It's a hundred miles away, and it only takes more than three hours to get there.
It will take at least eight or nine hours to get back.
There is no way, such a long caravan, plus more than a thousand prisoners of war, can't move faster even if you think about it.
Traveling at night was not a good choice, but Han Zhen did not dare to wait.
What if Zhang Wanxian raises his troops to attack Linzi County?
After walking silently for three hours, it was midnight, and Han Zhen gave the order to rest.
The prisoners of war were gathered and squatted in an open space, and Xiao Wu led the soldiers to guard them.
The cavalry was divided into two groups, one group rested and the other group patrolled nearby.
The people in the caravan began to make rice in pots and feed the cattle and horses.
Han Zhen got off his horse, walked to a bonfire and sat down.
He took off the water bottle from his waist, unscrewed it and took a big sip, then asked: "Then what is the background of Xie Zhixian?"
Zhu Ji replied: "This man comes from the Xie family in Fuyang. He was a Jinshi in the first year of Daguan. His brother-in-law is Liu Zhongwu, the governor of the Luchuan Army."
"Fuyang Xie family?"
Han Zhen looked confused.
He had heard of the Five Surnames and Qi Wang, but he had never heard of the Fuyang Xie family.
Seeing this, Zhu Ji explained: "Don't underestimate the Fuyang Xie family. There are three generations of the Xie family, six Jinshi and five poets. Even Wang Anshi once said that the Xie family is 'famous for literature and has been honored for generations'. Xie Jiang is still alive. At that time, he was recognized as the leader of the literary world. Shen Kuo was his cousin, Ouyang Xiu was his disciple, Fan Zhongyan regarded him as his brother, and Yin Zhu, Mei Yaochen and others followed him. "
"When Xie Jiang was an official abroad, wherever he went, he would build a large number of schools and pay attention to education. When he was in Henan, he built a Guozi school and taught it himself. Hundreds of scholars came from far away, which can be said to be his disciples. So don't It seems that the Xie family is not well-known in the court, but among the scholars, it is well-known and praised by everyone."
After listening to his explanation, Han Zhen couldn't help but secretly dumbfounded.
Unexpectedly, a small county magistrate could have such a big background.
After thinking for a moment, he pondered: "Is it possible to win over this person?"
"this……"
Zhu Ji was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid this may be a bit difficult. The Xie family has been poor for many generations, farming and studying to pass down the family. If the county magistrate wants to lure them with benefits, he probably won't be able to do it."
Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed in Han Zhen's eyes.
Pity.
If we could win over Xie Ding, with the Xie family's reputation among scholars, would we still worry about not having any scholars come to join us?
The only method he can use to win over now is money!
But if the Xie family doesn't accept this, then there's nothing we can do.
But soon, Han Zhen dispelled the disappointment in his heart, turned around and said, "Xiao Song, how do you feel following Yuan Wai Zhu during this time?"
"This time has really opened my eyes. It turns out that there are so many ways to do business."
Speaking of this, Gu Song suddenly became interested and kept talking about what he had seen and heard in the past few days.
Not long after, the rice porridge was ready.
Taking a bowl of hot porridge, Han Zhen drank it in small sips.
I was in a hurry and could only make simple rice porridge.
Naturally, there are no prisoners of war. No matter what the considerations are, they need to be starved.
At this moment, a noisy sound came from the distance.
Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves.
Han Zhen immediately put down the bowl and picked up the horse next to him.
I saw Nie Dong riding a war horse, followed by another rider. The man on the horse was the young man from the county town earlier.
Han Zhen asked: "What's the matter?"
Nie Dong looked a little strange: "Report to the county magistrate, this person claims to have come to seek refuge with you."
Surrender yourself?
Turning to look at Liu Qi, Han Zhen asked, "Are you coming to join me?"
"Exactly!"
Liu Qi nodded hurriedly, then turned over and dismounted.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Liu Qi!"
Liu Qi?
Why is this name so familiar?
Han Zhen frowned slightly and thought carefully for a moment, then a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.
Liu Qi, a famous general in the Southern Song Dynasty who fought against the Jin Dynasty.
His reputation in later generations was not as great as that of Han Shizhong and Yue Fei, but his achievements were not inferior to them at all. He defeated the Jin army led by Wanyan Zongbi many times.
After his death, his posthumous title was the same as that of Yue Fei, Wu Mu, which shows his outstanding military exploits.
If he hadn't seen it on a certain public account in his previous life, Han Zhen would have never known that this person existed.
Thinking of this, Han Zhen confirmed: "Is your father Liu Zhongwu?"
"Exactly!"
When talking about his father, Liu Qi looked proud.
He is really that famous anti-gold general.
Looking the other person up and down, I saw that he was tall and strong, but his face was still childish and there was a ring of fluff on his lips. He was fifteen or sixteen years old at most.
A famous anti-gold general suddenly came to defect to him. Han Zhen found it very interesting and asked with interest: "Why did you come to defect to me?"
Liu Qi held his head high and said, "Of course I want to go into battle to kill the enemy and make contributions!"
"Ah!"
Han Zhen immediately laughed and joked: "Do you know who I am?"
Hearing this, Liu Qi said seriously: "My uncle said you are a bandit, but I don't think so."
Han Zhen asked subconsciously: "Is your uncle the magistrate of Xie County?"
"Um!"
Liu Qi nodded in response.
Han Zhen was overjoyed.
Zhengchou couldn't find a chance to win over Xie Ding, so he never thought that this guy would come to his door.
It is true that there is no place to look for after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.
Just as he was deep in thought, he heard Liu Qi say: "Um...can you give me a bowl of rice porridge? I'm not full tonight."
A warrior with his physique has a much larger appetite than ordinary people.
He had not eaten enough at night, but when he saw everyone eating delicious food, his stomach suddenly felt sour.
"Put him a bowl of porridge!"
Han Zhen ordered.
Liu Qi has some familiarity with him, and he has some social skills that will be put aside for future generations.
After he took the rice porridge, he sat down next to Han Zhen. He looked at the horse stick stuck on the ground and asked curiously: "How much does your iron stick weigh?"
Han Zhen replied casually: "I haven't weighed him yet, but I estimate he weighs twenty or thirty pounds."
Twenty or thirty pounds?
Liu Qi looked horrified.
Don't think that this weight is very light. Those weapons that weigh more than a hundred kilograms are all derived from martial arts and folklore.
There are almost no weapons weighing more than thirty kilograms in the battle formation.
Even the heavy axes and copper hammers used by the Northern Song Dynasty army to break heavy armor weighed only about twenty kilograms.
Even so, the warriors in the army lost their strength after swinging for more than a dozen times.
For example, the Panlong stick in Liu Qi's hand has a thick layer of copper on both ends, and the whole stick only weighs three kilograms.
"Can I try?"
Liu Qi felt a little doubtful.
Han Zhen nodded.
"Thank you!"
Liu Qi thanked him, put down the bowl in his hand, stood up and walked forward, pulling out the straw with one hand.
Feeling the heavy weight in his hands, his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Han Zhen.
hiss!
It’s really twenty or thirty pounds!
He saw with his own eyes that Han Zhen waved Ma Cha into an afterimage.
How much strength does this require?
Feeling the rough texture of shark skin on the pole, Liu Qi murmured to himself: "I didn't expect that someone could actually move a horse forged from fine steel."
Gu Song on the side sneered: "What is this? Brother Han once killed a five hundred kilogram wild pig with his bare hands!"
Liu Qi curled his lips and said: "Don't fool me. Although I am young, I am not stupid. There is no wild pig that weighs 500 pounds in this world."
(End of chapter)
