Yin Muhong's notoriety spread all over the country again, and this time he also brought Uncle Zhang with him.

Yang Lin, who was far away in Yangyi Baa City, listened to his subordinates tell how miserable they were scolded, and patted his thighs with joy.

"Uncle Zhang's fate is not good, he is contaminated with Yin Muhong, and he has to be scolded for a few years, I hope he can survive these few years. If you want to change the tone of the people and the people, you have to wait for my new policy to be completed. When the time comes, the world will be full of praises, how can anyone be so blind. ”

Lu Wang, who was next to him, flashed a trace of disgust in his eyes, and said: "Shaozai, why don't you plug the beaks of these birdmen, obviously we are working hard for the country and the people, but we have made them just like victims." It's as if we don't enjoy the boundless wealth of Bianliang, and we fight in the south and the north and go all over the Great Song Dynasty just to persecute them. Sometimes, my subordinates really can't swallow this breath! ”

Yang Lin laughed and said, "I think I'm not thin-skinned, but compared to them, it's still far behind." What is there to swallow, in my opinion, they are the same as the Jurchen Tartars. Left and right are just slowly eradicating, and we do all this, and not for their comments. There are so many so-called literati and writers all over the world who are shaking their pens, and there are a few people who are worthy of commenting on me Yang Lin, and I don't know what to do. ”

In fact, today's Shilin is no longer a one-sided abuse, Yin Muhong made a big noise in the academy in the early days, and now he has seen results.

Cai Jing came up with a college system, which almost lowered the threshold for admission to the lowest level ever, and many poor scholars were able to read and write.

These people do not have any lineage or clan, and they do not start from the interests of the clan when they understand problems, they only believe what they see in front of them and what they hear in their ears.

Yang Lin's exploits do not need to be exaggerated, they are already exaggerated. His prestige in Shilin showed a polarized trend, with some people respecting him as a god and others hating him as an enemy.

Stretching his waist, Yang Lin was in a very comfortable mood, since he arrived in Dali, and in Bianliang are completely two worlds.

It's vibrant, the New Deal is in full swing, and things are moving in a good direction.

"Dali is my blessed land." Yang Lin said happily.

At this time, there was a sound of rustling footsteps, and Duan Miaozhen came in with a tray with three cups of hot tea on it.

Lu Qian and Lu Wang hurriedly confessed and took it, Duan Miaozhen's face was red, just now I heard Yang Lin say that Dali was his blessed land, Fang naturally thought that he was talking about himself.

She stood beside Yang Lin and listened to them discuss the new policy, and after a while, Lu Qian and Lu Wang glanced at each other, and retreated together.

Duan Miaozhen stepped forward and said, "Lin Lang, in a few days it will be our Dali ceremony, will it be held this year?" ”

When Yang Lin heard this, he became interested and asked, "What ceremony?" ”

"The ritual is a prayer to the Buddha for good weather and abundant crops in the coming year." Duan Miaozhen said with a hint of a smile: "When people were young, they often participated. ”

Because of the special geographical location of Dali, the successive rulers here have attached great importance to farming. Their vigorous construction of water conservancy and the good natural environment have provided innate advantages for agricultural production, so that Dali's agriculture is basically at the same level as that of the Central Plains. It is known as "the land is vast and the people are well-equipped".

Some Song people once praised that "the benefits of irrigation are in the fields of Yunnan, the fields covered by hemp, and the fields are thousands of hectares".

In addition, almost all the people in Dali believe in Buddhism, so this ceremony is also a big festival over the years, Yang Lin pondered for a moment and said: "Do it!" Since it is a conventional custom, there is no reason to suppress it. ”

He stretched out his hand lightly and patted his thigh, and Duan Miaozhen sat up with a red face.

Yang Lin secretly said in his heart, there are thirty-six barbarians in Dali, and they have always been governed by the leaders and Tusi, so it is better to take advantage of their belief in Buddhism to integrate these clansmen into Sinicization.

Otherwise, although the thirty-six tribes are all called Wuman, they are not of the same clan after all, and it is difficult to truly integrate into the Central Plains.

"Who's going to be the one to preside over this ceremony this year?"

Duan Miaozhen looked up at Yang Lin, as if she was a little interested, Yang Lin patted her cheek lightly, and said with a smile: "You can't do it, your Duan family kills too much, especially your father, who has become a public enemy of the barbarians." ”

Duan Miaozhen's heart darkened, what her lover said was exactly right, and his father almost killed the thirty-six parts of the barbarians one by one.

At the beginning, Duan Zhengchun seemed to vent his anger, but in fact, he was wise to protect himself, so that Emperor Song was completely at ease with him. In this way, the mistakes have helped Yang Lin a lot, and many times a massacre is the best medicine introduction before social change.

If Duan Zhengchun hadn't washed Dali's blood, just these toast masters would have been a problem for the ages. Historically, it was not until the early years of the Manchu Qing Dynasty that Kang Mazi took advantage of Wu Sangui's rebellion to slaughter Yungui and slaughter him, which barely solved the problem of Tusi.

You have to find a suitable person.,To preside over this ceremony.,And then let this ceremony,It's the beginning of Dali's internal sinicization.。

Yang Lin gently rubbed the beauty in his hand and fell into deep thought...

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In the territory of the Li Dynasty in Jiaozhi, a conscription suddenly began, which shook the entire imperial court.

Empress Lan Ying sent people several times to summon the crown prince Li Yanghuan, but they were ignored.

Li Yanghuan had money in his hands, and he already controlled many yamen, so his conscription was quickly put into action.

The only thing the prince lacks is military power, once he has military power, with his arrogant and domineering temperament, how can he continue to forbear.

Empress Lan Ying didn't think about tea and dinner for several days, and she was getting thinner and thinner, and the East Palace was like a sharp knife hanging over their heads.

The old emperor still showed no signs of waking up, and he relied on expensive drugs to hang himself every day, and he didn't know when he would die.

Empress Lan Ying came out of the emperor's bedroom, her face was even more sad, and she frowned and returned to her palace.

"Niangniang, Your Majesty, hasn't he improved yet?" Shi Man asked nervously, the situation outside was turbulent, and as a confidant of Empress Lan Ying, she was also very anxious.

"Ugh." Empress Lan Ying sighed, held her forehead with her bare hands, and shook her head slightly.

"It must be those Song people, they didn't get the answer they wanted from Niangniang, and they went to find the prince instead!" Empress Lan Ying felt a little regretful in her heart, she had already known that she had promised those Song people, but it was just a battle with the Song soldiers, they often raised troops to invade the Great Song Dynasty, and they made a lot of money every time.

It's too late to say anything now, and the conditions offered by the Song people that night must have gone to the prince.

Shi Man stepped forward and was just about to open her mouth to persuade her, when a female guard came in and whispered in her ear...

Shi Man's eyes lit up, waved his hand to let the guards retreat, and then said, "Niangniang, there is another batch of Song people." ”