Ban Zou, who was helping Feng Yuheng take care of the injured, didn't like what he heard. He raised his eyes and replied casually, "Do you believe that I will go straight to your Qianzhou capital?"
The people of Bincheng were more sturdy than those of the Northern Territory, and their nature was such that a war in which tens of thousands of people died did not cause them much panic. Feng Yuheng had already noticed that when the army began to set up camp, some people had already walked out of their homes, curiously watching the scenes on the street.
The Dashun soldiers had received the order from Xuantianming Army to attack Qianzhou, and they were enemies of the army and the Feng family, but they were not allowed to hurt innocent people at will. Therefore, for these people who came out to watch the excitement, the soldiers not only did not hurt them, but also greeted them warmly.
In this comparison, the people of Qianzhou were even more barbaric and domineering than General Dashun. Occasionally, when someone passed by carrying the corpse of a large wild animal killed in the snow-capped mountains, they would shout at the soldiers to get out of the way.
At this time, people gathered around the City Lord's Mansion to watch the fun. They couldn't help but tell the truth, but it caused Banzou to revolt. They couldn't stand it anymore, and then a big man shouted loudly: "What are you arguing about? I'll see how proud you are of beating Bincheng. You've never won a battle in your life, right?"
The person who first said that Dashun could only attack two more cities raised his eyebrows and said, "You are so ignorant! You got frostbitten right after entering Bincheng, and you still expect to enter Kyoto? If you are not happy, go now if you have the guts! What the hell are you doing showing off in Bincheng, the southernmost city!"
Ban Zou was about to take action, but Feng Yuheng stopped him. She glared at him and pulled him behind her. She stepped forward and said to those people with a smile, "Thank you for your reminder, brothers. We were indeed not thoughtful enough about the cold weather in Qianzhou, which caused the soldiers to be frostbitten. My subordinates were careless in their words. If I have offended you, please don't take it to heart. I apologize to you."
She was a little girl, and the big men were embarrassed by her words. You can't find such soft-spoken and flexible women in Bincheng. The girls here are like men, they can shoulder and lift, and they will fight with men in the street if they are not satisfied with a word. That is fighting, not quarreling. The women here believe in fighting instead of quarreling, which is nothing compared to the beautiful girls in the Central Plains.
It was the first time for the men to see such a woman. She was prettier than Miss Qian Zhou and knew medicine. It was said that she was the princess of Qian Zhou. A girl of such status and appearance could speak to these rough guys in this way. Even if they were stronger than men, they would not be embarrassed to continue to be rude.
The person who spoke first scratched his head and said, "It's okay, it's nothing."
"Right!" another person also said, "No fight, no acquaintance! You both came to Bincheng, and that's how we got to know each other."
Feng Yuheng had heard that most people in the north were honest and straightforward, and now she saw that it was true. She smiled and nodded, thanked him again, and then asked, "I wonder how cold is Kyoto in Qianzhou?"
People from Qianzhou naturally knew about Qianzhou's affairs. One of the men rushed to speak, "Let me put it this way! Did you see this rabbit?" He raised the big fat rabbit in his hand a little to show Feng Yuheng, "I caught this rabbit in the snowy mountains north of the city. In Bincheng, you still have to catch this rabbit, but in Kyoto, you can just dig through the snow and pick up some that are frozen to death."
"Yes!" someone echoed, "I went there once when I was young and almost froze to death there. It's really uninhabitable, uninhabitable!"
Ban Zou was puzzled and forgot about the previous conflict and asked, "How did the Qianzhou royal family and the people of Kyoto survive? Aren't they afraid of the cold?"
The people laughed, and an old man said to him, "My dear, if your family had lived in that place for five generations, and your bloodline had been passed down from generation to generation, and you had lived there since the day you were born, you would be able to survive."
Feng Yuheng understood. This was a matter of habit. People who were not used to living in the cold zone naturally could not stand such a climate. However, after several generations, their bodies had naturally developed a cold-resistant constitution, which was what later generations often called genes. People in the depths of the Qianzhou region had better cold-resistant genes in their bodies, so they were naturally not afraid of such cold weather.
Another citizen said, "We wear cotton clothes here, but people in Kyoto and the surrounding cities all wear animal skins. They can hunt big wild animals with thick fur over there. The court holds hunting events every year. Special skinners skin the hunted wild animals, and then leather workers process them into clothing. When people wear such clothes, they are almost like wild animals. If wild animals can survive, they can survive too."
The people talked about many things in the Qianzhou period. Feng Yuheng still speculated that the weather in the Qianzhou area should be similar to the weather in the depths of Northern Europe in later generations, but the Qianzhou people and the Dashun people had the same language and the same family, which meant that the continental plate did not extend that far. In this case, the reason why there were two such severe climate differences in the same continent could only mean one thing: the Qianzhou area had experienced one or several severe crustal movements, which caused a vortex of cold air, disrupting all the original vitality and becoming what it is now.
She didn't speak for a long time, but Ban Zou was chatting with those people. At this time, someone among the people suddenly asked tentatively: "I heard that it doesn't snow in Dashun? Can you see the sun?"
As soon as the words came out, someone immediately followed up with, "I heard that your trees are green?"
People were puzzled. Green trees? They had never seen them. All the trees in Qianzhou were bare, without a single leaf, except for the pine trees. But in the past ten years, even the pine trees had lost their needles, and large areas were frozen to death. These people had never walked out of Beimenguan in their lives. To them, the world was just like this. It was all white, with no grass growing. But they also knew that Dashun was very good. Nothing grew in the fields of Qianzhou. The food they ate was transported from Dashun, and they had to exchange it for a lot of silver. Those who couldn't afford it could only rely on the men to go into the mountains to hunt. Many people died on the way to hunt, or were buried in the snow, or were eaten by wild animals.
Feng Yuheng saw the expectation in the eyes of the Qianzhou people. She thought about it and reached into her sleeve to take out a vegetable that she had put in the space for use outside. It was just an ordinary vegetable, but the green leaves still made these people dumbfounded.
People came forward to take a closer look, and some even wanted to reach out and touch it, but they pulled their hands back halfway and said self-deprecatingly: "This must be a very precious thing. We can't afford to pay for it if it is damaged."
Ban Zou laughed loudly, took the green vegetable from Feng Yuheng, and then broke it into pieces and distributed it to everyone, saying as he distributed it: "This is not a valuable thing. In Dashun, you can buy a large basket with a few coins to cook. Only people living in the city spend money to buy it. For those people in the countryside and mountains, once they go out, they will see this planted all over the ground. Just picking any of it is enough to eat for a year."
Ban Zou's words were not exaggerated at all, but to the people of Qianzhou, it sounded like he was showing off. People didn't believe it. Since Dashun had such good things, why did they attack Qianzhou? Some people questioned: "Dashun sells food to Qianzhou, but since they have such good and cheap vegetables, why don't they sell them to us? We can only eat meat every day, and we feel sick when we smell meat."
Ban Zou curled his lips, not knowing who was causing the hatred.
Feng Yuheng smiled bitterly and said, "I used a secret method to preserve this vegetable so that I could bring it here, but very little can be preserved. If we rely solely on manpower to transport a large amount of it here, I'm afraid that these vegetables will be frozen and spoiled before they arrive."
People looked at the leaves in their hands. Indeed, the roots were already frozen. They felt distressed and gathered together in one person's arms. They looked at Feng Yuheng pitifully and asked her, "Can you give it to us? We have never eaten anything like this in our lives."
Feng Yuheng nodded, "Okay, but it's too little. I'll try to transport more to Qianzhou in the future."
People were very happy, and the gloomy atmosphere of Bin City, which had just been captured, was swept away, and the joy quickly spread.
Feng Yuheng struck while the iron was hot and simply told them about the changes of the four seasons in Dashun, about the spring planting and autumn harvest, about the leaves changing from tender buds to patches of green shade, and then to the withered yellow in autumn, and the heavy snow in winter that was not as severe as Qian Zhou's but still beautiful.
Gradually, she succeeded in seeing people's yearning for Dashun. Some people even couldn't help but speak out their thoughts: "Can we go to Dashun to live? Since Dashun has already captured Bincheng, can we also be considered Dashun people? Can you take us out of Qianzhou and live in Dashun?"
The people of Bincheng were much more practical than those of the Northern Realm. They truly understood Xuan Tianming's reasoning. It didn't matter which country a piece of land belonged to or who ruled a country. What really mattered to the people was whether the ruler could give them a better life. They were attracted by the Four Seasons Dashun described by Feng Yuheng and wanted to follow her to Dashun. This was what people wanted.
Ban Zou had to admire his master's ability. Just a few words were more beneficial than thousands of troops.
Feng Yuheng promised the people: "When we take over the capital of Qianzhou, we will take you to Dashun. From now on, you don't need to risk hunting beasts, and you don't need to face the wind and snow all day long. In our Dashun, men farm and women weave. You can grow the food and vegetables you want to eat. Women can also wear beautiful clothes, row boats in the river in summer, and roll up their trouser legs to go fishing in the river. Don't worry, Dashun will give you a good life and treat you as real people."
Unable to contain themselves any longer, these people ran off cheering and began to spread this life-changing good news from door to door.
The crowd dispersed, but she saw a man standing there with his arms folded, his winter robe against the wind and snow, and the golden mask on his face still dazzling under the dim sunless sky. She smiled and walked forward, stretching her hands into his arms for warmth, but heard him say: "Having you in this life is enough."
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