At the end of Song Dynasty: I want to be the master of ZTE

Chapter 271 Hacking Kublai Khan to Death

tick tock~tick tock~
Deng Huan suddenly sat up and rushed out of the bedroom without caring about getting dressed. .

Sure enough, raindrops fell all over the sky, and the ground became moist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's raining~ it's raining~" Deng Mu couldn't help shouting.

I remember that when he was working at Zhendong Road, he was only worried about disasters caused by typhoons and rains. How was he ever worried about droughts?
When I was transferred to Suzhou, I saw only three rains and two snows in the past half year, and the situation stopped before the ground even got wet, which was not even a consolation.

Big rivers stopped flowing, small rivers dried up, and lakes and ponds all bottomed out. Even so, the government still organized people to plow their fields.

On the one hand, it is to provide relief for work, and on the other hand, it is to prevent a locust plague from happening this year.

"Officials, please don't get typhoid fever." His wife, Huang, chased him out holding his clothes.

"It's just a typhoid fever, it's nothing!" After saying this, Deng Mu retreated to the eaves and got dressed.

Outside, cheers could be heard very clearly.

There were originally [-] households in Suzhou City, but more than a thousand fled due to war. During the drought, more than a thousand people went south, leaving only more than [-] households with more than [-] people suffering under the government employment. Now God has rained, and everyone No more suffering.

It was noisy until dawn, and the drizzle still continued.

The cracks on the ground have been filled with water, and water is gurgling on the stone-paved streets. Looking at the sky, it seems that the rain will not stop for a while.

The government clerks and clerks arrived one after another. Deng Mu nodded his hands and said: "The rainfall in the sky is just the right time to organize the people to plant. Now we are assigning people to send grain seeds to various villages and towns, and we must ensure that every household can plant them."

"Official, it's not yet time to plant, even broad beans and soybeans are too early." A Yamen servant said.

“It’s my fault that the weather in Suzhou is different from Zhendong Road.” Deng Mu said, “Even so, people can be organized to plow the fields again to prepare for planting.

In order to relieve the famine, the imperial court did not hesitate to give up the recapture of Kaifeng. Now that the rain has fallen, it should do its best to save itself. "

"Wei!" Everyone agreed and dispersed.

Deng Mu himself put on his coir raincoat and bamboo hat and went outside the city. He saw fine waves in the Bianshui River and the water level was slowly rising.

The Bianshui River was originally an important water canal, connecting the Yellow River and the Huaihe River. However, during the Jingkang period, Du Chong raised the Yellow River embankment to stop the Jin people. Perfect but also sourceless water.

Last year, the imperial court hired [-] people to dig a large lake upstream, dredged the river, and built dams and sluices. As long as the water is full, even if there is a severe drought like last year, the water along both sides of the river can be guaranteed. of harvest.

While watching, the rain became heavier again. Although his clothes were soaked, Deng Mu was still happy from the bottom of his heart.

In Suqian, the captives were not happy.

It was just February, and the rain was beating down on them, but under the supervision of soldiers, the prisoners had to work in the fields.

The six thousand prisoners were all beings who had eaten people in Li Heng's tribe.

Under the supervision of swords and guns, the prisoners worked hard to dig in the ground. Although the hoes and shovels in their hands could be used as weapons, the Song soldiers had muskets and thunder.

They need to secure 20 acres of land. This is a military camp to store food for future military use.

Busy until noon, some prisoners who had outstanding performance and were promoted to the Huotou Army brought meals.

The mixture of grassroot bean dregs and bran does not need to talk about the taste, but the quantity is just enough to keep it alive. If someone is dissatisfied and passive in work, it will be turned into fertilizer in the fields.

Under the rain curtain, Huanghuai regained its vitality, and Yuanting was also filled with laughter and laughter.

Just yesterday, the Western Expeditionary Army sent the first batch of trophies.

Gold touches people's hearts, while silver shines blindly. Everyone is praising Kublai Khan's talent and strategy, and at the same time, they don't forget to praise the real gold who is an excellent successor.Just as Yan Yan was laughing and talking in the court, a horse came running wildly, shouting: "Liaodong is the Yan rebellion, Liaodong is the Yan rebellion~"

Not a moment later, an urgent report was sent to the palace and presented to Kublai Khan's case.

"How dare these short-sighted people rebel!" Even though he had known for a long time that Naiyan might rebel, Kublai Khan was still very angry.

"Your Majesty," Zhang Wenqian said, "Song State has occupied Gaizhou in Gaoli. I'm afraid Naiyan has colluded with this."

"Please lead the troops to put down the rebellion!" Hada said.

The Song army was defeated again and again, and he, the deputy envoy of the Privy Council, had no face. Now Naiyan rebelled, just in time to restore his prestige.

There were many generals with this idea in mind, and they were all vying to be the first to fight.

There is no need for muskets, just one hundred and eighty small cannons and thunder, and it is easier to beat Naiyan than his son.

Kublai Khan said: "Although Naiyan rebels, he is from the clan. It is difficult for all the ministers to kill them all. I want to take charge of the expedition myself."

"It's just Yan, why does your Majesty go on an expedition?" Zhang Wenqian was about to persuade, but was stopped by Kublai Khan.

"I have made up my mind, no more words." Kublai Khan said.

Naiyan didn't know yet that Kublai Khan was going to come to fuck him personally, but even if he knew, he probably wouldn't be afraid.

The Song Dynasty sold the gunpowder formula for 4 taels of gold and 10 taels of silver. Then Naiyan found that he could not get the raw materials and had to exchange one war horse for five sky thunders. Not only that, the Yuan army's artillery captured in previous wars was also the same. One hundred doors were sold.

After several transactions, the Yan family's savings over the years were completely emptied.

It doesn't matter, money is a bastard, and it will come naturally if you have the right.

At this time, at Adong Station (south of Heihe City) under Chi Wanhu's mansion, Naiyan Zhi looked at the quail-like post office in front of him with satisfaction.

"Kublai Khan was cruel and unkind, he forced you to be a courier, not to mention the delay in grazing, and he also asked you to prepare horses and fodder, and all the big officials and small officials who had dealings with him would ask you for offerings.

Ben Khan asks you, do you have to sell your wife and children to support yourself? Naiyan asked.

The Yiding did not speak, but their expressions proved that they agreed with Naiyan's words.

Yuanting established a large number of post stations and effectively controlled the place. However, the postmen not only had no wages, but also had to provide their own horses and fodder. It was no longer enough to work with a negative salary. They had to take a loan to work, the kind of loan that involves selling sons and daughters into slavery.

Naiyan extended an invitation and said, "Follow me and burn down this Laoshizi Inn. Whoever forces you to do corvee service in the future will be hacked to death with a knife!"

"Follow the king, burn the inn, avoid corvées, and chop Kublai Khan to death!" some soldiers shouted.

"Burn the post station to avoid corvées and kill Kublai Khan!" The postman couldn't help it.

Shouting slogans, lighting torches and throwing them into the haystacks of the post station, flames instantly shot into the sky.

Adong Station is relatively close to his hometown, so Naiyan personally recruits people's hearts, while his confidants go to places farther away.

Thousands of miles away from Liaodong Mountains to the north, there are inns everywhere. There are not only 30, but also a thousand and a half. Based on the [-] people in each inn, there are [-] to [-] who hate Kublai Khan to the bone.

By gathering these people, Naiyan has absolutely trustworthy confidants who will come back and continue to work even if they are defeated on the battlefield.

There is no way, who makes Yuanting's post system not care about the life and death of the post people.

(End of this chapter)