A powerful empire is always inclusive rather than self-enclosed.
Just like the Han Dynasty's exploration of the Western Regions, the Tang Dynasty's practice of Hu dance.
Don't be afraid to learn from the excellence of others, but also absorb and digest everything you learn, and even become better than others. This is the way to continuously improve yourself.
Of course, it would be better if we could proactively “educate” others rather than passively.
At that time, everyone will be one family, so why should we distinguish each other?
What's yours is mine, mine...of course it's not mine, but China's.
It’s just that a bird cannot fly without a head, and a person cannot leave without a head. A family as big as China must have a head, right?
For the Hanhu people in Liangzhou, Feng Junhou was naturally the unyielding patriarch.
Otherwise, how can we call parents official?
Feng’s parents met with the Han people at the dock and had cordial conversations with them, encouraging them to work hard and strive to provide food and clothing as soon as possible and get rid of poverty.
The emphasis was on affirming their enterprising spirit rooted in the frontier.
The Juyan site became world-famous in later generations mainly because of the Juyan Han Slips.
But for those who are not familiar with history, another name may be more familiar.
It's called Blackwater City.
That’s right, it’s the Blackwater City in the popular tomb-robbing novel.
More than a thousand years later, Xixia established Heishui City here and used it as its food production base.
At the same time, it is also one of the most prosperous cities in Xixia.
Juyanze has become an important food supply place for a country after more than a thousand years.
You can imagine how fertile the land was in this newly developed era.
So what Feng’s parents said to the Han people who moved here was not falsehood, but a real hope.
Not to mention that the governor's office also has preferential policies for the people who come to settle the land.
In a pragmatic spirit, Governor Feng stayed one night in Juyan County and immediately set off to inspect the pass the next day.
The "fortress" that people in the Han Dynasty often referred to refers to the Great Wall.
Compared with the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty in later generations, it cannot include strategically important places such as Yijinai, the Yellow River Loop, Kaiping, and the Liaohe Loop.
The Great Wall of the Han Dynasty was obviously much longer and covered a much larger area.
It starts from Lelang County, Liaodong (later Pyongyang, North Korea) in the east and ends at Yumen Pass in Dunhuang in the west, with a length of more than 10,000 miles.
The middle not only includes the Yanmen strategic point, the Hetao area, etc., but a section even passes through the Mongolian country of later generations.
Then turn back to the south and come to the prominent location of Juyan County in Liangzhou.
Then guarding the western boundary of Juyan County, it continued southward, winding all the way to the north of Lufu County, the county seat of Jiuquan (that is, near Jiayu Pass in later generations), and then turned west again.
Finally arrived at Yumen Pass in Dunhuang County.
Compared to the Great Wall of Qin, which was built against dangerous cliffs and ravines, the Great Wall of Han was mostly passed through grasslands. Generally, there were no dangers to rely on and no stones to rely on, so the wall had to be made of rammed earth.
The wall is seven to eight meters high and four to six meters wide.
Standing on the dilapidated barrier, one can see a black dragon lying across the vast grassland.
In this way, the grassland was included in the scope of the Han Dynasty, and the sovereignty of the Han Dynasty was declared to the world.
Touching these earthen walls that have withstood hundreds of years of wind and rain and still stand firm, one seems to feel their final stubbornness.
Listen carefully, there seems to be its chattering in the wind, as if it is telling the arrogance and domineering power of the Han Dynasty in the past: everything the sun and the moon shine on, and wherever the rivers reach, are all Han soil.
However, by the time of Emperor Guangwu, it became: the Han Dynasty upholds prestige, leads all nations, and all the people who shine on the sun and moon are ministers and concubines.
Now, the afterglow of the Han Dynasty has only been left with wisps of hidden light...
Feng Yong stood on the ruins for a long time before taking a long breath and shouting: "Big man is awesome!"
General Guan Da, who was on the side, originally saw the emotion on this man's face.
He also said that he was very interested in poetry and was preparing to write a song that would last forever or something like that.
I didn’t expect that what I was waiting for so much would come with such unclear words.
She was so angry that she picked up a piece of dirt and threw it over.
Governor Feng patted the mud marks on his body dissatisfied, and then said angrily to General Guan:
“Do you know that it is a very immoral act to disturb other people’s memory of the past?”
It is as bad as forcing someone to hold it back while peeing in the middle.
Especially when the Han Dynasty still exists and touches these passes with his own hands.
Speaking of this, I suddenly felt a little need to urinate, so I jumped off the earth wall and looked around, trying to find a hiding place.
“I don’t know!” General Guan jumped down with an innocent look on his face. “Others who remember the past always resort to writing to express their thoughts.”
“Alang has been watching this all day,” Guan Ji pointed to the sun that was about to set. “In the end, there was only one ghost cry. It was actually a reminder of the past, which is really rare!”
As he spoke, he covered his mouth and laughed.
"You do not understand!"
Feng Jishi waved his hand and did not explain much.
For the descendants of the Han family who have experienced more than a hundred years of humiliation, the prosperous age of the Han and Tang Dynasties is the eternal dream in their hearts.
Achieving the great rejuvenation of the nation is the goal that the sons and daughters of the Han family strive for generation after generation.
“I don’t understand, so Ah Lang will tell me something I can understand!”
Of course, Guan Ji couldn't understand Feng Yong's mood at this time. She came over and helped Feng Jishi wipe away the remaining mud marks.
"for example?"
“For example, everyone knows about articles. Don’t we all like to write articles based on ancient literature?”
"Who am I..." Feng Jishi subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he just remembered that there were countless literary greats standing behind him, so he said without changing his expression:
“Oh, writing an article, what does it mean? I will write one for you now.”
“It really does exist!”
General Guan watched for a long time, but did not see Feng Jishi hold back a line of poetry, and said that he could not write it.
She didn't expect it to happen, which made her eyes widen.
“Don’t you know that someone can rely on horses to write poems?”
Governor Feng said proudly, then he bent his arms and propped himself up on the earthen wall, supported his head on his palms, placed one hand on his waist, and crossed his feet again.
Putting on a coquettish look and whistling.
I felt a little pity because my horse was grazing over there and I couldn't lean on the horse, so I had to lean against the wall.
“Go, there are already several children, but they are not yet in shape!”
Guan Ji smiled and hit him, "What kind of allusion is this about relying on horses? I have never heard of it."
“Now you’ve heard it.” Governor Feng cleared his throat and began to read:
The bicycle wants to ask where it is, but it belongs to the country and the country is far away.
Zheng Peng left the pass, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.
The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.
When Xiao Guan was waiting to ride, he was all guarding Yan Ran.
(Note: Bicycle means light and simple, and asking about the border means condolences to the officers and soldiers guarding the border.)
After finishing reading, he winked at Guan Ji again: "How?"
Although he knew that his man’s literary talent was the best in the world, General Guan was still stunned.
She looked blankly at the red sun that was about to set under the desert.
The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river...
It is beautifully written, as if the scene in front of you is directly put into the poem.
But what made General Guan's heart beat the most was the last sentence.
Because she remembered that her husband sent Shi Bao out of Xiaoguan a few days ago.
And the Yanran mentioned in "The whole army is protected by Yanran" is located deep in the desert just north of Juyan County, called Yanran Mountain.
At that time, General Dou led the army to unite the southern Xiongnu, Wuhuan, Qiang and Hu soldiers and horses, met at Zhuoxie Mountain, and defeated the northern Xiongnu at Jiluo Mountain.
At the end of the climb to Yanran Mountain, those who went out with the army carved stones to record their achievements, which were called "Yanran Leshi", just like the story of Huo Piao and Yao.
If you want to say that this is not the ambition of a man in his family, General Guan might as well believe that Ah Chong is not his biological son.
After all, who else in the world today is more capable of commanding barbarians than his own man?
As for myself and others, aren’t we just here to patrol the border?
If you want to say that this poem was not just written, General Guan would rather believe that Shuangshuang is not his biological daughter.
Relying on the horse can wait, relying on the horse can wait. Is this the talent of relying on the horse?
General Guan Da felt a numbness running from his tail to the top of his head, and then his whole scalp was numb.
With his talent, Alang, in troubled times he can lead the army and quell the chaos; in times of governance he can stabilize the country and govern the people; in times of prosperity he can write precious articles...
“That’s not fair!”
After a long time, General Guan seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He rested softly on Governor Feng and murmured:
“How many people can’t learn the skills in their lifetime, but in your eyes it’s not a big deal, it’s unfair…”
Standing on the Han Dynasty's pass hundreds of years ago, she also wanted to recite poetry!
“But I have been thinking for a whole day and can’t even think of a good sentence. Why do you open your mouth and write a masterpiece?”
But look at this guy in front of him, he is so sloppy, he can't stand upright, and he casually reads out such good poems that no one else can write in their lifetime.
General Guan Da really felt it was unfair.
It was rare to see General Guan show such weakness, and Governor Feng's machismo was greatly satisfied.
He hugged General Guan and said generously:
“Xijun, what are you afraid of if you can’t write an article? After all, I’m still there!”
"As long as Mr. Xi wants it, I still have it here. I just need to sign your name and it will be yours..."
Guan Ji was a little moved when she heard the first sentence, but the more she heard the second sentence, the more unpleasant it became.
"What are you talking about! Is this the kind of person I am who is shameless and shameless?"
She pushed Governor Feng, and then immediately came back to her senses:
"you also have?"
"What?"
“Poetry!”
“It’s gone!”
“No, you just said clearly that there are still more!”
The severe wind blows the frost and the seaweed withers, and the sinews become strong and strong.
The Han family has 300,000 soldiers, and the generals also lead Huo and Yao.
The white feathers of shooting stars are inserted into the waist, and the sword flowers and autumn lotus lights come out of the box.
The heavenly soldiers are shining down on the snow at Yuguan, and the captive arrows are like sand shooting at the golden armor.
The clouds, dragons, winds and tigers are all gone, and the white sky is in the moon, and the enemy can destroy it.
The enemy can be destroyed, and his head will be destroyed, and his intestines will touch the blood of his body.
Hung the beard in the blue sky, buried beside the purple wall.
There is no one in Hu, and the Han Dynasty is prosperous.
…
As soon as he finished speaking, General Guan's "tiger body" was shaken, and he couldn't help blurting out:
“Even if we don’t tell the outside world who wrote this article, the world knows that it must be Alang!”
Compared with the previous one, this one has a style of writing that no one else in the world can write except my own Alang.
As long as you have read the article "Xia Ke Xing", you will know the similarities with this article.
It’s too much praise! It’s too much praise!
Rao Shi Feng, the governor, was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and he felt his face was getting hot.
Guan Ji waved to the guards not far away, ordered pen and ink to be brought, and asked Feng Yong to read it a few times again, and wrote down the two poems.
Then he picked up the last song and couldn't put it down, studied it carefully several times, then raised his head and asked:
“When did Alang write this poem ‘Han Daochang’?”
This is obviously "Hu Renwu", how come it became "Han Daochang"?
But since it was decided by Xijun himself, it should be "Han Daochang".
“Three years ago when the western Xianbei entered Juyan and wanted to enter Liangzhou on a large scale.”
Guan Ji nodded, that’s right.
At that time, the Han Dynasty had just pacified Liangzhou, but they encountered the White Disaster again, and many people were ready to take action.
It seems that Alang was cruel and prepared to kill Hu.
“Why didn’t you take it out then?”
Guan Ji glanced at Feng Jishi with some reproach.
This kind of heroic article, just by releasing it, could scare a large number of people with evil intentions at that time.
"There are too many things to do, I forgot about it." Feng Jishi casually made up a reason, "That is, I just mentioned writing poems and then I remembered this matter."
General Guan nodded, apparently believing what Governor Feng said.
In her opinion, there is no point in lying to her about this kind of thing.
She lowered her head to look at the paper in her hand again, and suddenly asked:
“Alang, do you think it would be better if the word ‘Hu’ in the article was changed to 鈥?”
Feng Jishi's body was shaken!
It turns out that this woman decided to name her "Han Daochang" premeditated.
The harsh wind blows the frost and the grass withers?
The soldiers from heaven are shining down on the snow in the old capital?
Buried captives near Changling?
Feng Jishi's expression suddenly became extremely exciting, and he felt not very good.
This is crazy!
General Guan Daqing applauded:
"As soon as this article is published, it will greatly enhance the reputation of our army. After returning home, I will ask people to arrange music and let people sing it in the army."
“It would be better to make it a military song and let all officers and soldiers know how to sing it.”
General Guan Da was overjoyed: "What Alang said is absolutely true!"
The song "Forward, forward, forward..." suddenly sounded in Feng Jishi's ears.
Don't underestimate the impact of these things on the military.
Because they are also a type of military ideological education.
I really want to play a prestige, the enemy has to be trembling when he hear the singing.
The heroic army that overthrew the coalition forces of more than a dozen countries made its Charge become a nightmare for its opponents.
The charge horn of this army was called "the sound of the magic flute from hell" by its opponents...
Seven soldiers who had run out of ammunition and food, faced a well-equipped enemy battalion, silently picked up their bayonets, and the bugler blew what he thought was his last charge.
Who would have expected that the enemy more than 20 meters away would turn around and run away after hearing this sound...
It’s so legendary!
Feng Jishi naturally did not dare to imagine that the soldiers under his command could also display such majesty.
But in the future, the Han army sings this poem and invades Chang'an.
Singing this poem again, it reproduces the great power of the Han Dynasty that looks down upon the world, and makes all barbarians in the world known as Han ministers.
The picture is so beautiful that I can’t even imagine it!
“Sing! You must sing, and whoever doesn’t sing will be slapped!”
Governor Feng made a sound, sucked back his saliva, and said excitedly:
“My poem actually has a last sentence.”
I didn’t want to say it originally, but in this situation, it’s impossible not to say it.
“What is it?”
"Your Majesty's life is three thousand frosts, but the wind and clouds are flying, and there are strong men guarding the four sides."
The captives are all being taken to Changling (i.e. Liu Bang’s mausoleum) as sacrifices. How can we make sense without mentioning Emperor Gaozu?
“Alang, you are so awesome!”
Feng Jishi waved his hands repeatedly and said modestly:
“Rewards or awards, even Mu Niang and Amei can say that I am awesome, but in front of General Guan, I dare not say that I am awesome…”
General Guan’s face flushed, he looked at Feng Jishi with his beautiful eyes, and said softly:
“It’s getting late, Alang, let’s go back, and I’ll let Alang show off tonight, how about that?”