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Zhang the Elder is already quite old, with many wrinkles on his face, appearing somewhat emaciated, and his hair has turned white, topped with a black hat. However, his health is still decent, as evidenced by the loudness of his voice. He seems a bit flustered; after all, these are national military and political issues—how could an ordinary person like him dare to discuss state affairs?
"Everyone, please calm down! I, Zhang the Elder, have always refrained from discussing past matters; how could I rashly comment on military affairs? Those are important issues!"
The man in the red robe, seeing that he was unwilling to speak, immediately became angry, kicking over a nearby stool and storming forward.
"On the surface, the Song Dynasty appears strong, but in reality, the army is very weak. In the past, they were chased by the Liao People, and now they are being pursued by the Jurchens. What does that have to do with our glorious history? They are just a bunch of pathetic figures."
"I know that Zhang the Elder came from the north; you must have experienced War. Hurry up and tell us how those soldiers arrogantly invaded our women and land! We may be Scholars, but we also have a patriotic heart."
Zhang the Elder narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of fierceness mixed with disdain. Despite the tall stature of the man in the red robe, he remained unfazed.
The man in the White Robe also appeared very agitated; his country and beautiful women were being occupied by barbarians while he listened to trivial matters—what use was that? He wanted to know about the northern War.
"Zhang the Elder, you must know something. I asked you before; you came from a war-torn area. If you don’t speak up now, I won’t pay you today."
"Brothers, this Zhang the Elder keeps telling useless stories. We shouldn't come here anymore; we’re tired of hearing them. It would be better to buy a cup of tea and enjoy it separately! We've already eaten; it's time to go home and sleep."
His interruption made some people decide not to pay him anymore; after all, they had heard enough and turned to leave.
However, most people did not leave; they knew this old man had some knowledge and wanted him to continue speaking. Otherwise, they really wouldn’t pay him today since the money was in their hands—what could this old man do about it?
At this moment, Qin Feng's table was already filled with several delicious dishes! There was braised fish, braised goose, steamed chicken, and some tasty vegetarian dishes.
Not only did they look very appealing, but their colors were also striking and exuded delicious aromas that were simply irresistible.
Seeing some commotion over there—some people wanted to leave while others continued debating and wanting to hear about recent Wars.
Qin Feng was truly starving; he hadn't had a proper meal in days. He directly picked up a large piece of braised goose and took big bites out of it—the taste was indeed very good, causing saliva to drip onto the table.
Expensive items tend to taste better than cheaper ones.
Although Qin Fu was also somewhat hungry, he wasn’t as messy as his master; he used chopsticks to pick up pieces of potato and put them into his mouth.
The Wenxiang Tower used only top-quality ingredients, so it was quite expensive; however, the taste was truly exceptional.
Zhang the Elder looked helplessly at these people—truly unaware of their blessings! Tokyo is indeed the most prosperous and peaceful place; otherwise, he wouldn't have escaped here.
Listening to discussions about War would only bring more pain since they couldn't fight against those northern barbarians.
The Jurchens were truly brutal; they not only plundered food but also slaughtered men—even boys as young as a few years old were not spared. As for young women, they would be subjected to violence before being taken back to their homeland.
They continued to indulge themselves, treating them as playthings or even mere Servants. Such situations were truly painful.
Yet these Scholars insisted on hearing such things! They had concerns but felt powerless to act.
Seeing some people leaving while others continued debating about wanting to hear about recent Wars, if they didn’t get an answer soon, they really wouldn’t pay him.
"I actually don’t know much either. I’ll share what I do know with you all; you must pay me for it. The money from yesterday was taken by officials as management fees for this month."
Those people became excited one by one as if they were about to hear something very important, cheering loudly.
"Zhang the Elder, hurry up! We want to hear about the frontlines of the War. Each person will not pay less than one coin; if it’s good news, we’ll give each of you an extra coin."
One by one, they pulled out coins from their pockets; some even took out small pieces of Silver and tossed them into a wooden basin beside his table that looked quite worn out.
Soon enough, the bottom of that wooden basin was filled up quickly with coins being thrown in continuously—there were at least several hundred coins.
Zhang the Elder could only let out two sighs of relief as he looked at these Scholars. In fact, their patriotic feelings were quite strong; it’s just that they were unarmed and unable to resist enemies.
"Half a month ago, the Jurchens set off from the Yan Yun Sixteen Prefectures, raiding surrounding cities. The Jurchen cavalry is not easy to deal with—they grew up on horseback; riding is almost like walking for them."
Most soldiers dared not fight them head-on and obediently abandoned their cities for fast horses to escape.
A small number of generals led those remaining soldiers into battle against them but were no match for them. In less than half an hour,
the ground was littered with corpses of Song Army soldiers. The speed of those cavalry was astonishing; each wielded broad swords as if killing dogs was nothing.
Despite those Song Army generals bravely resisting and killing some Jurchen cavalrymen, more cavalry surrounded them leading to their tragic deaths.
Each soldier bore multiple wounds from swords; having fought with all their might yet still surrounded by more Jurchens—they lay forever on that land.
Their blood even stained the ground red like streams of crimson water—how tragic and brutal!
He spoke passionately as if his own relatives had died in battle! Tears streamed from his rough eyes as he hurriedly wiped them away! But he couldn’t stop wiping away tears.
These people were very curious; having stayed in Tokyo City, they didn’t know what kind of War had occurred at the borders. They listened intently trying hard to understand these matters.
Anger appeared on their faces—those Jurchens were truly despicable! It’s also infuriating that those damned deserters fled instead of fighting alongside brave warriors who died fighting!
Qin Feng was incredibly hungry; he had already devoured most of that entire braised goose and felt less hungry now—the taste was indeed delightful as he swallowed down saliva.
Now holding a huge goose leg in his hand while chewing on it—it tasted good with plenty of meat—as he listened intently to Zhang the Elder, who spoke passionately.
The Jurchens had appeared but weren’t attacking the Song State like the Liao People. Instead, it was actually the Jurchens! Could it be that the Liao had been destroyed by the Jin Kingdom! How powerful must that Jin Kingdom be?
Isn’t this supposed to be near the end of the Northern Song! How much longer until its downfall?
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