The Mongolian Army and the Anqing Border Army, the predecessor of the Northern Army, fought for seven or eight years, and never stopped in between. At first, the Mongol Yuan suppressed the Anqing Border Army for four or five years, but the Anqing Border Army became stronger and stronger. Later, it turned into the Northern Army, turned around and suppressed the Mongol Yuan. Anyway, Jiang Zhongshan had not seen both sides calm down in the past seven or eight years. Once the two sides met, they would be to the death. Now when they saw this scene, they just felt that they were going to dream, or were they dazzled? They quietly reached out and grabbed their thighs, causing pain, rubbed their eyes, and still did this.

After living for decades, he vaguely felt that something big was about to happen.

The Mongolian Army and the Northern Expedition Army actually set up a warning in Wenxing Village. Wherever there is a Mongolian Army, there will definitely be a Northern Expedition Army. Both sides are inseparable from each other. This is a joint warning and also means mutual surveillance.

All the villagers in Wenxing Village were restricted from their freedom of movement and could only stay in their own yards and were not allowed to leave, which made the villagers a little nervous. Jiang Zhongshan, as the official of Wenxing Village, had some privileges. The Zhengbei Army allowed him to take a few young men from the village to send subsidies to each household from house to house every day. Each family gave a kilo of grain every day. What made Jiang Zhongshan strange was that he also gave each villager a piece of meat that was about the size of a fist to each household. This meat was a rare thing. Nowadays, if it weren't for the holidays, it would be difficult to get meat.

On the third day, Jiang Zhongshan's premonition was confirmed. The big dark horse that Wei said appeared in front of him. Yun Zhao, the governor of the Northern Army, actually appeared in Wenxing Village in person. Jiang Zhongshan was so nervous that he trembled all over and knelt on the ground. His head was tightly pressed against the ground. He didn't dare to look up and look at the legendary hero.

"It's right in the river?" A gentle question came from my head. "Get up, I'm so old, the ground is cold and wet, and I've been kneeling for a long time and I'm so cold, I'm not my fault!"

"Young man dare not." Jiang Zhongshan didn't finish his sentence, and he felt tightening his tucking. He stretched his hands in with force, just lifted it up slightly. He pulled himself up and looked back. He saw that the two guards were standing next to him, one left and one right, and just retracted their hands.

"The governor asked you to get up, you have to get up!" Wu Fan smiled and said, "Then there are so many long-winded things!"

Only then did Jiang Zhongshan realize that since the governor said something, you have to do it honestly and never allow any delay.

"How many families are there in the village?" Yun Zhao waved his hand at Wu Fan. The old man in the countryside has no knowledge. Don't scare him.

"There were more than 500 households, and they fought wars every year. They died and fled. Now there are more than 200 households and more than a thousand people!" Jiang Zhongshan lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Five stops went to the ten stops, and this battle was fought!" Yun Zhao shook his head and sighed, "Rise, the people suffer, the people suffer, the people suffer!"

Wu Fan said on the side: "Governor, it is mainly because Wenxing Village is sandwiched between the two sides. Whenever they fight, they are always the first to be hit. The losses will naturally be greater. Other places are not so miserable. Look at our Yizhou, hasn't it become more prosperous in recent years?"

Yun Zhao nodded. Yizhou said that from beginning to end, it was basically not affected by the war. The biggest battle should be considered as the conflict between Wang Haogu and Suishi, but the winner was decided in a very short time. Later, Yizhou was under the protection of the Northern Expedition Army. After seven or eight years of war, the foreign population was injected into the country, and the local population also increased. It was indeed not comparable to that outsiders could compare.

"Our Conqueror Army has important official duties here. I am afraid that we will harass the people in your village. Please forgive me for some grievances. After the incident, the Conquer Army will compensate you." Looking at Jiang Zhongshan, Yun Zhao comforted, "Don't be afraid, the Conqueror Army will never disturb the people."

"Yes, yes, the Northern Army is the king's army, so the old man is naturally relieved." Jiang Zhongshan nodded repeatedly.

He nodded at Jiang Zhongshan, Yun Zhao turned to look outside the village. It was obvious that he was waiting for someone. Jiang Zhongshan tactfully retreated to a place far away from Yun Zhao. He had a humble identity, so he was qualified to stand next to the governor.

Outside, there were horse hooves, war horses and carriages coming. The senior officials from the North Prefecture, such as high-ranking scholars, Guo Changxing and others rushed over one by one. After seeing Yun Zhao, they stood at the entrance of the village and whispered something, but looked at the distance from time to time.

"Here you come!" Wu Fan said suddenly.

At the end of the field of vision, a Mongolian Yuan flag suddenly appeared, and then countless war horses appeared in the field of vision. Among them, the carriage pulled by four extremely pure white-haired war horses in the herd of war horses.

Yaldan is here.

Han Jiang, who had been standing on the other side before, looked at Yun Zhao and his group of people coldly, quickly met him.

The carriage was parked at the entrance of the village, and the knights accompanying the carriage jumped off the horse one after another. Han Zhong, Jamukha, Azis, and there were quite a lot of acquaintances, and the senior officials of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty arrived almost together.

The carriage door opened, and Yardan, dressed in the costume of the Emperor of the Montenegro appeared in Yun Zhao's vision.

Jiang Zhongshan in the distance almost fainted. Although he did not know Yardan, his outfit had already shown his identity. Moreover, the emperor of the Mongol Yuan was a woman, so he also knew that. Compared with the two, the identity of this woman was about to emerge.

"Meet again!" Yaldan slowly walked to Yun Zhao, looking at him with a smile on his lips, "It's not easy to meet him."

Compared to Yaerdan expressing his longing unscrupulously, Yun Zhao seemed a little embarrassed. He was always a little confused about Yaerdan. He obviously should hate her, but over the years, Yun Zhao found that his hatred gradually faded away.

Once the contract is signed, he will marry Yardan. This is almost a foregone conclusion. Facing this person who is about to become his wife, Yun Zhao doesn't know how to face it. Love? It seems that there is no question, but it doesn't seem right to say that he doesn't feel anything about the woman in front of him. Perhaps he still has a little bit of pride in his heart. If you want to talk about it, the other party really has a noble status. If you take it seven or eight years ago, you are afraid that you are not qualified to look up. Hate? Staring at the woman in front of him who looked at him with a smile, Yun Zhao found that he couldn't hate him. He couldn't help but scold him in his heart, and he was really useless.

"It's not easy!" He nodded, "The village has been arranged, let's go!"

The yard was very big. After Wu Fan and Han Jiang cleaned up, it had completely changed. It was cleaned very clean. The dilapidated doors and windows were replaced. New window paper was pasted on the windows, and everything inside was replaced completely.

The wings on both sides are clearly divided, with Yun Zhao's personal guards standing on the other side, while the palace guards of Yaerdan were standing on the main hall in the middle, one left and one right at the door, but the soldiers of the Mongol Yuan and the Northern Army each occupy one side, and there will be the place where both sides sign a contract. The wings on both sides are places where people from both sides can rest.

After entering the yard, the two looked at each other and turned to the direction they should go.

An agreement has been reached in the general direction of the contract, but there are still some small details that need to be carefully finalized. The contract drafted by both parties is half a foot thick, almost refined to the extreme, which makes Yun Zhao a little headache and thrown it to Ma Yigong and Guo Changxing. After all, the skill of picking words is the strength of the two, and although these details are small, they must not be ignored. If you don’t pay attention to it, it may lay the groundwork for future disputes and even potential risks.

After lunch, the negotiations officially began. The so-called negotiations are actually just about quarrels between people, such as title issues, such as how Mongolian army is called after the reorganization, how Mongolian army officials are called, the treatment of Mongolian army, the rights enjoyed by Mongolian people, etc.

Yun Zhao, who sat in the lobby and listened to the quarrels of both sides, finally became a little impatient, stood up and said, "Yigong, Lord Guo, you guys talk slowly, I have some headaches, go out for a walk!"

Yaldan on the other side smiled and stood up, "The smoke in this room is too big, I can't stand it anymore. Lord Han, Azis, let's talk. I'll accompany Governor Yun to the yard for a walk!"

The noise in the room suddenly became quiet. The personnel from both sides stared at the two and walked out swaying. A strange expression appeared on their faces, but when they turned their heads and looked at each other, they became excited again, and the quarrels sounded again.

"I didn't see the people when I entered the village. Where did they go?" The yard was so big, and it was only a few dozen steps away. After walking back and forth in silence, Yaldan finally spoke and broke the silence.

“Everyone is at home.”

"Where are people from this family?"

"This family is gone!" Yun Zhao took a deep breath, "In the Eight Years War, this large village with 500 families and thousands of people is now only half of the people."

Yaldan stopped, "Yunzhao, in the Eight Years War, our Meng people's mouth was cut by half, and most of this half were young!"

"How great if you don't come?" Yun Zhao sighed.

The smile on Yaldan's face disappeared, "Why should we be suffering from poverty in the desert, and you are more prosperous than you, and since God has divided different races on this land, shouldn't we treat everyone equally?"

Yun Zhao raised his hand and said, "Forget it, we have already argued about this issue before, and it is impossible to explain it clearly. Isn't it now that you are talking about it? Haven't you also got the land you want?"

Yaldan was silent for a moment, "Yun Zhao, I actually know your intentions very well."

"What's my intention?" Yun Zhao asked back.

"I have been taught by the Yue people since I was a child. I am afraid that my history and culture are much more clear than you!" Yardan said: "In the long run, the strategies you have formulated are all doing one thing, that is, to dissolve the Mongolian culture and let us Mongolians slowly be assimilated by you. I can imagine that, from the shortest to decades, to hundreds of years, the Mongolians may only be the title of this nation, and there is no other thing left."

Yun Zhao looked at her in shock.
Chapter completed!