Chapter 91:

This year is a harvest year,
Heavy grains filled the barns of every farmer in Bianjing.
The great Sikong Cui Youyu of the Jin country digs through the long-abandoned ancient canal gap.
The chasm starts from Xingyang, north of Zhengzhou, passes through Zhengzhou, connects the Yellow River with Tongji water, passes through Bianjing, and then enters Suishui.
The fertile river water irrigated the soil along the way, scouring and diluting the saline-alkali land that was unfavorable for cultivation. Turning countless "bad fields" into "good land" with fertile soil.
Although the time is short, the effect is not particularly obvious.
But farmers around Bianjing have already experienced the joy of a bumper harvest.
Merchant ships can start directly from Bianjing to Zhengzhou upstream. Then from Xingyang to the Yellow River, or directly into the hinterland of Jin State via Qinshui.
It is also possible to travel south via Suishui to the wealthy Song State, from where beautiful silks and cheap grains are delivered.
Bianjing’s wharf is becoming more and more lively, and the moored boats and porters who come and go to carry goods form a busy scene.
There are also more shops on the street, displaying a variety of fresh products from the north and the south.
Not far from the pier is a military camp.
Several women and old men were wiping their tears, standing at the door of the barracks, saying goodbye to their family members who were about to leave.
A woman over fifty years of age stubbornly grabbed her son's hand, cried with her nose and tears, and finally gritted her teeth and confessed: "No, no return."
Don't come back from the battlefield without getting the title.
Although she was extremely reluctant to bear her son.
However, their family had fled from another place, and after hardships to migrate to Bianjing, their husband disappeared early on the way to escape.
There is a sickly hall at home, and there are four or five children waiting to be fed underneath.
Although he was born in Jin, it is far from enough to make ends meet with the 30 acres of land allocated.
Now I can only count on this only adult son.
Only when he won the title on the battlefield and rewarded the field, the family's life can be expected to survive.
Her son comforted: "Mother, don't worry. If you go here, you will be able to earn a superior title. You and Sister will work harder for a while, pulling your brothers and sisters, and waiting for the children to return at home."
The mother stuffed the winter clothes in his arms into his hand, choked and let go.
Adjacent to this camp is a war camp.
The atmosphere here is much more relaxed and active.
Most of the camps were young teenagers, and their parents were stuffing food and winter clothes into their hands, babbling about trivial matters.
The army is about to go out, but these young boys are serving a month-long guard and do not need to go out with the army.
Therefore, although the family is full of concerns, it is not as full of sorrow as the next door.
According to the latest decree of Jin, as long as settled in Jin, all families with men between 15 and 55 years old must send a male over 15 years old to participate in the military service for one month. It's called a change.
Men in military service do not have to be too far away from their homes. They only need to serve in the county where their household registration is located. Special personnel will organize them to exercise military and military exercises for half a month and participate in the construction of urban defense and the foundation of the county and county for half a month.
At this moment, two young men from the same hometown were walking towards the barracks of the guard camp holding the clothes given by their parents.
"Look, elder brother, it's really lively over there, crying and crying endlessly." The younger man said to his brother in the same town.
The elder man replied: "The army is about to go out. Once on this battlefield, who knows how many people will be able to come back, it is really a parting of life and death, and naturally I will cry."
"A man, a man who has made meritorious deeds. If he cuts off a few heads on the battlefield and returns to the title, the family will follow the glory, wouldn't it be strong? The little brother hopes not to perform this daily service that is just a show. I think that one day I can be conscripted into the army and go to the battlefield with real swords and guns."
"You don't want to underestimate the guard, this half-month exercise every year, but the key to save your life in the future. The battlefield is not as simple as you think." The older man looked at the military camp next door, encouraging himself to be young and vigorous. Fellow villagers,
"The most fearful thing is that a stunner like you, who came to the battlefield recklessly, blasted the drums and killed all around. If the recruits who have not been trained, I am afraid that they will be shocked. Do your hands and feet, and you will lose your life in an instant." He is a little older and has seen countless tragedies in which he went to the battlefield but never returned home. He is not so optimistic about the war. Did the village preach it? This change is to let us young men in the Jin country have the opportunity to familiarize themselves with the training of the Shiwu every year. Only when we are really on the battlefield can we die less."
The young man froze for a moment. His fearless heart of a newborn calf also seemed to touch a bit of the smoke on the battlefield that was not far away from him.
After the autumn harvest.
The Zuo Shu Changmoqiao of the Jin State led an army of 30,000 soldiers and in one fell swoop into the neighboring Song State.
Nine cities including Lankao, Waihuang, and Minquan were successively underwent.
Along the way, the army was close to Suiyang, the capital of Song Dynasty.
Song Xianggong, the king of the Song Dynasty, was panicked, and carrying his harem concubine, the Manchu civil and military moved the capital from Suiyang to Pengcheng, far away from Jin.
At the same time, he issued a letter of credence to the neighboring Weiguo and Lu for help.
Monarch Lu ignored it.
Wei Henggong Yao Hong was unambiguous. He immediately dispatched General Yuan Wu and led tens of thousands of navy divisions along the Jishui River, with the intention of attacking Jin to rescue Song from the crisis.
It's not that Yao Hong has a lot of friendship with Song State, but he sees the situation very clearly. He can no longer tolerate Jin State's continued growth.
The position of Song State is sandwiched between Jin State and Wei State.
If Song Kingdom was beaten to the ground by Jin Yue waiter Cheng Qianyu, they would become the next obstacle on the road to Jin's power, and sooner or later they would only have to be removed.
The Weiguo Navy sailed to Huangchi north of Bianjing.
There was a long-awaited interception by Yu Dunsu, the right concubine of the Jin Kingdom, and the guards were defeated and returned.
Song Xianggong had no choice but to make a compromise, cede land and pay compensation, and agreed to cede the delta area where Surabaya and Tongji River meet to Jin.
Ji Ang, the prince of Song Dynasty, endured the humiliation and came to the border.
Facing him was a man in a wheelchair.
In his eyes, Zhou Zixi, who should have been a waste, is now sitting in the position of the envoy of the defeated state, looking at him indifferently.
He was forced to retreat step by step by this disabled former classmate, and he had to hand over the cities of Dingtao, Caoxian, Waihuang, Lankao and other cities to Jin, and had to agree to a series of unequal treaties on trade and trade.
Ji Ang gritted his teeth and left his name on the humiliating contract.
He suppressed his anger and stared at the opposite person, almost unable to control the jitter of his facial muscles.
Zhou Zixi calmly signed his handsome handwriting on the contract.
The prince of Song State gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his throat, "I really regret it, I should have..."
Zhou Zixi remained unmoved. After signing the sign, he raised his hand slightly, and the close-fitting guard pushed his wheelchair away. When he passed Ji Ang's side, he left a word indifferently.
"In the future, you may regret it even more."
When Cheng Qianye received the good news, she was sitting in the concubine Xu's palace, looking at a white and tender little bun, swaying in front of her to learn to walk.
She received the military report that was delivered urgently from the front line, opened it, and couldn't help but give a high-five.
The little bun was taken aback, and fell on the ground with a crooked foot and rolled around.
Several maidservants rushed to reach out for help,
"No support." Cheng Qianye clicked on the military newspaper in his hand, "Peng'er, come, stand up by yourself."
Cheng Qianye said so, and Concubine Xu had stretched out in midair and took the catkins back, stopping the maid beside her by the way.
The son of Concubine Xu is the only son in the face of Cheng Qianye.
Cheng Qianye gave him the first name, the last name is Cheng, the single name is Peng.
It is the meaning of Pengcheng Wanli.
In addition, it also secretly expresses Cheng Qianye's homesickness of being far away from his hometown.
This one-year-old boy has inherited the advantages of his parents' appearance, and is no longer the wrinkled appearance when he was born.
At this moment, he was wearing a short jacket with a red bottom and black edges, with a small mouth pouting on his white and tender face, he wanted to cry and was a little afraid of the "father" who had just seen him for a few days.
Those wet eyes looked around,
I saw his mother looking at him with a smile and encouragement, but didn't pick him up as usual.
The surrounding palace servants lowered their heads, and did not rush to coax him as usual.
The "father" sitting in the front, with a bright orange-yellow stone on his finger, was tempting himself to come to him.
"Come on, Peng'er gets up on her own, as long as you come to me, this stone will be given to you to play."
Since no one came to coax, the little boy felt that there was no need to cry.
He scrambled up and walked towards the man who was said to be his father, and stretched out his fleshy little hand to reach the beautiful stone in his hand.
"Yes, isn't this great?" Cheng Qianye rubbed the head of the little bun and put the orange topaz in his palm. "The boy will teach this way. If he falls, he will let him alone. climb up."
Concubine Xu lowered her head slightly and bowed to salute, "My husband is very true, and my concubine listens to you."
She has condensed muscles, beautiful appearance, gentle manner, and she speaks softly. She is a truly gentle woman.
Getting along with her made Cheng Qianye feel very relaxed.
When the capital was moved from Jiangcheng to Bianjing, Cheng Qianye wrote to her mother, Mrs. Yang, to dismiss the concubine and her concubine Xu and her son.
There are Yao Tianxiang and Xu Fei beside Jin Yuehou, which can barely make sense. She didn't want to delay the lives of those young women too much.
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Mo Qiaosheng won a big victory on the front line and got new land.
Zhou Zixi maximized the results of the battle and signed a series of trade treaties in favor of Jin with the wealthy Song State.
Cui Youyu opened the canal and built a new city wall. Bianjing seemed to be bustling day by day.
This day,
The sunlight is soft and bright,
In the Chaowu Hall, Cheng Qianye was listening to Cui Youyu's report on the plan for the next canal excavation with the drawings on the table.
"Lord, you see, there is an old river channel with a chasm here. Although it has been blocked, as long as you dredge the rectification and rebuild, you can turn Bianshui from Bianjing and flow to the southeast, passing through Chencheng, and injecting Yingshui to win. The water flows through the Huai River. In this way, we communicate with the two major water systems of the Yellow River and the Huai River." Cui Youyu said excitedly as he gestured to everything depicted on the drawing.
"At the same time, there is another Danshui that can become a branch of the chasm. It flows from our Bianjing to Pengcheng, the capital of the State of Song, and then flows into Surabaya. There is even more water that separates from the south of the chasm to the southeast tributary and flows into Huaishui through Qixian. He looked up at his lord with excitement, hoping that he could understand the meaning of this incident as much as he did.
Cheng Qianye was happy: "In this way, the Yellow River, Ji, Ru, Huai, Si will all be connected near our Bianjing."
She couldn't help but construct a beautiful picture in her mind.
In the future, Bianjing’s wharf will be lined with large cargo ships berthed everywhere, and merchants from all over the world will gather here for trade.
As a transportation hub connecting the north and the south, Bianjing has become a prosperous metropolis with a business center.
At this moment, Yu Dunsu brought Moqiao students into the house.
Kneeling and saluting in front of Cheng Qianye.
Cheng Qianye looked up at them with a smile, but there was a violent thud in his heart.
What happened?
Why are Xiaomo and General Yu so full of grief and indignation?
Cheng Qianye had a strong bad feeling in her heart.