Chapter 490: Le's Reputation Is Widely Known

Zhao Kuangyin's thoughts drifted away for a while.

Of course, he still remembers that morning. He originally wanted to go bird hunting for fun, but he didn't expect to be startled by the strange sight of the stone table.

To be honest, his first reaction at that time was naturally ecstasy.

He had read a lot of stories about immortals coming to earth to give advice, but he knew that there was a question mark on how credible they were.

It was a pity that this ecstasy quickly dissipated completely. He didn't have the foundation of unification and the complete method for all eternity that he wanted.

Even when he tried to negotiate with him to borrow hundreds of strong men, he didn't respond. He kept repeating the same old stories about the Anshi Rebellion. Who doesn't know these old stories?

But slowly, the occasional fragments of what he said also made him roughly know what happened after his death. Until now, when all the disasters and foreign enemies were placed in front of him, a doubt slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart:

How did he die?

He knew his physical condition very well, and he had estimated that even if he suddenly got sick, it would not be a problem to fight against Liao. Why...

Zhao Guangyi blinked and met Zhao Pu's eyes, and they separated immediately.

It seems that his brother is unwilling to say even if he knows something, but Zhao Pu, who was suddenly recalled and favored, would know more than himself?

...

"I wanted to ask just now."

Ma Chao flirted with his cheeks. Although he tried hard to suppress his smile, it didn't seem to work. Instead, he grinned with an indescribable joy.

There was no way. Ma Chao was still clear about the level of the generals under the lord's command.

Guan Yu was stationed in Jingzhou, which could stop Cao thieves who controlled the Central Plains.

And General Zilong had a good reputation among the people and a great prestige in the army.

The surprise attack on the Wei River Valley was decisive, and the capture of Chencang by going around Jieting was even faster. Later, he could only watch the battle in Jingzhou to support Jiangling.

After all, his subordinates were all Qiang cavalry. He could suppress Yongliang with the might of Jin Ma Chao, but it was hard to say outside Yongliang. As a result, the hometown of such a powerful cavalry commander actually worshipped him as a god?

As for the door gods, he didn't care. After all, the lord had mentioned the matter of "killing his father" to him.

I thought my reputation would be ruined or reviled for a thousand years, but I didn't expect there would be such a tortuous thing.

Pulling his short beard and trying to pull down the corners of his mouth that kept rising, Ma Chao raised his doubts with a hiss:

"Why do the people of the Song Dynasty need to remember the city of Nanjing, and when the country suffered a great disaster and suffered a series of defeats, the people not only did not spit on the foreign generals but worshipped them as gods..."

"Foreign enemies are spying, it can be said that it is the right time to gain fame on horseback."

"Is there no good man in this Song Dynasty?"

Liu Bei and Kong Ming looked at each other and shook their heads together.

In fact, when the two chatted in their spare time, in addition to planning for their subordinates, they did not shy away from talking about future generations.

The Tang knights who could fight bloody battles with the Arabs in Central Asia made Liu Bei quite fascinated, and the Ming Dynasty, who had thousands of miles of sea borders but did not care about letting the enemy enter, also made Liu Bei sigh.

And if we talk about strangeness, the first choice should be the two Song dynasties.

To establish a country with military force and to govern a country with culture is a simple truth since the Spring and Autumn Period.

The Former Qin ruled the country with military law, and it was destroyed in the second generation and was known as the tyrannical Qin; Emperor Gaozu lived in harmony with the people, so China has inherited the name of Han until now.

But anyone can see that the Song Dynasty has a flourishing culture despite the foreign invasion, and the flourishing culture does not seem to help much internal governance.

It is hard to understand that the Song Dynasty can still last for hundreds of years even though it has become a fraternal country with the enemy and has been exploiting the people.

"The Song Dynasty is also China, so there are naturally good men."

Liu Bei said slowly, and then concluded:

"Perhaps the literati of the Song Dynasty have misunderstood the emphasis on culture and suppression of military power, and implemented the strategy of emphasizing culture and ignoring military power."

This is also the result of his speculation after discussing with Kong Ming.

Ma Chao bowed slightly. In fact, he just complained. After all, it is still unclear whether the Song Dynasty exists now.

He thought it was quite simple. When he rode his horse to Yecheng and captured Cao Aman alive and tied him to the horse's head as he thought in Tongguan, then all the historical events would be completely different, right?

Seeing that the corners of Ma Chao's mouth were almost raised to the height of his eyebrows, Liu Bei secretly rejoiced:

Fortunately, Yide is not here, otherwise he and Cao Cao might really have to be painted as door gods during the New Year.

As for the change of the door gods, the Song people pursued the crimes of Wu Zixu and Zilong across a thousand years, and posted enemy generals in the palace and decorated them with gold to protect the house.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which of the two things was more absurd.

Kong Ming looked at the pairs of house gods created by the stories and stories, fanned himself and smiled:

"This kind of culture and virtue created by the people can flourish for a hundred years without worries."

Previously, the story scripts created by Guanjun Hou in Yizhou were not suitable for local conditions, so after settling Guanzhong, Kong Ming moved them to Hanzhong Guanzhong, and the people listened to them in droves.

Kong Ming also went to listen many times, and according to the discussions of the people in Guanzhong, he added and deleted a lot of the story.

I thought the story was perfect at first, but the people in Guanzhong talked about it all, some said their ancestors were the personal soldiers of the Marquis of Guanjun, and some said their ancestors participated in the pursuit of the enemy and the north. The stories were told by the people, making the story of the Marquis of Guanjun no longer simple, and Kong Ming was also surprised.

Pang Tong also knew about this, so he sighed:

"Kong Ming is right. Instead of recording his achievements on stone or writing them down in history books, why not let the people tell his stories?"

But Pang Tong was also thinking in his heart, otherwise, wait until the New Year, draw a batch of Wei and Huo as door gods and try to sell them to see how the response is?

This is also Changhan Dao, Pang Tong is very interested.

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Yuchi Jingde and Qin Qiong sat more and more straight.

There is no way, no matter who it is, seeing the names of the two frequently from the light curtain, most of them have to put on a solemn attitude.

When talking about door gods in later generations, dozens of pairs were mentioned, but the most presented were the two names of Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong.

So although they didn't say it, the two didn't care.

Yuchi Jingde even hummed softly: "This later generation actually painted me so... mighty."

Qin Qiong glanced at him speechlessly, too lazy to say that the appearance in the painting was probably no longer related to the two, but just used the name of the fierce general.

I don't know why this brother is so silly, really think that later generations think that Yuchi Gong is as mighty as a god?

Li Shimin's smile grew even wider, and he held Wei Zheng even tighter, saying with a smile:

"My dear minister, are you so anxious? Do you want to go home and kill the dragon in a dream?"

However, considering that Wei Zheng was already fifty-two years old, Li Shimin's teasing was only a quick stop. After a false excuse, he sent the old minister back to sit down. Li Shimin stood there with his head raised, thinking:

"Even if the Song generals are no longer powerful, the literary works of the Song and Ming dynasties that can be seen by the people are also worth learning."

The prosperity of literature lies in outstanding literary works.

The longevity of literature lies in the people's every aspect.