Qin Dynasty Novelist

They came from Xianyang and Yunzhong with the same intention, and they all urged the king of Qin to move back to the capital as soon as possible, to deal with the many urgent tasks that had been accumulated for more than two months, and the ceremony of releasing the water could come another day. To some extent, the matter of the canal came to an end.

Unfortunately, their request was rejected by Qin Wangzheng.

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Wangzheng led the camp and the officials of the Hukou shogunate out of Hukou, and rode along the wide canal bank to Ganquan.None of the monarchs and ministers expected that as soon as they came out of the mouth of the gourd, they would see black crowds on the vast canal rushing to the east in an endless stream, just like rushing to a big fair in spring.

When Li Silma asked, he realized that the people who were about to leave camp and return home followed the ancient funeral customs of the Qin people. Etiquette and customs.

"Here, who agreed on this?"

These customs and canals made Zheng Guo very strange.

"The crowd is mixed, but the same."

Hequ Cheng Li Si glanced at Zheng Guo and nodded.

"All get off their horses. I will pay respects to those Qin people who died for the canal, and walk into the sweet spring!"

Looking at the long black crowd of people on both sides of the canal, Qin Wangzheng stared at it for a long time, then he got off his horse and said loudly. Zhou Qing on the side didn't say anything, and the rest of the people beside him didn't say much. They all got off their horses and followed Qin Wangzheng towards The Ganquan, which is hundreds of miles away, travels.

A group of more than a hundred people marched, and within a short time, they merged into the vast river of human beings, and Zhou Qing's spiritual awareness spread. Although there were no problems in the deduction, the secrets of heaven were never complete.

Walking all the time, day and night, rarely resting, walking for two days and three nights, hundreds of thousands of people gathered here from around the Jingshui River Canal, densely packed, full of voices.

Dozens of big stones stand one after another in the land of Ganquan pine forest on a high and gentle terrain, surrounded by Qin soldiers. Behind each huge stone, there are dozens or hundreds of tombs.

"Brother, the river canal is completed, we are going to leave, the blood is connected, and Tianchang is not alone!"

People from all counties gathered in front of the carved stones of light soldiers, dead soldiers and common people in their own county, beating their chests and stepping around in a circle, talking in a hoarse voice, and then scattered, each looking for a rough stone, and pressed his bony hands on the rough stones. Shi rubbed violently until blood oozes from his palm.

Then strode up to the carved stone, pressed firmly on the stone, a bloody handprint pressed on the body or back of the stone, bowed solemnly, and walked away arrogantly, very simple and solemn.

Qin Wangzheng and his entourage arrived in a hurry, and thousands of people in Ganquan Pine Forest had a big accident. They stood in front of the tombstones and tombs and stared at Qin Wang at a loss.

Looking at him, the young King Qin did not speak, bowed deeply to the vast crowd who were staring at him, strode up to a rough boulder that was obviously erected on purpose by someone with a heart, and rubbed his big hands suddenly, Immediately bleeding profusely.

The tens of thousands of black and shirtless Qin people were shocked, and the silence was so quiet that only a panting was heard.Holding his bloody palm, Qin Wangzheng strode across the engraved stones, pressing each stone firmly on the large characters on the body of the stele.

Before three or five stones passed, the shirtless crowd was so excited that they rushed to rub their bleeding hands under the thick stone pillars, and followed them one after another, yelling and sighing, fulfilling their final wish of joining hands with the brothers and martyrs.

When Ying Zheng walked up to the last boulder, he pressed the last bloody handprint. Looking back, there were twenty-three boulders, each with blood flowing, and a piece of blood-red carved stone was thrilling under the summer sun.

"Jingshui Ruishi, Qin Chuan is a god!"

"Keep my canals and enrich my Great Qin!"

After finishing all this, Qin Wangzheng shouted to the countless Qin people around him.

In order to build the Jingshui River Canal, a total of more than [-] light soldiers died, and a total of more than [-] ordinary people died. All of them were buried here. Looking down from the drawing board, this place is located in the Canal The central pass.

Today, with the blood of many old Qin people, give baptism, give glory, and give an eternal promise!

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And on the first day of the first month, this is the day of the water release ceremony set by Qin Wangzheng and many officials of the Jingshui River!

After more than two months of research, the date of completion has been advanced from the end of the year to autumn planting, and then to summer planting. It seems that it is only one or two months earlier, but for the entire canal project, it is not. It's a problem.

There are green hills on both sides of the strait, and a big white stone ditch runs through the canyon.The east and west mountain plateaus are crowded with tens of thousands of men, women, old and young, with banners and flags fluttering and drums and music blaring.The cloud car in front of the Hukou shogunate came off the stage, and the king and ministers of Yingzheng were all talking at the top of their voices, even though no one could hear anyone, they still spoke cheerfully and loudly.

Near noon, the river canal Sima came to report: All the gates, aqueducts, falling water, crossing water, main canals, branch canals, and Maoqu canals outside Hukou have been surveyed again, without any mistakes.

The residents on both sides of the canal are in order, waiting for the water to be released.

Qin Wangzheng got the news, waved to Zheng Guo and Li Si and shouted, the two immediately understood, turned around and walked up to the general platform together, split the command flag, and waved the big flag on the cloud car in front of the platform three times left and right, and the drums and music all over the mountains and plains The uproar gradually subsided.

"The auspicious time has come, the king of Qin beat the drums to tell the heavens!"

The canal made Zheng Guo's passionate voice echo up and down.

"Qin King Yingzheng prayed to heaven: leading Jing to Luo, opening canals to irrigate fields, the foundation of the livelihood of the common people of Qin. The Lord of Heaven drought Qin, forcing us Qin people to fight with the sky, fighting to the death with flesh and blood, only then led Jing to flow eastward. "

"The people of Qin do not live up to the heavens, and the heavens would rather bear the country of Qin! May God protect the country of Qin, and keep the Jingshui surging and flowing continuously, and the fertile fields in Guanzhong, so that every year will be prosperous! Today Jingshui can be formed, according to the wishes of the people of the country, according to the general rules of the world, The name of the Jingshui River Canal - Zheng Guoqu!"

Qin Wangzheng also looked very joyful, bowed his hands left and right, walked slowly to the drum stand, took a pair of long drumsticks handed over by Hequ Sima, and cupped his hands to the sky again, loudly, with an extremely excited expression.

As the words fell, Qin Wangzheng's drumstick hit the cowhide drum forcefully, and the rumbling sound shook the canyon.Zheng Guo and Li Si, who were not far away on one side, were very excited, especially Zheng Guo, whose face was slightly aged due to long-term travel, and his face was radiant at the moment.

"The king of Qin named it, and cited the Jinghe canal as Zhengguo canal!"

The river canal ordered Li Si to once again announce the name of the Jingshui River Canal to many Qin people who were watching here. For this name, whether it is based on established legal practices or requested by the common people, it is the same.

"Zheng Guoqu!"

"Zheng Guoqu!"

"..."

The overwhelming sound of shouting immediately flooded the entire Jingshuihukou area, and the old Qin people who participated in the construction of the Jingshui canal cheered for it, especially the twenty-three counties of Guanzhong that benefited a lot from the canal.

"The canal ordered to open the canal to release the water!"

After a long time, Hequcheng Li Si spoke again. In an instant, Zheng Guo, who was standing tall on the stage, became the focus of attention. Although he was not good at this, at this moment, Zheng Guo was happy to do it.

Hold the folded iron ruler with one hand and extend it completely, hold the long iron ruler in your hand, meet the eyes of Qin Wangzheng, meet the eyes of Xuan Qingzi, the protector of the country, and meet the eyes of the old Qin people around.

After half a stick of incense, the river canal made Zheng Guo's iron ruler enter the water, waved his big hand, the mouth of the gourd opened, Jingshui entered Luo, and the water mist in the sky mixed with a strong dusty smell traveled eastward along the opened canal.

"Jingshui Canal, completed!"