Everything in front of Zhang Pingliang made him feel very strange.
Walking in such a huge city, wherever one's sight goes, it will be blocked by the abrupt protruding brackets and cornices. Wherever you look, buildings are scattered one after another. The tallest ones are five or six stories tall, supported by beams and columns so thick that two or three people can hug each other. It seems as if the black silhouette slowly blends into the night, looking particularly majestic.
One hundred families can live in one building like this. If we only talk about shelter from wind and rain, there will be no problem if four to five hundred people can be crammed in.
Marching with Zhang Pingliang these days, there is a senior military judge who used to be a member of the defense army on Nanjing Road. According to him, Kaifeng City was called Tokyo Bianliang in the early years and was the capital of the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty. This city has a population of more than one million, and there are thousands of beautiful buildings. In each of them, the world's food, wine, wealth, women and countless rare treasures are gathered. An ordinary person lives here. They can all live a fairy-like life.
Because the words were so beautiful, Zhang Pingliang was a little moved. Zhang Pingliang's partners, Monkey and Pheasant, secretly discussed it several times. They wanted to find a man in Kaifeng City with the reward given by Zhou Guogong after winning the battle. Women, have fun.
Finally, when I went to the city to take a look, I was afraid that the military judge was not talking nonsense. The entire city is indeed huge, but there are not many serious residents to be seen. There are only rows of Jurchens kneeling on the roadside in fear, and dead Jurchens lying in a pool of blood in a mess.
Those huge buildings are not wine shops or the like, they are all palaces or official offices, but they don't look like they are being used by anyone. They smell of decay and desolation. Most of the buildings had recently been demolished, and the beams and columns that had been hacked and broken by axes lay scattered outside. Many of them were overheated, and black smoke was rising in patches, giving off the smell of a scorched lake.
Interestingly, there is also a lot of farmland in the city. The farmers who were cultivating the fields had long since fled, and the fields had been trampled so badly that it was impossible to see what was being planted.
Now that the war is over, the soldiers feel relaxed and feel hungry and thirsty. Although the officers all said that food and wine were arranged in the camp where they were stationed, the monkey was greedy and could not restrain himself. He took advantage of the rest of the front team to sneak into the fields and dig around for a while. When he came back, he used a pine torch to take a look and found that they were really not good things, just an old manjing and a shriveled melon.
The monkey didn't mind it either, so he ate the melon first and threw the cucumber to the pheasant. The pheasant frowned and took two mouthfuls of the cabbage, and finally finished the whole cabbage in one bite, moistening his throat.
All the fellow soldiers burst into laughter.
Under the relaxed and carefree laughter, Zhang Pingliang heard the shadow of a tangled haystack behind the field, and the sound of swaying grass and leaves. He immediately pointed two soldiers over to check.
The soldiers stood there holding torches high when they encountered several Han people sticking their heads out of the haystack.
Those people were all farmers, wearing straw hats on their heads and wrapped in a lot of thatch to disguise themselves. Someone was holding the hoe warily, but when the soldiers focused their attention, they immediately threw the hoe away and fell to their knees.
"Look..." Monkey pointed at those people and curled his lips: "Many of the Han people on Nanjing Road are like these guys. They shave their heads and tie braids, imitating the Jurchens."
Because these farmers were all kneeling, the firelight just illuminated their shaved heads and temples, as well as their braids hanging down to their shoulders.
At this time, the marching column in front cleared the congestion, and there were two groups of people led by the general to rush to a fire scene in the north, and the road was empty. Zhang Pingliang continued to move forward and said casually: "It's the same on Beijing Road. Don't say you haven't seen it before."
"There aren't that many!"
The monkey defended and winked at the pheasant. Pheasant then said blankly: "Even if there are people over there on Beijing Road, they are from Khitan, Bohai or Xi people, not from Jurchens!"
"What the hell is this?" Zhang Pingliang was so angry that he laughed and kicked the pheasant.
He has read some books and knows some stories these days. It turns out that when the Jin Dynasty was founded, an order was issued stating that wherever you return to your dynasty, you should follow the customs and wear your hair, short scarf, and left skirt. Anyone who dares to violate it will be regarded as being nostalgic for the country and will be punished.
But later, as Daikin deepened its local governance, this policy changed again.
This was all because the imperial court discovered that the Han people on Nanjing Road and Shandong territory were different from the Han people on Yanyun territory in the north in terms of the Dajin court's stance.
The Yanyun Han people had been under the Khitan rule for two hundred years, and they naturally developed a set of methods to deal with foreign rulers. The replacement of Daliao by Dajin was just a change of rulers. They had no resistance to this and could cope with it easily, so that The rulers of Daijin all thought that they were too flattering and changeable. In this way, forcing the Han people in Yanyun to issue different clothes will only cause trouble.
In court documents, the Yellow River is usually used as the boundary, and the Han people south of the Yellow River are called "Southerners", which probably means the people left over from the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty. These "southern people" are different from the Han people. Not long after they submitted to the rule of Jin Dynasty, various rebellions have never stopped. Therefore, the imperial court has been forcing them to conform to the Jurchens' hairstyle, diet, living customs and other aspects. Habit.
Therefore, the braids or the details of life are not enough to show off. If you have to get entangled, Zhou Guogong and his subordinates, including Zhang Pingliang, Monkey, Pheasant and others, are almost all from the Dajin army. They have sacrificed their lives and died for Dajin, so why should we look down on these poor people?
They are just farming for the Jurchens!
At that moment, Zhang Pingliang said in a deep voice: "Under Zhou Guogong, people do not distinguish between north and south. Don't talk nonsense. Remember to obey military orders."
Seeing that Zhang Pingliang was rarely strict, the soldiers around him nodded repeatedly.
The long queue started, and everyone regained their solemn expression, passing through the Jurchens kneeling on both sides of the road and the frightened Han people hiding in the distance.
After walking hundreds of steps along the long street, the monkey couldn't help but say again: "Everyone is dressed in rags, and they don't look like they have enjoyed a good life. These Jurchens are miserable! I couldn't kill them on the battlefield just now." It’s fun, I originally planned to find an excuse after entering the city, and chop off the heads of several other Jurchens to avenge the protruding eyes... But now I feel a little reluctant to do so."
"Bragging, weren't you already tired and lying down on the battlefield just now?" Zhang Pingliang exposed the monkey's boast in a concise and concise manner.
He also saw the Jurchen people's submissive look, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of his home in Yutian County, Jizhou.
In his home, such looks of fear or extreme submission have never been seen.
His wife, Mrs. Li, had been an official in her early years. After she suffered from chaos and chaos, her splendor and wealth were gone. She was also robbed and sold as trophies, and she suffered a lot. But since I married Zhang Pingliang, I have lived a stable life in the past year, and I have support in my heart. Isn't it much happier in my eyes?
Nor will the households under Zhang Pingliang's management be like this.
The navy has its own strict system and strictly prohibits bullying the people. In the past two years, the conditions for rationing fields, cattle, and grain seeds have been favorable, and life has been good. There is some hope for the future, and the officers of the Dinghai Navy are under the protection. Although the period of stability is still short-lived, and the family's temporary accumulation is not strong, daily life is inevitably a bit embarrassing. However, people are no longer timid.
Not only his shady households, but also Monkey, Pheasant, Tuyan and others were vulgar and uncivilized and too lazy to manage the shady households, so Zhang Pingliang had always been in charge. The spirit of those people is much stronger than the things in front of them. Zhang Pingliang feels that people who can live a stable life in the peaceful years should be like that.
At that time, the emperor in Zhongdu committed suicide by jumping off a building, and the Jurchen people were in panic. Some people in Dading Mansion in Beijing also took the opportunity to go south and fled thousands of miles to Kaifeng. What did they ask for at that time, and what do they get now? At that time, Zhang Pingliang was angry that he had rebelled, but now he felt a little sad for his misfortune. Looking at them, he suddenly felt a little compassion in his heart.
