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The first thousand two hundred and ninety-two chapters

With this shout, many victims who were surrounded by a group of disasters at the gate of the city also scattered. Since last year, many victims left home to flee. Generally, they came out as a clan or a village. There are very few victims, because everyone knows that the risk of going out is much greater than at home. The hunger and cold along the way may cause illness at any time. A minor illness may be a fatal dangerous disease. Only by embracing each other, dozens of people as the base, hundreds or thousands of people gathered together can help each other, and it will attract the attention of the government. The government will provide relief and lead the large households to prepare porridge. If it is a family of escape, it is easy to be bullied and oppressed as refugees.

This kind of thing is also a secret passed down from word to mouth for hundreds or thousands of years. For these people living in relatively harsh natural environments, they have become part of the genes.

They also knew that the guards at the city gate were saying true, and there was no need to lie to them.

The same is true in the past experience. In the most difficult times like early spring, the court will have some relief. After most of the above-mentioned sharing, they will send the rest to their mouths. With these impoverished reliefs, they can survive. After boiling for about two months, wild vegetables will be supplied to everyone's recipes. Late spring and summer are the best times to cook. Before autumn, people are asked to retain hope and physical fitness. In autumn, they will watch the fields with nothing on the road to escape famine again.

It has been more than 20 years, and it is an extinct disaster almost every few years. All the victims are almost familiar with this process. After hearing the yelling of the gatekeepers, the order has improved a lot.

The victims began to walk into the city gate in a constant stream, and there were also some people entering the city, vegetable farmers, porters, passers-by, officials who traveled back and forth to work, etc.

A young man in his twenties rode a yellow-fat horse, wearing a worn blue felt hat on his head, and there were several large packages on the side of the horse, and something like oil-sealed official documents and letters could be vaguely seen inside.

"Brother Hongji is here." Mr. Barr sat at the gate of the city and watched people enter the city with a serious expression. When he saw the postman coming in with the flow of people, his eyes lit up and he greeted the other party with a smile.

"I've seen General Liu." The postman jumped off his horse, handed the reins to a gatekeeper, and exchanged a casual greeting with the other party, with smiles on everyone's faces.

This person is named Li Hongji, from Li Jixian Village, Mizhi County. He was born in the 34th year of Wanli and just turned 20 this year. He is a tall and strong young man with the unique characteristics of people from northern Shaanxi. He is calm and heavy, simple and tough, and kind and enthusiastic. Because he often goes out for the postman, he often brings letters or verbal messages for others for free, and has a very good popularity.

At the same time, this is also a bold person. The old Shaanxi man originally had a passionate and martial arts side. Li Jixian Village was originally Hengshan in the Song Dynasty and belonged to the four battles. After hundreds of years, he still maintained the tradition of the Song Dynasty, advocating martial arts, practicing bows and arrows, and the folk martial arts style is very strong.

Born and raised in such a place, Li Hongji also had a strong and brave soul under his honest smile. He came out of Mizhi to make a living. After becoming a postman, he had encountered danger many times. The public security in this era cannot be compared with hundreds of years later. The greatest wealth of a postman was the good horse under him. More than once there were restless mountain people or bandits along the road who wanted to attack this postman, but under Li Hongji's sword and bow and arrow, no one could get benefits.

Over time, Li Hongji also made a great reputation. This postman also became a well-known figure in Ningxia. In his hometown, Mizhi, he was a famous man with all kinds of villages and eight miles.

Mr. Liu, the boss surnamed Liu, also admired the postman very much. When Li Hongji came over to salute, Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Where did you get it back?"

"Guyuan, I sent some official documents and letters, and brought some back, and there were also some of them in the imperial court's residence."

"Oh," Liu Barman's eyes froze and said, "How is the west of Liao?"

"The news is not good." Li Hongji said in a deep voice: "Drunk dozens of forts in a row. I heard that the old slave has attacked Ningyuan."

"Have the army not fought back?"

"No." Li Hongji shook his head and said, "It was all abandoned by the fortresses. The generals and soldiers fled, and it made people feel very upset when they saw it."

"Word into their mother." The general said angrily: "The court gives us as much as we have in a year. Even if the general runs away when fighting, the soldiers and those who eat food will run away regardless of it? I'm so fucking frustrated, so fucking panic for them!"

Li Hongji said in a muffled voice: "It's the reason. If we give the same money, grain, armor and weapons, the battles we fought will not look so ugly. Even if the soldiers in Liao Town are all new recruits, this principle is not right. Even if we are recruiting a team of people to practice for a few years, and there are such good armor and weapons, how can we not win?"

"That's right, we are Old Qin people."

People from Qin still have a sense of identity with the once glorious Qin Empire. Under this simple feeling, they will call themselves old Qin people, which is a kind of remembrance of the past, just like many people call Xi'an Chang'an. During the Han and Tang Dynasties, it was not only the pride of Guanzhong, but also the pride of the entire Chinese civilization.

Li Hongji pursed his lips and agreed with the general's words.

The Qin people were strong and resolute, brave and direct, and resilient. They could win battles under superior conditions. If they wanted to defeat the battle, they would not be defeated at once. It would not be as ugly as Liao Town.

In Li Hongji's mind, the Eastern Barbarians were just barbarians similar to those of the Northern Barbarians. They might have been strong for a while, but they could not be the opponent of the Han family, nor could they be the real opponent of strong soldiers. He didn't take these barbarians seriously, and he paid attention to the uselessness of Liao Town, rather than the strength of the Jurchens.

This psychology affected many of his decisions in the next twenty years and directly led to a three hundred years of fault in Chinese civilization.

Of course, Li Hongji's pride was not completely unreasonable. The peasant army dominated by the Qin people was quite strong and tenacious. Li Hong was basically one of the outstanding representatives. When Hong Chengchou led the eight generals to aid Jinzhou, he fought hard and bravely rushed towards the Huang Taiji banner under his disadvantage, and was still only the Qin army.

"We won't talk about this anymore." The president said to Li Hongji: "You should go to the various yamen to deliver official documents quickly. If you are late, be careful of getting beaten."

Li Hongji looked at the city gate and said, "Not too late, I'm half a day earlier, and it's still far from the time limit. Sir, there are many people who have escaped this time."

"Um."

Mr. Liu nodded and said, "There are many people. Fortunately, the court has relief to come. The superiors asked to open the door. Otherwise, they would not have been put in so much, and there would be chaos."

Li Hongji has been a postman for more than a year. He likes to move, unlike some postman just staying in the postman to take care of his responsibilities. Li Hongji has taken care of the work of running around the postman. After more than a year of traveling, the local situation has become familiar, and of course the geography has become familiar. Many people and local affairs are naturally familiar with a lot.

"Hongji," Liu Bashang smiled and said, "When will you come here to help me, I will give you a team official."

"I dare not." Li Hongji smiled and said, "Brothers are better than us, so how can this be done? I will definitely not dare to come over after saying this."

It is very comfortable to stay at the post station. Don’t practice it. It’s just running around and horse materials can be corruption. Generally speaking, this job is not easy to do than the border army. Being a postman is enough to support the family. The court allocates millions of taels to the postman a year, which is much more generous than the border army’s military salary. Of course, Li Hongji could not let the postman go and be a border army that makes a living by making a living by the knife. It may not necessarily pay monthly. Even if he becomes a team official, he may not be able to live comfortably. Looking at the General Manager Liu in front of him, although his official position is much higher than that of the postman, he is really not as comfortable as the postman.

Of course, Mr. Liu knew that Li Hongji could not come over, and he just cherished talents, so he said this in a joking tone. Li Hongji beat him up, and Mr. Liu laughed, even if this matter was exposed, he would not be mentioned.

At this time, people were surging and began to spread out to the major streets and alleys in the city. Ningxia Zhencheng was the Yinchuan City in later generations. It was a small city in later generations. At this time, it was just an ordinary state city.

In such a northwest, it has been a success for several generations and hundreds of years to be able to build such a city. Ningxia Town starts from Zhongwei County in the Helan Mountain area in the west, along the Yellow River and the east to Dayanchi Lake. In the Lingwu to Taole area, there are no border walls built without a border wall. On the Helan Mountain to Lingwu, there are military forts, with two to four border walls built.

Even so, this city, like an ordinary border town, has experienced many war tests in more than 200 years. During the prosperous period of the Northern Ru, there were often warnings, and even attacked near the town. More than 20 years ago, the Taomen advanced from Qinghai and besieged Hezhou and Taozhou. Ningxia, Gansu and Guyuan towns issued warnings at the same time. The entire town was closed, and many fleeing people ran to the towns of these towns, but were all turned away by the towns.

Li Hongji was not born yet, of course he had never experienced it himself, but when he saw refugees flocking in, he still felt a sense of excitement and gratitude in his heart.

"It's better to be the emperor of the Ming Dynasty." Li Hongji, who had not read a few books at this time, praised in quite simple language.

...

After saying goodbye to General Liu, Li Hongji rode his horse to the north on the streets in the city.

He entered the city gate from the south gate, and the general's mansion and the Bingbei Road were all in the center of the city. This was like any city in the Ming Dynasty, and there was nothing special about it.

Several streets from north to south, east to south form a cross. The Academy and Yamen are on the Yaqian Street from east to west of Gulou. Buildings such as Yuewang Temple City God Temple are scattered around. On the outside are the residences of some officials and wealthy families, forming the core area of ​​the entire city.

On the outside, there are some commercial areas, including commercial banks and ordinary shops, which form the most dynamic area of ​​the city.

Of course, since Ningxia Town is close to the side wall, not far to the northwest is the Dusitu River, which is where large Mongolian tents are grazing along the river. The northeast is the East Tower, which is part of the Ordos tribe grazing here, and the Kubuqi Desert.

In the southeast is a lake and the famous Huama Pond, where the three-sided Governor is.
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