The world is not peaceful.
When Daxiang was founded, there was still some turmoil in the south, but it gradually calmed down, but this calm did not last long.
Following an edict, taxes were increased by 20% and the government conscripted troops.
The 20% tax is tantamount to crushing people to death.
Jingren was defeated and had no hope of success. His wife, children, and children were waiting for food, and many people had joined the army. In this way, the 20% tax could be waived, which would also ensure that the family would have food to eat.
This is also a helpless thing. People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
But not everyone is willing.
Jing people gathered in the southern region. Under this oppression, some people rose up and shouted "Fuxing Jing". They responded to the call and wanted to rebel against King Xiang.
But Zhao Zhen is not an idle person. Since he dares to do this, he is already fully prepared.
One hundred thousand soldiers and horses have already moved south. Wherever there is chaos, it will be suppressed immediately.
There were several uprisings in a row, and nearly 10,000 people were killed or injured in Jing Dynasty. Those who were caught were eventually imprisoned. The bad people were beheaded in the street, and the surrendered people were recruited into the army.
"I would like to see what kind of trouble a group of homeless dogs can cause."
Zhao Zhen plans to fundamentally solve Jingren's problem.
At first, he mainly focused on appeasing them, but after two years, he did not see any results. Instead, people from the southern scene gathered together. He would not leave such a hidden danger.
Either make them surrender, or kill them until they are afraid!
With the help of strong methods, the turmoil in the southern region was completely resolved. Most people chose to submit, while those who still had the heart to submit chose to endure.
The spring breeze never stops blowing, and the weeds grow again and again. There will always be a day when they come back.
The brief calm allowed Da Xiang's conquest to proceed smoothly.
Near the end of the year, 50,000 soldiers and horses were recruited.
Although it did not reach the goal set by Zhao Zhen.
But he didn't want to postpone the expedition to the north.
In the fourth year of prosperity, it was the day of the Awakening of Insects.
Zhao Zhen led an army of 100,000 soldiers to march in person and sent troops to Beimang!
"kill!"
With a shout, the war drums beat.
The world, which had been peaceful for several years, was once again anxious.
Not long after the rise of Beimang, another rebel army rose up. Although they captured half of Beixiang's territory, in terms of background, they were far inferior to today's Daxiang.
However, Beimang also relied on the fact that the terrain was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and they had a stalemate with Daxiang for a while.
And this battle lasted from Jingzhe to early autumn.
That day Zhao Zhen was wearing armor and had a long sword across her waist.
He looked down at the corpse-strewn field, and the smell of blood filled the battlefield.
With a sigh, the over fifty-year-old king also put away the blood-stained sword.
Beimang also disappeared in the torrent of history.
At this point, the Eastern Region is unified!
At the beginning, Beixiang, Beimo, and Dajing divided the world. In the past five years, Dajing perished and Daxiang rose. Beimang was pacified after the founding of the country, and only Daxiang was left to stand side by side with Xixiao.
This rolling torrent can take a break.
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Mo Yuan had been traveling outside before and thought he would be able to see his husband when he came back, but unexpectedly he missed the opportunity.
Fortunately, Miss Tao'er and the boy went down the mountain to travel, and there was no one in the temple.
Mo Yuan felt that nothing was interesting, so he simply watched the Taoist temple here, occasionally cleaning the fallen leaves in the Taoist temple courtyard, and waiting for his husband to come back.
During this period of time, Mo Yuan received a lot of things.
Most of it is a favor left by Mr.
For example, for a family of three in Qiuyuefang, Zhang Xiaoliu would bring several jars of wine to Huaixu every year, saying it was for his husband, and Mo Yuan would accept it as usual.
In addition, Mo Yuan would occasionally hear someone knocking on the door, and after opening the door, he would see a figure running away, running very fast, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
But the man left a bag of tea leaves at the door of the Taoist temple. Without exception, they were all good tea.
This is the strangest person Mo Yuan has ever seen.
Everything has come, but only things are left behind.
He didn't pay too much attention and kept the tea leaves.
It is also worth mentioning that there is a woman named Yunxiang.
She comes every year.
When I came, I brought with me a bag of candied fruits and a few picked lotus flowers, all for Mr.
Mo Yuan was surprised when he got these things.
He understood the gift of candied fruits, but he couldn't understand the gift of lotus flowers.
Mo Yuan thought: "This girl probably has something to do with her husband."
So every year when Huaixu Yunxiang came, Mo Yuan would chat with her a lot, trying to get something out of it.
But after that time, Yunxiang would not stay any longer unless she saw her husband.
Even a well-behaved person like her felt that Mo Yuan talked too much.
Year by year.
Mo Yuan looked at the things placed in the room.
There were three or four packets of candied fruits, and the lotus flower was thrown into the well by him. With his magic power, it wouldn't be too much.
The wine accumulated in the side room can no longer be put down, and there are dozens of bags of tea on the table, which may not be finished in a few years.
"Mr. Chen's human feelings are really different."
Mo Yuan thought to himself that Mr. Chen was probably the only one who could be remembered like a ghost.
At the beginning of the year, the streets are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
On this day, Zhang Xiaoliu from the mountain sent lanterns, candles, and couplets.
Mo Yuan didn't care, so he accepted it for Mr. Chen.
Zhang Xiaoliu told him that this was not for Mr.
"Sent to me?"
Mo Yuan looked at the lantern couplet in his hand and felt a little surprised.
"right."
Zhang Xiaoliu said: "Young master, it will inevitably feel a little deserted when you are alone on the mountain. I will light a lantern for more light and feel warm in my heart. I will post these couplets tomorrow so that it can be considered lively."
Hearing these words, Mo Yuan felt a little complicated.
To be honest, he has lived for thousands of years, and he has lived half his life trying to transform into a dragon. He has also come into contact with a lot of demons and monsters...
But if we talk about people...
He really didn't know anyone well, including Tong Zhihuan, but he just felt different from Zhang Xiaoliu outside.
Zhang Xiaoliu is simple and honest, and he has been like this from the beginning.
It was this simplicity that gave birth to something different in Mo Yuan's heart.
In a daze, he seemed to understand why his husband was obsessed with these mortals and the inexplicable world of mortals.
This feeling is really amazing.
Mo Yuan smiled warmly and said to Zhang Xiaoliu, "Thank you very much."
"Young master, you're welcome."
Zhang Xiaoliu had been here many times, but rarely saw this young master smiling. But this time, he felt that this young master's smile was particularly simple.
In short, it is different from before.
But he didn't understand what was different.
After nightfall.
Mo Yuan took care of the lantern and then hung it up.
He lit candles again and placed them in the main hall.
Seeing the joyful look, Mo Yuan also showed a somewhat satisfied smile on his face.
"It's really different."
He chuckled, then lowered his head to read the book in his hand.
