"Attack Song?" Zhang Rou was a little surprised and looked at Changsun Hong. Even the cup in her hand was tilted unconsciously: "The Ghost King wants to make Song Ting rebellion?"

His tone was a bit hot, as if the word rebellion gave him some different enthusiasm.

"I am a native of Dali. Although I became an official in the Song Dynasty, I was not a person in the Song Dynasty. It would be inappropriate to put the word rebellion on me." Changsun Hong smiled and said, "If you have to set your personality for this matter, it is more appropriate to use knocking."

"Bang?" Zhang Rou touched her chin and blinked: "..."

Changsun Hong patted the railing and said, "Only by knocking and hitting, Song Ting will understand that Changsun Hong is not Yue Wumu. Of course, he will not be like Yue Wumu, and he will be honest and let the mercy of the mercy of me. He thinks I am a mud ball, but I want him to know that I am an iron gall!"

"The Ghost King is mighty!" Zhang Rou became inexplicably excited and slapped the railings vigorously: "I have long disliked the Song people in the south. They are not very capable. Over the years, they have sent some envoys to come here to get some small favors. They want to accept us, the Han people in the north, but they don't trust us. They always want to treat us as gun envoys, and I have long wanted to hit them!"

Changsun Hong looked at him, smiling without saying a word.

Zhang Rou's face was red and a little excited. She noticed something and immediately said, "I'm not talking about you, Ghost King... I'm just talking about the Song Dynasty. Meng Gong originally had a strong army and strong army. I dare not provoke you. If it weren't for the Mongols, I wouldn't have passed it easily. Now it's different. Jia Sidao was in Xiangfan when he was appointed as the commander of Jinghu, and there was no soldier left in the north. If the Ghost King had not been restrained in Hanzhong, I would have forced him over last year. Since the Ghost King now has this intention, Zhang would certainly be the front pawn!"

The generous thing he said was that the little girl in his heart could tell at first.

Ten thousand households in the Han area have always been severely exploited by the tax collection of Shilu Hui, founded by Yelu Chucai. When the money and grain were collected, 80% of them were transported to Helin. The amount left to Zhang Rou and others was only a little bit of slag, and the cost was very difficult.

Now Yelu Chucai is dead, Mongolia is in an internal strife, and the Mongols in the Han area are running away. Zhang Rou is pressing down on her body and is relaxed all over. However, restoring the people's strength is not enough overnight. If you want to get rich in a short time and go out to plunder, it is the easiest way.

Changsun Hong shook his head slightly, looked at him and asked, "General Zhang, do you want your territory to be rich and rich, or do you want it to be dilapidated and devastated?"

Zhang Rou was stunned and answered instinctively: "Of course, it's because there are more people and more money."

"That's right. The so-called knocking is not about robbing people, robbing food, killing people, setting fires. That is not my purpose. It's a thousand miles away. What's the benefit of getting?" Changsun Hong said: "Like the Mongols, they are barbaric and unrighteous. If you rob them, you will lose the people's hearts. Who dares to follow us in the future?"

"Uh?" Zhang Rou didn't turn around: "The Ghost King means..."

"The so-called knocking is to knock the mountain and shake the tiger, which makes the Song Dynasty afraid of rats." Changsun Hong said: "Henan is located in the Central Plains, controls Shanxi and Hebei, and has a foothold here. With Shi Tianze's Hebei, I can fight with Zha'er, Hao Monk, Di Shun, Yan Shi and others who occupy Zhending, Daming, Dongping and other places further north. Hanzhong and Guanzhong, the two rivers are connected into a line, bringing the entire Yellow River Basin into their hands. At this critical moment, I cannot allow the Song Dynasty to think about dragging their legs in the south, so knocking is to hurt the Song court and let them understand that I, Changsun Hong, can be like the Mongols at any time."

He flipped his palms: "The turn of hands is for the clouds and the rain is forcing him to sit down!"

"So, General Zhang, the army is powerful but not fighting. Even if the city is drawn without hurting the people, you will be the best soldiers. Do you understand?"

Zhang Rou opened her mouth, nodded, then shook her head again, stunned for a while, and nodded vigorously again.

"I understand! Ghost King, you want to the north, not to attack the south!" Zhang Rou suddenly realized as if she had received a shocked answer: "You didn't take the Song Dynasty seriously at all, and you didn't want to smash it, but you wanted to keep it for the future..."

Zhang Rou didn't continue to say anything. He felt that Changsun Hong, who was calm in front of him, had much ambitions higher than himself.

This is a big game of chess.

"After you are ready, you can send troops to oppress Xiangfan. The prefectures and counties along the way will not be disturbed. The main goal is the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty. They can eat as much as they can. They should make them feel pain, fear, dare not fight in the field, and even dare not go out of the city. That will achieve my goal."

Changsun Hong said slowly, his tone tempting: "As compensation, I will not take any money from Henan taxes this year, and I will give you all."

"Since this?" Zhang Rou was overjoyed and rubbed her hands repeatedly. However, after thinking about it, she smiled and said, "No need, no, how can this work? Although the military posture is expensive, I can just keep half of it. Since I followed the Ghost King, how could I monopolize so much money and food in the third roads of Henan? The Ghost King was joking."

Changsun Hong looked at him deeply, grinning at the corner of his mouth, not saying good or bad. He turned his head and looked far away from the Bianjing city downstairs to the distance connecting the roof.

When Zhang Rou was thinking about whether Changsun Hong's expression was agreed or disagree, she heard him speak again.

"General Zhang, the Song Dynasty was established for nearly three hundred years. He has inherited from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. He started from the chaos of war and was magnificent and neutral in the chaotic times. It was precisely because of the Song Dynasty that the century-long chaos after the Sui and Tang Dynasties ended. Only then did our Han people have the possibility of settle down and the Song Dynasty made contributions."

"You may not know that my parents died at the hands of the Song Dynasty bureaucrats. I and the Song Dynasty have an irreconcilable grudge."

"I escaped into Shimenfan, joined the barbarians, and survived in a poisonous miasma. All kinds of sufferings are hard to describe by ordinary people. The hatred in it is hard to eliminate!"

These words were so shocking that Zhang Rou was also a person from the grassroots and couldn't help but feel the same. Only then did he realize the past of Changsun Hong and ask, "Since that's the case, why didn't the Ghost King attack the Song Dynasty first and let out a sigh of anger?"

"Because now is not the time." Changsun Hong took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "The Song Dynasty cannot fall, but it will be in chaos in the Central Plains. If you want to unify it, it will be difficult. At that time, the warlords will fight in chaos and the Mongols will be eyeing each other. Once they recover from the internal strife, how can they fight? That is, the disaster of the Han people is inevitable."

Zhang Rou was confused and said in her heart: What do you want to say so much?

As if he had seen Zhang Rou's heart and knew what he was thinking, Changsun Hong asked and answered: "I did so many things and died so many people just for one thing, to unify the north and set up a wall for the Song Dynasty in the north so that the northern barbarians could not go south, and to build a fence for the Han people in the south to shelter the wind and rain!"

Zhang Rou looked at him incredibly, stuttering, and asked in surprise: "But... Ghost King, what are the benefits of doing this? The Song Dynasty was eating delicious food and drinking spicy food in the south, but you were facing the wind and rain. This... this is too..."

Changsun Hong turned around and smiled, "General Zhang, the north is mine, and the south is... do you think it will be difficult?"

Zhang Rou's eyes lit up, and she suddenly realized her mind and shouted: "The Ghost King is indeed thoughtful, Jiangnan Jingxiu will sooner or later fall into the hands of the Ghost King!"
Chapter completed!