the key to the problem. Therefore, Dad Zhao hesitated for a long time, and finally he mustered up the courage to ask: "I wonder how long the Jiedushi can live in Lingzhou?"

In order to be careless, Jiang Hui was very abrupt when he heard Mr. Zhao’s questioning, and then cursed with a smile: “Dad Zhao. What is your turtle son asking?”

Mr. Zhao is very prestigious among this group of people. He is very familiar with Jiang Hui. He knows that Jiang Hui is generous to others, so he smiles and said, "As long as the governor guards Lingzhou, we will be at ease in our hearts when we open land and farm here, otherwise we will only be cheaper for others to open land and farm."

When Hou Dayong returned to Daliang, he knew that the Wang family had occupied a lot of good land. He understood Mr. Zhao's concerns very well and comforted him: "Liang County is a precious land of water. I still have a lot of land here. I will not leave Lingzhou in the near future. Mr. Zhao can rest assured. Now the land in Lian County is all unbordered. After the land is opened, I will register it for you. These land can be passed on to your descendants."

Hearing the Jiedushi made a promise in person, Dad Zhao was truly happy. All the lines on his face dispersed and bowed repeatedly, "Young man will go back now and tell the people this good news."

Jiang Hui saw the somewhat excited Dad Zhao: "You ask the villagers to come and get weapons when you go back."

Only then did Dad Zhao remember that there was still this task. The many weapons made him dizzy. He first raised a spear and danced awkwardly twice. The spear was about three meters tall, while Dad Zhao was only about one meter six. Hou Dayong saw Dad Zhao like a member of the Children's Corps holding a long 38-large cover. The length ratio was very funny. After Dad Zhao put down the spear, he picked up a mace with a big neck and raised it with difficulty. He found that he could not dance at all. He shook his head and put down the mace with a self-deprecating look. Finally, he chose a waist knife, tried the blade, and found that it was okay. Then he walked out of the training ground excitedly.

In a corner next to the playground, a middle-aged man squatted on the ground and checked something. Jiang Hui waved to him and said, "Mr. Li."

When the middle-aged man heard Jiang Hui's greeting, he put down his affairs and walked over quickly. Jiang Hui smiled and said, "Mr. Li, add a task to you. Hurry up and ask your disciples to come to the playground. Which one has received any weapon, must register it. Now the people in the city have weapons. Public security must be a big problem, and you need to think of a good way to manage it."

Mr. Li held some paper in one hand and held the goatee with the other hand. He was a little uneasy and said perfunctorily: "That should be true, the general is thoughtful."

Jiang Hui knew that Hou Dayong respected scholars quite well, so he introduced: "Mr. Li Shanhe is a scholar in my hometown, a talented man, and now he is an aide to Xiongying. He has not seen the Jiedushi in less than a month since he arrived in Lian County." Jiang Hui said to Mr. Li again: "This is the Jiedushi."

When Hou Dayong and his group entered the playground, Mr. Li was concentrating on lowering his head in the corner to clean up some items found from the Khitans. He was surprised to find that there were several notes written in Chinese characters among the items. Not only were the words well written, but the words were also very elegant. He focused on reading the contents on the note, so he had no idea that Hou Dayong walked into the playground. Hearing Jiang Hui's introduction, Mr. Li looked at the governor who was intimidating Western Shu, shouted in his heart, and bowed respectfully.

Hou Dayong replied politely: "Many scholars in Shu, Mr. Li is magnificent and his name is extremely powerful. I think there must be mountains and rivers in his heart." Hou Dayong was polite, but in fact he didn't agree with it. Generally, people with extremely powerful names are often ashamed. Besides, literati with goatee always make Hou Dayong feel lustful. Hou Dayong asked casually: "What are Mr. Li's ideas about building a city here?"

Li Shanhe did not expect Hou Dayong to be so polite. Before coming to Lian County, he went to a wealthy classmate's home to search for a lot of information about Hetao and also had some knowledge of the history and geography of Hetao. In the past month when he came to Lian County, he often went to the people's homes to sit when he had free time. The people told him a lot of difficulties and problems. Li Shanhe sorted out several urgent things and was about to ask Jiang Hui.

At this time, the governor actually asked him for advice. Li Shanhe only felt a sensation of heat wandering around his body. After he became a scholar in his hometown, he stopped moving forward. He failed the exam repeatedly and was ridiculed by many people. Not to mention the governor, even the minor officials in the county looked down on him. Li Shanhe had no choice but to pretend to be noble and use noble to protect his pitiful self-esteem. The governor's shameless question made Li Shanhe's nobleness like the smallest goose feather encountered the strong wind, flying without a trace.

Li Shanhe stroked his beard and said, "The big bend of the Yellow River is divided into Western packages, front packages and back packages. Lian County is located in Western packages. Western packages have always been a semi-cultural and semi-pastoral land. It is also a famous war horse production place in the Han and Tang Dynasties. The Black Eagle Army wants to strengthen its troops and mobilize the people in the city to raise horses. However, the people who moved from the Central Plains can be said to have nothing except their strength. Now the government builds houses for immigrants, buys land, and manages food and clothing. The people finally have a place to settle down. Now the people have also started to plow spring. However, the government does not provide horse breeds, and there is a rare shortage of mares in the city, so Lian County has only a good pasture. It is a pity to see the green grasslands being abandoned."

The scholar who could say this was definitely not an ordinary corrupt scholar. Hou Dayong became amiable and said, "Envoy Liang and other local officials came from the Central Plains. They had no concept or experience in grazing, but they ignored this problem. What good strategies do Mr. Li have?"

Li Shanhe stroked a goatee again and said slowly: "According to the "Collected Interpretations of the Grand Historian", there are official horses beside him. Now those who are able to liven up official mares will return after the age of three." When he saw Hou Dayong listening intently. Li Shanhe was quite proud, and he used too much force and pulled off several beards, and took a breath of cold air in pain. Li Shanchuan's subtle movement was clearly seen by Hou Dayong, and there was a faint smile on Hou Dayong's face.

Li Shanhe was blushed by Hou Dayong's smile. In order to cover up his blushing face, he quickly said: "In the time, Emperor Wu of Han moved from the mainland to the Hetao area on a large scale. The largest number of residents to the Hetao area was no less than 300,000. In the Western Han Dynasty, the Hetao migrated people was estimated to be about one million. These are all recorded in the Han Book. Hetao is well-equipped, and it can be farmed or herded. At that time, people called Hetao the New Qinzhong, which was the second Guanzhong. When they first moved to the Hetao area, they encountered almost the same problem now. The government borrowed many mares and cows to the people, which solved the problem."

Hou Dayong asked with great interest: "How to borrow the Dharma?"

"Often a mare can breed two foals in three years. If a farmer borrows five mares, he can get ten foals in three years. He handed over two foals to the government and got eight foals himself. This method can be used. In less than a few years, cattle and sheep will run all over the grassland." Li Shanhe is a native of Shu. Like Jiang Hui, he has the habit of enjoying delicious food. As he spoke, Li Shanhe remembered the deliciousness of roasted lambs and couldn't help swallowing.

Hou Dayong's wife in modern society, Xiaolin is from Chongqing and is also a greedy little girl. She also trained Hou Dayong to become a gourmet. When Li Shanhe talked about the beautiful scenery of cattle and sheep, Hou Dayong also thought of the unique flavor of stir-frying lamb liver in Chongqing, and swallowed hard. Just as Hou Dayong was swallowing, Li Shanhe happened to do the same thing. Li Shanchuan's subtle movement was noticed by Hou Dayong again. Hou Dayong finally couldn't help laughing and said, "Did Mr. Li remember the deliciousness of cattle and sheep?"

Li Shanhe was revealed by Hou Dayong to the small secret room in his heart, and his face was blushing like a rooster. Jiang Hui smiled from the side: "Mr. Li, don't blush. The governor often calls himself a foodie, and is also a fellow disciple." Stay here at noon today to eat boiled cabbage."

Hou Dayong said sincerely: "If Mr. Li doesn't mind, just follow me."

When Jiang Hui saw Li Shanhe talking, he screamed that he was not good. Sure enough, Hou Dayong began to dig up a corner, but after the Jiedushi spoke, Jiang Hui could only do it. Seeing Li Shanhe looking at him, he smiled and said, "Mr. Li is a great talent, when he is by the Jiedushi, he must have made great achievements."

Although Li Shanhe was just a scholar, Confucian disciples had the dream of "cultivating oneself, managing the family, governing the country and pacifying the world". Although he had just arrived in the Xiong Camp, he felt that he had great achievements. At this time, he could be under the Jiedushi's tent, which was of course another world. He was ecstatic, but his face seemed to be calm, and he half-rejected and agreed to Hou Dayong's request.

The accidental acquisition of a scholar who is not too sour and knows the history of Hetao made Hou Dayong feel a little happy.

Li Shanhe said again: "This Liao army is quite strange. Many family letters written in Chinese characters were found from them, and their clothes were also very special."

Hou Dayong took the note and looked at it, saying, "The Liao army is quite chaotic in the besieged city. There is a Liao army that is the most powerful. The clothes they wear are different from those of the Liao army, but they are somewhat similar to the clothing of the Central Plains. Who are they?"

Jiang Hui also noticed this and said, "After this group of Liao troops were surrounded by the Xiong camp, most of them died in battle, and a small number of them emerged from the siege. Only more than twenty injured and captured. The medical officer treated them, and I don't know how many people could survive."

Torturing the prisoners carefully is the tradition of the Black Eagle Army. This is an important channel for obtaining real and valuable information. Jiang Hui is humorous by nature and has a very flexible mind. He has asked the Liao army soldiers who first woke up. However, these Liao army soldiers were very tough and did not explain a word.

Hou Dayong also admired the bravery of this group of Liao army and said, "It's a bit strange that they actually wore Hanfu and wrote Chinese characters. Let's go and see these people." Hou Dayong, Jiang Hui, Li Shanhe and others walked to the branch of the Field Hospital. Along the way, they stood at attention and saluted endlessly, so I won't go into details here.

Four prisoners were wearing bandages and sat on the hospital bed. They muttered quietly, and when they heard someone coming in, they immediately stopped talking, looking at their noses and their noses. They sat like wood. After removing their armor, the clothes they wore were obviously Central Plains clothing, but they were obviously different from the fashion of the Central Plains. The collars were large and curved. The collars of the middle clothes were exposed, with white fabrics in the inner and furs facing outwards, which looked quite elegant. The appearance of the several prisoners was a typical Han appearance, which was quite different from the wide faces of the Khitans.

Jiang Hui wanted to test the identities of these prisoners. Seeing that the prisoners looked a little righteous, he pretended to curse: "These turtle sons are still like heroes when they become prisoners." A prisoner raised his head and stared at Jiang Hui with anger. Jiang Hui stepped forward and kicked, saying: "You actually dare to stare at me."

After Hou Dayong came to ancient times, he had dealt with many Hu tribes such as Uighurs, Dangxiang, and Tufan people, and knew that many of these Hu tribes could speak Central Plains.

The comprehensive strength of a nation determines the popularity of a nation's language. In the 20th century, English was a strong language, and the admiration of English in China made people unbearable. Even Chinese language and literature majors, history majors, etc. could not match the subjects of English. They also had to pass the English level to get a diploma. What's even ridiculous is that even the professional title exam must take English, which makes people very depressed. While cursing "dog-dollar English", the majority of English victims could not remember the bullshit English that they could not understand.

At this time, because the comprehensive strength of the Central Plains is much stronger than that of the Hu tribe, the common language of the Central Plains dialect among the Hu tribes, especially some tribes without writing, often communicate with Chinese characters between the upper classes, and the popularity of the Central Plains dialect is similar to that of the modern society's English.

After seeing the note, Hou Dayong had no doubt about the identity of these Hu tribes. However, when he saw these prisoners wearing Hanfu and writing Chinese characters with a Han Chinese look, he felt a little suspicious, so he paid attention to the every move of the prisoners. Therefore, when the prisoners showed anger, Hou Dayong knew that the prisoners could not only write and speak Central Plains words.

Seeing these prisoners tentatively, Jiang Hui showed his feet and smiled and said, "You all can understand the words of Zhongyuan, but they are always pretending to be deaf and dumb."

Hou Dayong patted Jiang Hui on the shoulder and said, "I'll ask them a few words."

Hou Dayong held the handle of the flying dragon knife in his hand and came to the prisoners without saying a word. He stared at them with a strict expression and looked at the incense stick of time. Gradually, the prisoner staring at Jiang Hui began to twist his butt.

This move is called the "Silent Interrogation Method", which is actually a psychological warfare. Seeing that the prisoners were very young, Hou Dayong easily tested the details by Jiang Hui. He thought that this move would be useful, but it would have a effect soon.

Hou Dayong learned this trick with his crafty and concise class teacher. At that time, Hou Dayong was still in the fourth grade of elementary school. Once he played football and broke a window. At that time, the class teacher didn't know who was doing good things. The most naughty person in the class was Hou Dayong. The old and refined class teacher invited Hou Dayong to the office and did not pursue the window incident at all. He just asked Hou Dayong to stand by his desk and thought about what wrong things he had done recently. After the explanation, he seemed to have forgotten Hou Dayong and focused on correcting his homework.

Hou Dayong was originally planning to fight the class teacher to the end, but he could not withstand the mental torture of the "silent interrogation method". After the class teacher corrected his homework, Hou Dayong admitted his mistakes and also explained a few naughty things that the class teacher didn't know. It took a long time after the incident, Hou Dayong realized that he had fallen into the class teacher's trap, but he remembered this trick firmly.

Seeing that the temperature was almost done, Hou Dayong asked slowly: "You are obviously from the Central Plains, why do you help the Khitans attack the Zhou army? If you don't do good people, why do you want to be the lackeys of the Khitans? Your ancestors in the heavenly spirit will find a hard stone to kill you." Hou Dayong has concluded that they must be Han people, and Han people respect their ancestors the most, so Hou Dayong used their ancestors to stimulate them.

The prisoners paid the most attention to their ancestors. When they heard that their ancestors were insulted, their eyes were blazing with fire. The most anxious captain suddenly stood up and said, "Sir can be killed but not humiliated. Since they have been captured, I want to die quickly."

The pronunciation and tone of his speech were strange, which was different from those of the Central Plains of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It sounded quite strange, but it was indeed the Central Plains dialect.
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