Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 351
On September [-]th, after Li Congzhao sent the last batch of supplies to the Guiyi Army, Zhang Zhao released Li Congxuan and thousands of Fengxiang troops as promised, and shrank all the troops to the front line from Qianzhou to Xingping, ready to return to the north. various preparations.

On September 22, Yan Jin, who had been guarding the back road of the Guiyi Army, also rushed to Xingping County with [-] cavalry. They came to worship in front of Zhang Yichao's tomb together.

At the same time, the hometowns of many members of the Guiyi Army are still in Chang'an, and the Guo family even has brothers from the same clan. They should take advantage of this time to get in touch and pay homage to their respective ancestors.

Before the collective worship of Zhang Yichao, Zhang Zhao gave the soldiers of the Guiyi Army a few days off in turn, and asked them to go to Chang'an City to play and pay homage.

Although there are only 80,000 people in Chang'an at this time, and the scenery of the past is no longer there, it still dazzles the soldiers of the Guiyi Army.

An emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and the largest Shule in Anxi has only 60,000 people. Before Zhang Zhao entered Liangzhou, there were only more than [-] people.

Even if there were only a few ruins left in Chang'an City, it would be enough to shock the 'hillies' of the Guiyi Army.

However, unlike Zhang Zhaoxiang's idea of ​​these guys returning to Chang'an to regret the present and nostalgia for the past, they simply went for nothing.

It is said that as soon as the Guiyi Army left, it directly pushed up the lowest half-closed market in Chang'an City by [-]%.

In fact, before the end of the war, Guiyi Army already had this phenomenon.

Many soldiers took out their rewards, half-buying and half-marrying the daughters of many poor families or families who suffered from military disasters.

There are also many women who can't survive and wander around the barracks in order to get some money and food. It is obvious what they can trade.

Zhang Zhao had someone maintain the military discipline a little bit, but he didn't take care of it much except for the few days when the battle was about to start.

For a feudal army, the Guiyi Army is very disciplined, but this is almost at the limit of most feudal armies, and if it is still managed, it will have a counterproductive effect.

The worship of Zhang Yichao's tomb was very big. Qinzhou Xiongwu Jiedu Kang Fu, Jinchang Army Jiedu, Jingzhao Yin An Shenqi, Huazhou Zhen Guojun Zhao Kuangzan, and even Li Congxuan sent People come to participate.

In addition to these big shots, the officials under the command of the Sanjiedushi, the officials of the six counties in Chang'an, the elders and elders from all over the country, the villagers who have been favored by Zhang Zhao, the people who have been rescued by him, thousands of people are mighty. came rushing over.

Zhang Zhao also offered a sacrifice for Zhang Yichao's tomb, which was actually a bit presumptuous, but considering that Zhang Zhao's title of county king was guaranteed, no one raised any objections, and it was assumed that Zhang Zhao enjoyed it in advance.

In front of Zhang Yichao's tomb, Zhang Zhao also built a small sacrificial temple to enshrine the tablet of his god, and arranged ten households of villagers to use it specially for cleaning and worshiping at four o'clock and eight festivals.

After everyone withdrew, Zhang Zhao walked slowly to Zhang Yichao's tablet, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

"Although I don't know what's going on here? But I think it should be summoned by the obsession of Zhang's lineage and Anxi, Hexi, and Longyou Tang'er who refused to be reduced to Hu Chen!"

Zhang Zhao's time travel is very strange, it is not soul wear, nor is it pure flesh wear, it seems to be somewhere in between.

Many times, he himself didn't know if this was a dream?Or is it real?

Only when he walks step by step can he be sure that all this is real.

Perhaps, when a certain unwilling soul meets another unwilling soul, the heaven will arrange for them to have a wonderful encounter.

"Don't worry! From now on, everyone will remember that there was a hero named Zhang Yichao. At the age of 48, he raised his arms by the Crescent Moon Spring. The hero Jing Cong saved millions of lives and made the six counties mountains and rivers Returning to the country, I will finish the road you have not walked in the future!"

Walking out of the sacrificial temple, Zhang Zhao suddenly burst out laughing. According to the time, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin is just ten years old this year, and Zhao Er will not be born until two years later.

In this way, the sorghum donkey cart drifted, and the Liao army's horses frothed and couldn't catch up with the "miracle", isn't it just about to disappear?

This is precious ghost material!
or?In the future, I will also come to the Gaoliang River to do this?
After Zhang Zhao came out of the temple, the sacrificial activities came to an end. Elders from the six counties in Chang'an prepared farewell rice wine, and the people who were shouting from the mountains and tsunami outside also brought food from their homes.

This was not arranged by Zhang Zhao, but sent up by them themselves. The common people saw the military discipline of the Guiyi Army, and they also saw Zhang Zhao's benevolence and righteousness.

More importantly, Zhang Yichao's tomb was in Chang'an, and Zhang Zhao was taken for granted by them as a native of Chang'an.

In people's minds at this time, honest officials from other places are not as reliable as corrupt officials from home.

The actual situation is also like this. In the feudal era, except for a few, honest officials and corrupt officials were relative. People in their hometown still had some scruples in many aspects.

One glass of rice wine followed another. Although the alcohol content was not high and Zhang Zhao could drink well, he was still a little drunk.

Not only him, Yan Jin, Guo Tiance and others, even Man Xiong and others were a little too drunk.

But the shouts and cries of the mountains and tsunami were still ringing out, and countless people raised their pottery bowls high and handed them to Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao had no choice but to wave his hand, "I can't drink anymore, I can only drink three more bowls!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhao took an old man's wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, and said to the old man, "Longevity is long!"

Then he took another wine bowl from a middle-aged man who was bare-armed and wearing only a pair of shorts, his eyes dodging a bit.

The man looked at Zhang Zhao in horror, as if he was about to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy.

Sure enough, the bowl was filled with water, Zhang Zhao drank it up in one gulp, raised the wine bowl high, signaled that he had finished it, and praised loudly: "Good wine!"

Cold sweat rolled down the head of the middle-aged man, and his expression was both grateful and ashamed. He didn't do this on purpose, but his family was hit by a military disaster and he had no money to buy wine.

"Brother, in the coming year, there must be a bumper harvest!" Zhang Zhao said, patting the shoulder of the middle-aged man.

"The officials are so kind and virtuous! Never forget!" The man knelt down to Zhang Zhao with tears in his eyes.

In the end, Zhang Zhao picked up a wine bowl with the boy Zongjiao still tied in it, and he drank it in one gulp, then took a jade bib from his waist and put it in the boy Zongjiao's hand.

Jade bi is something that people without a certain status can't use at this time, and poor people can't afford it, and they dare not use it.

Zhang Zhao gave this white jade biscuit to this child because his family was near Maweipo, and his two elder brothers were killed while assisting the Guiyi army to explore the way and search for the Fengxiang army.

Originally Zhang Zhao wanted to take him away, but the little boy's mother and sister refused to agree, nor did they want to leave Guanzhong.

"Xiao Lang! The future is bright!" Zhang Zhao patted the boy on the head, and the surrounding elders understood that this family must take care of one or two.

"Thanks to the kindness of the neighbors, but there is always a banquet in the world. When the country is prosperous and the people are safe, we will definitely meet again!"

In the end, Zhang Zhao bowed to the people all over the mountains and plains around him, and there was a burst of crying from all over the place.

"This feeling and this scene! How can there be no poems and essays?" A few scholars in long gowns ran out suddenly, and with Zhang Zhao's consent, they composed a few poems that still rhyme.

Although the quality is very average, the surrounding officials of Chang'an Jingzhao Mansion are a little intoxicated.

Datang!How can there be no poetry?
It's just that those days were a long time ago, and it makes sense now that they are all knife handles, and a few couldn't help it, and wrote a better poem on the spot.

Chang'an is worthy of being the imperial capital, even at this time, there is still a trace of culture left.

After setting up the atmosphere with a few tricks, Zhang Sikong was about to make a big move. He pretended to be drunk and looked around, and suddenly let out a long whistle.

"The scenery is different in the fall of the plug, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. There are sounds from all sides, thousands of mountains, and the long smoke sets and the lonely city closes.

A glass of turbid wine is home for thousands of miles, and Yan Ran has no plan to return.The Qiang pipe is long and frosty all over the ground, people can't sleep, the general's white hair is crying for his husband's tears. "

When autumn comes on the border, the scenery is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang show no nostalgia.

The mournful sounds of the frontier from all directions sounded along with the horn, in the overlapping peaks.The dusk is heavy, the sun is setting on the mountain, and the lonely city gate is closed.

Drinking a glass of old wine, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and my thoughts are full of thoughts. I think of the injustice on the frontier, the unfinished achievements, and I don’t know when I will be able to return to my hometown.

The flute of the Qiang people was melodious, and the frost spread all over the earth.It was late at night, and the soldiers couldn't sleep peacefully. Whether they were generals or soldiers, their hair was dyed white by frost and snow, so they had to cry silently.

Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride. Qiu Si" is so suitable for Zhang Zhao's mood at this time. The image of a tragic hero who guards the border for the country and bids farewell to his hometown with tears for the country is vivid on the paper.

In particular, "a glass of turbid wine and a family of thousands of miles" and "the general's white hair conscripts his husband's tears" made several officials and scribes in Chang'an burst into tears on the spot.

Not only were they moved by Zhang Zhao's feelings, but they also seemed to have returned to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

At that time, scribes and cultural people were a symbol of high status. Although martial arts were also of high status, they were not like now, insulting and killing them wantonly.

If it were Zhang Sikong, it would be great to be able to serve as the Jiedu Envoy of the Jinchang Army and Jing Zhaoyin!These are the thoughts of many people present.

The poems have been copied, and the character design has been set up. Once this poem is spread, many people, even Tebi, who is a scholar of aristocratic families, will know that in Hexi, there is a Jieshuai who is different from other tyrannical warriors.

He is both civil and military, loyal to the country, and can write poetry.

For those great talents with ambitions, ideals, and willingness to end this troubled world, there must be some who are willing to go to Hexi.

Zhang Zhao left, whether it was sincere or false, at least he left an indelible impression in the hearts of the people in Chang'an and Guanzhong.

Zhang Zhao believes that the next time he enters Guanzhong, it will be a scene of feeding the pot of oatmeal to welcome the master Wang.

When the large army and Zhang Zhao continued to go back to Liangzhou along the road of Qianzhou, Binzhou, and Weizhou, Murong Xinchang and Hu Guang led [-] elite cavalry to stay in Chang'an.

This is at An Shenqi's request. As part of the Guanzhong army, they will go east out of Tongguan to wipe out Zhang Congbin who is entrenched in Luoyang.

At the same time, this was also a blind date for Murong Nobunaga.

Besides, he will also go to Kaifeng Mansion in Tokyo to meet Shi Jingtang for Zhang Zhao.

(End of this chapter)