South! Former Tushan tribe.

Zhang Song, who is stationed here, has not had a good time during this time.

Compared to the pleasant climate of the Central Plains, the weather here is too humid and muggy, especially in the summer, when it rains every few days.

Although there is no such severe natural disaster as the flood, it is wet every day, which makes these people from the original very uncomfortable.

Every day in the army, some people fall ill, except for a few who die because of this, most of them are not feeling well, but at least they do not have to worry about their lives.

In such a place, if it were not for the order of the imperial court, no one would stay here for an extra day.

The newly occupied territory did not open a state and set up a government, and was completely under military control.

Zhang Song's right has absolute authority here, but for him, he would rather not have this right.

But this is not what he can say, a few days ago, he received instructions from Chang'an, and those bigwigs in the imperial court were already preparing to make a move against the Miao people.

This news made his unhappy mood a little better.

For soldiers, it is a good thing to have a fight, which means that a large number of rewards will be handed down, and life will be better for themselves and their brothers.

As for why the imperial court didn't like the Miao people, he knew that this was not something he should consider.

The imperial court asked him to send people to explore the terrain of the south, especially the dense waterways, before the war, which was emphasized more than once in the official document.

He didn't know what the imperial court wanted information about the waterway, and the river here did not border Jishui at all, so he couldn't send a boat to come over at all.

Although he was puzzled, his long military career made him develop the habit of obeying orders.

He carefully put away the official documents, called his adjutant, and asked him to arrange for a few clever soldiers to come to the tent to wait for the dispatch.

And at the same time, the southern border of the state of Qi.

The Qi people were deceived and built eight new cities in less than a year on the land they exchanged for the Miao people.

With these cities as the center, the Qi people collected information about the Miao people everywhere, and secretly supported the pro-Qi forces, preparing to disrupt the Miao people's power from the inside.

Although this method has had little effect so far, the officials of Qi have enjoyed it.

On the Miao side, after the Qi State sanctioned them, the living standards of the nobles plummeted.

Once upon a time, they watched the sale of goods to the Qi people in exchange for a large amount of daily necessities.

The silk, cloth, salt, grain, and handicrafts of the Qi people made the nobles feel that the happy days were just around the corner.

But the reality is often like this, when a person is extremely proud, he always can't see the situation clearly, thinking that he can argue with Qi State, but he finds that the reality is so cruel.

The Miao people only know how to enjoy themselves in recent years, and their military strength has not improved at all, even if the army of Qi is within easy reach, they will not take a closer look at the military system of Qi State.

After a few years, the war is still chaotic.

If it weren't for the high mountains and dense forests where the Miao people were, how would the soldiers of the border army who were expected to make military achievements tolerate these rabble jumping up and down there.

From thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift, how can the aristocracy who have lived a luxurious life tolerate the decline in their quality of life.

Forced into desperation, in order to maintain their own enjoyment, the nobles carried out a very cruel exploitation of the people under their rule.

Some people who really can't survive choose to flee, and in the summer of the eleventh year of Hongwu, the ancient southern land is full of mourning.

When Yang Hao received the information from the south, he couldn't help but sigh.

"One will be a success, and ten thousand bones will wither!"

Yang Hao naturally sympathized with the tragic experience of those ordinary Miao people, for ordinary people, what family and country are all bullshit.

They just want to live, and now because of him Yang Hao, such an idea that was originally normal has gradually become a luxury.

He suddenly felt that he was so cold-blooded, and in the end he could only whitewash what he had done with the illusory righteousness of the world.

Perhaps careerists throughout the ages are more or less like Yang Hao, full of contradictions in their hearts.

He is a person in power, as long as he writes a few strokes in the history books, everything he does is full of justice.

As for the ants who died because of this, who would care about them.

"I don't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me, what a great irony!"

Yang Hao smiled bitterly.

"King Qiqi! The eldest prince asks to see him. ”

The guards came in to report.

Yang Hao nodded and said, "Oh! Got it, let him in! ”

"Yes!"

Soon after the guards retreated, a childish Yang Zhi walked in,

"Son-in-law to meet my father!"

"Well, sit down!"

"Thank you, Father!"

"What's the matter with me?"

Yang Zhi took a deep breath, his eyes showed a resolute look, and he got up and bowed: "Father! The son begged his father to allow the son to travel with the Qi country.

My father once said that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

Erchen wants to know more about the livelihood of my Daqi.

”

Yang Hao stared at his eldest son for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Why do you have this idea?" ”

Yang Zhidao: "Erchen grew up in Chang'an since he was a child, and Chang'an is the most prosperous place in my Daqi.

In the past few days, Erchen happened to meet Jia people from other places in the city, and then he realized that outside of Daqi, there are many places in Daqi where the people can't even eat.

Erchen wants to take a look, although Erchen is shallow, but he doesn't want to be covered by the prosperity of Chang'an.

What does the son want to do for the people of my Daqi, and one day I hope to be able to share the worries of my father.

”

Yang Hao frowned, Yang Zhi was only eleven years old this year, and he was a little surprised to have such ambitions.

"Is this your own idea? Or did someone teach you to say so? ”

Yang Zhi said: "This is Erchen's own idea!" ”

Yang Hao stared at Yang Zhi for a long time, and nodded: "It's a good thing that you can have such thoughts, but do you know that your identity is not an ordinary person, if you travel, you have thought about how hard it will be to waste money and money." ”

Yang Zhi said: "Father! Erchen is not going out to play, just a few more guards to accompany him, and Erchen will definitely not waste money. ”

Yang Hao smiled with satisfaction when he heard this, and secretly said that his education of Yang Zhi over the years was not in vain.

didn't raise this kid to be a gentleman who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, compared to his son, Yang Hao was still thinking about how to get two money to play in the game hall when he was his age.

His son can be like this at such an age, Yang Hao is extremely pleased.

As long as this kid can become a Ming Jun, even if he can't encounter a strong enemy from the West in his era, Yang Zhizai can at least keep the foundation he has laid.