In Cangzhou, in the northeast, there are large grassland wetlands, where thousands of party war horses are raised, and there are thousands of party people who are no different from the Song people in their outfits and hair buns. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, these Mi clan people who only raised war horses slowly raised cattle and sheep, and then twenty or thirty miles to the east, there was a vast sea, and there were many Mi clan people working on the seaside, and the large salt ponds began to take shape.

A few Song people took the wooden block and threw it into the big pond one by one, and then picked it up again, just looking at the scale of the wooden block exposed to the water, a few people could know the salt content of the pool.

Then turn your gaze back to the Michael's station.

Dozens of iron horsemen galloped wildly around the large open space, and there were thousands of Michael's light horses in front of them.

These light cavalry are skilled in horsemanship, and they are also extremely skilled in archery, and the formation is even tighter.

Zheng Zhi nodded again and again, and slowly stopped his horse steps with dozens of iron horsemen under his command, and returned to the camp.

Thousands of light riders are still galloping in the grass, and they seem to be venting a lot of depression in their hearts. When a captured prisoner of a defeated army, a former elite warrior, once again picks up a sword, a spear, a crossbow and a bow, and once again gallops on a horse like a warrior, this in itself is a very touching thing.

"Lao Pei, we have to expand the army again, let the Mi clan become an army of 1,000, prepare more ordnance, and when necessary, the Mi men can be fully armed at any time." Zheng Zhi paced the horse and explained to Pei Xuan on the side that the matter could not be delayed, but if there was really a northern expedition, as Zheng Zhi said, all the party men had to go into battle, and one more skilled cavalry would have a better chance of winning.

"Xianggong, if Mi is the opposite, how is it good?" In Pei Xuan's heart, he has never trusted the party members, and is more suspicious.

In fact, in Zheng Zhi's heart, how could he really have trust. However, it is also a last resort, if it is a peaceful time, how can these party members still get swords and guns, but now, the Liao and Song Dynasty wars are imminent, Zheng Zhi can't wait for the party women to go into battle.

"Instead, let him go against it, I have my own plans in my heart, many things are a last resort, usually monitor the movements of the party members, but if there is a little abnormality, I will report it immediately." Zheng Zhi didn't seem to care and said, but his heart was also vigilant.

Pei Xuan heard this, and he couldn't say anything, so he had to say: "Xianggong, if this party item is against him, how to deal with it?" ”

Pei Xuan naturally wants to prepare for the worst, and he also wants to get Zheng Zhi an attitude to avoid being tied up when the matter comes to an end.

"The whole clan is slaughtered!" Zheng Zhi has long thought thoroughly about this kind of thing, and there has never been a trace of kindness in his heart when life and death are important.

Pei Xuan listened to the words and nodded, as long as there is such a sentence as Zheng Zhi, but if there is anything, Pei Xuan can naturally let go of his hands and feet to deal with it.

Zheng Zhi looked back at the party cavalry who were still galloping back and forth, bending their bows and shooting arrows. A few more commanders beckoned to the side.

The sound of gold rose immediately. Looking at the more than 1,000 light horsemen in the distance, they stopped one by one, quickly turned back, and the queue was still close.

In the big tent, Zheng Zhi sat firmly in the Chinese army. On the left is naturally Pei Xuan and other men. The first seat on the right is not the patriarch of Mi Zhenwu, but the woman Mi Zhennian, and the second seat is Mi Zhenwu.

Wine and food are also served, the huqin is also played, the timbre is vast, and there is also sorrow, Huyin has been like this since ancient times. Nomads can sing and dance, and naturally there are more than a dozen women dancing to the music. The nomadic dance is unique, distinctive, the movements are also open and closed, the wild geese fly south, the earth is vast, and the horses are galloping, all into the dance.

Hu Yin stopped for a while, and Zheng Zhi, the Chinese army, propped his hands on his knees, full of domineering, and spoke in an extremely strong tone.

"Mi Zhenwu has made meritorious service in training, and he will be rewarded with 20,000 yuan and 5,000 brocade silk." Commanding subordinates, since ancient times, has been a combination of grace and power, and the power has reached the extreme, and it is naturally time to give favors.

People are like this, whether to rebel with their heads or not, in fact, the most important one is whether there is a way to live, but if there is a way to live, it will not be easy to rebel.

Mi Zhenwu heard Zheng Zhi's words, first startled, and then hurriedly stepped forward to bow down, and said respectfully: "Thank you for the reward!" ”

Zheng Zhi looked at Mi Zhenwu kneeling on the ground, as if he wanted to see through the heart of this young man, but it was in vain, this young man was no longer the child he was at the beginning, he slowly grew up, and his might was revealed a lot, and there was slowly fierceness between his eyebrows, and between the edges and corners, he could also see a little perseverance.

"From today on, Mi can dispose of cattle and sheep and old and weak horses at will, without reporting, or send people into the city to buy daily necessities, and after reporting to the government, they can walk freely in Cangzhou. Drying salt can get a layer of money and silver. Zheng Zhi opened his mouth and said. It is also a way to slowly let go of the Mi clan's life, and slowly let the Mi clan people have their own private property.

It turns out that the Mi clan, all supplies rely on Jinglufu, and it is a logging axe, which will also be strictly controlled. Now Zheng Zhi's words have given Mi a great favor, allowing Mi to slowly live like a normal person.

"Thank you for the master's gift, the little one must have done his best for the master and died!" Mi Zhenwu said goodbye.

Zheng Zhi laughed when he heard this: "I didn't expect you to really read some books during this time, and the idioms of Song dialect are so fluent." ”

Although Mi Zhenwu could speak Chinese before, it was just a daily language and simple communication, but now he is a idiom like "bow and die after doing his best", and naturally he has worked hard to learn.

"The master laughs, the villains all learned from my sister." Between his answers, Mi Zhenwu also said the fact that this Mi Zhennian was extremely proficient in Chinese. It was when Zheng Zhi first saw this Mi Zhennian, and this Mi Zhennian was dressed in the costume of a Song people.

Hearing this, Zheng Zhi slowly turned his head to look at Mi Zhennian on the right, and looked up and down, this Mi Zhennian was already dressed in Song clothes and headdresses, and he was extremely polite when he sat upright, his body was straight, his head was slightly bowed, and he only sat at the front of the chair, looking extremely respectful and polite.

Looking at the eyebrows again, there is no sorrow and hardship in the battle array, and there is no sorrow as a prisoner. After a short period of peace and a seemingly comfortable life. Mi Zhennian slowly regained her former appearance as the princess of the eight major tribes of the party, and she became more and more mature. The face is heroic, but it is a little delicate, if others look at it, they naturally think that this is a good little lady from a big family.

"Mi Zhennian, the Mi clan can be rejuvenated, you have made great contributions, and you should be rewarded, and when I go back, I will send more Chinese clothes and brocades, gold, silver and jade ornaments to reward you." Zheng Zhi naturally didn't think about rewarding this woman before he came, so he didn't prepare.

Mi Zhennian stood up slightly, lightly blessed, completely no different from the Song people, and opened his mouth to thank: "Thank you for the reward." ”

Zheng Zhi frowned slightly when he heard this. Mi Zhenwu is called the master, but this Mi Zhennian is called the father. The difference inside is naturally intriguing.

Zheng Zhi didn't look at the woman anymore, and said to Mi Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground: "Get up and sit down to eat." ”

After Mi Zhenwu said goodbye, he got up and sat down to Mi Zhen's head.

Wine is the wine rewarded by Zheng Zhi, and the dishes are naturally party characteristics, beef and mutton, fresh milk and cheese products, wild vegetables in the grass, and tea that relieves fishy and greasy.

Zheng Zhi and these men of the Western Army are naturally used to eating, and during the Northwest War, they also ate a lot of such dishes.

Everyone came to pay tribute to Zheng Zhi, and when the men of the Western Army were drunk, they were the big lamas, calling their brothers or Xianggong, and they came to pay respect.

Most of the people of the Mi clan knelt on the ground to pay tribute, even Mi Zhenwu also knelt on one knee and put his right hand on his chest to toast. Only Mi Zhennian, covering his mouth with his sleeves, and not going down to the table, is just a blessing.

Naturally, there are also singing and dancing. seems to be happy, Zheng Zhi naturally also sees that the estrangement is still very deep.

The whole Mi clan has good wine and good meat tonight. Everywhere in the tent, there were bonfires singing and dancing, and for the first time in several years, the whole family was so happy. The repression is too deep, and the joy is naturally extremely crazy, crazy to the point of drinking, singing and dancing, until you are exhausted, until you fall asleep on the grass and by the campfire.

Some men in the Western Army drink it, and naturally some people don't drink it, which is also a common practice in the army.

The military tent is set up a mile away from the Mi's camp, and does not rest in the camp, and the scouts at night, commonly known as the night are not collected, and more than a dozen people surround the Mi's camp to monitor. is only to ensure Zheng Zhi's safety, but whenever there is any change. Zheng Zhi naturally hit the horse and left. And then there's Thunderball.

Zheng Zhi went out of the camp, drank a lot, and his steps were already a little vain, but he was still sensible and clear, looking back at the fire of the camp, and hearing the faint strings. Nodding his head slowly, he only hopes that everything will develop according to his own ideas.

Zheng Zhi left, and inside the big tent, many rice people slowly dispersed.

Only the two siblings sat across from each other. It seems that there are also some things to be discussed, which are related to the life and death of these thousands of party members.