The autumn wind swept by, and the grass and trees were half scorched.

Ten days have passed since the tripartite peace talks, and the tea and horse trade road has become more and more lively.

Yelu Dashi's 500,000 troops of the Northwest Recruitment Division did not appear on the grassland of the Kerebu without a single soldier, and the Khitan magnates in Shangjing sold the interests of Daliao for dozens of carts of jewelry and gold.

Countless Mongolian horses with strong endurance and unfazed riots were sold to the Western Army barracks of the Great Song Dynasty, and teams of Kereh warriors were traded to Xiazhou like goods, where they were assigned by the Western Army and flooded the battalions.

And the Mongols also got the food, salt, iron pots they coveted...

Tong Guan, who was holding back friction on the border of Hebei, was stunned to find that the Khitans were not angry at all, and they had no intention of taking revenge with resentment.

Liang Shicheng ran through the same line, and his idea of re-occupying the court by cutting Yan was frustrated.

The sky is high and clear, the ground is wide and the grass is deep, Yang Lin expanded his chest, overlooking the grassland, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

This westward journey seems to be calm, but in fact it is frightening.

Not only to deal with the powerful Khitan, but also to divide and win over the Qiang people, and to guard against their own people's behind.

Fortunately, the result he asked for had been achieved, and the next thing was to bury his head in development, waiting for the turbulent war to start in the north.

If they succeed by Liang Shicheng, once Song Liao starts a war and the Jurchens take advantage of the situation, it will really become a mess worse than the original history.

Yang Lin thought of himself as if laughing at himself, this time the credit is greater than any previous time, but it is a pity that a few people in the world can see through...

Standing next to him was a veteran, about sixty years old, with a burly figure, a few strands of white under his long beard, and his expression was faint, but it gave people a feeling of perseverance like steel. In the gestures, a chilling murderous aura was revealed from time to time, obviously it was fought in the sea of corpses and blood, and it was the Northwest Heavy General Cultivation Master.

Yang Lin looked at the Qiang soldiers and Mongolian soldiers who were waiting in line to receive the armor and weapons of the Great Song Dynasty on the school grounds, and said with a smile: "'When the boy is fifteen or twenty, he will win the Hu horse on foot'." Now Hu Ma does not need to be taken, the Hu people are also used by me, the primary goal of the northwest is of course to restore people's livelihood and livelihood, but after the stabilization of Dali in the future, there will be a battle in the Great Song Dynasty and Tubo, and your western army must not slack off. How many ministers in the court, all eyes are staring at you. ”

Seed Master Dao smiled slightly, the current situation was not easy to come by, how could he not know how to cherish it.

"Don't worry, Shaozai, I listen to what Shaozai meant, are you going to return to Bianliang?"

Yang Lin nodded, it's not a good thing to leave Bianliang for a long time, without looking at it himself, Wang Hao, Cai You, these birdmen pinched Zhao Ji and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Walking to the city, the officials of the northwestern states were all present.

Yang Lin didn't care what ethnic group was present, anyway, it was mostly Han people, so he said loudly: "The Hu and Han people in the northwest live here with their own people's feelings, and there is no difficulty in controlling the place. Do you know what policy is best? ”

The seed master smiled and said, "I am willing to listen to the teachings of Shaozai." ”

"Treat everyone equally!" Yang Lin shook his index finger and said: "All the people in the Song Realm, all of them are my emperor's people, and they must all be treated equally." Whether it is extraordinarily preferential treatment or bullying and humiliation, it will make other clansmen join together and be separated from the Han people. If you are an official and govern the locality, you will inevitably encounter problems of various ethnic groups. The Han people steal a few boards, and the Qiang people steal a few boards; The Uighurs ate as much relief grain as the Han people took in the disaster year. ”

After speaking, he turned to the generals of the Western Army and said: "There is a truth, the Han people will reward as much silver as they kill the enemy, and the Qiang soldiers will be as many as they are; How the Han people are promoted, the Mongols are promoted. ”

The military generals of Wenchen present, whether they were Hengshan Qiqiang or the head of the Kereh Department, all nodded yes.

Outside, Lu Qian came in and asked if he was leaving.

The planter said: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don't you finish and leave." ”

Yang Lin just wanted to refuse, but suddenly remembered something, and said: "Since this is the case, I will leave the day after tomorrow." ”

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Fugu, folded home, Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet.

The Northwest family has accumulated over the years, and the luxury is not weaker than the Bianliang magnates, and even surpasses it.

The banquet is set up in a fine pavilion in the inner house, which is equipped with a smoker with four heights and the top of the pavilion for exhaust smoke, which has been burning for a long time, and the pavilion is as warm as spring. Dozens of beautiful maids are arranged in two rows, and at a glance, they are full of pearls and flowers.

Needless to say, the luxury of the Fugu family, even if it has been fought for a hundred years, although Yang Lin has long been accustomed to it in Bianliang, it is the first time he has been so comfortable when he came to the northwest, and it also made him feel comfortable for a long time.

Yang Lin alone has four Qiang maids around the table, jade fingers manipulating, green sleeves pouring wine.

These girls sent by the Qiang tribe wear Han family costumes, which can be regarded as a unique taste.

Halfway through the meal, the gentle sound of the flute sounded, followed by the faint sound of the flute.

The kaki of the Orifu beat the drum and blow the sheng, play the piano and wipe the strings, and the six maiko outside the bead curtain dance with the melodious music, the colorful clothes in the court are flying, and the fragrant wind is scattered, which makes people intoxicated.

The generals of the Northwest toasted one by one, Yang Lin smiled and excused himself, and at this time, Lu Qian came in and said something in his ear.

Yang Lin looked happy, nodded frequently, and then whispered a few words to Lu Qian, asking him to do it as soon as possible.

Lu Qian's face was embarrassed, he was glared at by Yang Lin, and walked out quickly.

The generals of the Northwest who were present looked sideways, not knowing what they were talking about.

Yang Lin just got up and said: "Congratulations on Mid-Autumn today, this official can't reunite with his family outside, but he can't pull you along."

Now that we're drunk, let's all go back to spend time with our families! ”

Everyone surrounded him and sent him to the gate of Zhefu, Yang Lin sent several of his maids to the carriage, but rode a horse with the Banzai camp to the camp on the outskirts of the city.

The full moon is like a disk, and a tall girl stands under the tree and waits. It was evident that she had come on horseback, and that she was holding a small sheepskin whip in her hand, and her knuckles were a little white from the cold.

Yang Lin straightened his clothes, turned over and dismounted, and walked slowly over with the reins in his hand, Suina was slightly panicked.

Yang Lin didn't show any timidity, showed a mouthful of small white teeth, and said with a smile: "You're here!" ”

Suina bit her lower lip and bowed her head and said, "Your official is so big, you only need to move your mouth to command your subordinates to ask people, and my father is so happy that he can't close his mouth... Yang Shaozai's official authority is so big, do I dare not come. ”

Yang Lin rolled his eyes and reached out to hold her forearm, Suina trembled, but still did not refuse.

Yang Lin said softly as he walked: "Nana, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the custom of our Han people is family reunion. I don't have any family in the Northwest, if there is, I think it's only you. ”

Halfway through, Lu Qian came over and gestured to him, signaling that he had done it as instructed.

Yang Lin was overjoyed, and walked to a carriage with the recognized first beauty of the Qiang people.

The four corners of the gorgeous Mamu are hung with bright lights, the curtains are hanging low, and the floor and seats in the car are sprinkled with the fragrance of flower petals.

Pure white horses, soft carpets, candles holding pink shades.

Yang Lin jumped into the carriage and made an inviting gesture, Suina is a Qiang girl, let alone seeing it, she has never dreamed of many tricks in her dreams...

On the flushed cheeks, there was a drunken blush, delicate and cute.

Gently approached and was hugged by Yang Lin, and after a coquettish sound, his arms unconsciously wrapped his arms around his neck.

A pure white horse, pulling an incense cart, strolls along the banks of the Wuding River...

Bodywork... Shock, shock.