Ever since Zhang Qiao brought the Han army here, he has been constantly promoting the benefits of the Han Dynasty.
For example, the people of the Han Dynasty today all have land to cultivate, food to eat, and clothes to wear, and their lives are filled with boundless joy.
Although there is a great deal of exaggeration involved, it is undoubtedly a huge attraction for these Qiang herders. In their eyes, the Han Dynasty is like a fairyland.
Moreover, Zhang Qiao not only gave them some food and salt, but also executed the chieftains who had been oppressing them and distributed the wealth that originally belonged to them to them.
They also spread the word that this was because the emperor had received instructions from heaven that the Qiang people were living in dire straits, so he specially sent the Han army to help them.
In an instant, the sacred image of the Han emperor was deeply imprinted in the minds of these Qiang herdsmen. In their eyes, the Han emperor had become a god who saved people from suffering and was compassionate and merciful.
Meanwhile, when everyone retrieved their own cattle, sheep, and belongings, looking at things they had never possessed in their entire lives, they finally woke up after Zhang Qiao's continuous propaganda.
A voice kept echoing in their minds: These are the cattle and sheep we raised with great care, the money we earned from working from dawn till dusk, and the wages we fought to the death for.
These all belong to us, they are all rightfully ours, why should they be ruthlessly taken away by those wealthy people?
If the people and soldiers of the Han Dynasty could live better lives through their own efforts and fighting, why can't we? We are human beings too!
We also need to live, and live better, and the people who prevent us from living and living better are those powerful people who are pressing down on us.
Now that the Han army has arrived and helped us, what should we do, and how should we repay them?
Everyone felt the same thought: Join the Han army, defeat the greedy tyrants, and help our compatriots reclaim what belongs to them.
Looking at these Qiang herdsmen before him, Yang Feng was filled with emotion.
Yang Feng sighed softly and looked at the old man, "The old man is right! Blame those wealthy people for being too greedy, which has made your lives so difficult!"
The old man smiled, then said with tears streaming down his face, "It won't happen again. Your Han army has come, and someone is standing up for us. They won't dare to bully us anymore!"
"Yes! With the Han army, things will only get better for us!"
"That's right, the Han army is our family!"
"When I grow up, I want to join the Han army and help others!"
The surrounding Qiang herders also chimed in, their expressions and words filled with gratitude and affection.
The old man's words to the surrounding Qiang people sent a chill down the spines of Yang Feng and the Han soldiers present.
A heavy sense of responsibility immediately weighed on their hearts. Although they were not subjects of the Han Dynasty at present, they would be sooner or later. They had the responsibility and obligation to help them get rid of their suffering. Only in this way could they live up to the support and affection of these lovely people.
Yang Feng couldn't help but smile, turning around to look at the little boy who had just shouted that he wanted to join the Han army when he grew up.
Yang Feng reached out and patted the little boy's head, laughing, "Did you just say you wanted to join the Han army when you grew up?"
The little boy nodded. "It's me!"
Yang Feng then asked, "Joining the Han army means fighting, and you will die in battle. Aren't you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
The little boy stood tall and looked at Yang Feng with wide eyes. His voice was childish but firm, and his clear eyes made Yang Feng's heart tremble.
"Good lad, you've got ambition!"
Yang Feng's eyes were full of admiration for the little boy.
Then Yang Feng looked down at the little boy and asked, "What's your name?"
Upon hearing Yang Feng's question, the little boy turned to look at his mother, then shook his head sadly, "We used to be lowly people, we didn't have names!"
Seeing the little boy's disappointed look, Yang Feng said in a deep voice, "That was true before, but we weren't here then. Now that we're here, you're not anymore, understand?"
"knew!!"
Upon hearing Yang Feng's words, the little boy nodded vigorously.
"Since you don't have a name, how about I give you one?"
"Great! Great!"
The little boy nodded excitedly.
Then Yang Feng pondered in his heart, and after a short while, his eyes lit up as he looked at the little boy, as if he had thought of a good name.
Yang Feng looked at the little boy and said, "You will join the Han army in the future and bring light and warmth to those who suffer. Light is what dispels darkness, and fire is what spreads light!"
"How about we name him Yang Yan?"
"Yang Yan..."
The little boy murmured those two words softly, and remembering Yang Feng's words, a glint of light appeared in his eyes. "Okay! From today onwards, my name will be Yang Yan!"
"Thank you, General, for bestowing a name upon my son!"
Yang Yan's mother also stepped forward with a happy expression to thank Yang Feng. In her eyes, her son now had a name and was a complete person.
The other Qiang herders around them looked at the mother and son with envy.
"Please, General, bestow names upon us!"
A crowd quickly gathered around, hoping Yang Feng could also give them a name. Even the old man stared intently at Yang Feng.
Seeing the crowd gathering around him, Yang Feng's face immediately turned bitter. He didn't have that much brain capacity. He had only shown off because he had overheard Duan Jiong's words earlier.
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