In any era, the consequences of rebellion were extremely tragic.

After killing Yuwen Xin, he obtained a Battle Spirit General Soul, but Yang Shuang was not happy.

According to the film and television, the more than 8,000 rebels who surrendered, along with their families, are estimated to have either been hacked to death by the Weishui River or buried alive.

That's nearly 10,000 lives!

Thinking about the black football everywhere outside the North Crossing, Yang Shuang's heart trembled a little.

Killing the Turks, he is not uncomfortable, but killing his compatriots, he is a little difficult to accept.

This is not a, but after hundreds of years of war, how many 10,000 people are there in the Central Plains?!

Standing by the pink Weishui River, Yang Shuang stopped Yang Awu, who wanted to put a cloak on him, and turned to Yang Jian.

A few days ago, there was another change in the Turks, and Changsun Sheng had already gone to the Northern Regions.

Without an interpreter, he could only converse in half-baked Turkic.

As for the communication on the battlefield just now, the sound was very quiet, and besides, Yang Jian, who noticed the birthmark, may have already known his identity.

"Enlighten the saints, the last will think"

"Yang Aiqing!" His Majesty the Emperor raised his hand to help Yang Shuang, who was kneeling on one knee, took his hand and sighed, "I have something to discuss with you." ”

"The Holy One commands it."

"These nearly 10,000 people, just like Yu Wenxin, were confused by Liang Shiyan's old thief. Rebellion is naturally a big rebellion, and it should be cut according to the law, but I can't bear it! ”

"Holy thoughts?"

"The Western Regions are vast and sparsely populated! It's better to sentence them, their wives and children to 3,000 miles in prison and move to the Western Regions! As for the follow-up arrangement, with you and the Goose King here, I can rest assured! ”

"Holy Wisdom!" Yang Shuang opened his mouth, but finally slapped a sycophant.

Soon, the rebels, who knew that they did not need to be exterminated, raised their voices and shouted, and a bigger wave of sycophants attacked.

As a result, however, many rebel generals were isolated.

Yang Jian can spare ordinary soldiers, it does not mean that he can spare them, as an emperor, he needs to vent his anger, and he needs to give an explanation to the soldiers and people who died in battle.

It can be seen that in the near future, a certain piece of land outside Daxing City will be as red as dye.

Yang Shuang can't manage so much, people, since they make mistakes, they must have the courage to bear the consequences.

And, he also wants to vent!

Almost a third of the five hundred sword and shield soldiers were killed in the battle, some entered the gray space and became elites, and some of them rested here forever.

Shi Da and the others were wounded, and led their men who had bandaged their wounds to collect the corpses and distinguish their weapons and armor.

Ding Yanping's injuries were not serious, and he seemed to have known that Yang Shuang had become the governor of the capital, so he hurriedly ran over to say hello.

Although the two brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, they are not so happy to meet in such a bleak battlefield.

"Congratulations on my eldest brother's promotion to the position of Grand Governor!"

"Let's go to the camp another day and have a drink!"

"Yes, big brother!"

Luo Yi, who lost his war horse, was naturally in no mood to greet Yang Shuang, and even ignored him, the metropolitan governor, and walked towards the place where the Xiaoguo army was assembled with a silver gun.

Yang Shuang's eyes narrowed, if the soul really killed Qin Qiong and his Laozi, as this kind of relationship, it seems that it should be called 'Lianqiao' in his hometown.

As Luo Yi, who is a bridge, there is a chance that he will take revenge.

Kill him in advance?

But Luo Yi's father-in-law, that fat man doesn't seem to be worse than Lao Hei.

Yang Shuang was entangled.

The aftermath of the Central Plains is far more troublesome than that of the Western Regions.

The horse thief has no home and no room, and when he dies, he is a pile of loess.

But the Central Plains are different.

The head of the family, who was supposed to worship his ancestors, went forever, and the grief brought to his wife and children, as well as his old father and mother, can be imagined.

Not long after, the reinforcements of the Western Battalion arrived on the battlefield, and the people who followed were also prostrate on the ground that had just leaked green shoots.

Women in sackcloth, holding barefoot babies, desperately swaying headless, or arrows piercing corpses.

The gray-haired old man lay on his stomach on his son with a broken leg or a broken foot, and shouted all kinds of nicknames.

For a time, there was mourning all over the field, crying and screaming. Those who hear are sad, and those who see are in tears.

Yang Shuang is not an emotional person, but at this moment, he is also sad.

"Oh no, Zhou's jumped into the river!"

"Quick, save !!"

"Ah Lang is gone, how can I live! He, he didn't even have a child left! ”

After the jokes that Yang Awu made before, Yang Shuang already understood what Zhou meant.

Ancient women had a low status, had no name, and even had no surname.

As the saying goes, marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, and the moment you step into your father's house, you will change your husband's surname.

For example, Yang Awu is married to Wang Fengxiao, and in the future, he will call himself Wang.

Zhou, who jumped into the Weishui River, was finally rescued by two guards on the riverbank.

However, this peasant woman, who was not very pretty, slammed her head into the thick willow tree by the river, but fortunately the janissaries reached out and stopped them halfway.

"Zhijie is faithful!"

was wounded in more than ten places, but Yang Jian did not rest, but took the guards to comfort the people and wounded soldiers before coming to Yang Shuang's side.

"Whew!"

Yang Shuang was depressed and wanted to do something, but he didn't know where to start.

Give money?

How long can a woman live if she has no livelihood?

You must know that in the uniform field system, men only have Yongye field, while women only have 20 acres of open field.

Twenty acres of open air, without men, it is difficult to cultivate, and most importantly, farming requires forced labor.

In feudal society, without men, it is comparable to the sky falling!

Yang Shuang looked at Yang Jian.

He knew a better system, but in this era it was tantamount to Wang Mang starting a new dynasty.

If the interests of some people are touched, they may be able to rely on another part of the people to suppress them, and if the interests of everyone are touched, the world will not be far from chaos.

"I still have a lot to do!" Yang Jian's face was not good-looking, so he summoned Zhang Xutuo and ordered: "There is a shortage of a few waiters in the palace who wash clothes, call her, and those women, go together!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Yang Shuang shook his head, doing this would not solve the problem at all.

At this moment, his mind was in a mess, trying to recall the money-making items that were prevalent in his rural hometown when he was a child.

Although they are all old in the age of technology, they are artifacts in this era.

"Holy Lord, let's go back to the camp first!"

In order to avoid another attack, the emperor's family was obviously not ready to return to Daxing City immediately, and the temporary camp on the other side of the river became a palace.

After cleaning the battlefield, waiting for the people to register the names of the dead, and taking the corpses and wailing and leaving, the sky was already dark.

Yang Shuang instructed Shi Da to send Yang Jian and others a few mutton steamed buns, as well as finger cakes, and then picked up the paper to write and draw.

To give women work, weaving is naturally the first priority.

It took 700 years for Huang Daopo to appear, and Jenny had to wait until the 18th century.

That's all he wants to do now!

No, there are also mille-feuille bottoms from Mom, as well as porcelain, roasted tea, and papermaking!

The Silk Road is unblocked, and it is time to earn some foreign exchange for the Great Sui.

However, before doing this, he also needs to estimate the impact on the market.

If a large number of looms are made, will the price of cloth fall or rise?

What about the price of raw silk and silk linen?

You know, it's still ordinary people who grow or breed these raw materials.

"Madan, I'm so tired!"

It is estimated that after half a day, Yang Shuang suddenly threw away the charcoal and decided to engage in a mille-feuille bottom first!

Because the raw material of the mille-feuille bottom is the simplest.

First brush the paste on the wooden board, then spread the rags, continue to brush the paste, then evenly cover the silk linen, brush the paste for the third time, and then spread a layer of rags, it has become the 'jacket' that I often saw when I was a child.

Cut the jacket according to the shoe pattern and then use the rope evenly

"I rub it, there is no cotton thread! And, can anyone tell me what that thimble thing is called? By the way, it doesn't seem like a steel needle can be done! ”