Yunyue past events

The morning sun shines on the sky above Mengyang City. The sun is bright and clear. Standing on the battlements, Zhao Ling looks towards the smelting field below the city. Numerous furnace fires are curling up, filled with smoke, and the winter sun is powerless to penetrate the thick fog. layer,? Can not illuminate the crowd working on the ground.

There is very little snow in the winter in the south, and the vegetation is thriving. The eastern foot of the Zitong Mountain is covered with a layer of purple, which is magnificent under the light and almost evil.

When Zhaoling realized that the purple was made up of flowers, she couldn't help being amazed.

Wei Ping followed Zhao Ling. He had just climbed onto the battlements and glanced east. He reacted very quickly and immediately identified the source of the purple color: "This is a copper grass flower that stretches for miles. In the past, when people looked for copper, they would first look for it. Copper grass flowers in the mountains, where there are copper grass flowers, there must be copper mines nearby."

There are thousands of prisoners in Zitong Mountain. In the place where the prisoners suffer the most, flowers grow for miles, so beautiful, yet so indifferent, coldly witnessing the centuries-long past of the mine.

Zhaoling murmured: "It's really unforgettable."

Once, Zhao Ling asked Yue Qian if he had been to Mengyang City?

Yue Qian said that he had been there, and told him that standing on Mengyang City, he could overlook Zitong Mountain, where purple copper grass flowers bloomed.

At that time, Yue Qian's words seemed to be still in my ears, as if such a person was still by my side.

Wei Ping said: "The flowering period of copper grass is in September, and the full flowering period is in October. If you come earlier, these wild flowers will bloom more beautifully."

Zhaoling said: "It's no wonder that everything in the area is stained with purple, Zitong Mountain, Zitai, Zixi..."

The stream that flows through Mengyang City is called Zixi.

There are smelting workshops along the stream, and countless prisoners are doing heavy labor. The shackles on their ankles are clanging from the south of the stream to the north of the stream.

Zhaoling left the battlements and passed by the archers. He stepped down the tower, and just as he reached the city gate, he saw Zheng Xin, Huan Sima's aide, coming towards him.

The three of them went out of the city gate together and walked towards the smelting field at the foot of the mountain. Behind them was a guard, which was Zhaoling's guards.

Zheng Xin told the situation of Mengyang City in Zhaoling while walking. He said: "Mengyang City has eight smelting workshops, and there are also stone workshops, lacquer workshops, bone horn workshops, wood workshops, and weaving workshops. There are four prisoners in total. 800 people."

Walking on the flat main road, there was still smog in front of his eyes. Zhaoling coughed because of the bad smell. Weiping handed him a cloth handkerchief: "The smog from the smelting field is harmful to the body. Please cover your mouth and nose, sir."

Zhaoling waved his hand, indicating no need.

Zheng Xin led the way and said: "There are 7000 prisoners in the nearby Zitongshan mine, and the number is still increasing recently. The total number of prisoners in Mengyang City and Zitongshan is 2000, and the prisoners account for [-]%. One tenth of the Wei people are Yunyue people."

Zhao Ling said: "Seventy percent of them are from Yunyue, they don't understand the language, how do you manage them?"

A group of people came to a small path, which sloped downwards, and they were about to enter the smoky place. Zheng Xin respectfully said: "Please stop, my lord, the dirt road below is full of dust, and the smelting yard is dirty and messy, not to mention the smell of smelting is pungent. Even if I have been in Mengyang City for many years, I am still not used to it."

Gong Ziling's status is so noble, his feet should not set foot on the smelting field, even Zheng Xin, who manages Mengyang City for Huan Sima, rarely sets foot in the smelting field below Mengyang City

"Lead the way." Zhao Ling made a gesture of invitation.

When he went to Yunyue, he didn't come here to play at public expense, but to understand the real life of the local people.

How could Zheng Xin dare to disobey Gongziling's order, he continued to lead the way, stepped into the path, his figure was gradually engulfed in smoke.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Ling followed Zheng Xin to the direction of the smelting field. He coughed from time to time, and finally took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and covered his mouth and nose.

The shoes and the hem of the robe were stained with dust, and the fine dust in the smoke brought by the wind was blown up on the body and face. Zhao Ling had never been to such a place, and had never suffered such a crime.

When everyone arrived at the first smelting workshop on the bank of the stream, they were all ashamed. Zhao Ling and Wei Ping covered their mouths with handkerchiefs, and Zheng Xin covered their faces with their sleeves. Only the guards seemed unaffected, just frowning.

If you look carefully, you will find that the guard has a serious expression, holding the hilt of the sword, and is always vigilant about the surroundings. The smoke obstructs the line of sight, and there may be danger lurking in the invisible place.

No matter where they are, they must ensure that the son's spirit is safe.

The surrounding objects are all gray, no matter whether they are objects or people, such a bad environment makes it difficult to take every breath.

Zhao Ling saw dozens of prisoners, shirtless and dirty like clay figurines. They were either carrying mineral materials, or tending the fire, or outside the shed, smashing large pieces of mineral materials with stones in their hands. So that the ore can be refined by fire faster.

The temperature in the smelting workshop is very high. What winter brings people is not comfort, but sweltering heat. Sweat seeps out of the skin quickly, and the dust in the air immediately adheres to the skin.

In such a place, just staying is like suffering, not to mention doing heavy labor.

"Young Master just asked me how to govern these Yunyue people. It is really difficult to govern." Zheng Xin put down his sleeves and bowed to Zhao Ling as he spoke.

He continued: "In the past, this group of prisoners rebelled from time to time. Just after one group was dealt with, another group rose up to make trouble. The more vulgar and tough they are, the more difficult it is for the people to tame. Later, I thought of a way to pick the prisoners from Yunyue. Find a few people, give them the position of supervisor, and give them a salary. The supervisor of Yunyue manages the Yunyue people, and it is very effective, and the rebellion has disappeared since then."

Wei Ping said: "As long as the prisoner has the intention of treason, the supervisor will report it. It's not that the intention of treason no longer exists, but that those prisoners who are difficult to tame will be picked out and eliminated one by one."

Zheng Xinying said: "A man has a mouth like a sword has an edge. A villain's words can inspire thousands of people, but only the dead will never speak again. Once such a villain is discovered, his head must be hung on the city wall."

While the two were talking, Zhao Ling had already approached the workshop alone. Outside the workshop, there were four or five hunched figures, who were prisoners carrying mineral materials on their backs in big bamboo baskets.

They were bare-chested, barefoot, and covered in black dirt, with only a pair of eyes shining.

From these four or five people, Zhao Ling recognized that there was an immature (adult) child among them, who was short and thin, with a childish face.Take another step and walk to the side of the workshop, which is the place where mineral materials are processed, and there are also children and old people inside.

Surrounded by busy prisoners, Zhao Ling heard begging for mercy from a prisoner who was whipped by the supervisor, speaking in a harmonious way.

A large straw basket was lying on a recline, and the mineral materials in it were poured on the ground. The tired and paralyzed prisoner could no longer walk, so he lay on the road and begged for mercy from the overseer who was driving him away with a whip.

Zhao Ling said to the guard: "Tell him to stop."

Immediately, guards stepped forward to stop the supervisor and yelled loudly.

Zheng Xin hurried over, he thought something happened when he heard the sound, but he sighed softly when he saw that it was Gong Ziling who stopped the supervisor from whipping the prisoner.

I have long heard that Young Master Ling is kind-hearted by nature and hates people to suffer the most. He insists on entering the smelting field today, and I am afraid there will be other instructions in the future.

Passing through the first smelting workshop, the wind is getting stronger at this time, blowing away the smog covering the sky, and it also makes the field of view broaden, and the appearance of the river bank can be seen clearly.

Maybe when others arrive in Mengyang City for the first time, standing in front of the smelting workshops, they will exclaim in amazement, what a powerful country can have such a large-scale smelting workshop.

A steady stream of ore materials were fed into the smelting furnaces that continued day and night. They were melted and forged to cast spears and swords and bronze armor to arm soldiers and make the country have a strong army.

Zhaoling had no joy and passion in his heart. He asked Zheng Xin: "How many weapons can be produced in a day? Where is the warehouse for storing weapons?"

"My son, there are two warehouses in the smelting site, and there is one in front." Zheng Xin pointed to the front and led the way.

There is a big house on the north bank of Zixi, which is obviously a warehouse. There are garrisons in the house, and there are banners outside the door, and several soldiers guard the door.

Along the way, Zheng Xin and Zhaoling reported the situation of the smelting field, Zhaoling asked detailed questions, and he also explained everything in detail.

On the south bank of the Zixi River, Yue Qian unloaded the backpack and dumped the minerals in the backpack into the mineral processing plant. He sat down on the ground and paused for a while.

Then he got up, walked past the supervisor without fear, and dived to a water tank, lifted the lid of the tank, and took a gourd ladle to drink water.

There is a layer of charcoal ash floating in the clear water in the tank. Use a gourd ladle to shake it gently in the water to remove the charcoal ash and drink relatively clean water.

Pull off the rag covering the mouth and nose, and quickly drink the water. If you don't drink it in time, your mouth will be full of dust.

"Big tall one, I want to drink too."

A small hand pulled over the hem of the submersible, and at the same time a childish voice sounded.

Yue Qian looked down and saw a six or seven-year-old boy. The boy's face was also covered with a cloth, only a pair of black eyes were exposed.

Yue dived into the water tank to scoop up a ladle of clear water, and said softly, "A Bao, is your cough better?"

The boy pulled off the cloth covering his mouth, licked his chapped lips, and smiled: "Well! Now I don't cough anymore!"

Kneeling down, he submerged and handed the water ladle to the boy's lips. At the same time, he used his body to block the wind to prevent sand and dust from blowing into the drinking water.

After drinking the water, the throat was moistened. The boy stretched out his hand to touch his dusty face, and said with concern: "Big tall man, you were whipped for Uncle Zhang the day before yesterday. Does the injury still hurt?"

Yue Qian said, "It doesn't hurt."

As if remembering something, the boy looked behind him and said, "Go quickly, when Supervisor Chu comes over, he will whip someone again."

The supervisor Chu that the boy was talking about was just behind them, a man with a face full of flesh.

After saying this, the boy ran away from Yueqian. He was barefoot with no shackles on his feet.

Yue Qian shouted: "A Bao, cover your face!"

Hearing the sound, the boy immediately pulled up the cloth strip to cover his mouth and nose, very obedient.He was only a child, but he knew that if he didn't cover his mouth and nose, he would cough all the time. He used to cough so much that he couldn't sleep all night.

Supervisor Chu came to Yue Qian's side. He held a whip in his hand and tapped the other person's shoulder with the handle of the whip. He didn't speak, but just looked at him, urging him to work.

Putting on the backpack, leaving the workshop, and diving past the charcoal burning field, I saw the child Abao who had returned to the charcoal burning field and was picking up charcoal. He was working decently.

The smelting field is not full of young and strong men, there are also some old people and children, as long as they are individuals, they have to work in the smelting field.

"Big tall one!" Ah Bao raised his head and waved his hands towards Yue Qian.

There was a black charcoal burner next to Ah Bao, it was Peng Zhen, he just nodded his head when he saw Yue Qian.

When carrying heavy mineral materials on his back again, walking along the bank of the stream, Yuedi didn't bend over under the weight like other prisoners with baskets on their backs, and his back was straight.

The whip marks on his back were covered with dust, and were covered by the basket, so it was hard to see whether the whip wounds were light or heavy. Yue Qian walked steadily and slowly.

Inadvertently, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a large group of people in long robes appearing on the north shore, and with just one glance, he recognized a familiar figure among the twenty or so people.

Young Master Ling!

He has a slender figure, covering his mouth and nose with a silk scarf, turning his face sideways to look at the south bank of the Zixi River, his eyes sweeping over Yue Qian.

In front of and behind Yue Qian, there were countless prisoners with baskets on their shoulders. They were tall or short, and they were basically in the same attire. They wore shackles and bare feet. Only the waist was covered and a rag was tied on the face.

There was thick smoke rising from the charcoal burning site, Yue Qian could see Gong Ziling, but Gong Ziling couldn't recognize him.

Yue Qian stopped and stared at the people on the other side of the stream, feeling astonished.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Ling would come to Yunyue, and he was in Mengyang City at this moment, facing him across the Zixi River.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, how dare you believe it.

At this moment, Yue Qian also confirmed one thing in his mind: the phoenix bird he met in his dream last night was obviously transformed by Zhao Ling.

Ling, you shouldn't be here.

A few days later, there will be a big battle in Mengyang City. The flames of war will destroy this large smelting field, and the walls of Mengyang City will be burned hot in the fire.

Countless prisoners will loosen their shackles, hold up the weapons they snatched from the warehouse, and rise up to resist.

Yue Qian sneaked into Mengyang City as a prisoner, which meant that there was going to be a war here.

The curling smoke made Gong Ziling's figure hazy, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Just like that day, when Yue Qian was escorted onto the slave ship, he looked towards the pier and saw Gongzi Ling in the carriage, his face was still blurred at that time.

How many nights, the appearance of Gong Ziling clearly appeared before Yue Qian's eyes, his every frown and smile, his voice, and the temperature transmitted by his body.

This person is Yue Qian's weakness.

The choice made a year ago made Yueqian finally go on the road of becoming an enemy of Rongguo. When they met again, the two were already enemies.

Across a stream, Zhao Ling's eyes fell on the tall and thin prisoner again. This man was carrying a large basket containing mineral materials, and the heavy mineral materials were pressed on his shoulders.

The prisoner seemed to have stopped because he was too tired. The supervisor came over to chase him away, so he lowered his head and continued to move forward with strenuous steps.Can't see his appearance clearly in the smoke, Zhao Ling doesn't know why he cares, but he is just one of countless prisoners.

"A group of slackers who are used to being lazy, so hurry up and send the ore to the fifth workshop. If you delay the construction work, I will punish you and don't even think about living a good life!"

The supervisor brandished his whip and cursed all the way to drive away these prisoners who were doing heavy manual labor. He spoke Yunyue language in his mouth.A Yueman overseer raised his whip to bully his less fortunate clansmen.

How can there be any good days, already living a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs, where can I slip to!

Some of the prisoners gritted their teeth with hatred, while others endured silently. The more they knew that in the silence, it was the anger that had accumulated for many years. When the anger was ignited, it would swallow everything.

Zhaoling crossed a wooden bridge and came to the south of the stream. When he came to the south of the stream, Yueqian happened to be driven to the north of the stream by the supervisor, and the two did not meet.

There is a charcoal burning place in front of it, the smoke is getting thicker and thicker, so that people can hardly open their eyes, Wei Ping persuaded: "Young master, please go back, every workshop is similar, and we have walked five or six places along the way."

"Cough cough."

Zhaoling let out a cough, and looked at the source of the thick smoke—a large earthen stove burning charcoal. There were several prisoners working beside the earthen stove, including a short prisoner who was a young child.

Zhao Ling called out: "Zheng Xin."

The other party immediately came forward, respectfully waiting for orders.

Zhaoling asked: "How many underage children are there in the smelting field?"

Zheng Xin wiped his face, the smoke made him cry, and replied: "There are no statistics, maybe twenty or thirty."

Along the way, Zhaoling saw more than a dozen children, and there must be many who he didn't see.

Zhaoling put away the silk handkerchief, raised her head, and said in a loud voice: "The smelting field is so bad, we are all adults, and we can't bear it, let alone children. From now on, the underage prisoners will be sent to the weaving workshop, and the young ones will be sent to the weaving workshop. Those over 65 years old will be released."

He had expected that Gong Ziling would come down this circle and there would be instructions, Zheng Xin responded, "Yes!"

The weaving workshops are all female prisoners, the children are taken care of, and they do light work, and at least they don't have to suffer in the smelting field filled with poisonous smog.

"There shouldn't be prisoners. This is a bad government that must be abolished in the future. Most of these people have no crimes and should not be punished like this." Zhao Ling murmured to herself with her hands behind her back.He looked far to the west, and was blinded by the smog. He couldn't see the Zitong Mountain with purple flowers on it. There were more than [-] prisoners on the Zitong Mountain.

Wei Ping was silent, Zheng Xin was stunned.

Zhaoling said: "Go back."

He already knew everything about the situation in the smelting field, from Zheng Xin's narration and what he saw with his own eyes.

Gong Ziling was finally willing to leave the smelting field. Zheng Xin breathed a sigh of relief. After walking down this trip, he had a sore throat and tears in his eyes, making him very uncomfortable.

A group of people gathered around a very young Rongguo nobleman and left. After these people left, Peng Zhen, who was staying in the charcoal burning field, said, "That's weird, who is this person?"

This Rongguo aristocrat seemed to be of a weak age, and for some unknown reason, even Zheng Xin, the manager of Mengyang City, was as humble as a servant in front of him.

A Bao asked, "Uncle Peng, what did that high-ranking official in beautiful clothes say?"

Zhaoling speaks Rongyu, while Ah Bao can only understand Yunyue language.

Peng Zhen patted Ah Bao on the head, and replied, "Little baby, you have to go to the weaving workshop in the future."

"Ah? I don't want to go to the weaving workshop." Ah Bao was surprised. He had never been to the weaving workshop and didn't know the people there.

His father died, and he has no relatives around him, but he only knows a few uncles in the smelting field.

Peng Zhen smiled and said: "The weaving workshop is good. There is no poisonous smoke to harm people, and there are a group of gentle girls. Brat, if you don't want to go, I still want to go."

Alas, it's all Bona's fault. They have sneaked into Mengyang City as prisoners for half a month. When will they do it?

Being a prisoner is much more difficult than being a corvee, even Peng Zhen, who is a tough guy, feels that he will soon be unable to endure it.

At night, the prisoners were finally able to rest. They lay down in the wooden shed and fell asleep, snoring like thunder.

Leaving himself in a dream, he turned into a green snake and came to the ruins of the capital of Taiguo—Zitai. Zitai is very close to Mengyang City. When the sky is clear, you can see it when you stand on a high ground.

On the Purple Terrace in the dream, the full moon is like a cake. The green snake crawls on the ruins, runs over clusters of copper grass flowers, and climbs to the highest point of the Purple Terrace. He bathes in the moonlight and waits quietly.Waiting for a phoenix to arrive.

In the early hours of the morning, Yueqian woke up from his dream and saw Abao lying next to his lap. The little doll came to him at some point.

Gently hugging Ah Bao, Yue Qian put him beside him and put his arms around him.Yueqian has no children and is impatient with children, but Po is very good.

Tomorrow, the child will be taken to the weaving workshop because of the order given by Gong Ziling.

It's also good to go to the weaving workshop, you can have a relatively clean environment, and you can stay away from the rough factory supervisors.

Looking outside the door, it was a pitch-black night, and the smog made the night sky more and more dim, and I couldn't see a single star.

At the bottom of Mengyang City, he lay down and dived. He was lying on a dirty straw mat with the prisoners; at the top of Mengyang City, lay Gongzi Ling, who slept on a clean and soft bed. The wind was blowing the curtains of the bed, brushing gently over his sleeping face.

Yue Qian closed his eyes, and touched the jade goblet hanging around his neck with his fingers, as if he was stroking the owner of this warm jade, stroking his face.

The author has something to say: Yue Snake: Ah Ling.

Zhaoling: Who is allowed to call you, call me son.

Director: That should be called dear.

————————感谢在2021-08-22?22:10:06~2021-08-25?19:34:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Baiyu bitter gourd, 19084763? 2 pieces;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：空枝留月?30瓶；臭美公子7、糖醋鱼?20瓶；叶烛、独步看花、grave、卯月、追更度日、小叶圆荷?10瓶；迟迟?5瓶；摄氏度?3瓶；

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