Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 930

Chapter 930 Han Daochang

A powerful empire has always been inclusive rather than self-enclosed.

It's like the Han Dynasty mastered the Western Regions, and the Tang Dynasty practiced Hu dance.

Not afraid to learn from others' excellence, but also to absorb and digest what you have learned, and even outperform others. This is the way to constantly improve yourself.

Of course, it would be even better if we can actively "educate" the outside world instead of passively.

At that time, everyone will be a family, so why should we divide each other?

What's yours is mine, what's mine...of course it's not mine, but Huaxia's.

It's just that birds can't fly without a head, and people can't leave without a head. A family as big as Huaxia must have a parent, right?

For the people of Hanhu in Liangzhou, Feng Junhou is naturally the parent who does his part.

Otherwise, why is it called a parent officer?

Feng's parents received the big man people at the pier, and had a cordial conversation with them, encouraging them to work hard, strive to solve food and clothing as soon as possible, and get rid of poverty.

The focus is on affirming their enterprising spirit rooted in the frontier.

The Juyan site became famous in the world in later generations, mainly because of the Juyan Han bamboo slips.

But for those unfamiliar with history, the other name might be a little more familiar.

It's called Heishui City.

That's right, it's the Black Water City in the all-time popular Tomb Raider novel.

More than a thousand years later, Xixia established Heishui City here and used it as its own grain production base.

At the same time, it is also one of the most prosperous cities in Xixia.

After more than a thousand years, Juyanze can become an important food supply place for a country.

One can imagine how fertile the land was in this newly developed era.

So what Feng's parents said to the big man who moved here was not a fake big empty, but a real hope.

Not to mention that the Governor's Mansion has preferential policies for the people who come to settle down.

In a pragmatic spirit, Governor Feng stayed in Juyan County for one night, and immediately left for Guansai the next day for inspection.

People in the Han Dynasty often referred to the Great Wall as the Great Wall.

Compared with the Ming Great Wall of later generations, it cannot include strategic areas such as Yijinai, Yellow River Hetao, Kaiping, and Liaohe Hetao.

The Great Wall of Han Dynasty is obviously much longer and covers a much larger area.

It starts from Lelang County in Liaodong in the east (that is, the area around Pyongyang, North Korea), and ends in Dunhuang Yumen Pass in the west, with a length of more than 10,000 miles.

The middle section not only includes the fortress of Yanmen, the Hetao area, etc., but even passes through the later Mongolia.

Then turn to the south again and come to the prominent part of Juyan County, Liangzhou.

Protecting the western boundary of Juyan County and continuing to the south, it has been winding to the north of Lufu County, the county seat of Jiuquan (that is, near Jiayuguan in later generations), before turning west again.

Finally arrived at Yumen Pass in Dunhuang County.

Compared to the Qin Great Wall, which was built due to dangerous cliffs and ravines, the Han Great Wall mostly passed through grasslands. Generally, there was no danger to rely on, and no stones to use, so the wall had to be rammed.

The wall is seven or eight meters high and four to six meters wide.

Standing on the dilapidated fortress and looking at it, a black dragon is just lying on the vast grassland.

In such a big way, the grassland was included in the scope of the Han Dynasty, and the sovereignty of the Han Dynasty was declared to the world.

Touching these earthen walls that have gone through hundreds of years of wind and rain and still standing, it seems to feel its last stubbornness.

Listening attentively, there seems to be its chatter in the wind, as if it is telling the majesty and domineering of the great Han in the past: whatever the sun and moon shine on, and wherever the rivers and rivers go, are all Han soil.

However, when it came to Emperor Guangwu, it became: Han Bing prestige, the general rule of the world, under the sun and the moon, all are ministers and concubines.

Now, the afterglow of the big man has only wisps of faint light left...

Feng Yong stood on the ruined wall for a long time before letting out a long breath and shouting: "The man is awesome!"

General Guan, who was on the side, originally saw the emotion on this person's face.

He also said that he is very popular in poetry, and he is brewing emotions, and he is preparing to present a song that will last forever.

I didn't expect that after waiting with all my heart, what I waited for came to be such an unclear sentence.

She was so angry that she picked up a piece of dirt and threw it over.

Inspector Feng patted the dirt marks on his body dissatisfied, and then said angrily to General Guan:

"Do you know that it is a very immoral behavior to disturb others to reminisce about the past?"

It's so bad that it's like urinating halfway and forcing others to hold back.

Especially when the big man still exists and touches these barriers with his own hands.

Speaking of this, I suddenly felt a little peeing, so I jumped off the earth wall and looked around, trying to find a hidden place.

"I don't know!" General Guan jumped down, with an innocent expression on his face, "Other people refer to the present and recall the past in writing, to express what they want in their hearts."

"Ah Lang has been watching this for a whole day," Guan Ji pointed to the sun that was about to set, "In the end, there was only a ghostly cry, and it was actually recalling the past, which is really rare!"

As he spoke, he covered his mouth and laughed.

"You do not understand!"

Governor Feng waved his hand without explaining much.

For the descendants of the Han family who have experienced more than a hundred years of humiliation, the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties is an eternal dream in their hearts.

Realizing the great rejuvenation of the nation is the goal that the sons and daughters of the Han family have been striving for generation after generation.

"The concubine doesn't understand, so Alang said something so that the concubine can understand!"

Guan Ji naturally couldn't understand Feng Yong's mood at this time, she leaned over and helped Governor Feng wipe off the remaining mud prints.

"for example?"

"For example, articles, everyone understands this. Don't everyone in literature like to write about ancient times?"

"What am I..." Feng Cishi subconsciously wanted to deny it, but remembered that there were countless literary masters standing behind him, and said without changing his face:

"Oh, writing an article, what's that? I'll write one for you now."

"There really are!"

General Guan looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see Feng Cishi holding back a line of poetry, and said that he couldn't write it.

Unexpectedly, she could not help but widen her phoenix eyes.

"Don't you know that a certain poem can be relied on by horses?"

Governor Feng said triumphantly, then bent his arms to support the earth wall, supported his head with his palms, put one hand on his hips, and crossed his feet again.

Put on a coquettish look, and whistled.

I feel a little pity, the mount is grazing there, I can't lean on the horse, but lean on the wall.

"Go, there are several children, and they are not in shape yet!"

Guan Ji smiled and slapped him, "What kind of allusion is there to leaning on a horse? I have never heard of it."

"Then you can listen now." Governor Feng cleared his throat and began to read:

Bicycle wants to ask the border, it belongs to the country of Juyan.

Levy Peng out of the pass, return to the wild goose into Hu Tian.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river.

Xiao Guan is protected by Yan Ran whenever he is waiting to ride.

(Note: Cycling means light and simple, and Wenbian means condolences to the officers and soldiers guarding the frontier.)

After finishing reading, she winked at Guan Ji again: "How is it?"

Although he knew that his man was the most talented man in the world, General Guan was still stunned.

She stared blankly at the red sun that was about to fall below the desert.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river...

The writing is beautiful, it is like directly moving the scene in front of me into the poem.

But it was the last sentence that moved General Guan's heart the most.

Because she remembered that her man sent Shi Bao out from Xiaoguan a few days ago.

The Yanran in "All Protection in Yanran" is just in the depths of the desert just north of Juyan County, called Yanran Mountain.

At that time, General Dou led the army to unite the Southern Huns, Wuhuan, and Qianghu troops. They joined forces at Zhuoxie Mountain and defeated the Northern Huns at Jiluo Mountain.

Finally climbed Yanran Mountain, Ban Gu, the Central Guard who accompanied the army, wrote an article, engraved stones to record his merits, and called it "Yanran Leshi", just like the story of Huo Piaoyao.

If you want to say that this is not the ambition of your own man, General Guan might as well believe that Ah Chong is not his own son.

After all, in today's world, who is more capable of ordering barbarians than his own man?

As for myself and others, isn't this trip just for patrolling the border?

If you want to say that this poem is not just written, General Guan would rather believe that Shuangshuang is not his own daughter.

Relying on horses to treat others, relying on horses to treat others, is this the talent of relying on horses to treat others?

General Guan felt a numbness rushing from the back of his head to the top of his head, and then his entire scalp was numb.

With my own talents, I can lead the army to quell the chaos in troubled times, govern the country in peace and rule the people in governing times, and write pearls and jade articles in prosperous times...

"It's not fair!"

After a long time, General Guan seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and leaned on Feng Cishi's body softly, and murmured:

"How many people can't learn the skills in their lifetime, but in your eyes, it's not a big deal, it's not fair..."

Standing on the fortress of the Han family hundreds of years ago, she also wants to sing ancient poems!

"But I have been thinking for a day, and I can't even come up with a good sentence. Why do you open your mouth like a peerless essay?"

Look at this guy in front of him, he is hanging around, he doesn't stand upright, and he casually reads out good poems that others can't write in their entire lives.

General Guan really felt it was unfair.

It is rare to see General Guan's weak appearance, and Governor Feng's machismo psychology is greatly satisfied.

He put his arms around General Guan and said in a big way:

"What are you afraid of if you can't write an article? Isn't there me!"

"As long as Xijun wants it, I still have it here. As long as you sign your name, it will be written by you..."

Guan Ji was a little moved when she heard the first sentence, but the more she heard the latter, the more uncomfortable it became.

"What are you talking about! Shameless, is this kind of person?"

She pushed and shoved Governor Feng, and then immediately recalled:

"you also have?"

"What?"

"Poetry!"

"It's gone!"

"No, you just said that there are more!"

"Well…"

"Read it out and listen!"

Xi Jun's request, of course he had to listen, so Governor Feng read again:

Severe wind blows frost, seaweed withers, tendons dry and hard, Hu Majiao.

The Han family has 300,000 soldiers, and the general also leads Huo Xing Yao.

Meteor and white feathers are inserted in the waist, sword flowers and autumn lotuses come out of the box.

Heavenly soldiers shine on the snow and go down to Yuguan, and the captive arrows shoot at the golden armor like sand.

Clouds, dragons, winds and tigers are all handed over, Taibai enters the moon and the enemy can be destroyed.

The enemy can be destroyed, the head is destroyed, and the intestines of the Hu are covered with blood.

Hanging Hu Qingtian in the sky, buried Hu Zisai beside.

No one in Hu, Han Daochang.

As soon as the words fell, General Guan's "tiger body" was startled, and he couldn't help blurting out:

"Even if we don't tell the outside world who wrote this article, the world will know it must be Ah Lang!"

Compared to the previous one, this one has a style of writing that no one else in the world can write better than my own Alang.

As long as you have read the article "Xia Ke Xing", you will know the similarities with this article.

Overrated, overrated!

Even Governor Feng was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and he also felt that his skin was hot.

Guan Ji beckoned to the guards not far away, ordered to bring pens and ink, and asked Feng Yong to read it a few times again, and wrote down these two poems.

Then picked up the last song, pondered it several times lovingly, and then raised his head and asked:

"When did Alang write this song 'Han Daochang'?"

This is obviously "Hu Wuren", how did it become "Han Daochang"?

But since it was decided by Xijun himself, it should be "Han Daochang".

"Three years ago, when the Western Xianbei entered Juyan and wanted to enter Liangzhou on a large scale."

Guan Ji nodded, and it was right.

At that time, the big man had just pacified Liangzhou, but he encountered white disasters again, and many people were eager to move.

It seems that Alang was cruel and prepared to kill Hu.

"Why didn't you take it out then?"

Guan Ji cast a reproachful look at Governor Feng.

This kind of majestic writing, just released, can deter a large number of people with evil intentions at that time.

"There are too many things, I forgot." Feng Shishi made up a reason casually, "That's because I just mentioned writing poetry, so I remembered it."

General Guan nodded, apparently believing what Governor Feng said.

Anyway, in her opinion, there is no point in lying to her about this kind of thing.

She looked down at the paper in her hand again, and suddenly asked:

"Alang, tell me, would it be better if the word 'Hu' in the text was changed to be a prisoner?"

Governor Feng was shocked!

The mother-in-law named "Han Daochang" was premeditated.

Severe wind blows frost and grass withers?

Soldiers of heaven shine on the old capital under the snow?

Buried captives next to Changling?

Governor Feng's complexion suddenly became extremely exciting, and he didn't feel very well.

This shit!

General Guan applauded:

"Once this article is published, it will strengthen the prestige of our army. After returning, my concubine will ask someone to compose a song and let it be sung in the army."

"Then it's better to make it a military song, so that everyone in the army can sing it."

General Guan was overjoyed: "What A Lang said is very true!"

The singing of "Forward, Forward, Forward..." seemed to suddenly sound in Feng Jishi's ears.

Don't underestimate the impact of these things on the military.

Because they are also a kind of military ideological education.

If you really want to show your prestige, the enemy will be terrified when they hear the singing.

The heroic army that overthrew the coalition army composed of more than a dozen countries just made its own Charge become a nightmare for the opponent.

The charge of this army is called "the sound of the magic flute" and "the sound from hell" by the opponents...

The seven soldiers, who were out of ammunition and food, faced a well-equipped battalion of the enemy, silently raised their bayonets, and the trumpeter blew what he thought was his last charge.

Who would have expected that a battalion of enemies more than 20 meters away would turn around and run away when they heard this voice...

That's how legendary it is!

Governor Feng naturally did not dare to imagine that the soldiers under his command could also show such awe.

But if in the future, the army of the great Han, singing this poem, invaded Chang'an.

Singing this poem again, it reproduces the power of the great Han who looked down on the world, and made all the barbarians in the world call them the ministers and concubines of the Han.

The picture is too beautiful to imagine!

Anyway, anyone who dares not to listen to the big man is a prisoner!

"Sing! You must sing, and anyone who doesn't sing will hit the board!"

Inspector Feng sucked his saliva back, and said excitedly:

"My poem actually has a last sentence."

I didn't want to say it at first, but now that I'm in this situation, it's impossible not to say it.

"What is it?"

"Your Majesty's lifespan is three thousand frosts, but the song is full of wind and clouds, and there are warriors guarding the four directions."

The captives are going to be taken to Changling (that is, Liu Bang's mausoleum) as sacrifices. How can it be passed without mentioning Emperor Gaozu?

"Alang, you are too good!"

Governor Feng waved his hands again and again, and said modestly:

"I'm overwhelmed, I'm overwhelmed, even Muniang and Amei can say that I'm amazing, but in front of General Guan, I don't dare to say I'm amazing..."

General Guan's face was flushed, he looked at Governor Feng with beautiful eyes, and said softly:

"It's getting late, A Lang, let's go back, my concubine will let A Lang do a good job tonight, how about it?"

(end of this chapter)

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