Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 347

Previously, because Indochina Peninsula was of great importance, and it was not convenient for the Song Clan to exchange news, Huang Lin himself did not know the progress of the war there, so he did not inform Wang Tong about the Indochina Peninsula.

Now that the battle over there has been decided, counting the days, Song Que estimated that he had already taken down the two counties of Nanhai and Longchuan, so Huang Lin brought out the matter of the Indochina Peninsula.

He also dipped some tea, drew a simple map on the stone table with a pen, and told the story of Champa's three crops of rice and sea ships.

Wang Tong held a few torn beards and stared blankly at the old tea-stained map, without saying a word for a long time.

After a while, he murmured: "The rice is harvested three times a year! The fish are worthless! They attack across the sea! This Indochina Peninsula is really another land of abundance in Bashu!"

Huang Lin said indifferently: "Except for the fact that there are too few Han people, it is indeed a treasure land. However, the strategy of relocating refugees to the south has been implemented for more than half a year. As of the beginning of July, there are nearly 200 million Han people in the Indochina Peninsula. As the war in the Central Plains intensifies, , There will be more and more refugees, and this can be regarded as a strategy to enrich the people and strengthen the frontier."

"In the Central Plains war, most of the people who suffer are ordinary people. Even if you don't move, those aristocratic families will do everything possible to hide these populations. Even if you can set the Central Plains in the future, there will be another twists and turns." The movements of these aristocratic families are well understood.

Huang Lin nodded, agreeing with Wang Tong's statement.

Every time a new dynasty is established, the population will drop sharply. In addition to the reduction in various aspects caused by the war, a large part of the population is hidden by these aristocratic families.

After thoroughly understanding the power in Huang Lin's hands, Wang Tong's confidence in him to subdue Du Ruhui doubled.

The two of them chatted until Jin Wuxi fell, before ending the topic.

It was time for dinner, Wang Tong looked at Tianye, and said, "When you come back to Chang'an for the first time, I won't entertain you at home, I will show you the first floor of Chang'an."

"Oh? The first floor of Chang'an?" Huang Lin became interested.

To be able to choose such an arrogant name must be something extraordinary.

Wang Tong got up and stroked his beard, walked out of the pavilion, and said: "Let's go, we need to send someone to book the table quickly, otherwise the good place will be taken up."

Want to make an appointment?

Huang Lin was very curious, and got up to follow, "Where is it? You still want to book a table?"

"Of course there is Fuju Building, the tallest in West City. The third floor has the best view, and the seats on the east side can even have a panoramic view of the charming scenery around Yuema Bridge on Yong'an Street."

"Leaping Horse Bridge?!" Huang Lin raised his eyebrows and asked half curiously and half surprised.

Hearing of Yuema Bridge suddenly, he immediately thought of Duke Yang's Treasure House.

Lu Miaozi taught him how to enter and exit the treasure house very early on, and the main switch to activate the treasure house is at the bottom of the Yuema Bridge.

It's just that the land currently occupied is all in the southwest, and Chang'an is too far away, so he has considered the matter of Duke Yang's treasure house.

They didn't even inquire about Yuema Bridge.

Seeing that he seemed to be interested in Yuema Bridge, Wang Tong said as he walked towards the front yard: "Yuema Bridge is on the side of the West Market, between Yanshoufang and Guangdefang, across Yong'an Canal, because there are rich merchants and nobles on both sides. The place where people live together has become known as Fugui Bridge."

Huang Lin understood immediately.

In the original book, Ssangyong entered the treasury from the well in the backyard of the Lonely Mansion. If you think about it, the Lonely Mansion should be in the two squares of Yanshou and Guangde.

Well, there is also the Wulou Temple where Shi Zhixuan pretended to be the great virtuous monk, and it should be near the Yuema Bridge!
After Wang Tong confessed to the servants in the mansion, the two of them took a simple and honest carriage and went out of the mansion.

The squares in Chang’an City are separated by walls and streets in an orderly manner. Each square has four gates. The main street is a stone road that runs through each gate in a cross shape.

The Wangfu is located in the northwest of Yirenfang, and outside the gate is the West Street of Yirenfang.

The carriage left the mansion from the alley at the side entrance, and was pulled out of the alley by an old horse. After arriving at the intersection, turn right and go up to West Street, and walked out of Yirenfang through the Xifang Gate.

According to Wang Tong, the north-south street between Chongrenfang and Yirenfang is called Wangxian Street. Soon after the carriage went south, it entered Guangming Street, which connects Chunmingmen and Jinguangmen, and walked towards the imperial city.

Through the raised car curtain, Wang Tong said with a smile: "there are the most powerful and wealthy people around the palace. They are all known as Jinfang.”

Huang Lin understood it, he had already discovered this when he was wandering all the way earlier, and now he saw that the carriages passing through Guangming Street were all decorated with extravagance, and the passers-by were dressed in bright clothes.

Coupled with the tall mansions and courtyards I saw just now, I know that the world is indeed like this.

Passing through Chongrenfang all the way, passing Anshangmen, Suzakumen and Hanguangmen in the imperial city, when we came to the west of the city, night had already fallen.

From a distance, one can see the bright lights in the west, which make the surrounding area as bright as day, and there are more and more pedestrians, vehicles and horses, and the atmosphere is extremely noisy.

After passing Yanshoufang, the Yong'an Canal, which is more than ten feet wide, traverses east and west and flows in front.

A magnificent bridge stands over the canal.

The carriage moved slowly along the flow of people, through the raised curtain, Huang Lin asked curiously: "Is this the Yuema Bridge?"

"No, this is Guangming Bridge, and Yuema Bridge is still a little to the south." Wang Tong stroked his beard, and then continued: "Crossing Guangming Bridge is the West Market, and the Jufu Building is on Linyong'an Street in the West Market. In the middle, if you and I get out of the car and walk there, we can just take a closer look at the Yong’an Canal.”

Huang Lin had no objection to this.

The straight Yong'an Canal and Yong'an Avenue run parallel to the north and south water gates. Boats and boats come and go under the bridge, and there are endless pedestrians and horses on the bridge. There are huge houses and wealthy families all around.

Huang Lin turned his head to look south. With the help of lights, he could see from a distance that there was also a wide bridge across the southern intersection. People and vehicles on the bridge seemed to be more lively than this Guangming Bridge.

Wang Tong was not surprised by this. Most of those who came to Chang’an for the first time were like this, “The river under our feet is the Yong’an Canal, which connects to the Weihe River in the north of the city and supplies half of Chang’an’s water. It is the main waterway of Chang’an.”

"Over there is the Yuema Bridge. There are fourteen bridges on the Yong'an Canal, and the Yuema Bridge is the most magnificent. When you go upstairs, you can see it from a distance. Compared with standing on the ground, it has a different flavor."

"Haha, I want to see and see how the night view of Chang'an is different from that of Luoyang." Huang Lin laughed.

"There are indeed differences between the two capitals. Although both the eastern and western capitals were built by Yu Wenkai, relatively speaking, Chang'an has a lot more heritage, and people can feel the heroic atmosphere unconsciously. Although Luoyang is less A little bit of background, but more dynamic."

Huang Lin thought about it, and it seemed to be true.

The two walked slowly across the bridge and walked southward along the Yong'an Canal. Soon they arrived at the west end of the Yuema Bridge. There were three or five Sui soldiers standing guard at the bridge head, which surprised Huang Lin a bit.

Because the street is opposite to the two square gates of the West Market, the flow of people here is extremely dense, and it is probably the case.

Jufu Building is located between the two square gates on the east side of the West City. It is three stories high and less than four feet high. Not to mention compared with the Hanshui Building in Xiangyang, it is not as tall as the building in Luoyang, but it is already here. Outstanding.

Wang Tong and Huang Lin crossed Yong'an Avenue and went straight to the lobby. The familiar people greeted Xiao Er, and led them upstairs while saying: "There is a ban on the former emperor here in Chang'an. It must not exceed four feet, and those who violate it will be punished as treason."

"Since Luoyang was newly built by His Majesty, and the palace city is located in the west of the north bank of Luoshui River, it is safer than here, so there is no such ban."

The two were taken by Xiao Er to an elegant room on the east side of the street. A square table was placed by the window. The window faced the Yuema Bridge on the opposite side of the street. The location was really excellent.

While admiring the chariots, horses and boats passing by below, while tasting the delicacies of Guanzhong, chatting some insignificant words, the breeze caressed the face, and there were faint Sanskrit singing.

Huang Lin looked for the reputation, but it came from the square on the south side of the Yuema Bridge. There seemed to be a not-so-big temple there.

"Senior, there seems to be a temple over there?" Huang Lin raised his finger.

Wang Tong looked in the direction of Huang Lin's finger, and said casually: "Oh, that's Guangde Square, there is a Wulou Temple on the side of Anhua Street, and it is said that the virtuous monk inside is a well-educated monk. However, this person has been in seclusion all year round, so I don’t know much about it.”

Huang Lin's heart skipped a beat.

Wulou Temple, the great virtuous monk, is still retreating all year round!

Is it Shi Zhixuan who is wrong? !

After taking a deep look, he pressed it down without mentioning it.

After five flavors of food and three rounds of wine, the flow of people below has gradually dwindled.

The two were about to return home when Huang Lin suddenly turned to look at Yuema Bridge.

Standing there was a stalwart man holding a sword, about [-] years old, with a dignified appearance.

With Huang Lin's eyesight, even though he was more than twenty feet away, he could still see this person's expression clearly.

Seeing this man's face was stern, he raised his head to look at Jufulou, and shouted loudly: "Yang Wengan, get Duan down!"

Its voice was not low, and it actually covered the noise in the building.

Huang Lin raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the wall behind Wang Tong.

Sure enough, there was a voice over there.

"Hey~ Isn't this Duan Zhixuan, the first disciple of the Guanzhong Sword Sect? What? Want to avenge your useless master Qiu Wensheng?"

(End of this chapter)