Compared to more than a thousand years later, Qin Zhidao was buried in the long river of time, buried in the yellow sand and grass and never saw the light of day.
Although the Qinzhidao in the Three Kingdoms era was strategically shrinking in the middle and late Han Dynasty, many sections of the road were left unmaintained and lost their original smoothness.
But it can barely carry the team without causing them to lose their direction.
This made Feng Junhou have to lament the quality of the work of the figurine Kuangmo - thinking of the artificial stone Shuangnan Avenue that he personally supervised and built, but it only took about ten years to renovate it.
Feng Junhou was really a little ashamed.
"If the Han Dynasty really wants to consolidate the hometown of Jiuyuan, I'm afraid it won't be possible to merge the states alone. Shuofang County is really too far away from Taiyuan."
"It is still necessary to repair the Qin Straight Road, imitate the Qin system, and build military cities along the way. At the worst, we must also imitate the Qishan Road and build postal stations along the way."
Feng Junhou was tired from riding, so he simply ran to Li Mu's carriage to rest.
He raised the curtain of the carriage, looked at the vast wild world, and said to General Guan who was riding next to the carriage.
According to what has been discovered these days, signs of desert have begun to appear two to three hundred miles west of Qinzhi Road.
Although it is not serious, it is enough to attract Feng Junhou's attention.
In the future, the northern section of Qinzhi Road will disappear into the sand, and it will take three feet of digging to determine it.
It's just that during the Little Ice Age, the climate was already abnormal, and the constant precipitation line moved southward.
The Han Dynasty at this time did not have the ability of future generations to transform the desert.
So Feng Junhou knew that deserts were beginning to appear in later generations, but he could only watch helplessly.
The only thing he can do is to minimize human contribution to the desertification process.
The natural desertification process may take hundreds or even thousands of years.
But as long as humans join in, this process may be shortened to hundreds or even decades.
Therefore, he must control Yinshan and limit the activities of the barbarians within a certain range.
At the same time, we will promote livestock breeding in captivity to minimize damage to the water and soil of the Hetao.
Not only for future generations, but also for the Han Dynasty to control the Loop for a longer period of time.
General Guan also looked into the distance and said:
"I heard that Qin Shihuang mobilized 300,000 people to build this road, and the money and food supplies were overwhelming."
"If Alang wants to completely restore Qin Zhidao, I'm afraid it won't be that simple."
Feng Junhou sighed:
"No matter how difficult it is, we have to do it. After all, in addition to consolidating the Jiuyuan hometown, the future foundation of the Xinghan Society will also be in the north."
General Guan nodded, pursed his lips again, and suddenly said:
"It would be great if Kebineng's tribe were still there. At least 40,000 to 50,000 laborers could be squeezed out. If we add in the barbarians outside the Great Wall and get more labor, we could still have 70,000 to 80,000 people."
"Coupled with the engineering team in Alang's hands, if we slowly build it for a few years, I'm afraid it will be even better than Qin Shi Huang's."
Feng Junhou looked at General Guan's regretful expression and twitched the corner of his mouth.
I don’t know which switch General Guan Da turned on unintentionally. Whenever he mentioned a big project, he would immediately think of going out to seize barbarians as laborers.
Recalling that he had just compared Shuangnan Avenue in Hanzhong with Qin Zhidao, Feng Junhou felt embarrassed about his own confidence:
"Xijun is joking, how can I dare to compare with Qin Shihuang about building roads?"
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After the team arrived at Qiaoshan, Li Mu had to get off the car and start riding his horse.
The Qinzhi Road, which has not been maintained for nearly a hundred years, has begun to become unsuitable for horse-drawn carriages in its mountainous sections.
In addition to the tug-of-war between Jiang Wei and Guo Huai at Qiaoshan last year, both sides dug many deep ditches and trenches to block the other side's attack.
This further led to the deterioration of road conditions.
After crossing Qiaoshan and officially entering Guanzhong, the road became easier to walk on.
The section of Qinzhi Road in Guanzhong has been regarded as an official road for hundreds of years.
Especially when Sima Yi was building the bridge and mountain fortifications, he also specially repaired the Qin Zhidao in Guanzhong, which now gave Feng Junhou an advantage.
From Qiaoshan, Qinzhi Road can lead directly to Chang'an.
Guanzhong in September has entered the end of the autumn harvest.
Officials from various places are nervously counting the local people's grain harvest, and after the statistics are completed, they have to report to Chang'an.
This is to prevent Changan from being unprepared when winter comes due to insufficient local food rations.
So when Feng Junhou's team entered the city, Secretary Zhang Da, who was staying in Chang'an, did not arrange for anyone to come to greet them.
It wasn't until he arrived in front of the government office that a crisp voice suddenly sounded: "Sir!"
Following the cry, two small figures rushed towards Feng Junhou who was getting off his horse.
Feng Junhou laughed, hugged Shuangshuang and Ah Chong one by one, and kissed each of them.
"Sir, I want it too, I want it too!"
Ah Shun, who was already five years old, could not run as fast as his elder sister and elder brother. He was beaten by his elder sister and elder brother. He was so anxious that he hugged the adults' legs and jumped and screamed.
"Okay, okay, you come too."
Feng Junhou lowered his head, put both hands on his neck with one arm, and then picked up Ah Shun.
That is to say, Feng Junhou has been exercising all year round and often fighting on the battlefield. He is quite strong and strong, so he can easily carry his three children.
Zhang Xingyi and Amei, holding three two-year-old children, stood at the door of the government office.
"came back?"
Zhang Xiaosi pretended to say hello calmly in front of everyone.
Feng Junhou had both hands riding on his neck. He couldn't nod, so he just responded: "Yes, I'm back."
"I respectfully welcome you back to your home."
Compared to Zhang Xiaosi, Amei seems much gentler.
"well."
"Still not coming down? Don't you want to ride an adult across the gate? What does it look like!"
General Guan Da followed up and scolded his eldest daughter with a cold face.
Both of them didn't dare to speak. They quickly hugged Feng Junhou's head and tried to escape.
Feng Junhou was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly put Ah Chong and Ah Shun down, and then held his daughter down with his backhand.
"My child has met my mother!"
Two pairs of Ah Chong and Ah Shun stood in a row and respectfully saluted General Guan.
General Guan then nodded with satisfaction.
Then the three children saluted Li Mu who was following General Guan:
"I've met Aunt Mu."
Li Mu stretched out his hands and said, "Good boy, get up quickly."
Probably because I saw my sister and brother’s actions, I thought it was very funny.
The three two-year-old little babies behind broke free from the hands of Zhang Xiaosi and Amei, and started yelling:
"My lord, grandma!"
While running over, stumbling and stumbling.
Feng Junhou laughed again, bent down and picked up the two.
Li Mu, who had not seen his child for a long time, was finally able to follow Feng Junhou's movements and step forward to hug his child tightly.
"Let's go, let's talk about it back home."
After bathing in the backyard and washing off the dust on his body, he checked the homework of the three children to confirm that they had not neglected their studies.
"Bah bang bang!"
As expected, after a few months, General Guan once again picked up the whip and slapped his palms and buttocks several times.
Both of them pursed their mouths, their big eyes full of tears, but they didn't dare to cry out.
She turned her head and looked towards Feng Junhou.
Feng Junhou quickly averted his eyes, not daring to look at his daughter.
Ah Chong wanted to slip away quietly.
General Guan Da stepped up and picked him up with a few more "snap, snap, snap" sounds.
Ah Chong was not as strong as his sister, and cried "Wow".
Feng Junhou sighed.
General Guan Da always has too high demands on his children.
Ah Shun, who was hiding quietly in the corner, was watching everything in front of him in horror.
My sister and brother, who were usually invincible in my eyes, were like weak chickens under my mother's hands, without the slightest resistance.
Ah Shun was physically weak when he was born.
Although he gradually grew stronger due to his relatively adequate nutrition, his talent was still somewhat inferior to that of his elder sister and elder brother.
His martial arts training is no match for Shuangshuang, and his writing skills are no match for Ah Chong.
But one advantage he has is balance.
Every time he was tested, he happened to pass General Guan's passing line. It was an amazing little guy.
At this time, a head appeared at the door and was peeking into the room.
Who is it if it’s not Zhang Xiaosi?
Judging from her gloating expression, she probably hasn't been tortured by Shuangshuang and Ah Chong in the past few months.
Feng Junhou rubbed his forehead and got up to go out before General Guan found Zhang Xiaosi.
He closed the door and shut in the crying in the room, and asked:
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Xiaosi looked at the closed door unwillingly, and then said:
"Letter from Luoyang."
"Luoyang? Oh, have you finally restored contact with Luoyang?"
Feng Junhou was overjoyed.
There has been no news about the hidden line in Luoyang for more than half a year.
In addition, it was confirmed that Yang Yi had surrendered to the enemy, which made Feng Junhou even more worried.
That's why he didn't hesitate to send his master Han Long to Wei to inquire about the news.
"Not only Mi Shiyilang, but also..."
Having said this, Zhang Xiaosi looked around and realized that this was not a good place to talk, "Follow me."
After returning to Zhang Xiaosi's own small courtyard and driving all the servants out of the house, Zhang Xiaosi took out a letter:
"Sima Yi from Luoyang sent someone to deliver a letter to you."
"who?!"
Feng Junhou subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but stopped halfway.
He couldn't believe his ears. His eyes widened and he looked at Zhang Xingyi.
"Sima Yi."
Zhang Xingyi said something affirmative again, then thrust the letter into his hand, lay back on the chair, and exhaled:
"To be honest, after I found out about this, just like you, I couldn't believe it."
Feng Junhou looked at the letter in his hand and saw that the seal had been opened.
Obviously, Zhang Xiaosi should have read it in advance.
Feng Junhou's tour of the two states will take at least several months, and the return date is uncertain.
Therefore, he entrusted Zhang Xiaosi with full authority to handle the political affairs in Guanzhong.
What's more, husband and wife are one body, so Zhang Xiaosi has the right to open Sima Yi's letter.
"What did he say in the letter?"
Feng Junhou threw the letter on the table and didn't bother to read it - it would be embarrassing if it was in elegant parallel prose and he couldn't understand it.
"Yang Yi confessed the detailed work sent by the Prime Minister, and he wanted to exchange the detailed work in his hand with us."
"Exchange? Exchange for what?"
Feng Junhou immediately thought of supplies.
After all, Sima Yi had a large army in his hands, and there was a high probability that he and Xuchang were inseparable from each other.
It is not unimaginable that he would like to leave Xuchang and collect supplies privately.
"people."
"People? What people?"
Feng Junhou was even more strange.
"Wang Shuang, and Deng Ai's bones."
Wang Shuang?
Feng Junhou thought for a moment and then remembered that he was the Wei general captured by Jiang Wei in the Jingshui Valley.
"Hmm...exchange? This is a good thing..."
Feng Junhou was only halfway through his words when Zhang Xiaosi interrupted him in an unladylike manner: "What a fart!"
Feng Junhou looked at Zhang Xiaosi with some surprise.
Only then did I realize that she seemed a little irritable at this time.
"What's wrong?"
"Wang Shuang is a surrendered general, surrendered general! He has already surrendered to the Han Dynasty. If you send him back to Wei State now, who will dare to trust the Han Dynasty in the future? Who will dare to surrender to the Han Dynasty?"
When Feng Junhou heard this, he reacted and frowned:
"Yeah, I didn't think about this level for a while."
He hesitated for a moment before he really reacted:
"Cao! Sima Yi, this old yinbi, he is setting a trap!"
Only then did Zhang Xiaosi roll his eyes at Feng Junhou.
After all, I'm not stupid enough yet.
After hanging out with Guan Hunu for a few months, I thought he would be like Tiger Girl and become less thoughtful.
"If we exchange, it will damage Dahan's credibility, but if we don't exchange, who will dare to serve Dahan to the death in the future?"
Feng Junhou's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Sima Yi's proposal is simply putting us on the fire."
The emperor of the Han Dynasty governed the world with benevolence and filial piety, and the soldiers of the Han Dynasty repaid the country with loyalty and righteousness.
If he openly gave up his detailed work in Wei at this time, it would be tantamount to destroying the foundation of the late emperor's founding of the country.
To devote all the troops of the country to avenge Guan Laojun may not be the impulse that a qualified king should have.
But for the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, this is righteousness.
They like this kind of righteousness.
If the king regards his ministers as his hands and feet, then his ministers will regard him as his heart; if his ministers regard his ministers as dogs and horses, his ministers will regard him as a fellow countryman; if his ministers regard his ministers as earth and mustard, then his ministers will regard him as a bandit.
Sima Yi's move was not simply about exchanging hostages, it was also a test and a demonstration.
Feng Junhou picked up the letter and pinched it twice, but still did not open it and read:
"For things like this, even if I'm not in Chang'an, you should have sent someone back to Hanzhong earlier."
"You think I didn't send it?" Zhang Xiaosi rolled his eyes at him again and said, "I had already sent someone to secretly send this news back to the palace."
"However, this matter was suppressed by the palace and was not discussed in the court. Only a few people in the court knew about it."
Feng Junhou didn't know why: "Why?"
"Why? Once this matter is made public, no matter what we do, we will be at a disadvantage. The less people know about it, the smaller the impact."
Needless to say, this must be the opinion of the queen in the palace.
"Then have you figured out a way?"
Zhang Xiaosi did not answer immediately, but his eyes were a little wandering:
"There is no good solution at the moment, but my sister said that the emperor had better not get involved in this matter."
"What do you mean?" Feng Junhou became more and more confused, "What do you mean the emperor should not interfere? Oh, I understand."
Feng Junhou expressed his contempt:
Don't you just want the little fat guy to be a white lotus?
"So what does the queen mean?"
"Send a minister to do this in private. This person must have a noble status and a high status. At the same time, he must have sufficient autonomy."
"If you have the power and ability to accomplish this without reporting anything to the emperor, then you can win Sima Yi's trust."
Zhang Xiaosi glanced at Feng Junhou secretly, and then quickly looked away:
"As long as the emperor didn't personally give the order, it doesn't count as the man's will. After the matter is completed, it would be best if it is not leaked."
"If someone leaks it deliberately, the emperor can only pretend to punish his ministers."
The more Zhang Xiaosi spoke, the softer his voice became:
"Others will say that someone is acting in private, and they won't say that the big man broke his promise to the surrendered general..."
When Feng Junhou heard this, his face gradually became expressionless. He looked at Zhang Xiaosi steadily and asked quietly:
"This person you are talking about, is he your Alang?"
Zhang Xiaosi lowered his head and wrung his hands, then put his thumb in his mouth and chewed it, but did not dare to look up at Feng Junhou.
She could only hear her saying vaguely: "It seems...it seems so?"
Feng Junhou stood up suddenly and cursed angrily:
"What do you mean, just say his surname is Feng Mingyong! General Guan said you always forget your child's surname, and it turns out you were right!"
damn it!
Because my identity is valuable enough, my status is high enough, my power is powerful enough, and I can decide all matters in Guanzhong independently, so I should take the blame for the emperor?
Feng Junhou took two steps back and forth, then turned to look at Zhang Xiaosi, who looked aggrieved and about to shed tears.
He groaned bitterly, but finally didn't have the heart to scold him anymore.
Because he knew that Zhang Xiaosi had no control over this matter, she was just conveying the wishes of the queen in the palace.
If it weren't for the fact that the Empress of Han Dynasty was Zhang Xiaosi's biological sister, Feng Junhou would have wanted to be her mother-in-law.
"Damn it! Some people say that I am a clever man, and that I am ruthless."
"Now that I really want to do this, am I afraid that even the people of Wei will say that I am a villain who doesn't keep his word?"
Although the Queen's idea was very wicked, Xiao Wenhe also knew that there was really no way out of this solution.
Such matters must be handled by the people most trusted by the royal family, so that the palace can rest assured.
If others want to do it, they may not be qualified yet.
Just thinking that he was the one who took the blame, Feng Junhou became angrier and angrier, and couldn't help but curse:
"Sima Yi, this old turtle!"
Can we only say that he is worthy of being an old Yinbi who can successfully come back from a disadvantage?
Feng Junhou finally experienced the power of the famous Ninja Turtles in history.
After he was tired of scolding, he sat back in his seat, closed his eyes, and asked desperately:
"What's Sesaku's name?"
When Xizuo comes back, I must let him know who his savior is!
"Guo Mo."
When Feng Junhou heard this, he immediately opened his eyes: "Who? Guo Mo?"
"Yes, I heard that the Prime Minister sent him to Wei State more than ten years ago..."
"Okay, you don't need to say anything anymore." Feng Junhou signaled to Zhang Xiaosi that he didn't need to say any more: "I agree to this matter."
"ah?"
During his lifetime, the Prime Minister promised this man that he owed him a piece of music. Now let me repay it.
Feng Junhou sighed lightly, which was regarded as fulfilling a wish for the prime minister.
"Bring me my flute."
"What does Alang want with the flute?"
"When your heart is broken by the one you love, play the flute to relieve your depression."
"oh."
Zhang Xingyi responded obediently, "What song does A Lang want to play?"