Hezhong Mansion, across the bank is relative to Shaanxi Tongzhou, and it is only two or three hundred miles away from Chang'an City, Jingzhao Mansion.

In the room in the back hall of the yamen, Huang Zong buried his head in looking at the pile of official documents on the table.

The lights flickered, Huang Zong stepped forward, trimmed the wick, raised his head, and looked out the window.

The northwest wind blew gently, and the snowflakes slowly drifted down to the ground, and soon they were never seen again. The pines and cypresses in the courtyard are still lush and green, vigorous and powerful. There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han is blooming alone, and the dark fragrance is bursting.

Huang Zong likes such snowy nights, compared to the malaise of spring, the hustle and bustle of summer, and the depression of autumn, only this cold winter can reflect people's bones and noble interests.

"Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before", the upper is worthy of heaven and earth, and the lower is worthy of Li Min.

The room was full of books and nothing extra except for the desk. Since taking office in Hezhong Province, Huang Zong has not had a day of leisure.

Only when he sat in this position did he know how big his responsibilities were and how cumbersome things were.

Huang Zong sat down, picked up the newspaper on the table, read it, shook his head and laughed, with a hint of smugness in his expression.

"Liangheping, Xuanfu Division recruits private farmland, and for Tuntian, half of the province's transportation, rice income of 350,000 stones, very good, the displaced people return, the field is expanding, and the commission is overflowing......"

350,000 stone of rice, enough for 100,000 troops for two months, this is the income of the camp and tuntian on Hedong Road.

There was a hint of smugness on Huang Zong's face, just with the performance of more than 1.5 million stones in Yingtian and Tuntian on Hedong Road, it was enough to cope with the army's rations for the next half a year.

Coupled with the salt solution, although it has only recovered only 30%, it has also earned more than 2 million yuan. Not counting the coal, just the salt and field products are enough to supply the 100,000 troops of the two rivers.

"Song Ting promoted Hangzhou to Lin'an Mansion, and Likang King Zhao Gou was the crown prince; Song Zhi Privy Council, deputy envoy of the imperial camp, and Xuanfu disposal envoy Zhang Jun led 1,500 personal soldiers and 300 cavalry to leave Jiankang and go to Sichuan and Shaanxi. Among Zhang Junjun's troops, Liu Tin , Zhao Zhe and Liu Ziyu went north to ......"

The snowflakes outside the window were getting louder and louder, and the wind was getting louder. Huang Zong glanced out the window, frowned, and turned his gaze to the newspaper again:

"Song Yi Jiangnan East Road transfer judge Du Shiliang served as the envoy, Song Ru as the deputy envoy, and sent a letter to the Jin people to ask for peace. The book says: I am willing to cut off the old name, the world is a great gold country, and the sword soldiers will be stopped forever. Kim didn't answer. ”

Huang Zong's heart was full of anger, and his brows tightened. With such a shameless court, I don't know how many times I have to lose people, how many times I have to sell the country, and I don't know how many times Li Min will suffer!

"Jin forbade the people to wear Hanfu and ordered the hair to ......, the Jin people entered Lin'an, pursued the Song Dynasty into the sea, the Song Dynasty sailed south to ......, Jin broke Yuezhou, invaded Mingzhou, slaughtered the people and burned the city, and Yang Yizhong was under the control of eastern Zhejiang, and defeated the Jin soldiers in Gaoqiao. Song room to Dinghai, back to Changguo County ......"

"I can't imagine that the Song army can actually repel the Jin soldiers and besiege them for forty-eight days!"

Huang Zong shook his head and sighed: "It's just a pity to win first and then lose!"

Huang Zong put down the newspaper in his hand. The Jin people were defeated in the waterway south of the Yangtze River and retreated to the north before the heat, and the Song family decided to open up the Shaanxi battlefield, and it seemed that a vicious battle would inevitably occur in Shaanxi.

Although the Jin people retreated from Jiangnan, they did not suffer much damage in terms of strength, and now a large number of "signing troops" have been recruited, and the number of troops has increased instead of decreasing, and it is becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

Now, in Huang Zong's heart, there is another layer of dependence on Wang Song in his heart. The Song court was corrupt, and although there were people with lofty ideals, they could only condescend to others and end up depressed. If the Chinese civilization is to continue, the Song court may not be able to rely on it.

The Great Song Dynasty has been unrecognizable for 170 years since Taizu. The monarch was mediocre, the army was corrupt, and the peasant uprisings were surging. As the saying goes, be prepared for danger in times of peace, change will be successful, and change will die, the Song court is still conformist and conservative. Politically corrupt and militarily incompetent, even if there were no Jin soldiers going south, I believe that the Song court would not be able to support it for long.

Nothing to do and talk about your heart, and report to the king when you die.

It's good that these talkative scholars and doctors don't master military affairs, but the national policy of "using literature to control military force" in the Great Song Dynasty over the past hundred years has pushed the Great Song Dynasty into an unfathomable bottomless abyss.

The new concept of the country and the nation brought by Wang Song and the reshaping of the national spirit made him feel suddenly enlightened.

After coming to Hedong for more than half a year, he walked all over the southeast of Hedong with bamboo canes and shoes. Everywhere I went, it was shocking, the Great Song Empire was full of flowers and cooking oil on the surface, the people's livelihood was withered, and the people of Li were miserable.

Since taking office, he has built water conservancy, pacified the displaced people, opened up wasteland, vigorously cultivated fields and tuntian, and together with Wang Lun and Zhu Mengshuo, they formed the "Big Three" in Hedong.

The trio's efforts were also effective. The logistics and baggage of the Loyal and Righteous Army, including the recruitment of soldiers, were all arranged in an orderly manner. The people had food and clothing, which attracted a large number of displaced people from other provinces to Hedong......

Again, he looked out the window, the snowflakes still fluttering softly in the night. This is the first snow of winter, and next year's harvest should not be bad.

The army has enough food and grass, so it can naturally wave its troops north. If the war goes well and you can witness Yan Yun's recovery with your own eyes, maybe you can also flaunt your history.

Under the light, Huang Zong was distracted, and suddenly heard footsteps outside the window, followed by a hearty voice.

"Brother Huang, have you slept?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Huang Zong couldn't help but stand up in surprise, quickly stepped forward a few steps, opened the door, and laughed loudly: "Brother Zhengdao, I haven't seen you for many days, and I'm very worried about it!"

Wang Lun was dressed in a dark cloak, covered with snow. He took off his hat, saluted Huang Zong, and walked in.

"Brother Zhengdao, the weather is freezing and the snow is falling, in the middle of the night, you are not staying in Jiezhou, but you came to Brother Wei, I'm afraid there is something important."

The two sat down separately, Huang Zong poured Wang Lun a cup of hot tea, and asked himself.

The two are the same age, and they are both half-life-old and depressed people. Huang Zongqian is modest and steady, Wang Lun is warm-hearted, both of them are sincere gentlemen, and they soon became strong friends.

Wang Lun picked up the teacup and took a sip, and the fragrance and heat of the tea drove away the cold on his body at once. After following Wang Song for a long time, he also fell in love with this way of drinking tea, which is really long and long, and has an endless aftertaste.

"Read around the fireplace at night to see the wind and snow. Brother Huang is very elegant. The brothers came, and they had something important to tell them. ”

Wang Lun picked up the newspaper on the table, glanced at it a few times, and said disdainfully:

"The imperial court has repeatedly backed down, and wants to negotiate peace with the Jin people. Abandoning the land of Huainan and Henan, not to mention, but also humiliating. In their eyes, there is only their own throne and high-ranking officials, who really cherishes the people!"

Huang Zong secretly sighed in his heart, this Wang Zhengdao has gone through years of ups and downs and entered the deep prison of Dali Temple, but he is still Xin Gui's nature, old and spicy.

He nodded, frowned, and said:

"Brother Wang, I heard that Li Bao took the sailor and went to the land of Lianghuai. Around the canal, thousands of miles of red land, there are bones of people everywhere along the way. Last month alone, there were as many as 200,000 refugees from Lianghuai to Henan and Lianghe! In such a cold weather, the people are hungry and cold, and they are waiting to be fed, which is really pitiful!"

Wang Lun also shook his head frequently, and said, "Brother Huang, never."

It's all refugees who go south, but now it's refugees who go north. I can't imagine that this land east of the river has become a paradise, it's really ridiculous!"

"When the people arrived, they naturally comforted and rescued."

Huang Zongzheng said: "Xianggong said in the official document that no one should starve to death, let's just do it."

Wang Lun smiled bitterly: "Xianggong is not a family and does not know the price of firewood and rice. Hedong has just had a little surplus this year, and it will be spent on these refugees. Now the Jin army is marching westward, and it seems that it wants to compete with the imperial court in Shaanxi. The big war is coming, and I'm worried!"

Huang Zong was shocked, and he couldn't imagine that the Jin people were really going west. It seems that Wang Song's estimate is right, the war in Shaanxi is really about to break out.

Wang Song must have entered Shaanxi from Hezhong, and Hezhongfu naturally became the forefront of the war.

"Where did Brother Zhengdao get the news? The Jin people have already entered Shaanxi?"

"Zhang Jun, the envoy of Sichuan and Shaanxi Xuanfu, sent people to Hebei to buy artillery, earth-shaking thunder and other firearms, the quantity is huge, you say, isn't this a sign that the war is about to begin?"

Huang Zong nodded, and said in a deep voice: "After Yan Zongbi crossed the river to attack the Song Dynasty, he was frustrated, and the only way to return to the army was to go north. After finishing Yan Zonghan's wolf ambitions, he supported Liu Yu and pseudo-Qi to deal with the three battlefields of my two Huai and Jingxi. In order to remove the threat to the north of Hedong, the Jin people will definitely gather heavy troops and capture Shaanxi. ”

"Then it is to isolate our army and wait for the opportunity to annihilate them all."

Wang Lun said coldly: "The golden people are daydreaming and are stupid. Now our army has more than 100,000 male soldiers, complete sailors, going north and south, and even directly attacking Yanyun, the Jin people are so arrogant, do they really regard our loyal and righteous army as nothing?"

Time has changed, five years have passed, the Jin people have not only failed to eliminate the loyal army, but the power of the loyal army is getting bigger and bigger, is the Jin people really not self-aware?

To put it bluntly, it is still due to the plundering nature of its nation. always thought that the Song people were weak and could plunder at will.

"Brother Zhengdao, you haven't said the purpose of your coming tonight! Besides, if the Jin people want to enter Shaanxi, it is impossible for the prime minister to be indifferent, and there will always be a military order. ”

Wang Lun took out a letter from his arms, handed it to Huang Zong, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Huang, this is Xianggong's handwritten letter, after you read it, you will naturally know Xianggong's plan."

Huang Zong took the letter and opened it to see that it was Wang Song's writing.

"The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings."

Huang Zong carefully read the letter, raised his head, and let out a long breath.

"Xianggong asked me to inform Zhang Xian and the loyal generals of Hedong to mobilize 40,000 troops, a total of 60,000 troops to attack Shaanxi, and the Jin people were caught off guard."

"Sixty thousand troops, almost half of the loyal army!"

Wang Lun was also taken aback, and smacked his tongue and said: "I'm afraid that since Jingkang, there is a big war that is enough to shake the past and the present and decide the national fortunes of the two countries!"

Huang Zong shook his head and said: "The prime minister took precautions and arranged for the foolish brother to guard the town in Hezhong Mansion, which is really prescient."

"Xianggong has always been a last resort, and this time it is an anticipatory opportunity. It seems that the first war in Shaanxi is inevitable! ”

When the big war came, the two of them were silent in their hearts.

If there is really such a big war in Shaanxi, if the loyal and righteous army returns with a great victory, the Jin people will inevitably be greatly injured, and the balance of strength between Song and Jin will change suddenly.

If it is defeated, the loyal army may be wiped out, and the two rivers will have to return to their old state.

"Brother Zhengdao, you said that the Jin people are coming from the country, can the loyal and righteous army win?"

After a long time, Huang Zuocai raised his head, and his face was cloudy.

"Brother Huang, I don't know either, everything is safe and destined."

Both of them frowned and looked solemn. A national war is on the verge of breaking out.