Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 373 Jian Yong’s visit to Beijing

Spring has not completely arrived on the land of Yongliang, but the spring breeze has already blown on Jian Yong's face.

Jian Yong, who was riding a horse, swayed rhythmically with his waist and hips as the horse moved forward, which did not affect at all the writing and drawing in the small book in his hand.

Yongliang is vast, and after coming here, apart from anything else, my riding skills have really improved every day.

Not to Jian Yong's expectation, the news of Chang'an's recovery soon spread back from the front line and spread to the land of Yongliang through Shanggui where Jian Yong was guarding.

So naturally, many San Qin old people couldn't wait to embark on the road back home.

These people who had to leave their hometowns to seek a way out due to the war, now that they heard that another clan member named Liu had returned to the Three Qin Dynasty, they did not need any impassioned call, and returning home became a natural choice.

For these people who face the loess every day, they do not understand the general situation of the world and the feudal princes competing for hegemony. They just remember the history of this land hundreds of years ago.

Since Uncle Liu Huang still decides on the Three Qin Dynasty, then this troubled time should be over, right?

In this case, the beginning of spring is the right time to return home. If you walk faster on the road, you might be able to dig up the wasteland and plant wheat for a season.

Moreover, after being out for more than a year, the house should be repaired, and the water canal at the head of the village should be cleaned by two young men. After a little calculation, it was found that there was something to be busy with.

Therefore, the people passing by Shanggui were all in a hurry.

In this case, Jian Yong did not need to hesitate at all. He temporarily handed over the guarding of Shanggui to Pang De, and then mounted his horse and headed towards Chang'an even if he couldn't wait.

The scenery of the beginning of spring was just right, and Jian Yong happened to be riding on his horse to record in detail what he saw and heard when he left Longshan.

After all, when he thought of the desolate scenery of Yongliang in later generations, Jian Yong felt that every plant and tree in front of him was worth describing in detail, so that future generations would know:

Yongliang is not barren, it can also be said to be rich in water and grass.

However, the scenery in front of her still made Jian Yong feel a little sad:

One year ago, the wind and snow entered Yongliang, and he vowed to help the Lord settle in Guanzhong.

Look at the spring coming out of Longdao today, the Three Qin Dynasties are still as old as before.

But after looking back like this, Jian Yong suddenly remembered:

Where is Ma Mengqi?

Battle reports from the front line are always sent to Shanggui, so Jian Yong also knows very clearly how his lord will repay Sanqin.

Ma Meng set up a street pavilion to defeat Zhang He, collaborated with Zilong to seize Chencang, and then led the army to force Zhang He back so that he could not support Guanzhong.

These were clearly written in the battle report, but why did Changan not mention a word about Ma Mengqi later?

Jian Yong was curious in his heart, but he could only keep it in mind for the time being. After all, he was not in a hurry to go to Chang'an. He could just stroll there leisurely and treat it as an outing.

You should know where Ma Mengqi is when you arrive in Chang'an.

Going west from Shanggui is Linwei. From here, Jian Yong saw a new tomb rising in the north of Linwei County.

Buried among them should be the athletes who died in this battle.

But what is slightly novel is that there is a small ancestral hall next to the road in front of the tomb, with the word "Jing'an" written on it, and a couplet engraved on the door. Just by looking at the handwriting, you can tell that it was Kong Ming's handwriting.

The left couplet praises athletes for their bravery and valor passed down through the ages, and the right couplet prays for the peace and tranquility of heroic spirits.

The furnishings in the ancestral hall are also quite simple, with a spotless altar, three or two quietly burning incense candles, and a wordless inscription on the face of Lord Yu.

Jingan Temple is very close to the road, so many people choose to rest here. Jian Yong even saw some people handing out simple tributes on their own.

A piece of clean pancake, half a handful of seeds, and even a piece of washed grass root to satisfy hunger, these are the few things that the people can bring out.

But Jian Yong knew that the meaning behind it was even greater: ancestral temples had certain size restrictions and could not be established by the public.

The royal family has its ancestral temple, the princes and princes have their ancestral temples, and the aristocratic families have their family temples. In Guizhou, they can only offer sacrifices on the road.

Although the name of the current Jing’an Temple’s Master Yu is unknown, it was probably established in a hurry. After Chang’an was settled, manpower would definitely be sent to complete the temple.

Check the roster, record the names, and sacrifice them forever in the Spring and Autumn Period, and enjoy them with the Han Dynasty.

Jian Yong could imagine that such an action would inevitably cause dissatisfaction from the Gongqing family.

But... who cares?

Jian Yong chuckled lightly. He had also seen the light curtain and knew how prosperous the incense was in the Wuhou Temple in later generations. He could also clearly see the clear record of its history in the building named the museum in later generations.

What remains consistent from beginning to end is the emphasis on the people.

A country cannot be formed without people, and an army cannot be formed without soldiers. This is what Xuande Gong and several military advisors understand very clearly today.

So what if the Gongqing family is dissatisfied with the ancestral hall's excessive regulations? Xuande Gong also determined that San Qin was not relying on the power of others.

As a result, Jian Yong's mood became more relaxed and happy. Not only did he pay homage seriously, but he also seriously recorded the appearance of the Jing'an Temple in his notebook.

After everything was done, before turning to leave, Jian Yong heard the conversation between the two old men:

"Lao Zhang, why don't you pay homage to your eldest son?"

"Can it be done? Dalang died last year and was recruited into Cao's army..."

"Hey, I went to the cemetery behind to pay my respects. Cao Jun is also buried there. Mr. Xuande won't care about this."

"Then...bye bye?"

"Hurry up."

A whimpering cry fell into the dust, and Jian Yong sighed quietly.

Going out of the valley road to the east is Chencang. You only need to look at Chencang's low wall Jian Yong to know why it was captured by the two generals Zhao and Ma.

After all, as long as the dry season ends, there is no way to march here, so naturally there is no need to build high walls for defense.

However, the guard here may have seen the hard work of the people, so he ordered the soldiers to set up a row of tea stalls for rest, which was also recorded in Jian Yong's notebook.

Without disturbing the guard here, Jian Yong rode his horse across Chencang and continued eastward. Then the endless sight of the Qinchuan fertile land in Guanzhong, which is 800 miles away, came into Jian Yong's eyes. Jian Yong has seen a lot of the steep mountains of Bashu and is used to seeing the hills of Yongliang. The scenery in front of him now feels comfortable to Jian Yong.

Although I also went to Yongliang from here a year ago, it was the ninth winter and I was worried a lot, so it must be incomparable with this time.

Just walking and walking like this, what surprised Jian Yong was that he met an acquaintance when he arrived in Xi County.

"Dalangjun?"

"Dalangjun!"

Such a slightly nondescript title confused Jian Yong for a moment, but then he realized that he was being called himself. Following the call, Jian Yong saw an old farmer with a happy face.

Jian Yong, who has been traveling all year round, has a very good memory, so he remembered it instantly and greeted him with a big smile:

"Did I abandon the fertile land in Hanzhong again?"

Jian Yong still remembered that when Cao Jun and Han Sui and Ma Chao's coalition battled at Tongguan a year ago, he met this family who fled to Hanzhong on Baoxe Road.

At that time, the father-in-law said frankly that instead of facing the rebels, he would have fled Hanzhong and joined the Five Pecks of Rice Sect to beg for food.

Now that we meet here, we see that the old man is in good spirits, and the young son who was held in his arms is now looking at him with curiosity on his face, and there is a sense of agility in his eyes.

Most of the sadness on the faces of the two daughters disappeared. Next to the younger daughter, there was a man with a simple and honest face who was asking her about the situation intimately.

Just taking a glance at Jian Yong, he felt relieved and joked:

"Did my father come back to teach the Five Pecks of Rice religion?"

The old farmer immediately pretended to be angry: "Da Langjun is so ignorant. Old man, I farm the land with my hands, why do I need to join the Five Pecks of Rice Sect?"

After exchanging pleasantries, the two of them laughed together.

Strange to say, at that time the two of them only chatted a few words and did not have any friendship, but now they are like old friends when they see each other again, and Jian Yong even stayed overnight at the old farmer's house without any courtesy.

It is inevitable to talk about each other's experiences during nighttime chats.

It's quite simple for the old farmer. After entering Hanzhong, before he could finish debating whether to join the religion or not, the Heavenly Master of Five Pecks of Rice was beaten by Liu Huangshu's heavenly soldiers and fled north in a panic.

At first, I was still lamenting that I had not escaped the war when I fled to Hanzhong. Unexpectedly, Hanzhong quickly settled down and was even assigned fields and taught how to farm, fertilize, and irrigate.

The two daughters even learned the craft of weaving, which surprised the old farmer.

"Wouldn't it be better for me to stay in Hanzhong?"

"The emperor's uncle has also decided on the Three Qin Dynasties. The military disaster is over, why not return home?"

The old farmer asked in a matter-of-fact manner.

After being warmly received, when Jian Yong left the next day, he was pulled aside by the old farmer with a mysterious look and whispered.

After we started on the road again, some of our followers asked out of curiosity what they had just said. After all, Mr. Jian’s expression of dumbfounding just now was so obvious.

Speaking of this, Jian Yong smiled all over his face:

"My father-in-law said that since I have some talent, it would be better for me to join Xuande Gong and get a job than to make a living as a merchant."

"They also said that my face has not lost its luster since I traveled to Yongliang."

Then cheerful laughter filled the front and back of the team.

After passing Yi County, Chang'an is very close.

Seeing Chang'an again, the biggest change for Jian Yong was that this big city seemed to have a lot more life.

For example, when Jian Yong led his horse into the city gate, he looked around carefully and saw that there were no frozen corpses on both sides of the road.

As a result, because he was distracted and looking around, he was bumped into by a pair of playful boys and girls.

"Wait for me, Fox Du. The announcement said that registration will last until May. I will definitely make it!"

"Sign up early so you can feel at ease. Mr. Li is not sure if it will go well when he goes to buy a house. After signing up, he just went to ask your father if he needs help."

Seeing that they bumped into someone, the boy and girl quickly apologized, and Jian Yong waved generously to show that nothing happened.

Seeing the boy and girl walking away, Jian Yong touched his beard and felt a little sad about his age. Then he remembered the sigh of the later generations of scholars:

"It's better to be a peaceful dog than a troubled person."

Then Jian Yong couldn't help but laugh, shook his head and moved forward.

No matter Hanzhong, Chengdu or Chang'an are incomparable.

Although he didn't know where to look for Xuande Gong for a while, Jian Yong led the horse and walked around the street peacefully and leisurely.

Along the main road, the crowd brought Jian Yong to the most crowded place.

The building in front of me has been briefly repaired, so I can easily recognize it.

"Tai Xue?"

Jian Yong then looked towards the two directions where the largest crowds of people were coming, and using his height advantage, he easily saw the two signs hanging at the front:

"Agriculture registration office?"

"The registration office for Craftsmanship?"

(End of this chapter)