"Zhang Han thief, do you think you'll win?" Wang Liang laughed: "Lao Tzu is the one who ambushed you in Feilong Gorge, but it's a pity that you, a person without ancestors, can't see it, the fire is really clean." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Kill him." Zhang Yuanzhi never looked at it again, the two armies clashed, and the mercy to the enemy was cruelty to himself, and Zhang Yuanzhi had already seen from their eyes that they were dead soldiers.

"Quiet." This was the first feeling that Shaoxi Mansion gave Zhang Yuanzhi, the cavalry brought by Tie Zongtang had already guarded the city gate, but even so, Zhang Yuanzhi still felt silence.

"Desolate." This is the second feeling that Shaoxi Mansion gave Zhang Yuanzhi, yes, it turned out to be desolate, a huge city, as if it was a device that had not been running for a long time, so quietly placed in the corner, let the dust cover it.

The gate of Shaoxi Mansion was very clean, Zhang Yuanzhi did not see any traces of battle, looking at the gate of Shaoxi Mansion City with the gate empty, Zhang Yuanzhi finally faintly heard some sounds.

Is that what it is? Zhang Yuanzhi seemed to be fixed, hundreds of dead and wounded, thousands of lost horses, after nearly three days of arduous trekking, the attack of crossbow arrows, the burning of fires, and the explosion of tiger squat cannons, is this the result?

Looking at the tired cavalry, looking at the cavalry with tattered armor, and looking at the cavalry that was blown up with dust by the tiger squat cannon, Zhang Yuanzhi's throat was sweet, and he almost didn't vomit blood.

"My lord, Shaoxi Mansion City, the city gate is wide open, and there is not a single Song soldier." Tie Zongtang said with difficulty.

Zhang Yuan's heart was furious, and a sour breath surged up: "Who said that there are no Song soldiers, who said that there are no Song soldiers." ”

"Daddy, Daddy." Zhang Xiaojing was very scared in her heart, looked at the strange Zhang Yuanzhi, and shouted loudly: "Daddy, Xiaojing is so afraid, Xiaojing is so afraid." ”

Zhang Yuanzhi took a breath at this time, touched Zhang Xiaojing's head with his hand, looked at the empty city gate, and the empty Shaoxi Mansion City, himself, is it a defeat?

"My lord, please allow me to avenge our brothers." The guards beside Zhang Yuanzhi suddenly shouted loudly.

"My lord, please allow me to avenge our brothers." The cavalry suddenly glowed with a warm ******* Zhang Yuanyi was shocked, he knew the meaning of this sentence very well, it seemed that these arrogant cavalrymen who had already been provoked already had a plan to slaughter the city in their hearts: "Ninth brother, ninth brother." ”

Zhang Yuanzhi was furious, and the spear in his right hand quickly swept towards the guards beside him, but before the guards around him could react, the spear had already swept him to the ground, and his dignity did not allow things to end like this: "Shut up to Lao Tzu, who dares to speak without Lao Tzu's order." ”

This is the best way to suppress anger, if left unchecked, the entire Shaoxi Mansion City will become a slaughterhouse.

I have to admit that Zhang Yuanzhi, as the vanguard of the destruction of the Song Dynasty and one of the biggest heroes, did not focus on killing in the process of the war. Historical records have recorded that after the emperor and the empress dowager surrendered, there was a "rebellion" in eastern Zhejiang, according to the practice of the Mongols, they surrendered and rebelled, killed the envoys, and burned the surrender book, which was to slaughter the city. However, Zhang Yuanzhi's conscience did not allow him to enforce the customary law of the Mongols slaughtering the city, and only killed a few people who were the leaders, and the case was closed, and the lives of the people in the city were finally saved.

Zhang Yuanzhi belongs to the second generation of standard officials, and there are Heshuo heroes, their own martial arts are strong, and now under the murderous nature, such as the power of thunder, all the soldiers really dare not speak up, and then Zhang Yuanzhi's strict management of the army is also famous in the entire Mongolian Empire, and the crime against the wind has always been the most annoying, so the soldiers still obediently choose not to say anything.

"Go into the city with Lao Tzu." Zhang Yuanzhi had a straight face, not angry but threatening, although everyone was tired, but seeing Zhang Yuanzhi's demonstration, although he did not kill anyone, everyone was already afraid in their hearts.

"Don't worry, Lao Tzu will never treat you badly." Zhang Yuanzhi said lightly, finally relieved the soldiers behind him.

The city of Shaoxi Mansion is very small, with only a few streets running horizontally, but the roads are clean, and the houses on both sides of the road are squab, but they are brand new, and they look like they were once very well repaired.

"Brother Jiu," Zhang Yuanyi rode his horse to Zhang Yuanzhi's side, and said in a low voice: "That man sends soldiers to the city every seven days to help the people work, or repair houses, or repair roads. ”

"Oh," Zhang Yuanzhi frowned, he really couldn't think of that person who would come up with such a method in order to please the people, you must know that soldiers are just for fighting, how can they do these jobs?

"What kind of person is this?" Zhang Yuanzhi did not have the anger he imagined, and still silently led the horse to walk on the neat streets.

The prefect's yamen is located in the eastern corner of the city, and Zhang Yuanzhi rode his horse for less than a quarter of an hour. The prefect's yamen looks even more shabby, the dilapidated wooden door seems to be pushed down, but there is a pair of vigorous and powerful couplets hanging on both sides of the yamen, the upper link is: civil officials do not love money, the lower link is that the military generals are not afraid of death, but the banner is four big characters: fairness and justice.

"Hmph," Zhang Yuanzhi sneered, civil officials don't love money, and military generals are not afraid of death: "Come on, knock the yamen open for me." ”

However, there is no need at all, as soon as Zhang Yuanzhi finished speaking, the gate of the yamen seemed to hear his words, squeaked, and slowly opened, an old man with white hair, wearing the uniform of the head of the team, as if he didn't see Zhang Yuanzhi, while muttering to himself: "Today is a Sunday holiday, why let me be an old man on duty." ”

"Sunday is the seventh of the seven days, and the man who ordered the yamen to rest for seven days. It is different from Song Ting. Zhang Yuanyi was like a competent commentator, and when he saw Zhang Yuanzhi frowning, he hurriedly said.

The holiday arrangements of the Song Dynasty were naturally different from today. But a closer look is still a bit like today.

The Song Dynasty had five major Golden Weeks: the Spring Festival, the Lantern Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Tianqing Festival. Tianqing Festival is actually a festival set by Song Zhenzong, it is said that when his old man was in power, a letter fell from the sky, and some words were written on the letter, to the effect that he praised him as an emperor and could live forever. As soon as Song Zhenzong was happy, he set that day as the "Tianqing Festival" and called on all the people to have a collective holiday on that day and celebrate the whole world.

The Song Dynasty had more small Golden Weeks: the summer solstice, Laba, the 15th Ghost Festival in July, the Double Ninth Festival in September, the 2nd Zhonghe Festival in February, and the day of the Queen Mother's birthday, called the "Heavenly Saint Festival", still had to be a three-day holiday. At least six small Golden Weeks a year.

Moreover, the Spring Festival holiday of the Song Dynasty is arranged in a particularly humane manner, and the Spring Festival holiday of the Song Dynasty people is in principle, three days before and after the first day of the Lunar New Year, that is, from the 27th or 28th day of the lunar month to the fourth day of the first lunar month, it is much more reasonable than we have now, right?

"Bold old man, when you see my Mongolian Empire, you don't kneel down, do you want to die?" A guard beside Zhang Yuanzhi shouted loudly, but he couldn't fall into the prestige of the Mongol Empire.

The old man was not only blind, but also behind his ears, faintly heard a voice, turned his head slowly, and said helplessly in a hoarse old voice: "This fellow, today is Sunday, and adults will not try the case." ”