Chapter 373: Jian Yong's Trip to the Capital

The spring has not yet arrived in Yongliang, but the spring breeze has already blown on Jian Yong's face.

Jian Yong's waist and hips swayed rhythmically as the horse moved forward, without affecting the writing and drawing in the small notebook in his hand.

Yongliang is vast, and after coming here, apart from other things, his riding skills have really improved every day.

As expected by Jian Yong, the news of Chang'an's recovery soon came back from the front line and spread to Yongliang through Shanggui, where Jian Yong was stationed.

So it was natural that many old people from Sanqin could not wait to embark on the journey back home.

These people who had to leave their hometowns to seek a way out because of the war, now after hearing that another member of the Liu clan had returned to Sanqin, there was no need for any passionate call, and returning home became a more logical choice.

For these people who face the loess every day, they don't understand the world's general situation and the hegemony of the princes. They just remember the history of this land hundreds of years ago.

Since Liu Huangshu has regained control of the Three Qins, this chaotic world should be over, right?

In this case, it is now the right time to return home in the early spring. If we walk faster on the road, we may be able to turn over the wasteland and plant a season of wheat.

Moreover, after more than a year, the house should be repaired, and the canal at the head of the village should be dug out by two young men. A little calculation shows that there are many things to do.

Therefore, the people passing through Shanggui are in a hurry.

In this case, Jian Yong does not need to hesitate at all. He temporarily hands over the defense of Shanggui to Pang De, and then he can't wait to ride his horse to Chang'an.

The scenery of early spring is just right, and Jian Yong happened to ride on his horse to record his experience of leaving Longshan in detail.

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 the descendants of later generations would know:

Yongliang is not barren, and it can be said that there are abundant water and grass here.

However, the scenery in front of him still made Jian Yong sigh a little:

A year ago, the wind and snow entered Yongliang, and I vowed to help the lord to conquer Guanzhong.

Look today, the spring is coming out of Longdao, and the Three Qins are still as stable as before.

But looking back, Jian Yong suddenly remembered:

Where is Ma Mengqi?

The battle reports from the front line have been sent to Shanggui, so Jian Yong knows very well how the lord will conquer the Three Qins.

Ma Mengqi defeated Zhang He at Jieting, cooperated with Zilong to capture Chencang, and then led the army to force Zhang He to retreat so that he could not help Guanzhong.

These were clearly written in the battle report, but why was there no mention of Ma Mengqi in the subsequent capture of Chang'an?

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

Where is Ma Mengqi, he should know after arriving in Chang'an.

To the west of Shanggui is Linwei. When passing through here, Jian Yong saw a new cemetery in the north of Linwei County.

The burials should be the warriors who died in this battle.

However, what is a little new is that there is a small ancestral hall beside the road in front of the cemetery, with the words "Jing'an" written on it, and a couplet engraved on the door. Just looking at the handwriting, you can tell that it is the handwriting of Kong Ming.

The left couplet praises the bravery of the warriors and passes it down through the ages, and the right couplet prays for the peace of the heroic spirits and endless sacrifices.

The furnishings in the ancestral hall are also quite simple, with a spotless altar, a few quietly burning incense candles, and a blank Yuzhu.

The Jing'an Temple is very close to the road, so many people also choose to rest here, and Jian Yong even saw some people spontaneously distribute simple tributes.

A clean cake, half a handful of seeds, and even a piece of washed grass roots that can be used to fill hunger, these are the few things that the people can take out.

But Jian Yong knows that the meaning behind it is greater: temples are all limited in specifications and cannot be established by the people.

The royal family has the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the princes and nobles have the ancestral temple, the noble families have the family temple, and the common people can only offer sacrifices on the road.

Although the Yu Lord of the Jing'an Temple has no name, it should be because it was set up in a hurry. After Chang'an is stable, people will definitely be dispatched to complete the temple.

Check the list, record the name, offer sacrifices in spring and autumn, and share the feast with the Han Dynasty.

Jian Yong can imagine that such a move will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the noble families.

But... who cares?

Jian Yong chuckled. He has also seen the light curtain and knows how popular the Wuhou Temple is in later generations. He can also clearly see the clear record of its history in the building called the museum in later generations.

And what has been consistent from beginning to end is the importance attached to the people.

Without the people, there is no country, and without the soldiers, there is no army. This is the clear understanding of Lord Xuande and several military advisors now.

What if the noble families are dissatisfied with the excessiveness of this temple? Lord Xuande did not rely on the help of them to settle the Three Qins.

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

After everything was done, Jian Yong heard the conversation between the two old men before turning around and leaving:

"Old Zhang, don't you want to pay respect 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 respect. There are also Cao's soldiers buried there. Lord Xuande won't care about this."

"Then... I pay respect?"

"Hurry up."

A sobbing cry fell into the dust, and Jian Yong sighed faintly.

Going east out of the river valley is Chencang. Jian Yong only needs to look at the low wall of Chencang to know why it was captured by Generals Zhao and Ma.

After all, as long as the dry season ends, it is impossible to march here, so there is naturally no need to build a high wall 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 appearance of the Qinchuan fertile land in Guanzhong, which is 800 miles away, came into Jian Yong's eyes.

Jian Yong has seen many mountains in Bashu and is used to Yongliang hills. 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 cold winter and I was worried a lot, so it must be incomparable with this time.

Just walking and walking like this, Jian Yong was quite surprised to meet 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 farmland in Hanzhong again?"

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

At that time, the father-in-law said frankly that instead of facing the insurgents, 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 Dou Rice Cult?"

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 hurry.

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 to rule the Three Qin Dynasty. 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 complexion has not faded since I came 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.

In the end, 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 running 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 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?"