After a short time, more than 200 people, including the elderly, the weak, women and children, gathered at the entrance of the village. Everyone was dressed in the coarse cloth clothes of Zuo Wei, and the men's heads were braided like Khitans, but they could be seen at a glance that they were Han'er. The rain was dripping on the pale face, the eyes were so flustered, and the young woman's face was smeared with filthy pot ash. Household by family passively registered their surnames and household registrations, while looking at the group of sergeants with frightened eyes.

The spring rain was very cold, so cold that Zhang Zhiqiao shivered, and he carefully looked at this group of people who claimed to be Han Chinese soldiers out of the corner of his eye. "It should be an official army, not a Jurchen barbarian," Zhang Zhiqiao comforted his wife Mei, "I didn't go door-to-door to grab things just now, it seems that I just registered my account." He pulled Mei behind him with his hand and hid it behind him. The Liao officers and soldiers were only slightly better than the Jin soldiers, and they were even worse when they lost the battle.

Zhao Xingde and most of the sergeants were on guard around, and only Kim Chang-tae walked through the people with five or six Mianshan sergeants. Many of the ancestors of the Han people here were taken captive, and they were randomly settled in Liaodong, and they were repeatedly war-torn in the process of living and reproducing, so they did not live together like in the south, and there were thirty families in this village, and there were more than a dozen surnames, and the village had no power to resist when encountering foreign enemies.

Zhao Xingde frowned, and most of the sergeants were as cold as iron. Kim Chang-tae came to the people and persuaded them to abandon their homes and move to the mountains with the Seungyeong camp, and he was born like a copy of the merchants, and his eyes smiled as if he had seen relatives he had not seen for many years.

"Everyone knows that we are not mountain bandits who rob men and women, nor are we Hu people who burn and kill and plunder, we are the protectors of the people. There was a lot of trouble outside, and the Jurchens and Khitans came to kill them, maybe one day the soldiers and horses passed by, and the men, women and children in the village were all killed. Jin Changtai's face was slightly gloomy, and he said in a regretful voice, "Just now I passed through the Caoshan Village a few miles to the west, and the big Zhuangzi with nearly 100 households across a mountain has been burned to the ground. ”

As soon as his words fell, there was a wave among the people, and the face of the sixth brother Gao suddenly turned pale, the day before yesterday, he had just sent the bride back to her parents' house for seven days, and the Zhuang family had not dealt much with outsiders, and he had no doubt that what the military master said, a pair of fists were clenched tightly. Except for a few families who have relatives in Caoshan Village, the rest of the people are also sad and panicked. "In this troubled world of dog days, human life is not as good as dog life! Don't let people live! Ma Biaozi gritted his teeth and said hatefully, planning to go to the mountains to fall into the grass in a few days. A trace of deep sadness flashed in the cloudy eyes of the old man Yan, he was lucky to live for more than seventy years, and when he was a child, he saw the scene of the Han people growing in Liaodong Road, but unfortunately, it was a long time ago.

"We are the official army," Kim Chang-tae emphasized again, "but not the Liao army, nor the Jin soldiers, we are the people's protection army." This time to disturb all the fathers and elders is to move you to a peaceful place in the belly of Taibai Mountain, and temporarily avoid the blade of the Hu people. After he finished speaking, Zhao Xingde nodded and said in a deep voice: "But someone is leading the way to speak?" ”

The people looked at each other, and this group of fierce men surrounded the village, but it was difficult to give up their homes, and many people suddenly lost their souls. "His father," Mei pulled Zhang Zhiqiao's sleeve, "What is the military master going to do?" She heard clearly, but she refused to believe her ears. Zhang Zhiqiao's face was gloomy, sighed, and patted her hand gently.

Zhao Xingde patiently waited for the people to digest the news like a thunderbolt in a sunny day, and finally, someone timidly asked, "Are you Marshal Han's soldiers and horses?" He looked down and saw that the man was tied with a straw rope and his braided hair, his face was covered with dirt, but his figure was quite strong, and he looked a little frightened, but his eyes were looking at him without blinking, and as the man asked, the other Hermes-epitek also looked up, with a little expectation in their eyes.

"I can't imagine that it has been decades since the defeat of the Han clan, and there is still such a prestige among the Han people in Liaodong." Zhao Xingde said secretly, but Jin Changtai beside him took over with a smile, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Han is the leader of our people's protection army, seeing the Khitans, the Jurchens are becoming more and more speechless, and the one hundred and twenty-eight cottages dedicated to the Han family pulled the flag to protect the people, and moved the Liaodong fathers and elders to the mountains to avoid military disasters. ”

"Really", Ma Biaozi had a puzzled look on his face, and he had to believe that this group of people was strong and strong, even if they were tied with ropes, they also tied up the people of this village, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet and said, "His grandmother's, I'll go with you!" "After the Liao State quelled the Hanchang Rebellion, there was no Han army in Liaodong Province, but the Han'er village knew that there were still many original Han soldiers and horses hiding in the mountains, and some people went up the mountains and fell to the grass to defect to the cottage.

"Good!" Kim Chang-tae gave a thumbs up and asked, "Are you speaking on behalf of this village?" ”

Ma Biaozi was stunned and bold, but he didn't mix, he was single, and he said he would leave, but he couldn't speak for the village fathers, and subconsciously raised his hands and waved: "Where can this be?" I'm just one person. After speaking, he looked at Zhang Zhiqiao five steps away, Zhang Zhiqiao could recognize a few words, the imperial court collected taxes, and in the past few years, he has convened all households in the village to discuss how to apportion.

With Ma Biaozi's gaze, the eyes of several other households, Zhao Xingde and Jin Changtai all fell on Zhang Zhiqiao, making him feel like he had the courage to bear two hundred catties on his shoulders, so he had to let go of the lady's hand, hide her behind him, and reluctantly smiled: "General, see Zhang Zhiqiao, grass people." ”

Zhao Xingde saw that this person was tall and his clothes were rough, but he was still neat among the people, he smiled and nodded, and said in a deep voice: "What do you say?" ”

Zhang Zhiqiao's mind turned through thousands of entanglements, he was very sure, since the "imperial court" dispatched such soldiers and horses, it would definitely not be possible if he didn't leave, but he gave up the village and land that his grandparents had run and cultivated for more than 100 years, as if a grass had been uprooted, he called himself a "grass people", and when he thought of leaving this land, he was full of panic and resisting thoughts.

The adult who led the troops seemed to be kind, so let's give it a fight, Zhang Zhiqiao made a heart and asked, "Where are you going to move us to?" ”

Zhao Xingde didn't answer immediately, but asked loudly: "Mr. Zhang is speaking on your behalf, is anyone dissatisfied?" His face sank like water, swept over the faces of the people one by one, looking at the dark and rough faces, there were worries, anxiousness, sorrow, fear, and dodging in his eyes, but there was no indignation against this Zhang Zhiqiao. What a tribune. Zhao Xingde said secretly in his heart, exchanged glances with Jin Changtai, and found a smile in the other party's eyes. The Chengying Camp has also done several trips to coerce the people, and if there is such a figure who serves the public, things will be easy to do.

"Brother Qiao speaks, we have nothing to disagree with." Zhang Fu shouted boldly, his neck shrank unconsciously, and his daughter-in-law pulled his shirt tightly behind him. "Yes." "Brother Zhang Jiaqiao is a person." The villagers began to echo in twos and threes. pinned all his hopes on Zhang Zhiqiao, who was the most sensible in the whole village, and was almost the only one who could deal with the imperial court. Some people vaguely feel that today's pole seems to be a little different from the court of the Great Liao Kingdom, and also from the mountain bandits or officers and soldiers they knew in the past.

"In that case," Zhao Xingde arched his hand to Zhang Zhiqiao and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, go east twenty times here, in the Phoenix Mountain, near Sanyin City, where the Han people are settled. Although it was a little desolate, fortunately, the land was fertile and the mountains were rugged on all sides, so if the Hu people burned and killed them, everyone could still take refuge in the mountains. Fellow villagers, go and pack up the ploughing cattle, farm tools, seeds, and other things. When we get to the ground, our Protectors will also distribute some rations to you as appropriate. In time, the Protectors will give you the tools of farming, such as ploughshares and shovels, to reclaim the wasteland. ”

Zhang Zhiqiao had the courage to look up at Zhao Xingde, trying to discern the slightest sign of lying from his face, but there was no at all, this pole leader was only sincere on his face, Mr. said that his eyes were correct and his heart was right, and the rain dripped on his face, and he did not hide or avoid it, and his eyes looked at himself without blinking, and it seemed that he was not hiding at all. The other people also looked at Zhao Xingde, and the person just now was full of smiles, although it made people let down their guard, but it always made people feel as if they were going to be fooled. This person's demeanor was a little cold, but there was a convincing energy in his speech, which made people feel that everything would be arranged properly if they followed him.

After the misty drizzle fell on his body, hundreds of eyes fell on his face, Zhao Xingde was unconscious, and said slowly: "Although it is wasteland over there, the land is very fertile, we have inquired, a few years ago, there were still people who cultivated near the Khitan village by the khitan, and then the Khitan people withdrew, and the nearby land was barren." When you go there, you can grant 50 acres of land for each ding, and only pay 30% of the income from a year's cultivation, and the rest belongs to yourself. Like today, you have elected a person like Mr. Zhang to be the protector of the people, and if you are bullied, the protector will avenge you. ”

Grant land, Liaodong is different from inland prefectures and counties, there is barren black soil everywhere, as long as it is cultivated, there are Hu people everywhere, and the fields have to be reclaimed. Therefore, although there are many Han people in Liaodong, most of them are close to the "imperial court" and do not dare to go deep into the mountains. Thirty percent of the land rent, if there is no other claim, then it is good.

"I hope so." Zhang Zhiqiao sighed and said, "People in troubled times are not as good as dogs, and it would be good to be able to save their lives." "Zhao Xingde said that he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't care about it. He only focused on distinguishing one thing from Zhao Xingde's tone and demeanor, this group of people is reasonable.

"The detailed laws of the imperial court are all people-oriented, and they will be taught to you one by one in the future." Zhao Xingde suddenly said, "We are reasonable. The rain fell around him, like a trace of mist enveloping the surroundings, making people look hazy, but the sonorous and powerful tone was the clearest.