That night.
Outside Weizhou City, heavy snow fell.
By then, Zhong Shiheng, the founder of the Zhong Family Army, had passed away. But his descendants all served in the army and enjoyed considerable prestige.
And unlike the other "convict soldiers," although the Zhong Family was not the oldest military lineage, neither were they pushovers like Di Qing, whom civil officials could bully at will.
They had moved from civil service into military service.
The Zhong Family had produced a renowned Confucian scholar named Zhong Fang, a native of Luoyang.
Even Han Qi, who declared that "only those whose names are announced at Donghua Gate count as true heroes," could not push the Zhong Family around the way he did Di Qing.
Besides, only a handful of people in the Great Song could actually fight now.
The Zhong Family undoubtedly ranked among the Song Dynasty's celebrated military families.
Lin Feng crossed the snow without leaving a trace and arrived outside Weizhou City overnight.
Kongtong Mountain lay within Weizhou City's territory, with both monks and Daoists on it. If he remembered correctly, the monks on Kongtong Mountain had received imperial appointments.
Lin Feng looked up toward it, with no intention of visiting Kongtong Mountain to debate the Dao with those monks and Daoists.
Although Weizhou City had been plundered by Western Xia, it was still quite prosperous.
A few years were enough to replenish some of the population. Besides, the Northern Song had one advantage: whether in the western lands strewn with weapons and human bones or the relatively wealthy south, whether small artisans or hardworking farmers—
Even small and middling landowners were equally unable to make a living.
Who could survive?
The scholar-officials.
The city walls meant nothing to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng actually managed to find a residence.
It looked