Zhao Luobu, the fourth shopkeeper of Fan Lou, is certainly not a food delivery person, but his family also lives outside the east gate, so he gets up early every day and collects fresh fruits, vegetables and fish eggs from the east side of the city, just for Fan Lou...

There wasn't much, but it was better than freshness. It was transported by the driver who delivered food in Fanlou, and there was still some change left. Today was of course no exception. But at this time, when he arrived at Xincaomen on a mule, he was shocked to find that,

This road seems to be impassable today.

Ma Pang is Fan Lou's delivery driver and a backup neighbor of Zhao Luobo's Tongzhuang. Hearing this, he immediately went forward to inquire. But after a while, he hurriedly returned and told the whole story:

"Uncle Zhao... the door is open, but the horse is blocked. There is a notice posted on it, and the doorman is also shouting, saying that there are military affairs at Xincao Gate today, and there will be no access before noon. We are asked to take a detour..."

"Get into his mother's military service."

Zhao Luobo was furious. "I walked up to him and told him to take a detour... The world is at peace. The Jurchen emperor has fled from Yanjing and died. Where is the military service? How can the Jurchens come again thousands of miles away?"

Ma Pang and the other Fan Lou riders just remained silent.

After Zhao Luobo finished scolding, he looked back at his own fleet behind him. He was helpless, so he carefully counted out a hundred cash from his arms and handed it to Ma Pang: "Isn't your boss doing something good here? Go and ask him.

When I asked... I just said that the building is waiting for the fire to start cooking and to provide food for my husband. There are so many people, and if we really go around to Chaoyang Gate, we will be delayed for more than half an hour."

Fatty Ma nodded repeatedly and immediately stepped forward to take the money. But when he turned around, he couldn't help but pout, secretly feeling that Uncle Carrot was too stingy... How could a hundred dollars be of any use to such a serious matter?

Do you still use the same tactics as when Fengheng Yu University was a university?

Sure enough, Ma Fatty went around the city with a hundred coins in his pocket, just to ask about the owner, and then ran back directly with the money in his arms:

"Uncle Zhao knows... As soon as I took out the money, all the gatekeepers noticed it. People said that before the military affairs, Fan Lou was nothing! The fourth shopkeeper was a fart again! The money was gone, and I suffered in vain.

We are only allowed to enter through the Chaoyang Gate from the south. A moment later is a moment of delay. There will be no food in Fanlou at noon, but we deserve it!"

Zhao Luobo, who was riding on the mule, looked green and red. He was obviously afraid of delaying things, but at the same time he was reluctant to part with the hundred dollars. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "You can't be the one who swindled the money, right? One hundred dollars are worth it."

Don’t allow familiar faces to come in? This didn’t happen during the Xuanhe years!”

Ma Fat just shook his head and smiled bitterly, causing the other riders and Lifu to laugh together.

The people from Fanlou gave me face, but the people from the other main store nearby didn't even bother to give face, and directly mocked: "Uncle Luobo, Emperor Jianyan is now in the court, and he hates what happened during the Xuanhe period the most... Why don't you tell me that you are twenty?"

What happened when we were growing radishes in the east of the city years ago? At that time, Captain Gao even bought your radishes!"

Zhao Luobo became more and more embarrassed and distressed, but in the end he had no choice but to order the convoy to turn to Chaoyang Gate.

But at this moment, the shopkeeper Fan Lou who was sitting on the mule turned around and was surprised to find that as the morning fog dispersed, smoke and dust were already billowing on the road to the east, as if there was a large army.

Come on.

This made him panic after having experienced Jingkang's escape and return, and he immediately made up his mind:

"Let's go, just go to Chaoyang Gate. Don't rush into the army."

Everyone started to move, but within a few steps, someone suddenly shouted from the city gate tower at Xin Cao Gate: "People on Ma Xing Street, it is really difficult to pass through Chaoyang Gate at this time... Zhang Shilang has an order, open the gate and let the horses pass.

Go to Maxing Street riders and get in first!"

Shopkeeper Zhao was confused and couldn't go around anymore, but there was a crowd in front of him and the army was approaching behind him, but he couldn't help but panic. He could only shout repeatedly, asking Fan Lou's car to follow him and not to leave the group without authorization.

The army was approaching in the distance, approaching the solid road in front of the door, and the smoke and dust gradually began to rise, and it became clear how large the incoming army was and how powerful it was.

Shopkeeper Zhao, who was used to fearing the army, became more and more panicked. He just pushed forward with all his strength, but finally entered the Xincao Gate before the army arrived. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to yell:

"Don't be greedy for watching the army. If you crack the eggs or drop the carrots, let's walk along the street...walk slowly and watch while walking...don't do either..."

Just as the Lifu riders were about to respond, they found that Zhao Luobo suddenly froze in place, and then looked at the city gate of the New Cao Gate, dumbfounded.

"Yes, it's a Jurchen..."

Zhao Luobo stared at the entrance to the city gate, his face turned pale, his teeth chattered, and he said an unbelievable sentence.

Ma Pang and others looked back together, and sure enough they saw the sergeants in the middle of the queue walking behind them. Some were wearing leather hats, and some were not wearing hats, but they had the typical money rat tail...or a single tail.

Or two tails on both sides and back... This is a typical Jurchen hair style.

In addition, many people were still wearing tattered leather armor, holding messy flags, carrying bows on their backs, and carrying empty quivers.

But no matter what, there is no doubt that this is the Jurchen.

In fact, not only Zhao Luobu Ma Pang and others, but the entire Xin Cao Sect suddenly fell into a complete and strange silence.

Most people didn't know what was going on, and the few who were thoughtful, including the insiders on the city gate tower, were strangely immersed in an eerie silence along with the people.

"It's the Jurchens! The Jurchens are fighting again!"

In the silence, Zhao Luobo suddenly roared, then urged the mule on his crotch, running forward along the street like crazy.

The morning had just passed, the street was wide, but there were not many people. The mule did not trample on anyone, so it carried its master and went into the city.

A group of riders and Lifu were all young people. They only looked at the direction in which Zhao Luobo ran away like crazy, but then turned back to look behind them... There, more and more Jurchens poured out of the doorway, but the two Jurchens

At the same time, there were several rows of royal camp sergeants on each side, all wearing armor and carrying sharp swords, strictly supervising and accompanying them.

The scene is unmistakable. This is the prisoner-of-war camp sergeant escorting the prisoner-of-war.

According to the Di newspaper, the total number of prisoners of war during the Huolu War was 70,000 to 80,000, including Jurchens, Bohai people, Khitans and other so-called true Tatars, no less than 40,000.

Wan Nuzhen was captured by the Tatars and paraded through the streets.

"Shopkeeper Han."

Just when most of the people stopped to look at the door, Fatty Ma touched the one hundred pennies strung together in his arms, sighed on the spot, and turned to one side to see a familiar shopkeeper from another shop.

"Excuse me, please lend me a mule, and I'll go chase Uncle Carrot to avoid any surprises... I'll feed you the fodder in the afternoon and deliver it to you."

"good……"

"Ride on my mule, my mule is strong."

Just when shopkeeper Na Han responded, a fat shopkeeper next to him got off the mule first and gave the reins to Ma Pang. "Be careful with your words... Don't laugh at him. He escaped from Jingkang and his family was destroyed...

Those of us who are older are actually afraid... I almost wanted to run just now."

Ma Fat responded, got on the mule, and went to pursue it.

Starting from the morning, as usual, the noise in Tokyo city became louder and louder throughout the morning. According to common sense, this noise will reach its peak before noon and then fluctuate. But today, there seems to be no noise in the city.

At the end, it has been rising surgingly, like a huge wave that never ends.

And everyone gradually came to know that because of the siege ten years ago, the officials had specially ordered Yang Yizhong, the king of Jingsai County, to return south early, gather prisoners of war, collect trophies, and parade them through the streets.

Only it might rain tomorrow, so I had no choice but to do it in advance.

Turning to the present, starting from Xincaomen in the east of the city, tens of thousands of Jurchen, Khitan, and Bohai captives are under the strict supervision of no less than their number of imperial soldiers, holding their dilapidated flags and wearing clothes still stained with mud.

Wearing leather armor, carrying a bow without strings, a scabbard without blades, and a quiver without arrows, he walked down the east-west street in the middle of Tokyo with his head lowered.

At the beginning, the reaction of the people in the city when encountering this team was no different from the scene inside the city gate. A few were panicked and hysterical, while the majority were silent, worried and cowed.

But as more and more prisoners entered the city, more and more messages came clearly. The people along the way began to cheer and shout, and began to abandon their preparations for the day's work and climb up the stairs like their own children.

Take to the streets, scream and spread the word.

Before reaching the inner city, some people had already started to attack the team, trying to bite and beat the prisoners, but they were stopped by the soldiers on both sides. The officials had an order. After today, these prisoners of war will be delivered to Xiliao one by one.

At the same time, the prisoners also changed from being numb at the beginning to fear, trembling, panic, and unspeakable horror.

They never thought that one day they would be afraid of these defenseless people.

When the prisoner team entered the inner city, more and more people came along the imperial street after hearing the news. The scene became more chaotic and restless. The imperial soldiers could hardly stop them, and some people even clashed with the soldiers in groups.

But soon, with the order from King Jingsai who presided over the ceremony, the soldiers regained order and respect... They began to prepare gold, silver, bronze and iron medals representing the enemy officers.

Take it out, every few people, and raise it high to both sides of the street.

At the same time, the prisoners were required to throw down their flags, scabbards, quivers, and bows along the street. They even had to take off their ragged leather armor and stuffy leather hats, and walked out of the west gate naked.

This plunged the whole scene into a kind of manic cheering.

On both sides of the street, the roofs of all the building sign corridors were occupied, not only to occupy a good view of the prisoners, but also to facilitate the soldiers who crossed both sides to throw stones and debris at the shirtless Jurchen prisoners.

When the team arrived at the Xuande Building opposite the Royal Street, the high ground on the streets on both sides had been completely occupied. At this time, someone suddenly started trying to throw coins... No one knew why. It might be that there was no more debris, so they threw coins.

Money, or maybe it was just some wealthy people giving money to the soldiers who held up placards as 'rewards' according to the custom of the sergeants' performances during the Fengheng Henan University... But it didn't matter, because soon, things got out of control.

Everyone rushed to throw everything around them at the imperial soldiers.

Coins, hairpins, jewelry, silks, headscarves, even radishes and live chickens, ducks and livestock...the number one scholar outside Donghua Gate may not be so glamorous.

In the shaking wave, Ma Pang found Zhao Luobu. At that time, the latter had just thrown out the saddle of his mule. Then with nothing, he slumped down on the messy ground behind the crowd, leaning against the empty end.

The unsaddled mule was like crazy, crying and laughing at times.

But when Ma Pang slowly walked over and sat down with him, Zhao Luobo stopped laughing. He just hugged this acquaintance and cried bitterly. The crying was earth-shattering, and he cried non-stop. He cried like heavy rain falling.

The entire Central Plains was soaked.

At the end of the summer of the tenth year of Jianyan, Zhao Jiuzai, who was completely unaware of these scenes in Tokyo, personally bid farewell to Yue Fei, Zhao Liangbi, Jin Fushi, Hebule, Zhuge Liang, Yelu Yujian, Yuan Weiyi, and Ping Qingsheng.

After a group of people, they began to turn back to the south.

Passing through Yanjing along the way, he greeted Lu Yihao, who could no longer get out of bed. Then he accepted Hu Yin's wish to stay in Yanjing, took Han Shizhong and other senior civil and military officials with him, and continued southward.

In late July, Zhao Guan's family crossed the Yellow River and arrived in Shaoxing.

Immediately, without waiting for the princes in Tokyo to greet him, a decree was passed down, asking Tokyo's Shi Zhenwu, as well as all the officials in the civil and military circles and the surrounding areas who could catch up, to accompany him to the main court of Bozhou Daozu.

And finally, on another autumn day full of rustling autumn wind, under the warm setting sun, Zhao Jiu returned to Mingdao Palace, which he had been avoiding for the past ten years.
Chapter completed!