Giant Ship Across the Song Dynasty: My Supplies Come from My Motherland

Chapter 144 Taking the Train to Find Wuzhu

Sitting on the high-speed train, traveling at 350 km/h, the scenery outside the window was fleeting. When they passed the river, Lin Zhou suddenly sat up and said, "This is where the academy is! My old man and I planted a lot of potatoes there."

The person accompanying him on the business trip was Director Zhao. After hearing Lin Zhou's words, he looked up at the outside, then continued to bury himself in his phone: "Have you noticed that you're becoming more and more like an ancient person?"

No, I've always been like this.

Director Zhao smiled and shook his head: "It's not about your way of speaking or your lifestyle, but rather—emotional dependence. In just over three months, the most frequently used words in your mouth have changed from 'that idiot' to 'old man,' 'Xiao'e,' and 'my silly wife.' This is actually an emotional inclination that you're not even aware of; you're currently more emotionally dependent on the other person."

"Is that so?"

Lin Zhou leaned back on the cushion, his brows slowly furrowing, then suddenly laughed: "It doesn't matter."

"You'd travel thousands of kilometers just to meet your girlfriend's expectations, but what if you didn't go? Nobody would blame you, right? After all, in those days, going there was a near-certain death sentence, and you couldn't even fly." Director Zhao handed Lin Zhou a piece of chewing gum. "That's why I said you're becoming more and more like an ancient person."

This time, Lin Zhou didn't refute, but just leaned there looking at the scenery outside. After a while, the train attendant brought lunch, which finally broke the silence.

"Old Zhao, tell me—how could they have killed Yue Fei so easily?"

"First, we need to understand one thing: the structure of power. I don't know much about history, but I do understand one thing: many people don't understand the underlying structure of power. Those at the bottom believe that power is given by those at the top, but who gives power to those at the top?"

"Too complicated—" Lin Zhou suddenly laughed, "I don't quite understand."

"To put it simply, what Yue Fei did didn't receive the support of most people—I mean most of those who controlled resources. His actions clashed violently with their interests, and this conflict directly led to—well, his failure." Director Zhao slightly raised his head, glanced out the window, and gently shook his head, saying, "Most of the history we read is from Yue Fei's perspective. If we look at it from another angle, what he did wasn't actually popular at the time."

"Huh? Resisting aggression is unpopular?"

Lin Zhou wanted to stand up and argue with Director Zhao right then and there, but then he remembered that Director Zhao was a philosophy graduate student, and he probably wouldn't win an argument—

"Yes, it was unpopular. We need to consider the context of the time when we talk about things. When the overall atmosphere was one of capitulationism, resistance was a huge problem. You see, first of all, we know that war is a waste of manpower and resources, right?"

"

"right----"

"So, people will die in the upcoming war, right?"

"right----"

"So what were the benefits of this battle for Zhao Gou? You have to understand that if it weren't for the Jin Dynasty, Zhao Gou wouldn't have become emperor. He might have had a fiefdom, but compared to the Southern Song Dynasty's territory, which was larger?"

"That must be half the country."

"If Zhao Gou hadn't had this mentality, could the capitulationist Qin Hui have risen to power?"

"cannot----"

"Then you see, Zhao Gou and Qin Hui became natural allies. As you said before, Zhao Gou represented the southern landlord class, while Qin Hui represented the merchant class. Neither landlords nor merchants liked war, right?"

"Eh—that's right."

"The two wealthiest classes both oppose war, so what is the basis for war?" Director Zhao raised his head: "You can't look at them with the perspective of our revolution after its victory. The essence of revolution is not to kill an emperor or overthrow a dynasty, but to completely overturn its original environment of growth. This is why Mr. Sun failed, because the overall environment of growth was not completely cleared away, and in the end, the big shots still stole the fruits."

"Oh—that old man has learned something; he really saw through the essence at a glance."

"You can question the ideas of someone who can produce a bunch of top scholars, but you can't question their intelligence. Besides, in a sense, Zhao Gou had more popular support than Yue Fei, because in everyone's eyes, Zhao Gou ensured they had food to eat, good or bad, at least enough to fill their stomachs, while Yue Fei became the one who left them without food. He had already lost in terms of public opinion." Director Zhao laughed: "So without logistical support from here, you really wouldn't stand a chance."

"Then you go."

"Hey, you know what, if I go, I might really make a name for myself."

"What a load of bull — I wouldn't have survived three days there if I hadn't acted like an idiot."

The two laughed and stopped talking about those heavy topics. Around the afternoon, they arrived in Zhangjiakou City and, guided by the local cultural and tourism department and museum, visited the site of the Jin-Mongol War.

"It was here that the world-famous Jin Wuzhu first fought against the Mongols. This battle indirectly led to Jin Wuzhu's death, and this hill is said to be Jin Wuzhu's former camp."

The local tour guide was giving a presentation to the "leaders" from the south when Lin Zhou, looking at the mountain in the distance that resembled a navel, said with a wry smile, "So this is where the commander's tent is located?"

"Yes, this is already the best view in this area. We don't have concrete evidence, but according to our archaeologists' analysis, it's highly likely to be this location."

"Got it!"

Lin Zhou stood on that small hill, and hey—I must say, the view was really good.

"Hey, how far is this from the capital?"

"Two hundred and twenty kilometers."

"Huh?" Lin Zhou's eyes widened. "So, Wanyan Zongbi—his campaign against the Mongols was actually only two hundred kilometers away?"

"Well, it's a 200-kilometer expedition."

This really overturned Lin Zhou's understanding. When he heard about the expedition to Mongolia, he imagined Jin Wuzhu leading nearly 100,000 men, huffing and puffing all the way from Harbin to Ulaanbaatar.

"I understand now." Lin Zhou put his hands on his hips and turned to look at Old Zhao: "Director Zhao, let's go, I'll treat everyone to a meal."

As he spoke, he unzipped his jacket, inadvertently revealing a pistol. The tour guide and interpreter's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly waved his hand, saying, "You two leaders, you're busy. We'll go home after get off work."

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"Aren't you going to eat together?"

"No, no—"

Watching the two tour guides drive away, Director Zhao glanced sideways at Lin Zhou and chuckled, "Heh heh—you little rascal."

"It's inconvenient with too many people." He changed into Song Dynasty clothes behind the tree, tidied his appearance, and held the token Hongliu had given him: "Old Zhao, wait for me here, okay?"

"Okay, I'm supposed to be responsible for your safety anyway."

"If I really get hacked to death over there, you won't be able to help me." Lin Zhou said as he prepared to travel through time.

"Have you brought all the medicine?"

"I brought it." Lin Zhou nodded. "Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?"

"Um—are you planning to help Song or Jin?"

Lin Zhou stopped his transmigration and thought seriously for a while: "I'll help them my ass. If they have the ability to rebel, I'll find a way to help them. If they don't rebel, they're still thinking about keeping vigil for his mother's ninth sister. When we can fly the 055 over here, I'll make them all fly."

Old Zhao was laughing so hard he could hardly contain himself, and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Go on, go on, be careful."

As his ability activated, Lin Zhou's dizziness subsided, and he found himself surrounded by layers upon layers of tents. The soldiers around him looked at him as if he were a ghost, and then the sound of footsteps from within the camp thundered in.

Lin Zhou was quickly surrounded, and he hurriedly took out Hong Liu's token: "No, no, no—we're on the same side!"

Looking at the wolf fang token belonging to the Wanyan family, a captain walked over, snatched the item from his hand, and then walked into the command tent with a livid face.

At this moment, Lin Zhou was being pointed at by at least fifty weapons of various kinds, surrounded by fierce-looking Jin soldiers. He was still wearing Han Chinese clothing, making the scene truly terrifying.

Fortunately, his worries didn't last long. Soon, the captain came out and said in broken Chinese, "General, he's calling for you."

"Coming right up!"

Lin Zhou sprang to his feet with a quick movement and followed the man to the outside of the command tent. He saw that the tent was indeed set up on that small hill; indeed, there were still true experts in this world.

According to the rules, during wartime, strangers from other races entering the commander's tent should take off their clothes and only be wrapped in a blanket, but Lin Zhou was obviously not treated that way.

Just as the guards outside were about to start undressing him, a golden voice came from inside, and the two guards stepped aside.

Upon entering the main tent, the old man in the wolf-coated jacket sitting on top was most likely Wanyan Zongbi. He looked very haggard, with his upper body bare and his shoulders wrapped in bandages, his shoulders bleeding profusely.

But he was still drinking, displaying a tough-guy demeanor.

When he saw Lin Zhou come in, he picked up the wolf tooth pendant and asked, "Why is Hong Liu's tooth in your hands?"

"Wow—Grandpa, your Mandarin accent is pretty accurate."

Wanyan Zongbi frowned, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. Lin Zhou said, "Oh, it's like this—I am Hongliu's fiancé, the top scholar in the southern region this year."

"Hongliu's fiancé?" Wanyan Zongbi squinted at him. "Ha, weak."

"Don't do that—Hongliu doesn't like big, burly people." Lin Zhou squatted down, turned his backpack inside out, and took out various medicines and cakes that Hongliu had specially made for Wanyan Zongbi.

"This is medicine, and this is a pancake that Hongliu made for you. She said you'd know as soon as you taste it."

Wanyan Zongbi's eyes darted around, and he beckoned to the cake. The guard next to him immediately took the cake, and without caring whether it was poisoned or not, he took a big bite and then spat it all out to the side: "It's her."

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