Fan Zhi was so frightened that he trembled all over. He pulled Jia Yanchang's sleeve next to him with trembling lips.
"Liangzhou Amo is really tough, far better than Lanzhou Amo Duo!"
After saying that, Fan Zhi still wanted to maintain his dignity as an angel of the court, and he resisted the tears of despair from falling from his eyes.
The scene I can recall now is the moment I fainted last night.
Last night, he discussed with Jia Yanchang and planned to send the knights to Liangzhou to report the news. However, before the knights set out, they were ambushed.
In the evening when there were a few snowflakes, Fan Zhizheng and Jia Yanchang were eating scones and discussing poems. Those people seemed to have emerged from the ground.
When he was in Lanzhou, he fired his bow from left to right and repelled countless knights who were snooping on thieves. He was thrown to the ground before he could react.
Fan Zhi opened his mouth and was about to scream when a handful of snow mixed with mud was stuffed into his mouth. The twenty or so of them were all under control in less than half a cup of tea.
During this ambush, Fan Angel received a heavy blow on his neck and completely lost consciousness. When he woke up, he was in the current scene.
However, the situation seemed to be a little different from what he thought. After he finished these words and was still thinking about whether he should loudly reveal his identity and deal with the enemy, Jia Yanchang had already held Fan Zhi's hand back in embarrassment. hand.
"Angels, don't be alarmed! Although this is indeed Liangzhou's Momo, it has been subdued by Zhang Jun. It is really a misunderstanding!"
Misunderstand?
After hearing this, Fan Zhi's eyes, which were covered by a layer of water vapor, slowly became clear.
He looked around, and sure enough, they didn't look like prisoners at all, because no one was binding them.
Jia Yanchang even put on a new set of clothes. Although he was sitting on the ground, there was a thick blanket on the ground.
Directly opposite him, Fan Zhi found four warriors who looked fierce but somewhat shy.
But look at these warriors. Fan Zhi's heart, which had just relaxed, became tense again.
If what Jia Yanchang said is true, then the warrior on the opposite side should be Zhang Erlangjun, the great-grandson of Zhang Yichao, who conquered the Liangzhou Momo tribe.
But in this case, Fan Zhi didn't feel that his life was saved, because according to the domineering character of warriors in this era.
Not to mention facing a small civil servant like him, even facing figures like Privy Councilor and Commander-in-Chief, he was still very arrogant.
After something like this happened with a high probability, the first reaction of these warriors was not to come up and apologize with shameful eyebrows, but to choose to do nothing and kill him directly, and then argue with the court.
When Jia Yanchang saw Fan Zhi waking up, he quickly helped him sit on the bed beside him.
Fan Zhi was on pins and needles, but the next scene shattered his outlook even more.
After Jia Yanchang helped Fan Zhi sit down, he walked over and swore at the leader, Wang Tongtong.
Wang Tongtong wiped the saliva from his face and did not dare to talk back at all.
Why are you talking back? His mother, Jia, was from the Jia family of Jia Yanchang, but it was originally a small house on the edge of the Jia family, while Jia Yanchang was the pillar of the Jia family.
After Wang Tongtong returned with Zhang Zhaodong, Jia Yanchang, on behalf of the Jia family, absorbed Wang Tongtong and his family into the core of the Jia family clan.
Wang Tongtong's sister even married Jia Yanchang's nephew, which was unimaginable before.
So now that Jia Yanchang is Wang Tongtong's uncle, how can his nephew dare to talk back after being scolded by his uncle? Besides, they did attack the angels of the court.
Wang Tongxin didn't dare to talk back, and Wen Chongle, Cui Huxin and others even less dared.
In the past two months, Zhang Zhao sent a large number of civil servants to assist the Six Ministries in moving, reclaiming wasteland, and building houses.
These large numbers of low-level civil servants trained by Zhang Zhao through his maternal ancestors, the Song family, and himself played a very important role in the migration of the Six Ministries.
At the same time, Zhang Zhao, in order to establish his authority, forced all ministries in Minmo to abide by the power of civil servants in Jiedu Yamen. For this reason, dozens of people have been beaten.
At this time, Hexi and Longyou could be regarded as a breath of fresh air in this era of extremely arrogant warriors.
In the eyes of these people, there is no difference between civil servants and military officers, only the difference between officials and civilians, and the difference in the rank of officials.
Therefore, the few people who got into trouble could only let Jia Yanchang rage.
But in the eyes of Fan Zhi, who was used to seeing the arrogant and domineering warriors, all of this was the same as watching fairy tales.
To say that the three views were shattered is to put it mildly. If in Luoyang, the eastern capital, which civil servant dared to reprimand a warrior like this, he would be killed on the spot by thieves who would break into his home in the middle of the night and kill him.
But as he watched, Fan Zhi suddenly felt an uncontrollable feeling of envy in his heart.
It is said that at this time in the Central Plains, as a simple civil servant, there was actually very no future.
Not only is his status low, but he also doesn't have much power, which is about the same as a warrior's money and food master.
In places where there are usually large military envoys, the power of county magistrates and other civil officials has been almost eroded by military men, and an ordinary general can show off his power in front of them.
After reprimanding Wang Tongtong and others, Jia Yanchang estimated that Fan Zhi's anger should have dissipated somewhat.
So he turned to Fan Zhi and said, "I didn't expect that in just a few months since I left, Zhang Jun would already conquer Liangzhou.
In this case, why don't the angels wait with me in this city, and let them send fast horses to Liangzhou to report. When Zhang Jun gets the news, he will definitely send tooth soldiers to greet us. "
Of course Fan Zhi had no objection. Jia Yanchang thought he would be very angry, but in fact, Fan Zhi was now very grateful that he had saved his life.
But at the same time, he became deeply curious about the relatively equal status of civil and military forces in Liangzhou, as well as the envoys Zhang Zhao and Zhang Jun who caused this phenomenon.
He now really wants to meet this legendary-sounding figure and see what kind of person he is.
In Liangzhou City, Zhang Zhao was not as angry as Wang Tongtong and others thought when they mistakenly captured the angel from Jia Yanchang's court.
Zhang Zhao even felt that Wang Tongtong did nothing wrong, although this guy was not very reliable in many aspects, especially in his personal life.
But this time, in terms of military matters, Zhang Zhao felt that he had done the right thing. This also reminded Zhang Zhao that Hongchiling was the key road from Liangzhou to Lanzhou, and he must send troops to guard it.
And he also grasped a piece of information very keenly, that is, Wang Tongtong reported that the imperial angels had been attacked many times in Weizhou, especially Lanzhou, since Qinzhou.
This was once-in-a-lifetime good news for Zhang Zhao, because he was worried about where to find fault with Lanzhou Momo, but they found out.
Even... Zhang Zhao touched his chin. He even wondered if he could kill one or two of the court angel's followers and then put the blame on Lanzhou Mo Mo?
Fan Zhi, who was guarding Wucheng, did not know that the biggest source of threat to their lives was actually not the warriors from Hexi and Longyou that he was worried about, but Zhang Zhao, the ruthless envoy of the Guiyi Army himself.
While waiting for Liangzhou to send troops to escort these days, Fan Zhi also discovered the biggest difference between Liangzhou and other states, whether Lanzhou, Weizhou, or Qinzhou, which belonged to the imperial court.
For example, there are hundreds of residents in Wucheng Shoujue, but Fan Zhi rarely sees them wandering on the streets.
These hurried young and middle-aged women seem to have endless work to do during the slack winter season.
Anyway, he rode his donkey and looked around in the past few days. Under the organization of a small local official, these residents were either building new canals, leveling roads, or reclaiming wasteland.
Sometimes they are organized together to conduct large-scale learning.
The content of the study is often an old farmer with obvious Han characteristics teaching a group of tribesmen who look like Hu people, how to select seeds? How to farm? How to use cattle skillfully?
This was both surprising and shocking to Fan Zhi. In his heart, he felt that this was what a court should do.
The imperial courts in the Central Plains were busy fighting over each other, but as far away as Hexi, a remote place considered barbaric, one could actually see scenes of people admonishing people to teach farmers and cultivate mulberry trees.
And they did a better job, at least gathering experienced farmers to teach other Hu farmers farming skills, something Fan Zhi had never thought of before.
Fan Zhi was watching from the side. He watched the old farmer explain in detail how to plant spring wheat to others.
The old farmer Budan spoke very carefully, and the people who listened to the lecture also listened very carefully.
Although they can't read or write, they learn to plow the land, plow the land, and use oxen very quickly from the old farmers.
Fan Zhi looked at the scene in front of him and was a little confused.
The majestic official stood beside him and gave instructions. The experienced farmer showed no secret. Hu'er, who was holding a knife and a bow, was seriously learning the art of farming. Even the youngest children did not go around causing trouble, but looked at the adults quietly. Keep their movements in mind.
Could it be that there is a holy king coming to this world?
Fan Zhi suddenly remembered a poem once written by Du Gongbu, "To the kings Yao and Shun, and to make customs pure again."
During the time of Yao and Shun, shouldn’t this be the scene?
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. King Qin swept Liuhe from Hexi Guanzhong.
Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty also relied heavily on the power of Guanzhong to become an emperor.
The royal family of the former Tang Dynasty originated directly from Longyou and Hexi. The nobles of Longxi were the basic base of Li Tang.
That military envoy Zhang has already taken possession of Hexi. It is only a matter of time before he swallows up Longyou. With Hexi Longyou in his hands, what will he want to do?
The sound of the cow horn sounded, and the old farmers who taught farming techniques stopped. The strong men and strong women packed their things and prepared to mount their horses and leave.
Fan Zhi led the donkey and stopped the old farmer who was about to leave. "I have learned a lot from my husband's teaching on farming techniques. Do I have to teach them here every day? What does the sound of the cow's horn mean?"
When the old farmer saw that he was well-dressed, had an extraordinary temperament, and had a foreigner's accent, he guessed that he was the court angel in the city.
But he didn't expect it to be the angel himself. The old farmer thought he was a follower of the imperial angel, so he raised his hand to Fan Zhi and said.
"The little old man has been working for more than thirty years, so he naturally has some experience in farming, so Zhang Jun sent someone to compile it based on the strengths of each family.
How to choose seeds? Regulations have been issued on how to farm and so on. As long as the little boy knows it by heart and has his own experience, it will not be difficult to teach others.
As for the sound of the bull horn, it was time to build the canal today. They had finished listening to the lecture and had to seize the time to build the canal. "
Fan Zhi was speechless after hearing this. She only saw some people going out to reclaim wasteland in the morning, learning farming at noon, and building canals in the afternoon.
How can the people sustain such heavy labor, even strong women have to do it? At the end of the month, I am newly attached, I am afraid that it will cause civil unrest!
The old farmer noticed Fan Zhi's doubts and pointed to the west.
"If this gentleman has any doubts, you can go to the canal repair place and have a look, and you will naturally understand."
Fan Zhi nodded, said goodbye to the old farmer, got on his donkey again, and headed towards the canal with a slipping net.
After walking only a few miles, Fan Zhi was stunned by the heated scene in front of him.
There are at least thousands of men and women working hard here. Several wide channels are built with mud mixed with wooden frames filled with stones.
It seems that they want to divert the water from the big river hovering at the foot of Hongchi Ridge here to irrigate the farmland.
Here, he did not hear the wails of the Central Plains imperial court when they were recruiting corvees.
I didn't see Ding Zhuang's face looking ashen and lifeless.
There is no scene where the officials and supervisors on the side are not satisfied with the work, and their whips are flying.
On the contrary, here, everyone is rushing to work, with happy smiles on their faces, and the chants of "hey, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" are extremely enthusiastic, ramming the earth, ramming the earth, and carrying stones.
Not far from the ditch, smoke rises from the kitchen. Fan Zhi walked over and took a look, seeing large pots of corn rice, whole grain cakes spread out one after another, huge amounts of pickles, and fresh fish fished out of the river being cooked into fish soup.
"This fellow is hungry. Would you like some pickle cakes and some fish soup?"
A clerk who looked like he was in charge of the cooks shouted to Fan Zhi.
Fan Zhi quickly raised his hand and said, "This official, how can I still eat without having to work?"
The little official smiled and said, "She is from the imperial court at first glance, right? What does it mean to eat a coarse grain cake and some pickles with us?"
After saying that, he gave Fan Zhi a big piece of cake, some pickles, and a bowl of fish soup.
Fan Zhi took a bite of the pickles. The taste was a little sour and strange, but the salty taste was enough.
The semolina pancake is a little hard, but solid enough. With one piece, even a strong man can be six to seven times full.
The fish soup is also a little fishy, but it seems to be made with mutton fat, so the taste is still relatively fresh, so it can be considered half a meat dish.
He nodded, thinking that if the officials overseeing the work could have such a meal, it would not be a big problem for the working men to have enough to eat.
Then he pointed to the crowd of people working happily in the distance and said to the clerk: "I came from the Eastern Capital. Even in the Central Plains, I have never seen people doing corvee work so happily.
I dare to ask the officials, why are these people in the tribe so tame? It’s completely different from what I’ve seen in Lanzhou. "
tame? The clerk glanced at Fan Zhi in surprise, took two steps back, and looked at the lively people in the distance, lowering his voice for fear that they might hear him.
"Sheren, please don't mention the word "Momo" again. The military envoy has issued a strict order. No one dares to call these descendants of the soldiers from Longyou and Hexi "Momo" in the future.
Then you have to receive thirty military sticks, which can kill people. Besides... "
The clerk sighed in a slightly drawn-out voice. He was a Han from Liangzhou, so he naturally knew whether Liangzhou was tame or not.
"These six tribesmen have never been tamed. Who are those guys in Lanzhou? They are poor and don't have much food. They don't even have many iron arrows. They look powerful but they are actually useless.
But our six tribes in Liangzhou are not like this. Many of them are truly descendants of the former Longyou soldiers. They are not only strong and good at fighting, but can also make their own swords. Their strength is definitely higher than that of Lanzhou.
They are working so hard now because this land is not for others to cultivate, but for themselves.
After repairing the canals and cultivating the fields, all they need to do is join the army and fight with the military envoys, and the family can farm the land and live a good life.
Moreover, the military envoys did not let their efforts be in vain. Although there was no service fee, you can see that the millet rice, flatbreads, pickles, and fish soup were all provided by the military envoys.
It turned out that these meals were all for young adults, and Fan Zhi understood a little bit.
This military envoy is really an ambitious man! While working hard to eliminate the signs of constipation, water conservancy projects were built and farmland was reclaimed.
He also spends his own money to win people's hearts, what he wants is very big!
Just looking at the Wucheng guarding area of more than ten miles, it is well organized, the common people feel at ease, and the warriors are not domineering, it can indeed be called a paradise.
He decided that if the escort troops from Liangzhou still didn't come tomorrow, he would take Jia Yanchang and go directly to Liangzhou.
He wanted to take a good look along the way, was Liangzhou as he saw it now?
If true, Fan Zhi is almost certain that a king who can end the troubled times is gradually emerging.
