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Chapter 836 Chang'an March
"Recalling Chang'an, in March, the upper garden was full of flowering branches."

"Qingmen sees off guests several times, Qushui races to write poems every day. There are countless horses and golden saddles, and good days and beautiful scenery follow."

As the poem says, in March in Chang'an, it is sunny and sunny, with beautiful scenery on a good day.

Last year Wu Qian made an appointment with Yang Guo, and if they had free time in spring, they would go to Lishan together for a tour.Now that spring has begun, Wu Qian is no longer there, leaving only a post-war Guanzhong and a lot of government affairs for Yang Guo to handle alone.

One is from the north and the other is from the south. The friendship between the two cannot be said to be very deep. Yang Guo’s real friends will only be Yuan Haowen and Li Zhi, who are from the Central Plains, and Wu Qian’s friends will only be Li Zengbo and Jiang Wanli. A famous minister of the Song Dynasty.

As for the two of them, they are just colleagues, they just happen to be of the same age, they are good at poetry, and they are both wandering people, and they work together to create a peaceful and prosperous world with a unified country.

On the tenth day of March, Yang Guo was burying his head in the files at home, reviewing official documents, frowning and thinking, finally put down his pen, and muttered to himself: "Wu Luzhai is better at these things."

Recalling many things in the past two years, he let out a long sigh.

Suddenly someone opened the door and came in.

"Grandfather, grandfather."

Yang Guo covered her face with her old hands, looked through her teary eyes, and saw a small figure running into the study.

That is his youngest grandson, who is less than five years old now, named Yang Zhao when he was in Zhaotong City.

"Grandfather is telling Zhao'er a story."

Yang Guo wiped his eyes, a kind smile appeared on his face, hugged his grandson on his lap, and said: "I'm busy, I'm busy, I don't have time to tell Zhao'er a story."

Yang Zhao refused, pulled Yang Guo by the collar, and said in a milky voice, "Grandfather tells the story of the county king going north."

A look of reminiscence floated on Yang Guo's face, and he said with a smile, "Alright, alright, grandpa will tell you again, that year in Kaifeng, when grandpa saw the king of the county for the first time, he knew he must be extraordinary..."

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A servant outside the courtyard took a look, and trotted all the way to the inner hall.

In the inner hall, an old woman was embroidering. It was Yang Guo's wife Lu Shi.

The Lu family came from a poor family, and Yang Guo was a famous handsome man when he was young. He once avoided living in Henan due to the war disaster, and was taken care of by the Lu family, and the two became relatives.

Later, Yang Guo was named on the gold list, high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and others said that the Lu family was not good enough for Yang Guo, but it didn't prevent them from growing old together.

You can tell by looking at a person's character, sometimes by looking at his family...

"Old lady."

"Slow down, slow down...Zhao'er is trolling my husband again to tell the story of the past?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I'll disturb Alang too much."

"Don't be afraid to disturb him." Lu's hair is full of white hair, and he speaks very slowly, but with a hint of teasing, "Msanggong is not very happy recently, let Zhao'er go and coax him, coax him to talk more the happiest things."

"That's right, Ah Lang thought he was coaxing Mr. Xiao Lang, but he didn't know that it was the old lady who was coaxing him to be happy."

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Yang Guo's story is actually not attractive to children. Yang Zhao sat in Yang Guo's arms and listened to it for a long time, and was already drowsy, unable to open his eyelids.

On the contrary, the more Yang Guo talked, the more energetic he became.

When encountering ups and downs, looking back at the past cheered him up a lot.

As he talked, looking at the handwriting left by Wu Qian, Yang Guo would also think that although his old friend passed away, his ambition still remained.

He straightened his back.

Speaking of how he decided to join Li Xia with his family at that time, Yang Guo thought that he would not talk about it after finishing this paragraph, as there were still unfinished business affairs.

It was almost dusk, "dong dong dong", there was another knock on the door outside the study.

As soon as Yang Zhao heard it, he knew that he was going to urge them to eat. Today, he made his favorite gourd chicken at home.

He stared at the door with wide eyes, expectant.

But the person who came in quickly walked up to Yang Guo and reported in a low voice.

Yang Zhao slid down from Yang Guo's lap, and looked out the door with his head, only to hear the sentence "Already entered Chang'an City."

After that, Yang Guo stood up, patted Yang Zhao on the head, took the two documents on the table, and walked out.

"Grandpa, let's serve dinner..."

Yang Zhao yelled, but saw that his grandfather didn't answer at all, and his figure strode to the gate of the courtyard.

The child can't see whether Yang Guo is aging when he is nearly [-] years old. He only thinks that his grandfather is still tall and has a lot of strides when he walks. He is very envious and wants to grow up quickly...

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"Really the county king is back? I just heard that I still don't believe it."

"Mr. Yang, sit down quickly. Have you ever had dinner? Let's have a bowl of saozi noodles."

"Okay, okay, at first glance, this is the Huji Xunzi Noodles across the street from the government office..."

After Yang Guo sat down, Lin Zi brought his bowl of noodles over, and took out some steamed buns from his pocket to eat.

Whether it is the Song Dynasty or the Jin Dynasty, or even Mongolia in the north, it is inevitable that there will be a feast of wine and banquets to welcome and send off in the officialdom.But Li Xia didn't do this, and the other officials under his rule dared not be extravagant.

"I just heard that the county king went to Yan'an Mansion the day before yesterday." Yang Guo took the chopsticks and said, "It turned out to be a rumor."

"It's not a rumor, but I came back from Yan'an Mansion." Li Xia said, "I also brought back very powerful news."

"What's the news?"

"Mr. Yang eats the noodles first."

Yang Guo was stunned, and said with a wry smile: "It's been less than ten days since I got the news that the Mongolian army is about to withdraw, and the Mongolian army hasn't finished withdrawing yet, so the county king went to Yan'an mansion?"

"During the journey, one round trip in ten days is not considered fast."

Li Xia responded, and suddenly thought of something again.

He just remembered that the provincial system seemed to be the first one created by Kublai Khan.

But I don't know more specifics, so I can only think jokingly in my heart: "It's really nothing to go on a business trip in the province for ten days."

In fact, as soon as the word "Great Yuan" came out, Li Xia still felt some kind of pressure when he thought that many systems were left by Kublai Khan and had a profound impact on later generations.

The founding emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, who really promoted coins and is said to have invented mutton hot pot, was originally the proud son of this era.

Li Xia finished a bowl of Xaozi noodles in a few mouthfuls, and continued to look after Lin Zi's information.

After a while, Yang Guo wiped his beard carefully, and said: "The prince came back at this time, maybe it's because of the Chongqing matter?"

"Let's talk to Duke Yang about the north side first... Kublai Khan has really changed his country name."

Yang Guo was taken aback.

After a while, he smiled and said, "No wonder we have to eat noodles first."

"How does Yang Gong feel?"

"I didn't really feel it, but I didn't expect that they really made it happen." Yang Guo twitched his beard, a little thoughtful, and said slowly: "Beiren has been planning this matter for a long time. I remember that it was Brother Huanran and me at the beginning. Mentioned... the Jin Dynasty has been destroyed, and the Mongolian entry into the Central Plains is a foregone conclusion. All we can do is to promote it to inherit the Han Dynasty. For example, Jurchen transformed the Jin Dynasty. It has been 20 years, and they really made it happen.

The Jinlianchuan shogunate has worked hard for many years and finally paid off, so everyone must be excited now.But if the king of the county asks me how I feel... No matter how Kublai Khan is, how can he implement the Han law more thoroughly than the king of the county? "

Li Xia asked again: "Then Yang Gong thinks, how would the Central Plains people feel?"

The influence of the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty, Li Xia is not a native of the Central Plains, so it is impossible to accurately grasp it.

He had to ask Yang Guo.

Yang Guo pondered, and said slowly: "First, let me say that the adherents of the Central Plains generally have four types of attitudes towards Mongolia."

"Appreciate further details."

"One, like Liu Taiping, completely attached himself to Mongolia and forgot the ancestral family law; the other, like the Jinlianchuan shogunate, wanted to promote the implementation of Han law in Mongolia; Wish; the fourth, like brother Yuzhi and brother Renqing, insists on not wanting to be an official."

The first type is that there are not many people like Liu Taiping.

The fourth type refers to people like Yuan Haowen and Li Zhi, not many of them.

It was these two types of people in the middle that Li Xia wanted to fight with Kublai Khan.

Yang Guo continued: "This is the situation in the past. With the fall of the Kingdom of Jin ten or twenty years ago, it will be No. 20 years soon. I'm afraid old people like me, Brother Yuzhi, and Brother Renqing are becoming more and more stubborn. Less."

"In other words, most Central Plains people have tended to identify with Mongolia?"

"Tell the truth to the king of the county. In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains... let's not mention the State of Song. For a hundred years, the State of Song has been an enemy country. It is only said that Jin has died for 30 years. Now the people of the Central Plains who are under the age of 40 or [-] have never As long as I can remember, I have considered myself a Mongolian."

Li Xia was silent.

It was hard for him to imagine the concept behind Yang Guo's words.

Just like Zhang Wulang, who is nearly forty years old, once said to Li Xia that his and Zhang Jiulang's views on state affairs sometimes seem to be separated by an insurmountable gap.

Yang Guo sighed: "To tell the truth, it is not easy for young people in the Central Plains to understand Chinese law and recognize the legal system of the past dynasties. It is the older generation who are still insisting, and it is also the Chinese characters and books...it is so amazing. .”

"Yes, Chinese characters and books are amazing."

"Fortunately, it's less than 30 years... 28 years, we old people are still alive, and we still have a chance." Yang Guo murmured: "As for changing the name of the country this time, Kublai Khan has realized the long-awaited hope of the people of the Central Plains." The expectations of the people will surely appease the hearts of the people.”

"really."

"But," Yang Guo said, "but it's still the same sentence, we old people are still there, we really want to see, what about next time? What else can Kublai Khan give next time?"

He looked up at Li Xia, with a pair of old eyes full of expectations, and said: "The king of the county is still young, and now he is only the king of the Song Dynasty, and there are still many inspiring changes. What about Kublai Khan? If he loses again, he will change another one." Can’t you get a Chinese name?”

Li Xia suddenly realized.

Sometimes he would also feel that the situation would not change with every effort. Yang Guo's words pointed out that it was not that the situation had not changed, but that the opponent's last move had not been exhausted.

There will always be a time when the opponent's back moves are exhausted, and they only need to be able to grit their teeth until that time.

"I'm really looking forward to Kublai Khan's Chinese name."

Yang Guo stroked his beard and smiled.

He recently lost two more teeth.

"If Kublai Khan wants to change his Chinese name... then a Mongolian can only compare with us who is more like a Han."

Generally speaking, in the long run, it makes people optimistic, but the immediate predicament is still there.

Li Xia didn't rush to ask about the solution, but said, "Let's talk about the Chongqing matter."

"Yes." Lin Zidao: "According to the report from the Chongqing government, Sun Huchen, the deputy envoy of Jinghu North Road, led a naval force of 2 troops to garrison Zigui, set up a camp, and sent people to Kuimen every day. He threatened to support Sichuan and Shu, and ordered me to Only then let it go, otherwise it will be dealt with by military law..."

"How to deal with it by military law?"

"I didn't say anything, but I'm afraid there will be a fight in the near future if we can't wait."

"Sun Huchen..."

Li Xia muttered, feeling that the name sounded familiar.

Thinking about it again, in the Lin'an Great Hall, Fan Wenhu was killed once, and there was a Rao Huchen watching at that time.

"Is this Jia Sidao's man?"

"Yes." Lin Zi stepped forward, took one from the bottom of the pile of information, and put it on top.

Li Xia had seen it, handed it to Yang Guo, and asked, "This is the situation in the north and south now. How does Duke Yang think we should deal with it?"

Yang Guo read the information and put it aside, pondering.

After a while, Lin Zi almost thought that the old man was asleep, only to hear a muttering to himself.

"If the name is not correct, the words will not go well. When it comes to self-reliance, what should the Song officials in the territory do? Difficult..."

Lin Zi was surprised, and asked back: "Yang Gong just said... self-reliance?!"

He looked up, but saw Li Xia's expression was calm.

Only then did he realize that this night when only a few people chatted while eating Xunzi noodles while rushing back to Chang'an, what they were discussing was the matter of self-reliance.

Lin Zi looked down at the half-bitten bun in his hand, and quickly put it back into his arms to show his solemnity...

(End of this chapter)