My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

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The confidantes who followed Zhang Liang responded one after another, and the confidants in charge of managing the convoy took Zhang Liang's order to hide in the convoy.

Not long after, the convoy of dozens of carriages and hundreds of people set off slowly and headed east.

This day is September [-]th, and tomorrow is the New Year. Zhang Liang will celebrate the New Year while traveling.

Zhao Gao, who had the same fate as Zhang Liang, was galloping through Xianyang in a four-horse chariot.

It's also a carriage, Lu Buwei and Lu Goujian's are more leisurely.

But judging from the current distance and speed of the carriage, they will still enter Xianyang before Zhao Gao.

The Xiongnu in the northwest came and went in a hurry.

In Jiuyuan, Yanmen's buttocks were kicked down by Meng Tian before it was hot.

These two cities and counties, which have changed hands twice in a row in less than half a month, will enter the new year with inexhaustible blood.

Shangjun, the northwest barrier, was full of joy. Under the leadership of Prince Ying Fusu, everyone celebrated the new year with joy.

Prince Ying Fusu is looking forward to what kind of surprise his uncle will bring him after the new year.

Stuttering, Han Fei was also waiting, waiting for the reform to be fully implemented in Shangjun after the new year.

Alcoholic Li Mu hasn't been drunk for a long time.

He would always stand at the head of Shangjun City, looking to the northwest, where the barbarians belonged and where he fought.

Li Mu's eyes still have longing and longing, which is the instinct of a generation of military disciples leading famous generals to expand their territories.

But he won't look for too long, because Shangjun seems more suitable for him to show his talents than there.

Exploiting the land for thousands of miles is nothing compared to being famous in history.

Wu Qi, the sub-sage of military strategists, is the most famous. What is included in the history books is not the training of Wei Wu soldiers, but the implementation of reforms.

In the far eastern Qi, Wang Jian, the god of the Great Qin Army, teased his grandson Wang Li, and looked at Wang Li, who was dancing with a spear and sticking a stick, feeling relieved and worried.

Wei Liao, the former captain of the Great Qin State, lived leisurely, with a small feast on three days and a big feast on five days.

Whether it is a local tyrant or an expatriate Qin official in Kuaiji County, they all get along well, and they don't look like they were alone in Xianyang.

Except that he still likes to say the words "mean and ungrateful", it can be said that he has completely changed his person.

Daqin's current state captain, Ying Chengxi, had a gloomy face, and was overthrown, and Zhang Han "invited" him to Xianyang Palace.

Tomorrow's Wax Festival, Ying Chengxun will attend with Shi Huangdi.

The first emperor was afraid that he would not be able to find Ying Chengxun at that time, so he simply placed Ying Chengxue in Xianyang Palace one night in advance.

dong dong dong~
The sound of the drums shook away the gloom of Xianyang at night, and the trembling drums brought infinite vitality to Xianyang.

There is no curfew in Xianyang tonight.

The people beat the big drum made of animal skin conditionally, and beat it again and again, using the strength to kill people.

In the custom of the Qin Dynasty, on the day before the new year, drums were used to drive away the ghosts of plague, which is also the origin of the "New Year's Eve" festival.

If there are no conditions, they will knock on the door panel a few times, which means that the expulsion is over.

Although the dull sound was not as ethereal and grand as the drums, it was more down-to-earth.

In front of the door of the rich family, the statues of gods and Yu Lei will be carved with peach stalks, and hung in front of the two doors to avoid the intrusion of demons and ghosts.

Shen Tu, Yu Lei, and Qin Qiong and Yu Chi Gong hung on the doors of the later families are all door gods.

According to rumors, these two gods are good at catching ghosts, so the Qin people carved statues of them and hung them on the door.

The ancestors of these two door gods were thousands of years earlier than the two later generations of door gods.

The statue of Shentu hangs on the left door panel. It is dressed in colorful battle armor, has a majestic face, a mighty posture, and holds a halberd in his hand. It looks fierce at first glance.

The portrait of Yu Lei hangs on the right door panel. Compared with Shen Tu, he looks much more amiable.Wearing a black battle robe, his expression appeared to be leisurely and comfortable, and there were no magical weapons or sharp weapons in his hands.

People in Qin believed that Shentu and Yulei would protect their houses and drive away ghosts.

The essence of this kind of thinking is the anxiety caused by years of war, not knowing what the future holds.

Manpower can't be autonomous, so it can only entrust the good wishes of eliminating disasters and avoiding disasters, seeking good fortune and avoiding evils to the gods-door gods Shentu and Yu Lei.

The state of Qin, who is happy when they hear the war, does not like wars in essence, but wars will make their lives better, so that they can eat enough and live well.

Qin people like to fight, but they yearn for peace, stability, and ordinary life more than people from other countries.

This is very contradictory, but in fact, no family will not cry when their son or husband died in battle.

Not everyone has the realm of Chuang Tzu. The loving Xi Jun is not only not sad when he dies, but also jumps for joy, beating gongs and drums-in this era, Taoist Chuang Tzu is not popular, and all schools of thought regard him as a madman .

This phenomenon of life and death is especially prominent among poor families and ordinary people.

Therefore, they value the protection of door gods more than those rich and powerful families.

But the carvings of Shen Tu and Yu Lei, ordinary people don't have that spare money, smart working people have come up with cheap alternatives.

You can't get peach stems, but you can always get peach trees.

They would draw two statues of gods directly on the peach wood—whether it looks like another story, anyway, they were painted.

Then mention Shentu's name on the left, and Yu Lei's name on the right-some of them don't draw, just write the name directly.

During this period of time, every household needs someone who can read and write. I am very busy and very happy.

Neighbors will bring peach trees and some cheap food - corn, millet, etc., to ask for help to name Shentu and Yulei.

These two peach trees will be hung on both sides of the door on the afternoon of New Year's Eve to suppress evil and drive away ghosts. This is the original peach charm.

In later generations, mahogany has more attributes of warding off evil spirits, exorcising ghosts, and breaking evil spirits, and that's where it came from.

The origin of mahogany to ward off evil spirits is very early, as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

"Warring States Policy. Qi Policy Three" said that when Meng Changjun planned to enter Qin, Su Qin told him a fable about clay puppets and peach stems, and persuaded him. Think people."

This proves that in the Warring States Period, there was already a practice of peeling peach trees for human beings.

"Zhuangzi" also contains: "Put peach branches in the house, even ashes under them. Boys enter without fear, but ghosts fear it."

Since peach branches are placed outside the door, children will not be afraid to walk casually, and ghosts will not dare to come.

The earlier record that peach wood has the effect of warding off evil spirits comes from "Zuo Zhuan", which records that the ancients used peach wood bows to perform disaster relief ceremonies.

The ethereal and majestic sound of drums and the dull and down-to-earth sound of the door panels sounded all night long.

Whether it's a portrait, or a portrait, or the word "Shen Tu", Yu Lei is all equally brave.

In the dark night, majestic and majestic, expelling all the demons and ghosts from the gate house, there is no ghost talk in Xianyang overnight.

The sky is white, and the light reappears in the world.

Shen Tu, who had been busy all night, and Yu Lei hurried to take a break with the newcomers Shen Nong and Hou Ji after shifts.

Needless to say, Shennong is the legendary founder of the farm, one of the ancestors of China, and the sun god.

Hou Ji is the ancestor of the Zhou people, another agricultural representative who led the Zhou people to cultivate, the God of Valley.

The arrival of these two gods who were human in life and conferred gods after death heralds the coming of the New Year.

October [-]st, Wax Festival.

Wax Festival is a long-standing festival that can be traced back to the Xia Dynasty.

The earliest recorded wax sacrifice is in the "Book of Rites". In the "Book of Rites", there is a dialogue between Confucius and his disciple Zi Gong, which mentions the wax sacrifice:
Zigong sees wax.

Confucius said: "Is it a joy to give?"

Confrontation said: "Everyone in a country is crazy, and it is also fun to give unknown."

The Master said: "The wax of a hundred days, the brilliance of a day, is not known to you. If it is stretched but not relaxed, it is impossible for civil and military. If it is relaxed but not stretched, it is impossible for civil and military. If it is stretched and relaxed, it is the way of civil and military."

Zigong followed Confucius to watch the annual wax sacrifice.

Confucius asked Zi Gong: "Look at these people, do you think they are happy?"

Zi Gong replied: "The whole city is ecstatic, but I don't know why they are so happy?"

Confucius said: "The common people have worked hard for a year, and they can take advantage of the wax festival to be happy for a day. Their happiness must not be known by rich children like you. If you always pull the bowstring very tight, don't relax it. With one stroke, the bowstring loses its elasticity, and even King Wen and King Wu couldn’t do it.”

"If you only relax but not tense, even King Wen and King Wu can't do anything. Only the combination of leniency and strictness, and the combination of relaxation and relaxation, is the way to govern the country."

This conversation is one piece of one piece, and the source of the way of civil and military affairs is a metaphor that governing the country must be lenient and strict, not blindly strict and not blindly loose.

And as the word "pine" represents, it is the wax festival.

Even in Qin, which is famous for its strictness, there is no taboo in wax sacrifice, and there is joy and joy.

Xianyang City.

East, west, north, south, four doors wide open.

The sound of gongs and drums, the cheers and laughter of the crowd, excited shouts and unscrupulous chats.

Following the fall of the four heavy and old city gates, Xianyang, which should have been a rigid and harsh city, sprang out.

On this day, pedestrians on the street can chat freely, and various places in Xianyang City can also walk around at will.

They will no longer be captured by the city defense army, and they will not go to the Great Wall or the Imperial Mausoleum to serve their sentences.

There were hundreds of horse-drawn carriages, and the ox carts drove out of Xianyang City, and under the driving of a skilled driver, they headed for Yongcheng, not far away, where the ancestors of the Ying family were enshrined.

The originally spacious driveway seemed very crowded at this time, and the sound of the wooden wheels spinning had never stopped since it started.

There are five extremely luxurious carriages in this huge convoy, and they look much better than other carriages from the outside.

Whether it is the tall and miraculous horse pulling the carriage, or the driver who is obviously much higher than the other drivers, or the Great Qin totem black bird carved on the carriage, all fully illustrate the nobility of these five carriages.

These five luxurious carriages all belonged to the First Emperor.

There was only one Emperor Shi Huang, so the carriages were out of five and four were empty.

Among them was only one carriage, in which sat the First Emperor Yingzheng and the Lord of Chang'an Ying Chengxi.

"Tell me how hated you are!"

Ying Chengyu was lying in the spacious carriage, with layers of tiger skins stacked under him.

This was specifically requested by Ying Chengyu before his trip. He is very fond of tigers and pandas, two nationally protected animals—he is not willing to kill pandas.

Can lie on so many tiger skins, who wants cotton, isn't this much better than a quilt?

Ying Chengxi tapped on the carriage, making a "tuk-tuk" sound, listening to the hustle and bustle outside.

Contemptuously said: "To go to Yongdi to worship ancestors, you have to prepare five carriages. Are you so afraid of death?"

Ying Chengxun didn't mention his name, but besides Ying Chengxun himself, there was only Shi Huangdi in the carriage.

With an angry look on his face, Emperor Shi Huang dropped the half-read memorial and said impatiently: "Are you finished? When I see you today, I will make fun of you. Can you shut your mouth!"

Ying Chengxun, who was full of resentment, sneered and ridiculed all morning, but Emperor Shi Huang didn't respond.

Now that Emperor Shi Huang responded, Ying Chengxu immediately got excited and sat up suddenly.

"Am I wrong?"

Picking up two volumes of unapproved memorials, Emperor Shi Huang hurled them at Ying Chengxue, which definitely contained personal grievances.

"If you are energetic, please approve two volumes for me, don't gossip here!"

The first emperor ruled the world, creating an unprecedented situation, but the resentment he aroused was also unprecedented. There are many people in the world who want to kill the first emperor.

Ying Chengxue's words were correct, but because they were true and could not be refuted, Emperor Shi Huang was very annoyed.

Slapping back the two scrolls of bamboo slips, Ying Chengxun smiled coldly: "Why do I love you so much?"

Ying Chengxun, who failed to resign smoothly, guessed that Emperor Shihuang had seen through his thoughts, and now he completely let himself go.

Brother Christine?

Shit!

How happy I am!
Anyone who dares to let me go to work is my enemy!

"You want to seize my throne, and I will let you hold a wax sacrifice with me to pass on your fame. You should be happy..."

"Pretend, keep pretending, I'll see how long you can pretend." Ying Chengxue interjected with a sneer, and said, "They're all foxes for thousands of years, what are you talking about with me?"

The First Emperor frowned, turned his eyes coldly, and said: "I remember talking about Liaozhai. You used ghosts to describe people in that "Liao Zhai" and blamed me for being strict in governance. Do you think I can't see it?"

"Bah, that was written by Pu Songling, what does it have to do with me, Ying Chengxu?"

"You're not too young, so don't do such childish things?"

The two brothers bickered about this skill.

The huge convoy is gradually moving away from Xianyang and approaching Yongdi.

From Xianyang to Yongdi, the road has always been a commuting road, and there are no mountains, winding paths and deep forests.

There are only green pine trees on both sides of the road, which grow denser year by year and become more and more gloomy, but today the gloom is washed away by the celebration, and it seems to be welcoming for the first emperor to worship the ancestors.

Such unobstructed terrain and conditions, in the eyes of military disciples, are extremely bad at ambush and hiding places.

Even if Li Mu, who is famous for his flying soldiers and is good at hiding soldiers in the most unlikely places to hide soldiers, is called, it is difficult to ambush five hundred elite soldiers on both sides of this smooth and spacious road.

There is a distance of ten feet between each green pine tree, no matter how thick and tall the trunks of these green pine trees are, they cannot hide too many soldiers and horses, and hide too many human figures.

It was under such a disadvantaged road that a strong man was shirtless, and his scars were covered by an unknown green liquid.

He was standing on a green pine tree, at the root of a thick branch, his whole body was covered by a dense crown of pine needles, and his eyes were fixed on the distance.

Holding the tree trunk with one hand, he buckled his five fingers in and held it firmly.

In the other hand, he held a big hammer that was about the same height as everyone else.

With the hammer head down, he placed it on another branch.

It looks weird if the hammer is not on the same branch, but there is nothing you can do about it.

This hammer is too heavy, if it is on the same branch as him, even if this branch is the thickest branch of a hundred-year-old green pine, it will not be able to withstand the weight of the two of them.

Even if they were separated in this way, the branches that were not inferior to the branches stepped on by the strong man with the hammer were pressed down by one meter, and there were obvious cracks at the connection with the main trunk of the green pine.

The real name of the strong man is unknown to the world, because the weapon in his hand is a huge hammer that ordinary people struggle to even lift, so the world calls it a big hammer.

When Zhang Liang fled from Xinzheng, he didn’t protect Zhang Liang by his side, but came here—the two ends of Chidao in Xianyang Zhishang County, beside a green pine tree.

On New Year's Eve, he slept under this green pine tree.

The sky did not clear, but he had already climbed onto the green pine tree.

The terrain here cannot hide 500 people, but it is more than enough to hide one person.

In the eyes of military disciples, one person's power is so insignificant that he cannot decide the outcome of a battle.

But in Zhang Liang's eyes, one person may not be able to lead an army to victory by bravery.

But at some point, one person can decide the direction of the whole world.

"I didn't arrive last time, so I will make up for it this time." The big hammer stared at the dust rising in the distance and muttered to himself.

The last time he talked about was Jing Ke assassinating Qin.

That huge assassination operation against Qin had not yet begun, Tian Guang died for keeping the secret, and Qin rebel General Fan Yuqi offered his head.

On the banks of the Yishui River, the farewell sound of "the wind is blowing and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone" has been eulogized for thousands of years.

Jing Ke, a strong man who never returned, was written by Tai Shigong and was praised by Lu Xun as "the swan song of historians, Li Sao without rhyme". It is the authority for later generations to study Chinese history-"Historical Records".

In fact, there should have been a sledgehammer in that grand event, and there should have been a sledgehammer in "Historical Records"—if Yan Crown Prince Ji Dan hadn't been so anxious to urge.

"Warring States Policy" contains:
Jing Ke has something to wait for, and he wants to share it with him. He lives in the far future, so he just keeps it.

He didn't send it out for a while, and the prince was late. He suspected that he had repented, so he asked again: "The day is running out, and Jing Qing has no intentions? Dan, please send Qin Wuyang first!"

Jing Ke is angry.

He scolded the crown prince and said: "Those who go today and don't turn back are also Lizi! Today, I carry a dagger into the unpredictable strong Qin, and those who stay here as servants will wait for my guests. The crown prince is late now, please resign!"

Suifa.

Jing Ke was waiting for another helper, and wanted to go with him. The man lived far away and had not yet arrived, so he stayed and waited for him.

After a while before leaving, Prince Dan felt that Jing Ke was leaving too late, suspected that he had changed his mind and regretted it, and asked Jing Ke to say: "The time is almost up, doesn't Jing Qing want to go? Please allow me to send Qin Wuyang first!"

Jing Ke was angry.

He scolded the prince and said: "If you go today and can't come back to your life, you are useless. Now I only carry a dagger to go deep into the unpredictable and violent Qin State. The reason why I stay is to wait for a helper to go with me. Now the prince thinks it’s too late to leave, so I’ll say goodbye.”

So off we go.

Big Iron Hammer was the person Jing Ke was waiting for back then.

"Young Master said that the King of Qin is extravagant and licentious, and he is very happy. The most luxurious carriage is where the King of Qin is, but..."

The convoy approached in the distance, but the sun was covered by geese, armored vehicles were like clouds, rows of geese passed by, and groups of geese were approaching.

The big iron hammer stared at the five luxurious carriages in the distance, which were unique among all the carriages.

My mind was a little down, and I muttered with a splitting headache: "Young master, what if there are five?"

Unsteady in his mind, he subconsciously exerted some force on his hand, and the branch where the big hammer was held by the big hammer made a clear creaking sound.

The branches were already bearing a weight they shouldn't have to bear, and the big hammer unconsciously increased the weight, making the branches overwhelmed.

The big hammer was taken aback, and hastily raised its weapon a little.

If such a large branch falls at this time, such an abnormal phenomenon will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the officials who guarded the first emperor.

He can't be said to be careful this time, but the murder that is surprising enough is a fall short.

The big hammer hastily changed the weapon to another branch, looked at the broken place with fear, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

weight!

A wagon with people in it weighs differently than a wagon with no one in it.

There is only one king of Qin, so he will only ride in one, and the carriage he rides in is lighter than the other four carriages.

I see which carriage has the least bumps, it must be the one that King Qin is riding in, hahahaha!

Sledgehammer was overjoyed at the unexpected discovery. This was the first time he had solved a problem through intellect instead of force, and it was still such a big problem.

If the young master knows, he should also praise me a lot.

As he was thinking, he looked down condescendingly at the five luxurious carriages in the convoy that was getting closer and closer to him.

"Why is this road so bumpy?" Ying Chengxun complained, and said, "You know you have to worship your ancestors, so you didn't fix this road first? Why did you give you the cement?"

Today's Chidao has not been paved with cement, but is tamped with yellow sand that has been stir-fried with salt.

But no matter how solid this era is, after a certain number of years, under the ravages of wind, rain, sun, and horse stirrups, it will still be bumpy.

I am a god?

Can one road be repaired in a month?
What's more, I don't get bumpy when I approve memorials, but you're lying on eighteen layers of animal skins and you're going to have a fart bump!
Damn it!

The first emperor was angry, so he couldn't bear to ignore his brother, and accelerated his approval of the memorial.

The big hammer on the green pine tree stared dumbfoundedly, about to explode his eyes.

"These five cars...how come the ups and downs are the same..."

He doesn't understand.

"Brother Huang, you are really afraid of death." Ying Chengxu continued to taunt, talking nonsense, "Before we set off, we weighed four stones with the same weight as the two of us and put them on the four carriages."

"If you hadn't obstructed me, I would have let real people go up. Stones are dead things after all, and they are different from living people. If you go up in the future, you have to be so cautious." Emperor Shi Huang lowered his head and warned while approving the memorial.

"Come on, stop talking nonsense." Ying Chengxue said annoyedly: "Aren't you tired of being so busy every day? If you can't, get back early and let the eldest nephew go up, so that the younger generation can survive. Also, you tell me to be pressed in the carriage , What is the difference between a stone and a living person?"

The First Emperor said softly: "You must do your best in everything, and you must act like this in governing the country. You can't always think about the same. I can't tell the difference between the two, but it's always better to be alive.

"Fusu is still too immature, but you. The turmoil in Yingdu has been reduced a lot, and the ballad you made up is indeed useful..."

Just pull me to work!
When Ying Chengxi heard this, he became even more depressed.

He turned over and sat up, walked to the front of the carriage, and lifted the curtain to let in air.

The figure of the first emperor reviewing the memorial, along with the figure of Ying Chengxun, was exposed to the condescending eyes of the big hammer who looked at him from the sky.

"found it!"