I was a famous teacher in ancient times

Relying on his memory, Zhou Yu found the traces left at the beginning, raised his hand to touch the scratches on the stone, and looked at the specially cut tree trunk. After careful identification, he confirmed that he did not find the wrong place.

As far as the eye can see, where there are soil bags of tombs, there are only wild grass and shrubs in sight.

Zhou Yu's eyes were red, he didn't clean up the weeds under his feet, he knelt down straight, kowtowed three times in a row, and said in a choked voice: "Father, my son is back, you have suffered all these years."

Ziheng's eyes were already in tears, his memory was fuzzy, but he vaguely remembered what his grandfather taught him, "Grandfather, Ziheng did not disappoint you."

Zhou Yu knelt for a while longer, and then he got up with his son, took the weed cleaning tools, and cleaned the weeds and shrubs little by little.

The tomb has been left unattended for many years, and the original soil bag has long since disappeared. Zhou Yu was able to determine the approximate scope of the tomb based on the identification of the stones left behind.

The father and son refilled the soil, and after the cemetery was repaired, they arranged the sacrifices one by one. Zhou Yu and his son knelt down, and both father and son were tear-stained.

Zhou Yu babbled about what had happened in these years, and finally praised Ziheng in a proud tone, "Father, our family's Ziheng is promising, and he will support the entire Zhou family."

Ziheng had been crying for a long time, his vague memory was much clearer, it was too desolate for his grandfather to be alone in the capital all these years.

Zhou Yu talked about the Zhou family again, the family is lucky, "Father, my son can't send you back to your ancestral home yet, so wait a little longer and wait for your son to pick you up and leave."

Zhou Yu seemed to have endless things to say. He talked about his future plans, Yang Xixuan, and a lot, and there were still many things to say, and it was already afternoon.

Zhou Yu reluctantly took his son down the mountain. On the way down, Ziheng asked, "Father, will you go to the northeast with uncle?"

Zhou Yu shook his head, "I don't need me in war, and the capital needs me even more."

It’s too miserable in the north. The southern academy is full of schools. Not to mention the schools in the north, it’s hard to find even a private school. These years, the people in the north are either fleeing or on the way to escape. They don’t care about reading and learning.

He wanted to stay in the capital to build the structure of the academy. As for the manpower, the Zhou family could recruit some people from the clan, plus the scholars in the capital, they could barely hold up the airs.

Ziheng was happy, "The relationship is good, and I can help dad."

Zhou Yu raised his hand and touched his son's head, "Well, I need your support then."

Now the son is in charge of the supplies of the entire capital, but he needs a lot of supplies, and the son himself is short of money and food, so just don't search for it when the time comes.

Yang Xixuan was not idle today, he visited the capital and met the people, personally listened to the wishes of the people, and promised to rebuild the capital, and finally set up a porridge shop to complete today's trip.

When Zhou Yu left the capital, Yang Xixuan's food and grass had been prepared, and he could order to continue northward at any time.

The frequent transfer of the barracks in the capital made the tribes in the Northeast panic, and sent another letter to negotiate peace, but Yang Xixuan still didn't answer.

Yang Xixuan's army set off early in the morning, under the fiery eyes of the common people.

Yang Xixuan personally led the soldiers to fight, and he just felt refreshed while riding on the horse, "I haven't led troops to fight in many years, but unfortunately this battle will be the last time to lead troops, and I will rely on you in the future."

Han Chenhui said cryptically: "I'm not young anymore. I've been getting injured constantly in the past half a year. I think the future belongs to young people."

Yang Xixuan stared deeply at Han Chenhui, "They are still young, and you still need to take care of them."

Han Chenhui put his heart back into his stomach when he mentioned it, and the emperor understood what he meant, "Yes, I must train excellent generals for the emperor."

Yang Xixuan looked straight ahead, Ming Jiao retreated bravely for the sake of the Ming clan, and Han Chenhui for the heirs, but he is really not a petty person, he was a little depressed for a while, and his smile faded a lot along the way.

Yang Xixuan didn't smile until he was resting at night when he looked at the map.

The actions of Yang Xixuan's army cannot be concealed. The tribes in the Northeast are always on top of their movements. Some tribes want to retreat out of the Northeast, and some tribes are very angry. They have already negotiated with Emperor Yang but insist on fighting.

This is not only to take back the Northeast states, but also to avenge the dead people!

However, it is useless for the tribes to argue endlessly, Yang Xixuan's soldiers and horses have already approached the city.

In this battle, Yang Xixuan directly launched the powerful cannon, he directly blasted the city wall, and led his troops into the city with an unstoppable force.

When the city wall collapsed, the soldiers and horses of the northeast tribes were frightened, and the feng shui took turns. When they attacked the city and slaughtered them, today they became lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Yang Xixuan held a long knife in his hand, his face was covered with blood, he stared sharply at the fleeing enemy soldiers, and shouted, "Kill."

There are not many people in the city, and the people who stay in the city serve the northeast tribes, such as cleaning the city, washing and cooking, and so on.

When Yang Xixuan didn't call, the people's life was very miserable. They lived in thatched huts and lacked food and clothing. When winter came, the people died in batches.

When the Northern Expeditionary Army was victorious all the way, the life of the people would be better, at least they could live in a house sheltered from the wind, and the past torture and beatings were gone.

The people thought that Emperor Yang would have to recuperate for at least a year or two before expelling the Northeast tribes, and it took only a short time for Emperor Yang to rescue them himself.

Yang Xixuan led his troops to chase for ten miles before he led his troops back with regret. However, out of the [-] soldiers guarding the city, less than [-] escaped.

When Yang Xixuan came back, Han Chenhui was counting the captured prisoners. As for the corpses of enemy soldiers on the street, the people in the city offered to help. Han Chenhui saw the hatred in the eyes of the people, and agreed with mixed feelings in his heart.

The common people hated the tribes in the Northeast deeply. Yang Xixuan noticed that many common people were weeping loudly, and some even chopped up the corpses with knives.

The captured tribal soldiers used to be arrogant and did not treat the people as human beings, but now they are so afraid of the hatred of the people.

Han Chenhui stepped forward, "A total of more than 1000 prisoners were captured."

Yang Xixuan glanced at all the strong prisoners, and said, "Hungry for them."

The deputy came over with a look of embarrassment, "The situation of the people in the city has been counted. Your Majesty, some women are pregnant, and some women want to die."

Yang Xixuan stopped wiping the blood, and scolded his mother, "I'll go and see for myself."

The lieutenant dared not persuade the emperor, "Yes."

When Yang Xixuan arrived at the destination, there were rows of houses built here, and women stood outside the houses, some with puffy stomachs, some with numb faces, and some who wanted to die!
Yang Xixuan saw at least a thousand people at a glance, and the officials behind him also scolded people, but unfortunately cursing was useless, Yang Xixuan took a deep breath, this is a difficult problem.