Yang Lin was in Jingzhao Mansion, delayed his trip for a few days, and had to hurry back to Yunnei, where the plague was serious.

Out of Yanmen Pass, it is the Yingzhou Mansion, and now the people here are renovating their homes.

After fighting for so long, it has long been a mess, with houses burned and destroyed, and terrible plagues.

Rao is so, they still choose to rebuild their homes on the land of their hometown.

The place close to Yanmen was relatively uneventful, and the iron hooves of the Jurchens did not get close to here.

From the Yanmen Pass, to the Heyin area, you can vaguely see the walled cities everywhere and the dust after burning.

As far as the eye can see, an old man is in front of a dilapidated thatched hut, waving a simple farm tool, and is mixing mud. Next to him, sat a little boy with drooping hair, holding an unknown wild fruit in his hand, and was gnawing on it.

Yang Lin waved his hand and rode over, and the old man quickly wiped his hands and wanted to salute.

"No, what kind of place is this?"

"General Hui, this is Niujiao Village, Heyin County." The old man bared his yellow teeth and said, raising his head to make the skin of his brow wrinkle, like a loess ravine.

Yang Lin pulled out the wine bag, held it and poured a few sips, screwed the lid and threw it away, and the old man thanked him after catching it. From afar, he smelled the aroma of wine and foamed at the mouth of his mouth.

"Old man, are you Han or Khitan?"

"I'm a Khitan, and this little baby is Han."

The Khitan people in this kind of place have long been sinicized, and they speak an authentic Qin dialect. Yang Lin is not surprised, no matter what kind of alien race, living too close to the Han people, he will always forget his own language and customs early.

This kind of unparalleled penetration also reflects the imperishable heritage of the Han style's prosperity for thousands of years.

"Isn't this your grandson?" Yang Lin was slightly surprised.

"The people of our Niujiao Village are dead, the Tartars cross the border and kill fiercely, there are only two of us left in the whole village, and the old man and the two depend on each other for their lives, and he will be my grandson in the future."

The kid looked up and called out to Grandpa. Then he lowered his head and continued to nibble on the red wild fruit in his hand.

"Old man, can this mud-built house hold up? I look at this Heyin County, the wind is not small. Lu Wang lowered his head, glanced at the thin mud mixed with the grass stalks, and asked with a smile.

Yang Lin sighed, this cloud is really unfavorable, natural and man-made disasters. First there was a great flood, then a strong wind, and when the war was extinguished, then came the plague.

Compared with the easy recovery of the Ten Prefectures of Youyan, the recovery of these six military states and the land they contain is really tortuous.

The old man gritted his teeth, not knowing how to answer, Yang Lin looked at the child who was gnawing on the fruit, and smelled: "Hey, that baby, this place belongs to our Great Song, are you happy?" ”

The child's eyes widened, and he glanced at his grandfather, the old man was also confused, and the little baby had to tilt her head and say loudly: "Happy... Rejoice when you don't fight. ”

Jumping off the horse, Yang Lin threw the sticky fruit in the child's hand.

The old man was shocked, only to see this young general carry his little grandson he had just recognized to his divine horse.

Yang Lin held the reins and said, "Look at it now, what's the difference." ”

"It's so high, I'm a little dizzy." The child's face was flushed and a little excited.

The guards of the Long Live Camp laughed, Yang Lin pulled out his sword and handed it to him, and the child struggled to hold it.

"Jurchen Tartars, burned your homeland and slaughtered all your relatives, how can you hope not to fight. You should think day and night, wait until you grow up, take your sword, ride a big horse, and go to war! If a man has revenge and does not take revenge, what is the meaning of living? ”

After saying that, he hugged him down, took back the sword and inserted it into his waist. Yang Lin waved his hand and continued to walk forward, rolling up the dust along the way.

Behind them, one old and one young, watched them fade away.

In the Yingzhou capital, the eight battalions of the resentful army and Yeluxian have all disappeared, and the short-lived Jurchen soldiers have long since retreated, replaced by soldiers and horses from Qinlong Province.

A group of officials and generals were waiting at the gate of the city, and when they saw Yang Lin's men and horses coming from a distance, they came forward one after another.

In extraordinary times, there is no extravagant welcome, simple enough, Yang Lin nodded lightly.

The plague is a thing that is afraid of many people, and the fewer people the better.

Yingzhou was temporarily taken over by the army, and there was no prefect of Zhizhou, Yao Gu hugged his fists on the horse and said: "Shaozai, it's hard to go far, and let's stop and eat in Yingzhou." ”

Seeing that Yao Gu's expression did not seem to be fake, Yang Lin nodded, such a general, only look at the interests of the clan. It's no secret that his widowed sister-in-law is his own confined.

Yang Lin is now the biggest backer of the Yao family, and the Yao family has replaced the seed and fold and become the biggest force in the army.

His adopted son, Yao Pingzhong, was his student and commanded the Western Army. Of course, Yao Gu would not ruin the future of the family for this kind of thing, Yang Shaozai is now in full swing, and no one dares to assert that he will not go further.

At that time, the world will only know that my Yao family will rest with the country, and the glory and favor will be unlimited, who will care about these bad things.

Yang Lin didn't pay attention to it at all, the folded Huanxiang was bewitching and charming, if he didn't start, he would have to stay in this deep mansion compound for a lifetime, and he was a virgin, which was simply a tyrannical thing.

God created such stunners, but it was not for them to stay alone in the boudoir and grow old alone.

Yang Lin nodded and led the crowd into Yingzhou's mansion, and the streets were deserted. However, there are also a few bold people on the side of the road, who have already opened their doors to make some living, and they are just making money for these big soldiers.

Even the soldiers standing on both sides were sparsely arranged, and Yang Lin was even more satisfied: "Plague, there is nothing to be afraid of, nothing more than the words sparse, descending, and curing." I think this is the state capital, and it's doing well, Yao Gu, you make me impressed. ”

Yao Gu smiled humbly, and said secretly in his heart, this has nothing to do with me, your nephew seems to be really capable. Since ancient times, how can the plague be controlled so quickly.

Yang Keshi said: "Shaozai, rest assured, we have listened to Xu Shuwei's words and set aside a residence in Yingzhou Mansion for the patients to live in." The daily decoction is also enough for them, and whether they can die or live depends on their creation. ”

"If one person gets sick, he infects one family, the light one is eight or nine out of ten, and the heavy one is one or two, and within the realm, the probability is like this." Yao Gu said: "It's hard to survive and bad luck to die, alas, I don't know how many tens of thousands of good sons have been lost this time." ”

Yang Lin felt that his heart was dripping blood, even if he fought with the Jurchen Tartars, he couldn't die so many people.

The great plague will be followed by a great plague, and this Jurchen Tartar is a calamity. Wherever you go, you leave corpses all over the ground, and you don't care if you kill them or bury them, you are really the worst enemy of the civilized world, and it is difficult to coexist with them.