Master Yuan, start!

But there is no such problem on the river. As soon as the temperature drops, the river surface will freeze, and a natural flat "high-speed ice road" will be formed.

When Yuan Xiangcheng arrived at Fenghuang Railway Station, there were thousands of dogs in the carriage behind him to transport supplies.

The reason why he allowed Feng Guozhang to travel light and march quickly to attack Liaoyang was because the supplies could keep up.

Thousands of dogs pulled hundreds of sleds from the Liaodong hills along the Xihe and Taizihe ice roads directly to Liaoyang.

Even if we have to take the dog's physical strength into consideration, the maximum daily distance is only 50 kilometers, which is still much faster than a horse-drawn truck.

"Liaodong has a dense network of rivers and a flat terrain," Yuan Xiangcheng said, gesturing to the vast Liaodong Plain. "If dog sleds can be widely promoted, winter travel will be greatly expanded. Horse hooves risk slipping on ice and snow, but dog paws won't."

Yuan Xiangcheng looked at the dogs with the same fur color in front of him and said, "Dogs have a much stronger breeding capacity than horses. It's common for them to have three or five puppies in a litter, and they can give birth multiple times a year.

On the other hand, horses usually give birth once a year, and at most one child at a time."

Yiktang'a naturally agreed with Yuan Xiangcheng's opinion, and said that after returning to Hunchun, he would also try to use dogs to transport supplies over short distances.

However, Yuan Xiangcheng knew that the dog sled could only be a transitional product.

Once railways are built throughout the Northeast, dog sledding, which is only suitable for short-distance travel in winter, will eventually be eliminated by the times.

After all, the restrictions are too great.

Short-distance transportation at any cost is fine, but if you frequently make a dog run such long distances, its life span will be greatly shortened.

Fortunately, North Koreans like to eat dog meat, and dogs that exercise regularly will have a better texture when eaten.

As the group was walking and talking, it suddenly started snowing heavily and the cold wind became increasingly biting.

Seeing Yuan Xiangcheng rubbing his hands from time to time, Yiktang'a pointed towards the shore and said, "Master Yuan, there is a house over there. Shall we go in and warm ourselves up?"

Looking in the direction of Yiktang'a's finger, I saw a large house made of blue bricks and a red brick house next to it. It was obvious that they were not built in the same era.

"Is anyone there?" Ming Ye walked forward and knocked on the wooden door of the big house, but no one responded.

Ming Ye did not give up. He knocked the door so loudly that it shook the whole sky. Who would have thought that it would knock out the people in the small house next door.

The person who came out was an ugly, thin middle-aged man dressed like a scholar, accompanied by a little boy, who was not sure whether he was his grandson or son.

"Do you have the key to this house?" Ming Ye asked, pointing to the big house next to him.

However, the frail middle-aged man did not reply. After seeing Yuan Xiangcheng and his group, he took a quick look and asked, "Manchus? Han Chinese?"

"There are both Manchus and Han people." Ming Ye could only reply.

The frail middle-aged man saw the grease stains on the corners of the men's mouths and said with some disgust, "They all look like officials appointed by the imperial court."

Seeing that he had been ignoring him, Ming Ye became a little impatient: "What official or not? If you have the key, open the door and let us in to avoid the snow!"

Hearing this, the thin middle-aged man unexpectedly said: "No entry!"

"Why don't you let me in? If you are afraid that the house will be dirty, I will compensate you with money!" Seeing that the man did not give him the key, Ming Ye stretched out his leg and kicked the wooden door.

"Only civilians are allowed to enter, officials are not allowed to enter!" The thin middle-aged man suddenly yelled and blocked Mingye, scaring the little boy into bursting into tears.

But with his physique, he was no match for Ming Ye.

After kicking it a few times, the latch broke and the door opened.

Ming Ye held the door open, and Yuan Xiangcheng and his group entered one after another in the increasingly heavy snowstorm.

However, the room was not as empty as I had imagined. When I got closer, I found a huge stone tablet about ten feet in size standing on the left side of the room.

There was a cross wooden stake standing on the right, with what was obviously a suit of armor hanging on it.

When I walked in to take a look, I found that the stone tablet was inscribed with "The Monument of Emperor Li Shendao of Chaoyang Phoenix!"

Under the dim sunlight, Yuan Xiangcheng realized that this house was actually a place for sacrifices, but due to the ravages of time, only a lonely stone tablet remained.

"The Phoenix of the Morning Sun, Righteous Emperor Li?"

What is being referred to here should be the Chaoyang area in western Liaoning, and Fenghuang refers to Fenghuang Mountain. Chaoyang Fenghuang Mountain can be said to be a rare 4A-level scenic spot in the mountainous area of ​​western Liaoning in later generations. Yuan Shikai once traveled there.

But who is this Emperor Yi?

Yuan Xiangcheng had only heard that King Huai of Chu was once hailed as the Righteous King, but that happened in the Central Plains more than two thousand years ago, and it was impossible for someone to erect a monument in the Northeast.

What's more, that one was Emperor Yi Chu, and the monument in front of us is Emperor Yi Li.

Yuan Xiangcheng thought carefully in his mind, Chaoyang, Fenghuang, Feng, Li,

Got it, it’s Li Fengkui!

Only Li Fengkui, who rebelled in the Northeast and proclaimed himself emperor during the Xianfeng period, can match the name.

Li Fengkui was born in Chaoyang County in Northeast China. His family was poor. He worked as a long-term worker for a landlord since he was a child, and later became a gold digger.

But he is a generous person who hates evil, is chivalrous and loves to stand up for the weak, and is very popular among his fellow gold miners.

He was able to stand up for gold diggers and landless farmers against the government, and he also robbed the rich to help the poor, and he enjoyed considerable prestige among the local poor.

Later, in order to save his good friend who was imprisoned by the Qing government, Li Fengkui rebelled against the Qing Dynasty and gathered several anti-Qing armed forces in the Northeast. After capturing Chaoyang City, he was elected emperor by a group of workers and poor people on Fenghuang Mountain in the east of the city.

After Li Fengkui captured Chaoyang, he continued to advance westward and captured important cities such as Jianchang and Chifeng in northern Zhili.

The troops were aimed directly at Emperor Xianfeng, who was driven to Chengde by the British and French forces at that time.

Seeing that the civil unrest in Northeast China was intensifying, Emperor Xianfeng mobilized thousands of troops from the Eight Banners and Mongolian princes from Shengjing, Jilin, Heilongjiang and other places to suppress it.

He also sent Senggelinqin to supervise the battle, and eventually suppressed the vigorous Li Fengkui uprising.

However, even so, the Northeast peasants Wang Qi and Ma Zhenlong later revolted many times under the name of Li Fengkui and captured cities and territories in Jilin.

甚至一度差点9搞定了整4个吉林8，逼得当时2的清四廷接连革职了吉林叁将军和盛京0将军。

It can be said that Li Fengkui is an indispensable figure in the peasant uprisings in Northeast China throughout the late Qing Dynasty.

How could Li Fengkui, whose hands were stained with the blood of the Eight Banners, have a stone tablet erected in the Northeast?

Moreover, seeing the traces of tributes in front of the stele, it must have been commemorated by people on ordinary days.

Yuan Xiangcheng glanced around and stared at the thin scholar in front of him.

There was a gleam in the corners of his eyes as he stared at the burly Yuan Shikai. He took a step to the right side of the house and pulled out a big knife from the Qing army armor on the wooden rack.

Seeing this, the guards nearby rushed forward and protected Yuan Xiangcheng behind them.

I saw this thin scholar holding the knife in both hands, swinging it left and right with great vigor. However, after a few chops, he was obviously out of breath and unable to continue.

Yuan Xiangcheng and the other frail scholars were exhausted after waving their weapons. They pushed aside the guards and stepped forward to ask, "This... sir, I wonder who you and Li Fengkui are?"

"Hey!" The thin scholar shouted loudly, then struggled to lift the sword with both hands and placed it on his arm.

"The Righteous Emperor's Phoenix Sword is here. Slay the gods above and the corrupt officials below!"

Chapter 132: Close or not, class division

The words of the thin scholar holding a big knife immediately shocked the group of people in the room.

It hadn't been figured out yet that there was a stone tablet in the house commemorating the "anti-Qing traitors," and he actually pulled out a knife to threaten everyone.

You have to know that we are still under the rule of the Qing Dynasty. No matter how many anti-Qing things Yuan Shikai has planned in secret, he is still an official of the Qing court in public.

What's more, standing next to Yuan Xiangcheng was a genuine Manchu Eight Banners member, Yiktang'a.

The child who had just been crying beside the scholar knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and explained as he kowtowed, "Grandpa was talking nonsense, please forgive me. Grandpa was confused, please forgive me."

Yuan Xiangcheng took a closer look at the sword in the thin scholar's hand, only to find that it was not the Yidi Emperor's sword at all. It was clearly written on it that it was a treasure bestowed by Sauron.

Before Yuan Xiangcheng could speak, Yiktang'a seemed to have figured things out: "Sir Yuan, this man seems to be a bit hysterical, and the armor he wears is clearly Sauron armor."

"Is he ill?" Yuan Xiangcheng then realized that the thin scholar's eyes were wandering and his steps were unsteady, and he indeed looked abnormal.

"Who is this person to you?" Yuan Xiangcheng asked the half-grown child beside him.

He wiped his tears when he heard that, raised his head and replied, "It's me, Grandpa."

"Where's your dad?"

"I'm an orphan. I don't know where my father is. My grandfather took pity on me and adopted me."

"Where did this Sauron armor come from?" Yuan Xiangcheng asked, pointing to the armor on the right.

"This is passed down from my grandfather's ancestors."

"Is your grandfather a descendant of the Sauron people?" Yuan Xiangcheng was a little surprised.

The Solon people have always been the Qing Dynasty's gold medal fighters, good at hunting, riding and shooting. Although they are only raised like dogs by the Qing Dynasty, the emperor's dogs live much better than ordinary people.

But this middle-aged scholar looked so poor and destitute, how could he look like a dog at all?

Except for his appearance, which is more consistent with the Sauron people, everything else on his body is different. When did the Sauron people learn to read?

Not to mention, he was also involved with the rebel Li Fengkui.

"When was this house built?" Yuan Xiangcheng looked at the roof that was leaking some air.

"I don't know. Grandpa has lived here since I can remember. The people in the city...the people in the city look down on Grandpa because he's a cripple and can only live in a shabby house outside the city."

Only then did Yuan Xiangcheng realize that the thin scholar not only had little strength, but also his left leg was shorter than his right leg.

"Since you are suffering from hysteria, I won't disturb you anymore." Yuan Xiangcheng turned around, walked through the door and rushed to Shengjing City.

"Mingye, buy some herbs for this descendant of Sauron."

Without even turning back, Yuan Xiangcheng walked into Shengjing City.

The half-grown child stared at Yuan Xiangcheng's back in disbelief. He had thought that he would definitely be thrown into jail today, but he didn't expect that he would just leave like that?

Only Mingye remained where he was, waiting to have some private contact with the child.

...

After entering the Shengjing General's Mansion, Yuan Xiangcheng called Yiktang'a over.

"Master Yi, do you know anything about Li Fengkui, as engraved on that stele?"

"I once quelled riots in Jilin, so I have heard of it." Yiktang'a's thoughts went back to more than 20 years ago.

At that time, he had just returned from the Central Plains after suppressing the Nian Rebellion. After returning to Jilin, he encountered a peasant uprising. In addition to Han people, there were also Mongolians and poor Manchus from the Northeast in the uprising.

Although he felt sorry for these lower-class Manchus, he felt that they could not rebel no matter what, so he followed orders to wipe out the rioters one by one.

"I don't think that Your Excellency has ever sympathized with the hard work of the people. What about the matter of the Sauron people?" Yuan Xiangcheng asked deliberately.

Yiktang'a immediately understood Yuan Xiangcheng's intention: "Don't worry, Lord Yuan. The country is in danger right now, and it's time for everyone to unite. Besides, Li Fengkui has been dead for many days, so the people setting up an obscene temple to worship him is not a big deal."

In fact, seeing the ragged Suolong scholar, Yiktang'a felt sorry for him. Now that Yuan Xiangcheng was unwilling to pursue the matter, he naturally wanted to excuse the frail scholar: "This man seems to be a bit mentally unstable. Let's just assume he has gone insane."