"Aguber, you have always had a bad temper, but after leaving home, you have to hold back what you have to do and don't fight with others. The family can't help you, and everything depends on yourself."

"After going to Beijing, be careful, be careful, listen to your mother's words, and don't argue with others. With that husband here, no one will bully you. It is best to get the recognition of that husband, and don't be discouraged if you don't get it. Study hard and go to school, see the world, and see how big the world is."

"Aguber, this time you go to the Peach Blossom Stone, you must learn their firearms. Look at those Peach Blossom Stone people, wrestling or riding horses, they rely on weapons, and even the Khitans are afraid of them. Once you learn it, we will kill Balashaguon together and fight to Baghdad. Then you will become Bogda Khan, and I will become Aslan Khan."

With two long whimpers, Wu Ping woke up with the reminder of his parents and relatives.

The bed stopped shaking, and the train he was riding had stopped. The whistle that was still dragging the long tail sound was the culprit that woke him up.

Wu Ping's entourage walked into the carriage, "Aguber...wake up? We're here."

"I've called me Wu Ping, I've said it many times." Wu Ping sat up and said it in Chinese. His words were all right, but his accent sounded a bit awkward.

"Okay, Yaguber." The entourage understood Wu Ping's Chinese, but insisted on using his hometown dialect. Although his father was also a Chinese Han.

Wu Ping didn't say anything more. The door of this train from Jingzhao Mansion had been opened, and passengers arriving at the destination were leaving the carriage with their luggage.

He changed his hands and feet into neat clothes, which was one of the gifts he received in Jingzhao Mansion. After changing it, he looked like a rich Han boy. But his eyes were slightly deep and his nose was high. When he saw his appearance, few people regarded him as a pure Han family. His entourage had deep eyes and beards, and his entire appearance was full of Hu people. The two stood together and even finalized their identity.

"Brother Ping, are you okay?"

An old man with a vicissitudes of life appeared at the door of the box. His Qin opera, with a straight voice, looked exactly like a Han Chinese.

Behind him, a Beiting officer who could be said to be escorting all the way or escorting three people, looked anxious and beat the ground with a lash.

Wu Ping looked at the half-length mirror embedded in the wall of the box. When he moved in, he couldn't believe that when he was in his hometown, the mirrors as big as a palm, merchants walking in various races had to sell five horses and two camels. Those women were crazy and begging their husbands or fathers to buy them. Those who bought them would treasure them as treasures. But in this carriage where people were coming and going, they would hang up the half-person-high mirrors like this-handedly-handedly tidy up the unfamiliar clothes, "Uncle Lu, it's already done."

"Okay? Then let's go." The impatient officer from Beiting. He was carrying an escort task, but he himself also needed to report to the Third Class Hospital to make a new position for him.

Two mixed-race teenagers from the Xinfa District, an old man who had been wandering in a foreign land for many years, and a Beiting Military Academy, who was in a hurry to go to the Third Class Courtyard to change his death. Two soldiers from Beiting walked out of the carriage and walked onto the platform.

Walking onto the cement-paved platform, Wu Ping was immediately shocked to speak.

The twelve railway tracks at Tokyo Railway Station are lined up in parallel within the station, and there is a platform that is more than a hundred steps long between each two tracks. The piers on the platform support a long wooden bridge, spanning the twelve railway tracks, and the left and right long ladders extend from the bridge to the platform.

The group did not ride on a dedicated military train, and the docked platforms were not military platforms. On the platforms and on the overpasses spanning the twelve railway tracks and the twelve platforms, they looked crowded with people.

There are people in front of you.

People carrying loads, people carrying packages, people carrying cages, and people shaking hands with followers, rich, poor, men, women, old, few, crowded, and crowded.

Several people have visited Jingzhao Mansion and passed through Luoyang Henan Mansion. The inside of the stations of Jingzhao Mansion and Henan Mansion are roughly the same as those of Tokyo Station. They are all equipped with several railway tracks, platforms side by side, and two overpasses span.

When Wu Ping saw Jingzhaofu Station, he felt that this artificial building was simply magnificent, but the Tokyo Station, which was several times larger, shocked him several times more.

It was as huge as a station in a small town, with more people than the small town of two mixed-race boys.

‘So big. So many people.’

This is the first and second impression of the capital of the Song Dynasty.

Wu Ping lived in Tokyo and was soon arranged to join Fanxue with his friends, and then quickly made a group of new friends from all over the world.

In half a month, they visited places where they were famous inside and outside Tokyo under the guidance of their new friends, without spending too much money.

I went to the big library, saw the Wanxian transaction at Daxiangguo Temple, paid money to board a spaceship, overlooked the capital from a height of dozens of feet, and visited the foundation of the large bell tower under construction.

"It is said that it will be built to be as high as fifty feet." said one of his new friends. "As long as you look in the city, you can see what time it is."

"Will that clock not be sold?" Wu Ping asked curiously.

"I can't see it at night. I have to go out to see it. If you have money, it's better to keep it at home."

Wu Ping did not agree with this. He should not spend money indiscriminately. With a big clock that can tell the time, why do you need one or two small clocks? But he would not argue with his friends about such trivial matters.

He now wants to see his compatriots, even if there is no Hu person.

But in the capital, there were very few Hu people.

According to his friend, the court no longer accepted tribute from the Hu people since the first year of Yuanyou.

"Those Hu people were all unscrupulous merchants who came to cheat on the benefits. They forged the letter of the country, saying that they were black khans, big food, and Arab envoys came to pay tribute. They presented some valuable goods and began to ask the court for their return gifts."

The friend who spoke was full of righteous indignation and could not tell whether it was for the deceived court or the benefit of being taken away.

Wu Ping wanted to explain to the villagers that in Tokyo, even Hu people of other ethnic groups felt very close to each other as long as they saw similar characteristics, they were attracted to them and became a fellow villager. But he finally said nothing.

In a war more than ten years ago, Hei Han lost nearly 10,000 elite troops.

Two years ago, the Song army in Beiting launched a large-scale operation, with 20,000 Han soldiers and 80,000 tribes all attacked the Yili Valley. After two consecutive large-scale battles, all the elites in the Black Khanate were lost.

The entire Yili Valley was completely surrendered to China's iron hooves.

Including Wu Ping, he actually has another name that is commonly used in the clan, but when he came out, he immediately became a member of the Han family voluntarily.

However, he could only go to foreign studies in this way. He could only learn courses that had nothing to do with artifacts, firearms, and naturally. Both Buddhist and Taoist schools could learn, and Confucian classics could also learn, but among the various subjects, the courses of Mingju, Mingju, and medical science are not good.

When he first entered the Fan school, someone reminded him to be careful. If he was found to have hidden books on nature and tools, it would be over.

It's not even possible to get rid of school.

"There is no such cheap thing in the world." said the friend who told Wu Ping about this.

In name, Fanxue is under the jurisdiction of the Imperial College, and can only learn Buddhism and Taoism. All naturalized people will be arranged to study Fanxue in Daxiangguo Temple.

Wu Ping and his followers had no interest in such subjects, and even regarded them as desensive heretics. However, the firearm he wanted to learn was not taught anywhere.

In the end, he was forced to continue learning. Although he hated these heretic-like textbooks, he could only go to class every day, interact with friends every day, and hang out with boring days.

A month passed in a flash, and the leaves on the trees gradually faded away, and the chill had already enveloped the capital. More and more supplies were sent from the capital to Hebei and Hedong, and the bowstrings of the war became tighter and tighter. Wu Ping was also familiar with the Tokyo city, but only on the surface.

Tokyo City is prosperous, magnificent, magnificent, but also cold and has nothing to do with him.

The thoughts in his heart are reflected in his daily words and deeds, and Wu Ping's every move is rebellious.

"It seems that I don't need to see you."

After hearing the relevant report, Han Gang said with some regret.

He still remembered two brief contacts with Wu Kui, the capital of Guangrui Army. He was a strong and popular leader.

After he had cheated and fled, he first emerged in Xixia. After the demise of Xixia, he fled far away to the Western Regions, and once again opened up a world. His indomitable character and ability to start from scratch were hard for ordinary people to see.

However, he is now the leader of a tribe, with thousands of soldiers under his command, controlling the land within a radius of hundreds of miles.

This is also Wu Kui's limit.

An outsider lacks sufficient foundation in the local area and is difficult to gain support from people. Relying on the power obtained by his wife, he cannot become a big shot...

However, as a Han Chinese, Wu Kui was the local chief. When China's power had expanded to the West Sea Lake [Balkhash Lake] and included his territory within the territory, he could have been reused. However, the country knew his background and was unwilling to praise him too much. How could a rebel general and repetitive person reused him?

When it was rare to please both sides, Wu Kui first contacted Feng Congyi through SF Express. After several letters, he sent his eldest son back to the mainland.

Han Gang still retains some sympathy for Wu Kui's experience in the past, and at the same time, because of Wu Kui's dual identities as the Han people and the head of the local tribe, he is still willing to use him. As long as he let go of his rebellion, Wu Kui is actually China's best agent around the West Sea.

It’s a pity that Wu Kui’s son performed poorly.

The West Sea land west of the Western Regions cannot be changed in a short period of time. It is the most convenient way to support a ruler who is devoted to China. Wu Kui is very suitable, but his son is a mixed-race child who is not in line with the court, which is not conducive to future plans.

"The porch grows in the hemp, and it is straight without supporting it. The white sand is in the nirvana, and it is all black with it. What a pity."

Even Han people, if they stay in foreign countries for a long time, they will inevitably be assimilated. As for the mixed-race children who grew up in foreign races, it would be fine if they admire their father's country. If they completely stand on the side of their mother tribe and harm China's interests, they can only change their support targets.

Should I choose another one from Wu Kui's son, or choose another? Or, simply establish a new group to jointly develop the frontier, jointly operate the shares and share profits?

Han Gang cannot decide for the time being, and the opinions of civil officials and military officials of the Beiting Protectorate Office must be sought.

"Sir, Wu Ping let this go?"

Han Xuan, who was responsible for summarizing reports from all parties in Hangang's study, was worried about Wu Ping and always felt that there was no need to be too polite to his rebellious son, a traitor.

Han Gang stopped writing and thought for a while, "Remember how many new buildings have been built in the right second wing of the new city?"

Han Xuan nodded. He didn't care about these buildings, but he had visited them because of his reputation.

"Give him a set of separate rooms." Han Gang said.

"Why?" Han Hyun reacted quickly, "Do you want to raise him?"

Han Gang's attention was refocused on his desk and said casually: "I have lived in the capital for a long time, so I may not get used to it when I asked him to go back to the Western Regions."

"Habit?" Han Xuan immediately figured it out, "The small tribe next to the West Sea can have any good things. When he is used to living in the capital, he will let him go back to his country."

He laughed as he said, "Now I ask my son to live in those unrenovated houses, and my son is also unable to live in them."

The house recently installed a ceramic-fired toilet, which was made by the supervision after a while. For this reason, the sewer in the mansion was renovated. The newly built four-story brick buildings were equipped with the same bathroom equipment in advance. To be honest, no matter how advanced Han Xuan was, he was not willing to stay in the inn at the Beijing-based inn, and at the same time he was not used to it. A tribal leader who could not get used to tribal life, would not know how much trouble he would cause when he returned.

But is this enough?

Han Xuan always feels unhappy, he hopes to be behind the lights

Although my father definitely doesn't like this approach, and he will probably scold him after knowing it, wouldn't it be better if he doesn't let his father know.

After leaving the study courtyard, Han Xuan's companion followed him.

"In the Fan School in Daxiangguo Temple, there is a man named Wu Ping who comes from Beiting. You can find someone who can play, make friends with him, and take him to the Dongshuimen area for a walk."

Han Xuan said this and walked far.

My partner didn't dare to ask too much, so he went out after receiving the order and turned around and found a veteran in this field.

When the veteran heard this, he quickly refused, "Brother, don't blame me for not being in Hong Kong. I'll stop doing such a dead end business, and I'll drive someone instead."

"Is that so? Then there's nothing I can do." Fandai sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that great benefit..."
To be continued...