When Wang Qianshan heard the old man's words, he couldn't help frowning and said:

"They eat and drink for nothing like this, and Beitu doesn't care?"

"What's the matter?" The old man shook his head, "Most of these people are soldiers in the neighborhood, and they have never treated us as human beings, and decades ago, if a beautiful girl was seen by them walking on the street, they would have to be abducted back to the barracks in the middle of the night......

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly stopped talking, and after a long while, he sighed and continued:

"Although the importance of the Northern Turkistan to the fourteen states has deepened a lot over the years, and some Han people can also enter the Northern Turkistan court with their own skills, but the hearts of those who are not of our race will be different, and those who have already entered the court as officials have ended up being not human inside and out, but fortunately, the power is in hand, and the Northern Turkistan army in the fourteen states does not dare to be as blatant as they once were."

As the old man spoke, the aroma of steamed buns came from the direction of the stove, and the old man got up and left, and it was not long before he brought two drawers of steamed buns, looking at the style of Jiangnan xiaolongbao.

Putting the bun in front of the two people with rumbling stomachs, the old man said with a smile on his face:

"The old ancestor is from Jiangnan, and he was also from a family, and he came here to do business at the end of the Song Dynasty, just in time for the Yuan army to invade, and the family wealth was plundered, not to mention, people were also trapped in this place.

After several generations, life was very hard, but the craft of making steamed buns did not fall behind, and now in the old husband's generation, there are no children and no daughters, and they can work day by day."

Wang Quanquan stuffed a bun into his mouth, and it was not too hot, so he chewed and swallowed it directly, and then said:

"The old man didn't want to go back to the Central Plains to see?"

"Why don't you want to?" The old man sighed, "When my father was alive, he read the books of sages, and his old man often chanted "fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March" after tea and dinner, saying that there is the real homeland of the Zhuang family, and future generations will one day fall and return to their roots.

But after so many years, the dynasty has not recovered the fourteen states for a long time, and I have waited from my youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age, and my blood has been cold, and I see that the loess is covered to my neck, and I don't know if I can see the day when the Central Plains will regain the lost land in this life."

At the end, the old man's eyes were slightly red, but he immediately squeezed out a smile and said, "Let the two of you laugh, as soon as you get older, you will unconsciously talk more."

Without waiting for Wang Quanquan to speak, Wang Qianshan took the lead in talking: "The dynasty has recovered the fourteen states, don't you know, old man?"

"Huh?" The old man was stunned for a moment, he looked at the young man, and thought about it carefully with his already not very bright head.

Over the years, he has set up stalls on this road almost every day, rain or shine, and so many people have come and gone on the official road, but he has never heard that the fourteen states are going to change the day. And not long ago, a steady stream of Northern Turkistan troops marched towards the south, and I heard that it was going to attack the Central Plains, and the old man was worried about the people of the Central Plains at that time.

Seeing the old man's appearance, Wang Quanquan guessed in his heart, and he nodded in agreement:

"This is true, in the battle not long ago, the dynasty won, and the Northern Turks not only honestly withdrew their troops, but also promised to return all the fourteen states, and now Your Majesty has ordered someone to hand them over. This is the border of Yanzhou, which is the hinterland of the fourteen states, with Shunzhou to the east and Youzhou to the south, and it will take some time for the news to reach here."

As soon as Wang Quanquan's words fell, a sound of horses' hooves sounded on the southeast official road, and the smoke and dust covered the sky and the sun, lining the two flags that were particularly eye-catching.

……

The horse team approached, and the three of them could see the contents of the flag. For the first ride, holding a yellow inlaid red border flag, the flag has a "king" in the center, surrounded by nine dragons, is an out-and-out imperial flag. Followed by a blue and gray flag, with the word "Yan" on the flag, the penmanship is sharp and awe-inspiring.

The old man lost his mind for a while, and looked at the team in armor in a daze.

A man dressed as a general at the front of the team saw the old man and took the lead in holding the reins, and the troops behind him also stopped their horses at the same time, without showing a trace of panic.

The general turned over and dismounted, came to the old man, and hugged his fists and said:

"This old man, dare to ask how far it is to go to Yanzhou."

The old man was still in shock, and when he heard the question from the other side, he trembled and said:

"This soldier

Master, where did you come from?"

"This general came from Kaipingwei and belonged to the Yan family army in the north, and this time he was ordered by the emperor to come to take over Yanzhou, so he will not disturb the local people."

The old man's eyes widened when he heard this, and he raised his hand to show the way, but before he could speak, the old tears flowed uncontrollably.

……

Wang Quanquan's father and son left as early as when the old man was in a daze, and then after an afternoon of turbulence, they finally advanced to Yanzhou City in the dark.

Perhaps they had not yet received the notice, but the soldiers guarding the city of Yanzhou were still meticulously checking the passers-by, and they would talk to the people entering the city from time to time to verify the identity of the other party.

The father and son stopped not far from the city gate, and the king said calmly:

"What we see next is the real life of the people of the fourteen states of Wuyou, when the Yuan soldiers went south, the sixteen state cities bore the brunt.

The northernmost state of Ruzhou was the first to be lost, and the Yuan army invaded the city to burn and loot, and then continued south to the palace to the city of Yanzhou.

At that time, the defender of the city was a general named Huainanhua, who did not follow the example of the Confucian generals to defend the city, nor did he learn from the Wuzhou generals to take the initiative to attack, but took the initiative to open the city gate and ask for surrender on the premise that the Yuan army would wantonly kill the people.

An undamaged city is the most suitable as a front station for the south, and the Northern Yuan army relied on this to win sixteen states step by step, and finally completely entered the Central Plains.

The Northern Yuan did not treat this general who sold the country for glory, and directly gave him the position of second prince, and the powerful Xiao family at that time also took it under the door, Huainanhua turned into Xiao Nanhua, and it is estimated that his ancestors could kick the coffin board to pieces if they knew.

Maybe it's because he has done too much, Huainanhua has always been low-key since he changed his court, and the guards around him are like clouds, and even the only heir was privately passed on by him to another member of the Xiao family.

The Xiao family is flourishing, and there has always been no shortage of generals in the clan who can fight well, after Huainanhua's death, his son wore a big official hat, but the crimes committed by the Huai family are too deep, even if they are hidden, they will still be dug up by those who have a heart.

The only descendant of the Huai family was hunted down hundreds of times in the next twenty years, and although he didn't have his father's ability, he was even more afraid of death, even if he did that with his concubine, he had to stand with three or five guards."

Wang Quanquan stopped talking at this, turned his head to look at his adolescent son with an embarrassed face, the latter did not show anything special, and said calmly:

"And then?"

"Then someone was more forbearant than him, and he was scolded for more than ten years, taking him to various large and small green buildings, and finally this descendant of the Huai family died in Hualiu, and died a very painful death.

Everyone thought that they would go home and go extinct, so they didn't pay attention to it anymore, and at that time, the Central Plains was already controlled by the Northern Yuan, and it was too late to assassinate the royal family, so no one could take care of a small role, so the only seedling of the Huai family survived."

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