Chapter 37, In the Bloody New Year Although there have been some unworldly literati in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, who imagined the pastoral life in the isolated countryside as an extremely beautiful paradise. yznnBut just as the educated youth who go to the countryside always miss big cities, rural life in any era also makes city people feel bored.
Especially in this barbaric and ignorant era, the life of the Jurchens, who are on the edge of the civilized world and in a bitter cold land, is even more miserable.
For most Jurchens in this era, they worked hard every day planting crops, hunting, fishing, panning for gold, feeding livestock, and tanning leather.
They lived in low, damp grass sheds with drafts on all sides; They were wearing clothes made of animal skins or even tree bark that were so rough that they hurt people.
They were eating dried meat and fish that lacked salt and had a rancid smell, as well as moldy whole grains mixed with sand.
Then when it gets dark, there is nothing to do, not to mention watching the theater or listening to books.
I can't even light oil lamps and candles, so I have to drink a few bowls of bad wine, and just cuddle up with my wife and mess around making people.
Occasionally, if I travel hundreds of miles to a small county town and look at the goods and utensils of the market vendors, I will be shocked.
Even if you are a chief, you can only wander around in the abyss of violence and poverty for the rest of your life.
Life is neither happy nor safe: if you scratch your skin, you may die from infection.
If you catch a cold, you may die from a cold.
There are often wars between tribes, so it is easy to lose arms and legs, the common people are in danger, and the nobles live in confusion.
Each tribal settlement was like a concentration camp, only more unhygienic and inhumane.
The people who lived there all had tangled hair and were crawling with lice.
Their mouths smell like swills or sewers, and their faces are covered with pustules and scars, and are covered with a thick layer of dirt mixed with sweat, mud, and dander.
Every Jurchen who has never seen the world.
The barbarians can only struggle in this uncivilized and ignorant world like wild beasts, born in the mud and dying in the wilderness.
They have become accustomed to this from generation to generation.
But as the emperor of the Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Wu Qimai had seen the world.
He had seen the Khitan emperor's luxurious residence and invaded the magnificent cities of Shangjing and Zhongjing in the Liao Kingdom.
The wonderful life that Jurchens could never dream of, the lethality of the prosperous scenes of big cities, and the temptation of luxury and splendor of the nine-layered palaces shocked him beyond words.
So after he returned to his hometown of Huining, he felt that everything was shabby and unsightly.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to be scolded as a prodigal son by the elders of the clan, but he also wanted to build a decent imperial city and palace.
Fortunately, today is no different than it was back then.
As the Jurchen clan has been blessed by heaven, has won many battles, defeated the Khitan enemies, and swept the entire Northland, the wealth and savings of the Wanyan tribe have been a hundred times what they used to be.
With the help of Wanyan Wu Qi, he Buy this emperor a little extravagant capital.
And every time good news comes from the front line, it also means that more good things are about to be delivered to Huining.
He recalled the several beautiful Song Dynasty singers who were just escorted to the palace yesterday.
They were as delicate as flowers, with jade-like skin, and moving eyes.
The style, Wanyan Wu Qimai couldn't help but swallow, feeling Before he felt a burst of heat in his crotch, he had never seen such a delicate and beautiful woman, the most beautiful girl in the Jurchen tribe, during most of his life spent by the Hu River.
How could anyone have such delicate skin?
Such a delicate and charming demeanor, with such infinite charm revealed in her eyes.
A few years ago, they broke into the palace tent of the Liao Kingdom and captured several Khitan noblewomen wearing silk ribbons and powdered face.
These rude Jurchen chiefs were already as if they had found a treasure, and they felt as if immortals descended to earth and now they are following the new ones.
The singing girls from the Song Dynasty who came here are really worth comparing.
You know, a woman's beauty has always come from skin care and makeup.
Even if she is a beautiful woman with outstanding talents, if she is born in a barbaric tribe in a remote country, she does not apply makeup all day long, has a bare face, and wears rough fur clothes.
Not being able to bathe for a whole winter, and having to farm, graze, fish and hunt will most likely make your skin black and rough, and bring with it a disgusting odor.
Often, as soon as you take off your clothes, the room will be filled with the rich smell of salted fish and goat.
No matter how beautiful a "beauty" is, there are a few people with heavy tastes who can tolerate it.
Moreover, Wanyan Wu had vaguely heard that even such a pretty and gentle young lady was just an ordinary singing prostitute plundered from Hebei County in the Song Dynasty.
Far from being first-class, I don’t know how the Jurchen cavalry swept through the Central Plains and broke through the colorful world of Bianliang.
Those concubines captured from the Song Dynasty’s palace will be so beautiful that they will captivate the country.
Due to the barrier of thousands of miles of Guanshan, Wanyan Wu was begging for money at this time and did not know the bad news that the two armies of the Jin Kingdom were completely destroyed under Bianliang City.
What he didn't even know was that the black hand that had just destroyed the main force of the Jin Kingdom had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and quietly arrived at his side.
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The last dusk of the Jurchen Kingdom was so gorgeous and brilliant that the whole sky was as red as blood.
On the outskirts of Huining, in a forest covered by thick snow, several hazy white figures were quietly moving.
Wang Qiu, Guo Jing, Doraemon, Yue Fei, Han Shizhong and others, each wearing a snow camouflage cloak, carefully poked their heads out of the snow, and used binoculars to look at Huining City on the other side of the Hu River. .
Even by the standards of this era, this is a rather crude, even very shabby human settlement.
First of all, what everyone present from the Song Dynasty couldn't believe was that this "city" didn't even have a city wall, just like a grass market in the countryside.
Secondly, looking from afar from the other side of Jianchuhu River, there are several unfinished palaces in Huining City that are spacious and covered with glazed tiles, but the scaffolding has not yet been removed.
But the vast majority of people still live in mud houses and thatched houses, or sheds built on the mud with thatch and branches.
Even if there are a few brick houses occasionally, they are covered with thatch and topped with a few stone roofs.
The houses often have no doors and are simply blocked with branches, reed mats, animal skins and other debris.
Moreover, most of the houses in the city are very low, and it is the coldest winter now.
Many houses have even been buried in snow, so that the people living in them have to dig holes through the roofs to get out.
It feels quite like they belong to the cave-dwelling tribe in primitive society.
The "simple" style.
"Tsk, tsk, such a broken city is not even the Jurchen Kingdom, let alone Bianliang and Yanjing.
Even the county seat of Tangyin, my hometown, is far inferior.
From my perspective, this city is full of money, that is, there are two to three thousand households. , with a population of 10,000 to 20,000, does not have the slightest atmosphere of an imperial capital.”
Yue Fei bit a straw stick and said with a hint of disdain, "When I was facing off against the Jinlu warriors on the battlefield, I was always thinking about where the beautiful mountains and rivers could have raised such a tyrannical man.
But now that I have come here to see it with my own eyes, I feel completely disappointed.”
"But it was these vulgar barbarians who emerged from the poor mountains and rivers.
It took only ten years to defeat the Khitan people and almost destroyed their country.
It took less than two years to trample to pieces dozens of people in Hedong and Hebei of our Song Dynasty.
Prefectures and counties, troops came to the capital Bianliang City twice."
Han Shizhong looked back at him and responded calmly, "The Hebei Forbidden Army has been fighting against them for many years, and they are almost invincible; the Guanxi Forbidden Army has 2 to 300,000 carved-faced villains, and all of them died at their hands.
It is said that unruly people come out of poor mountains and bad waters, Peng It’s better not to underestimate these Tartars.”
"I can take care of this matter of course."
Yue Fei smiled and nodded, "I will never be merciless when killing people and setting fires later."
Although the so-called cities of these Jurchens are dilapidated enough to make many "civilized people" who come to peep shake their heads, there are still people who are worse off than them.
They live on a small soil slope about a stone's throw away from Huining City.
Currently, there are tens of thousands of slave coolies preparing to cut wood, quarry stone, build palaces and build cities for the Jurchens.
Most of them are Khitan, Bohai, Xi, Liaodong Han and Song people who were captured by the Jin army from the war.
The wood they had cut down and the stone they had worked hard against the cold wind in the north of the Great Wall were piled as high as a hill on the outskirts of Huining City.
But at this time, the construction project had just begun.
Even the Jurchens were still living in thatched mud houses.
When it was the turn of these slaves, they didn't even have a house at all.
Their current so-called residence is to dig a hole in a high place, make a roof with some dead grass branches, wrap it in rags or animal skins, and huddle in the hole.
Sex is simply worse than a cave where bears hibernate.
In addition, there is lack of food, lack of clothing, and acclimatization.
After a cold winter, it is normal for half of the people to freeze to death.
"In the slave camp over there, I vaguely saw many Chu Hong uniforms of the Forbidden Army.
They are all dirty and torn, almost turning into rags."
After Guo Jing observed carefully with a telescope for a while, he turned back to Wang Qiu with a look of pity and sighed, "These losers were unwilling to fight to the death.
They abandoned their weapons and surrendered as soon as their bones softened.
As a result, they were escorted here by the Jin people." , You have been working hard all day long, so it’s a shame that we are here now, otherwise by the time Huining Imperial City is completed, nine out of ten of these guys will be dead.”
But Wang Qiu paid attention to another aspect, "This slave camp seems to be very laxly guarded.
There are no walls, trenches, or barbed wire outside, just a bunch of messy shacks.
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There are not many Jurchen soldiers patrolling.
Could it be that they Aren’t you afraid of slaves escaping?”
"Barbed wire haha, not to mention whether the Song Dynasty had the technology to pull out large quantities of wire, do you know what the price of pig iron can be sold in Saibei today?"
Guo Jing sneered, "As for escaping, where do you think this is?
This is The capital of the Jin Dynasty, the birthplace of the Jurchens, and the Central Plains are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
How can a fugitive who travels alone escape so easily?
It is now the harshest winter of the year, with water dripping everywhere and turning into ice, and the cold wind blowing like a knife.
How far can these weak and ragged slaves run, not to mention the pursuit of Jurchen cavalry?
How to deal with food?
Don’t forget, there are uninhabited virgin forests for hundreds of miles around here.
Even if you want to rob or steal, you can find them.
In this kind of snowy weather, even the native Jurchen hunters may not be able to find prey to feed themselves, let alone foreigners like them.
In short, they have to work hard to make cattle and horses for the Jin people, and still have a mouthful of food to eat; If they escape recklessly, they may end up feeding hungry wolves in the blink of an eye.
What do you think these prisoners will choose?
Of course, now that we are here, as long as we plan properly, these prisoners of war may also be a big help."
After explaining the desperate situation these slaves were in, Guo Jing looked up at the sky again and found that the winter at the end of December was really short.
The slanting sun had slowly sunk behind the treetops, making the sky and the earth seem even brighter.
It was dark, and everything around him looked hazy, so he turned around and announced to everyone, "Okay, the enemy status of the Jurchens has been investigated.
It's almost time.
I think you all have an idea of how to fight this battle in Huining.
Now let's go back and join everyone before it gets dark, so that they don't have to wait in a hurry.
After returning home, eat and rest as soon as possible.
Everyone should recharge their batteries.
Tomorrow is the day when these Jurchen Tatars will die." oshow7: