On the seventh day of the seventh month of July, the Jinxia Cave of Cangzhu Mountain set up a Jiao sacrifice to the Yuan Temple, and the people who came to worship, watch the ceremony and play blocked the small Chaoyuan Temple. In front of the portrait of the Sanqing Dynasty, the cigarette smoke is burning, Yundan Yuanzi is dressed in general Taoism, reciting the scriptures with a solemn face, and the clouds are steaming and misty with the crane hair and childish face, which is really like a fairy, attracting the people who bow down to kneel down and give incense. Approaching the test, many scholars in shirts came to seek fame and worship the Kui Xing, the Kui Xing statue at the corner of the temple was full of people, and those who knelt down to worship the scholars still had to recite a few words of blessing and prayer, which caused the people waiting behind them to complain.

Qin Ziyan, dressed in civilian clothes and with two entourages, entered the Chaoyuan Temple with the flow of people. Kneeling down with the incense, Qin Ziyan took the opportunity to glance at Dan Yuanzi, and secretly said in his heart, this old Taoist priest pretended to be a ghost, but it looked like some Taoism. Since the completion of the Chaoyuan Temple, Qin Ziyan's suspicions have become heavier, Chaoyuan Chaoyuan, is it the meaning of Chaoyuan Tianjiao, from the secret agent's mouth, I learned that several Taoist priests on the mountain are agile, especially Dan Yuanzi used his true qi when he applied medicine to save people, and he was not an ordinary person.

After taking a turn in Chaoyuanguan, Qin Ziyan tried to enter the Jinxia Cave to have a look, but was persuaded back by the Taoist priest guarding the cave, and Qin Ziyan became more and more sure that there was something ulterior in the cave. Back in the state capital, Qin Ziyan found two worshippers and asked them to find a way to enter the cave to investigate.

This year's Huazhou wind and rain are smooth, Tuntian has another bumper harvest, and Tuntian grain has begun to be put into storage. After the rectification, the tun army was much more honest, especially the tun army was classified as a local government affairs, and even the commander of the tun army was appointed by the assassin history, so that many tun soldiers could clearly understand the situation, and the envoys of the tuntian yamen became much easier.

There is too much grain in stock, and the granary is in an emergency. Tuntian made Ning Qingzheng so anxious that he couldn't sleep, and Tuntian Harvest was meritorious as a Tuntian order, but if the storage of Tuntian grain was delayed and the Tuntian grain was lost, then I am afraid that he would be impeached by Guanfeng Yushi. Jin Shu from Zechang Academy came up with an idea, "Lord Ning, the grain is mainly for military needs, and your Excellency may wish to discuss with the border gate to directly transport the grain to the past, and save the time to transfer grain from the grain depot, delaying time and wasting labor." ”

Ning Qingzheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately sent an official document to discuss with the town generals of the three border passes, and soon replied that each border pass could store 20,000 stone of grain, which is 60,000 stones, and 15 grain cellars could be vacated, and all this year's grain could be put into storage.

Sending grain is nearby, Hecheng County is thirty-seven miles away from Jingmen Pass, and the messenger who transported the grain to Jingmen Pass fell on Feng Dingzhong's shoulders. People are in good spirits on happy occasions, Feng Dingzhong is in high spirits after being promoted to the commander of the Tun army, his wife and children are all taken to his side, the youngest son enters a private school, the days are getting more and more beautiful, Baqing Town is expanding more and more, his brothers admire him, Feng Dingzhong smiles from ear to ear all day long, and his belly is obviously bigger than before.

On 7 July, before the sun appeared, more than 100 truckloads of grain lined up in a long line and set off for Jingmen Pass, a 37-mile road that was not short, and they had to rush to Jingmen Pass for lunch. The road from Jingmen Pass to Hecheng County has been doubled to allow four carriages to run in parallel, even so, the road is still congested from time to time, and there are too many merchants coming and going, as long as something happens somewhere, it can be blocked for half a day. In front of him, a horse broke its leg and spilled spices, and the Hu merchants were sweeping and blocking the road, and the convoy could only pass in a single row.

Feng Dingzhong was a little anxious, this batch of grain was the last batch to be sent to Jingmen Pass, he and Zhang Daozong, the deputy town of Jingmen Pass, were good friends, and when he sent the grain the day before yesterday, he said that he would be good, and the two of them had a good drink after sending the grain. The army can forcibly pass through the grain sent by the tun, but Feng Dingzhong does not intend to disturb the people, in the words of Lord Jiang, the good situation in Huazhou must be maintained by the army and the people, and Hecheng County changes every day, relying on the traders who come and go, and make money with harmony. With more than a dozen men stepped forward to help, won a few cheers from the passing merchants, the scene was quickly cleaned up, under the courtesy of everyone, the grain transport team was unimpeded, and when it arrived at the well gate and closed it, it was a quarter of an hour in advance.

Feng Pingzhong stood on the high city wall, watching the bustling caravans enter and exit from the city gate, everything was as before. Feng Pingzhong is the new town general after the Western Regions Coalition broke through, and in four years, Jingmen Pass was renovated, heightened and thickened the city wall, and the Anxi Protectorate added 200 war horses, added five winch crossbows and many crossbows, and the soldiers' salaries and silver also increased nearly doubled, which are not unrelated to the history of Jiang Thorn.

The wind blowing from the Gobi in the west swept straight towards the city without any restraint, and the wind carried fine grains of sand on his face numb, Feng Pingzhong narrowed his eyes to hide the chill in his eyes. Although Jiang Tingshi brought good changes to Jingmen Pass, Feng Pingzhong didn't like him, this dislike came from the time when Jiang Tingshi went out of the customs with his personal guards to rescue the traders, and won beautifully with few enemies, which gave him a big embarrassment and made him feel that he had become a "coward" in the eyes of the soldiers.

Feng Pingzhong wanted to tell everyone loudly that he had been in the army for more than ten years, participated in more than 20 large and small battles, and killed more than 10 people from the Western Regions with his own hands. If it weren't for the court's will not to provoke lightly, how could he restrain the soldiers from not going out of the customs? Is it also contemptible to obey the will of the court?

There was a long convoy on the road in Guannei, which was the military rations sent by Tuntian, since the court set up Tuntian in Huazhou, the supply of military rations was no longer a problem, and the grain cellars of the Tuntian Yamen were dug to more than 200 mouths, which was still not enough to store this year's new grain, and so much grain was enough to support the military rations of the Anxi battalion.

Although he doesn't like the history of Jiang Ting, but the changes brought by Jiang Tingshi to Huazhou are obvious to all, Feng Pingzhong's hand slapped heavily on the battlement, and secretly decided that after the Anxi Protectorate moved to Huazhou, he would go to find Yang Xiangliang, the governor of the capital.

A team of soldiers and horses galloped out to meet the grain team, Feng Pingzhong saw clearly that the deputy town Zhang Daozong was at the front, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it should be Feng Dingzhong from Anxi Tuntiansuo who sent the grain, he and Zhang Daozong were drinking friends, no wonder Zhang Daozong said earlier that he would go to greet him in person.

Feng Pingzhong knew Feng Dingzhong's name, and the family with the same surname was Zhu Dashuai's cronies in the Anxi Metropolitan Protectorate, and after a while, he was injured and went to the baggage battalion as a lieutenant, and he received it himself? I also dealt with him when I was heavy. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, after Yang Dashuai was appointed as the governor of the capital, this position of oil and water naturally had to be replaced, Feng Dingzhong was squeezed out of Huazhou Tuntian, but he did not expect to be appreciated by the history of Jiang Thorn because of the blessing of misfortune, and he was mixed up in Tuntian, and he was promoted to the commander of Tuntian last year.

To be honest, he was also upset about what happened to Feng Dingzhong, after all, Feng Dingzhong shed blood for the country and did not deserve such treatment. However, Feng Dingzhong is Zhu Dashuai's person, he is Yang Dashuai's person, they respect each other but each is their master, and they have nothing to say when they meet, so Zhang Daozong will come forward when they receive Feng Dingzhong, and he is too lazy to provoke him. Turning to look at the empty Gobi Desert, Feng Pingzhong laughed at himself in his heart, maybe one day he was injured, and he would be the next Feng Dingzhong, but I don't know if he had good luck to meet Jiang Anyi like Feng Dingzhong.

Yang Siqi and Zhao Liangtie sat in the tea shed on the side of the road and drank water, and the two dressed up as guards. Jingmen Pass is one of the three major checkpoints in and out of the Western Regions, as a supply point for leaving the fortress, there are many jobs to hire guards, carry goods, and temporary short-term workers, and more than 200 people from the Yuan Tianjiao are scattered under the pass, which is not conspicuous at all.

The agreed time for the attack was noon, and there should be a while before the sun looked, Yang Siqi drank tea calmly, but Zhao Liangtie was a little uneasy, and kept looking around, looking for the people he brought.

"What, scared?" Yang Siqi said lightly.

Zhao Liangtie shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid." Just thinking that I am a Zheng person, I opened the door for the Rong Mi people, and these Zheng people around me will inevitably suffer, I don't know whether it is right or wrong? ”

Yang Siqi was silent for a moment and said: "You and I are Zheng people, but our relatives also died in the hands of Zheng people, think about your dead brother, if you want to take revenge, you have to give up something." ”

Zhao Liangtie stopped making a sound and quietly began to drink tea.

In the urn city, the grain cart was parked on the side, Tun Ding unloaded the grain from the carriage and sent it to the granary dug out of the mountain.

Feng Dingzhong stood in the shade, watching the young man easily carry the two hundred catties of grain bags bare-chested, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled on the oily skin, stroked the bulging belly and sighed: "Old, my old Feng was also a strong figure back then, and the two hundred catties of grain bags were sandwiched in one hand, and now they are ......."

"Now there are wine bags and rice bags left", Zhang Daozong mocked unceremoniously, "Let's go, don't stick here, the day before yesterday I said that I would like to invite you to have a drink, and my old Zhang specially explained to the owner of the restaurant, keeping good wine and good food." ”

"It's not done yet." Feng Dingzhong said with some hesitation.

Zhang Daozong said with a smile: "I will undercount your number, let's go, those subordinates of yours have someone to greet you, today my old Zhang is dedicated to dealing with you, enough friends." The two of them left the urn city with a smile and walked towards the bazaar under the gate. In the tea shed, Yang Siqi and Zhao Liangtie stood up, and it was almost time, and the two followed a passing caravan towards the checkpoint. Behind him, more than 100 men came out one after another, silently walking towards the city gate.

A cloud of wolf smoke appeared in the northwest direction, and then passed along the Tai'a Mountains, and countless wolf smoke wrapped around the sky like ropes, revealing an ominous black. The enemy attacked, the horn sounded poignantly, and the people of the Western Regions invaded again. There was a rush inside and outside the gate, and the soldiers were busy driving away the caravans blocking the city gate to close the city gate, and those caravans that had just left the city were desperately squeezing towards the gate, and everyone knew that staying outside the city gate was a dead word.

On the city wall, Feng Pingzhong squinted his eyes and looked at the wolf smoke from afar, the yellow sand was rolling, and there was still a distance of more than ten miles from Jingmen Pass, the invasion of the people from the Western Regions was becoming more and more frequent, and it was estimated that he was afraid that there would be no chance after the Anxi camp moved to the town. Come on, Feng Pingzhong clenched the steel knife on his waist, and used the blood of these people from the Western Regions to wash away the shame of my timidity.