In the autumn of the fourth year of Jingkang in the Great Song Dynasty, Yanjing City finally recovered a little bit of vitality after several tosses of returning to Jin, Song Dynasty, and Jin.

The smoky traces of the fire on the walls are still there, but the wounds of the war have faded. For the majority of the Han people, the concept of their country and nation is vague, and they are insensitive in political affairs. But for those old ministers of the old Liao, "the tears of the old country are vague in the dream", since the culprit of the destruction of Liao, Jin Guo, cannot be provoked, then the Jin State is agitated, and the accomplice Song Guo, who destroyed the Liao Dynasty, can also show the evil anger in his heart.

It's just that a "warning bell", a list of traitors, fanning the flames, facing Qin and Chu, and shouting rampantly, many of these former Liao ministers have been silent.

If the Jurchen soldiers were sharp and prosperous, and they would dominate the world, these people would definitely be filled with righteous indignation, righteous words, one after another, verbal and written, and jointly counterattack. But now although the Jurchen Iron Cavalry is fierce, the Song people have become a counterattack, and if the situation is stalemate, the outcome is unknown. And these people themselves may be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

No one knows how this newspaper was brought into Yanjing City and how it got to the land of Yanyun. Horse gangs and dealers from the south to the north, wealthy businessmen, people who lead cars and sell pulp, heroes who gather in the mountains and forests, and even high-ranking officials and nobles are all possible.

Young people are the group that is most easily influenced by the outside world, especially those Yanjing scholars who are full of poetry and books. In this troubled world, everyone is very confused and does not know how to go in the future. A "Warning Bell" just filled the empty hearts of the young scholars and aroused their enthusiasm.

The descendants of Yan and Huang, the descendants of China, the descendants of the dragon, and the noblest Han nation in the world. Emperor Qin and Han Wu, Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestors, people with lofty ideals, and the legacy of the sages all aroused the enthusiasm and pride in the hearts of young people.

If you go to China, you will die, unless the Han people die. As a son of the Han people, at this time when the fortunes of the Chinese nation are declining and the national spirit is declining, I should rise up to resist, restore my Han nationality, save my China, and try to improve myself.

In the newspaper, "Ten years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the blood", calling on the Han people to be not afraid of sacrifice and dedicate themselves to saving the country.

Unconsciously among the young Han people in Yanjing City, the trend of association prevailed, and most of the topics discussed and debated on a daily basis came from articles or poems in the newspaper "Warning Bell".

The "distinction between Huayi", "the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period", and "the nation" and "the country" have also become the focus of repeated debates.

The slave market in the southeast of Yanjing City is close to the Fabao Temple and adjacent to the Yingchun Gate. The huge market is crowded with people.

Zhou Yan and Liu Yun walked among them, and all they saw were unkempt, ragged, frightened or numb Han slaves, almost old and weak, mostly strong young men, and most of the others were young women and children.

"The two big officials, whether they are here to buy people, or to give them away. Come and see, the price is absolutely fair!"

"Big official, come in and take a look, I'm a little lady in Zhending Mansion, there are many big families, why don't you come in and take a look."

Seeing that Liu Yun and the others were gorgeously dressed and had an extraordinary momentum, the traffickers on both sides came up one after another to sell their "products".

"I can't imagine that my dignified descendants of Yan Huang and children of the Han family are actually detained and sold in the market like animals. This situation is really heartwarming!"

Liu Yun's expression was gloomy, and his eyes turned red when he looked at the slaves in front of him who were not as good as the beggars.

"I have a vast land in China, a long history of civilization, I don't know what I am in the world, how can I cut off the heroes, there is the majesty of the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, and the Tianjiao of the Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestors, the Huanghuang Han people, the vertical and horizontal eight wildernesses, the towering China, the sun and the moon grow together......"

Seeing what the young man in front of him was chanting in his mouth, a seven or eight-year-old child slave in tattered clothes pounced on him, knelt on the ground, hugged one of Liu Yun's legs, and cried loudly.

"Big official, please buy me, please buy me, I can do anything, I'm not afraid of any hardship!"

The man who was guarding the slave was taken aback, stepped forward and grabbed the child, and with a whip in his hand, he cursed loudly.

"Dog's day is looking for death, dirty the clothes of the big officials!"

The child screamed, and a blood streak immediately appeared on his back. The man wanted to fight, but was stopped by Liu Yun.

"What's the deal if it's broken, I want this kid, you can make a price."

Hearing that Liu Yun wanted to buy someone, the slaves next to him all pounced on him one by one and knelt on the ground.

"Big official, buy me!"

"Big official, I can do anything, eat less, buy me!"

"Please, big official, take me!"

Faced with the bitter pleading of the slaves, Liu Yun was a little at a loss and stood on the spot blankly.

Zhou Yan hurriedly took a step forward, leaned down, and said continuously: "Get up quickly, don't kneel on the ground!"

The Jurchen prisoner sitting on the chair at the door shook his head, stopped the evil slaves who were about to step forward and pull the slaves back, and watched coldly to see how Zhou Yan and Liu Yun would react.

From the dress and momentum of these two Han people, he can see that this must be the son of a strong man in Yanjing City. Compared with these people, his wealth is only a drop in the bucket in front of others.

Zhou Yan and Liu Yun glanced at each other, Zhou Yan swept around, and said loudly: "The master is there, do you want to do business?"

Seeing Zhou Yan's eyes sweeping over, the Jurchens quickly stood up, and the colleagues next to them stared closely. The Jurchen took a few steps forward and said loudly: "The two great officials are the masters of these southerner slaves."

When Zhou Shiying returned home, it was already dusk. Today, he bought a batch of felt blankets and medicinal materials from Xixia, the quality is quite high, and the price is also fair, which makes him quite satisfied.

When Zhou Shiying entered the courtyard, he found that there were many outsiders of different heights and ragged clothes, young men, women, and children, who looked like Han Chinese, and there were as many as thirty or forty people.

Seeing Zhou Shiying coming over, these outsiders immediately stood up straight, lowered their heads, and became silent.

"Who are these people, and why are they here?"

Hearing Zhou Shiying's shouting, several subordinates immediately ran out, and Zhou Shiying's wife stared behind him.

"Xianggong, you're back."

The wife's face was full of helplessness, and she pleaded in a low voice.

"Xianggong, these are all Yan'er's subordinates, don't blame him."

"What do I want these men to do! These seven or eight-year-old yellow-mouthed children can do nothing but eat!"

Zhou Shiying was taken aback, unconsciously glanced at the crowd in the courtyard, and his face couldn't help but become stiff.

"Erlang is there, tell him to come out and see me immediately!"

Seeing the subordinates scattering away, Zhou Shiying glanced at his submissive wife, snorted coldly in his nose, and strode towards the main hall.

"Xianggong, you have to be patient, don't scold Yan'er again. He... Actually, I'm still very sensible!"

The wife cautiously followed behind and whispered comfort.

"Sensible, if he doesn't make trouble, I'll already burn high incense!"

Zhou Shiying couldn't get out of the way, and began to count his wife.

"Erlang is like this now, it's not all for you to get used to! I don't study well on weekdays, but I get together with Liu Yun and Zhang Zhongxia every day, talking about "Huayi's distinction" and "nationalism". If you keep doing this, something will happen one day!"

The slaves in the courtyard, hearing Zhou Shiying's chatter, all closed their mouths tightly, and they didn't dare to say a word, for fear of annoying their masters and driving them out.

"Xianggong, it's useless for you to get angry. In my opinion, Yan'er is also a bodhisattva. Look at these children, all of them are hungry, how pitiful they look!"

His wife's words made Zhou Shiying's brows furrow again.

"There are so many poor people in this world, can you save them? If Erlang is still like this, something will happen sooner or later. This Jurchen is not a Song person, and once someone is found to be spreading anti-Jin remarks, he will be killed. Do you understand it?"

"Dad, even if something happens, it has nothing to do with you!"

Zhou Yan walked out of the backyard, his face was calm and natural, and he happened to meet his father.

"Duda, you take them to bathe and change clothes first, and then turn around and settle down in the yard."

Zhou Yan turned his head and said to his father, who was pale.

"Dad, you are also a descendant of the dignified Chinese family, a child of the Han family, can you bear to watch your compatriots being sold in the market like animals. Whether you agree or not, I have already paid for these people, and it is too late for you to regret it!"

Zhou Shiying's seven orifices were smoking, trembling hands, and pointed to his son and said.

"You rebel! On weekdays, I don't study hard, participate in the imperial examination, win fame, and glorify my ancestors. Instead, what kind of association do you form and do those head-killing things. You're going to be mad at me!"

"Erlang, listen to your father's words, don't go against the lawsuit, study hard, and in the future, you will be crowned a wife and a son, and you will be glorious. Your eldest brother can't study, but the hope of our Zhou family is all in you!"

The words of his parents reached Zhou Yan's ears, but he seemed to ignore them, but frowned, and the bull lost his temper and collided.

"Father, mother, go to the slave market in the south of the city and take a look, seven or eight-year-old children are tied up there like pigs and dogs, and they are trafficked. After I read it, I still have the mood to read! ”

Zhou Yan straightened his waist, shook his head, and continued:

"These sold slaves are all my descendants of Yan and Huang and the children of the Han family, and the Jurchens don't treat them as human beings, punching and kicking, wantonly insulting, and the children can't stand it. The child just wants to do what he can, to help these people, to do his part. ”

"That's easy!"

Knowing that it was useless to get angry, what his son said made some sense, and it was also a benevolent heart, and Zhou Shiying's anger slowly subsided.

"Yan'er, Dad doesn't feel sorry for those hundreds of dollars. You said that you work against the government every day, and if something happens, it will be a crime of killing your head. Deputy Commander Chai said that once the association and rebellion against the Jin people are discovered, the government will kill them without mercy. This is a military order, and there is no emotion to talk about. Are you going to let Dad worry!"

Zhou Yan gave up arguing with his parents, did not contradict him, said something, and went back to the room alone.

"Dad, there are heroes in China from time to time, but now they only sink occasionally, and there will be a time to rise. The Jurchen population is sparse and class-divided, which is not as good as before, otherwise a large number of Han'er would not be conscripted into the army. I have a vast land and abundant resources, and with time, the future is unlimited, and this matter must be public. ”

Zhou Shiying was dumbfounded, and his son's preaching was reasonable. The Jurchen nobles had thousands of cattle and sheep and countless slaves, while the lower class people lived in hardship and misery.

"You all have your eyes wide open, you must take a good look at Yanai, you can't let him mess around outside!"

Looking at the Han slaves who were bought, Zhou Shiying shook his head with a wry smile.

"Wang Song is dead, how can the Han people be heroes? The Song family is weak, and the traitorous ministers are in charge, otherwise why would Wang Song die tragically! If the Han people really have heroes, how can there be erosion in Lianghe, Shaanxi and other places? If the southerners are wise and the ministers are united, how can the people be miserable and the people are in dire straits? ”

The son is a scholar, even if he is loyal and courageous, how can he control this major event in the world!