"Father Shang," Zhao Ji hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are these dead monarchs and ministers killed?"

Wen Fei sneered: "Why do you kill it, isn't it better to stay here and dance?"

Zhao Ji laughed, and he announced: "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, since the Li family has surrendered, let him be spared from death and named him the Marquis of Gongshun." spare his wife and daughter...... The other Western Xia criminals were also exempted from civilian ......"

Li Qianshun and those nobles of the Western Xia who died heard this. After walking down from the execution ground, I don't know that many people were paralyzed for the most part, and they cried with joy.

More people are happy and sad, happy is naturally to avoid death, but sad and desolate is that the carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed. From then on, these people were the courtiers and people under the name of the Great Song Dynasty, and they were no longer the rulers of a country.

However, history is written by the victors, and at this time, their psychology is no longer complicated. They can only honestly kneel down and shout long live three times, and then thank you.

At this time, no one will care what they think, maybe only thousands of years of bang, some well-fed and idle egg pain and sour literati, will describe the psychology of these people, right?

The civil and military officials also bowed to the wat again, inserted the wat version into the belt and danced, and shouted long live.

The people who watched the excitement were also in the distance, following and shouting long live, and for a time the sound of long live resounded in the capital.

Zhao Ji trembled with excitement, feeling that this was the most glorious moment in his life.

Party Xiang Xixia, from the time of Song Taizong began to officially and the Great Song Dynasty as the enemy, more than 100 years, the two sides have fought countless small battles, how many virtuous ministers and good generals, have been sent to the northwest, Pang Ji, Fan Zhongyan, Han Qi. Sima Guang...... But he has never been able to help Xixia.

Now the lord of Western Xia fell at his feet and cried out to him for mercy. The main shrine of the Western Xia Shrine. All in a fire, reduced to ashes.

That's all there is to it. His own deeds have far surpassed those of his ancestors and ancestors. Except for Taizu, the other ancestors were far inferior to themselves.

Even if after his death, before the mausoleum, he is not counted as a rebel thief of Fang Lana, just by virtue of Tubo and Western Xia, he can set up two sacred merit monuments.

No, no. How could I die? Zhao Ji shouted in his heart: I still want to wipe out the Khitan of the Liao State, not only to subdue the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, but also to the Prancing Horse Grassland. Mix the day, and then establish the merit of the emperor......

His gaze pierced deep into the clouds. Seeing the cotton-like clouds churning in the sky, a giant dragon seemed to lie in the sky.

And next to Zhao Ji, Wen Fei was also looking up at the sea of Haotian Yuan Qi.

Destroy their country, destroy their society, and take away their luck. But now the luck of the Great Song Dynasty is not strong but weak. But these were already expected by Wen Fei.

It is not difficult to defeat and destroy the country, but it is more difficult how to destroy the country after it. The effective annexation and governance of these lands is of paramount importance.

And it was precisely when the empire had just been destroyed, and it was not yet time to digest the people of the land of the enemy country. It's like when a snake has just swallowed its prey, when it's at its weakest.

See this with your own eyes. Wen Fei had to push down his original idea of attacking Liao immediately.

Just if you want to digest the annexed land well without causing a backlash, you need the right people to sit in the town.

"Father Shang, what are you thinking?" Zhao Ji noticed Wen Fei's demeanor and asked curiously.

"How are the officials going to deal with the land that has just been conquered?" Wen Fei asked.

Zhao Ji said without hesitation: "Naturally, it is an official and a county, why does Father Shang think it is inappropriate?"

Wen Fei shook his head and said: "This is the method of long-term peace and stability, so naturally there will be nothing inappropriate." It's just that these lands have just been taken down, and if one of them is not handled well, it will cause a big mess!"

Zhao Ji laughed: "With Father Shang here, what are you afraid of! As long as Father Shang sends enough Taoist priests to preach everywhere...... It's enough to make those remnants of the party obedient!"

Wen Fei smiled bitterly, but he still said with a straight face: "At least we need a large army, which will be stationed in the local area for five years, and we can't withdraw lightly." Only then can the remnants of the suppression not be revolted!"

Zhao Ji nodded again and again when he heard this, and said: "In fact, between Western Xia and Tibet, the richest place is the land of Hetao. If you want to live in peace for a long time, you have to migrate in large numbers...... Anyway, the roads in Shaanxi are barren, and the population of the migration point has passed, so I'm afraid it's not a difficult thing!"

Wen Fei listened, but shook his head, he had never planned to immigrate to the land of the Hetao in large numbers.

"Why does Father Shang think it's impossible?" Zhao Ji said in surprise. This has been an effective long-term strategy for generations.

At the point where Wen Fei is now, he is thinking about more far-reaching and strategic things. He asked bluntly: "How do the officials feel about Guanzhong now?"

Zhao Ji just said that the roads in Shaanxi are barren, and the Guanzhong area is naturally not much better.

Wen Fei said: "Since the time of the Qin State, after the construction of the Zhengguo Canal in Guanzhong, it has been known as the golden city for thousands of miles, the country of abundance. ”

Zhao Ji kept nodding, but this was a fact. On the contrary, Sichuan, which was known as the land of abundance in later generations, was a copycat.

"But why has Guanzhong declined like this now?" Wen Fei asked again.

Zhao Ji just opened his mouth and wanted to say Zheng Guoqu. But it suddenly occurred to me that although the Great Song Dynasty had come to the conclusion that Zheng Qu had been abandoned for a long time as early as the beginning of the country, Zheng Guoqu, which traversed Jingluo in the Qin and Han dynasties, had completely lost its effectiveness in the late Tang Dynasty.

Due to the strict cutting of the rivers and the fixed riverbed, it is difficult to cut off the cofferdam again, and the mouth of the Zhuchuan diversion canal is also moved upwards accordingly, so not only the upstream is separated from the diversion project, but also the water becomes a canal system by itself and develops independently.

Relatively speaking, it can be regarded as the restoration of Zheng Guoqu!

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji seemed to understand something, but he couldn't say it.

"The land of Guanzhong, originally a golden city of thousands of miles, the country of abundance, is because the environmental damage is too great, and it is no longer rich in the past. And this Hetao is only a semi-agricultural and semi-nomadic place, and the environment is much more fragile than that of Guanzhong. If there is too much migration, a large area of land is reclaimed, and the environment is damaged, I am afraid that it will not take a hundred years, and the vegetation of the entire Hetao will be almost destroyed!"

Wen Fei said slowly: "Actually, even now, the ecological environment of these places is much more fragile than in the Han and Tang Dynasties.

The reason why it is difficult for Western Xia to perish is because its capital, Xingqing Mansion, is separated from our Great Song Dynasty by a Mu Us Desert. This desert, in the Han and Tang Dynasties, was not ......"

As soon as Wen Fei said this, Zhao Ji showed a thoughtful look. Although he didn't know what the environment was, he already understood it in his heart when he heard Wen Fei's explanation.

Thinking that Shang's father is a scholar of heaven and man, he is a heavenly immortal descending to earth, maybe he is really a person who knows 500 years before and 500 years later, this kind of thing sounds like it is unclear but powerful. I felt that Wen Fei's words made a lot of sense.

Wen Fei sighed and said: "Actually, if you want me to say that in the world, you should not cut down trees to make fires, but use coal, oh, that is, charcoal." It's just that this kind of thing is just a thought, and it can't be realized. ”

Zhao Ji didn't understand it in his heart, but he also knew that it was not practical to use all the charcoal. During the Northern Song Dynasty, according to later scholars, urbanization had reached a very high level.

And the fuel crisis is also the most serious in all dynasties.

Perhaps in the impression of many people, the firewood of every household in ancient times was enough to burn. But in fact, during the Northern Song Dynasty, millions of residents of Tokyo needed astronomical amounts of fuel every day.

It needs to be transported from a long distance, and Hebei and other places are even more pitiful, and it is recorded that many places have no pay to burn. The only way to risk going to the imperial tombs protected by the government is to cut down wood for a salary......

Plus the steel, porcelain, and copper coins of the Great Song Dynasty...... And so on, all of which require fuel to burn. Coal is also not fully supplied, while large areas of vegetation are cut down.

Although it is not as powerful as modern time and space, in the classical era, it was indeed a rather strict problem.

Zhao Ji laughed and said, "Father Shang, today is a good day to sacrifice the prisoner of Taimiao, why bother with so much heart? These things, let's talk about them slowly in the future!"

Wen Fei laughed at himself, and felt as if he was becoming more and more worried about the country and the people. However, the last time he traveled all the way from Qinghai to Xi'an, the environmental situation of the Loess Plateau is even more unoptimistic.

Could it be that he was really the result of being influenced by the woman in Luo Chengyu?

No, it's just that he hasn't mixed up with Luo Chengyu yet, Wen Fei is actually worried about the destruction of the environment.

Even in my heart, I still agree with the concept of environmental protection. Otherwise, at that time, it would not be easy to spare Luo Chengyu and Tang Chun three or four times.

If it was before, Wen Fei was still very interested in these big scenes. But now that I've seen a lot, Wen Fei doesn't care.

Even if the ministers and people below are now worshipping and dancing, a huge amount of luck and incense will power come out and fill the whole city. These are no longer the slightest interest in the Heavenly Master of Wenda.

His gaze looked into the sky, which was where the Sea of Haotian Yuan Qi was located. Wrapping up a qiē heaven and earth, everything runs in it.

He could clearly feel where he was!

Wen Fei's gaze turned to the northeast, and a powerful purple dragon qi swayed up, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, but it was like a snake swallowing an elephant and was violently devouring an even greater dragon qi.

The two sides were fighting each other under the canopy, and the scattered dragon qi was like broken scales and blood. really responded to that sentence, the dragon fought in the wild, and its blood was yellow.

Now the dragon vein luck that represents this great Liao, although it has been defeated again and again, but after all, it has a deep foundation. After stabilizing his position, he once again fought with the emerging dragon qi of the Jurchens.