Three days later, the first carved stone was erected at the southern foot of Pinshan Mountain.

This is the sad place in the diversion project, and it is also the evidence that the people of the world remember the great exploits of the old Qin people.

Because the King of Qin personally ordered, Li Si personally took the pen, and the book was named, not only recording the name of the Weishui Light Barracks, but also engraved their names on the back and passed on to future generations.

Time passed day by day, Yinggao followed Yingzheng back and forth on the major construction sites, until the end of May, the dust that stirred up the 800-mile Qinchuan slowly subsided.

These days, Ying Zheng is busy, as are Zheng Guoli Si and others.

The whole line of the diversion project has been completed, and the project acceptance is underway, and only when the whole line has been standardized, can the water be broken, so that the Jingshui can run through, and sweep down to meet with Luoshui.

After another seven days, the acceptance work of the diversion project was completely completed, on this day, Li Si, Li Lian, and Zheng Guo hurriedly came to the camp shogunate, and at the same time, Meng Tian and the old court captain also came.

Yinggao was next to him, he knew in his heart what these people were here for, Yingzheng went to the Jingshui Project for two consecutive months.

The king of a country has been absent from the capital for two months, and the backlog of official affairs can be said to be as high as a hill.

If this continues, the entire Great Qin Imperial Court may be paralyzed.

"The ministers ask the king to return the capital, and on the day of the water, they will make a special trip." Meng Tian's eyes were solemn, and he bowed solemnly to Ying Zheng and said.

"The ministers ask the king to return the capital, and on the day of the water, they will make a special trip."

At this moment, the six of them spoke in unison, speaking towards Qin Wangzheng.

In the entire camp, only Yinggao has not yet spoken.

Wang Juan saw that there was finally someone who thought the same as him, and he had already bowed solemnly to Ying Zheng and joined the camp of Meng Tian and others.

Ying Gao chuckled, broke the solemn atmosphere, and said to Ying Zheng: "Father, I also think that what you have asked is reasonable, after all, although the diversion project is big, it is not as big as Daqin after all!" ”

"It's a big deal, wait until the day of the water breaking, and my father will come to witness again, it's the same!"

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall!

Ying Gao did not approve of Ying Zheng's move, but Ying Zheng was the king, and he didn't listen to what he said, so he had no choice but to let it go.

But at this moment, since there is such an opportunity, Yinggao naturally hopes that Yingzheng will return to Xianyang.

It was only at this moment that Ying Zheng's eyes converged and said: "Everything in the Qin State, among which the drought of 10,000 miles is the first. As long as the drought is solved, Daqin will be fine! ”

"If you don't see the water released from the canal with your own eyes, the lonely Qin king is ashamed of the people of the Great Qin and the future life of the people who died on this canal. What's more, Lone still has to go to Pinshan, and he has to go to see those martyrs. ”

The topic at this moment was too heavy, and everyone was speechless for a while. After being silent for a long time, they nodded their heads one after another, and no longer mentioned the matter of returning the capital.

.........

The next day, it was bright.

Ying Zheng had already dressed up neatly, and gave a categorical order to Ying Gao: "Go to Pinshan!" ”

"No."

Yinggao waved his hand, and Tie Ying shouted, "The whole army is lined up and set off for Pinshan!" ”

"Drive."

.........

The war horses rumbled, the four-horse king chariot galloped, and the group had the momentum of thousands of horses rolling Pinggang, and went straight to the Pinshan Mountain.

When Yingzheng led the camp and the ministers of the shogunate out of the gourd, he saw the mighty crowd of people who were going along the main canal.

"Li Si went to ask what happened, the people of the country should leave camp and return home, why did such a team be formed?" In the king's car, Yingzheng's eyes were like a moment.

"No."

After a while, Li Si turned around and returned: "Your Majesty, what the people say: The people who have returned to their hometowns after the camp have gone to Pinshan according to the ancient etiquette of the old Qin people to summon the souls of the brothers of the Weishui Light Barracks. ”

This is a heavy topic, as soon as Li Si raised it, the whole scene suddenly became solemn, Weishui Light Barracks is just a representative.

In such an era, any large-scale project is basically piled up with human lives.

Only by accumulating white bones can we create a project that will last forever.

Just like the Great Wall, just like the Lishan Mausoleum......

This point can be understood by everyone present, but they all know that understanding is understanding, but looking at this vast crowd, their hearts are still shocked.

"Who summoned these people?" Ying Zheng's eyes were like torches, and the shock in his eyes did not decrease at all.

"Father, I'm afraid that these people are all the same, no one gathers them, and they are spontaneous!" Yinggao was also shocked by the scene at this moment, and the cohesion of the old Qin people was really shocking.

As far as the eye can see, the world is full of people, and they are in the dust, all the way to Pinshan.

Ying Zheng stared at the black crowd on the bank of the canal, thought for a while, waved his hand, and said, "Everyone get off the horse and walk to Pinyang." ”

"No."

At this moment, no one objected!

It's not that they don't know that the distance between the gourd mouth here and Pinshan is a hundred miles away, but looking at this vast flow of people, no one dares to ride a horse.

Riding on horseback is disrespectful to the martyrs who died in Pinshan, and it is also an insult to oneself.

At this moment, whether it was Ying Zheng or the ten-year-old Ying Gao, they got out of the car one after another, entered the rolling crowd, and became one of them.

Although Yinggao is a traverser, he has lived in Daqin for so long, so he naturally knows that the Qin people have had martyr soul rituals since ancient times.

On the battlefield where the soldiers died in battle, there were too many people for the three armies to be able to transport the bodies back to Daqin, and they would not return to the place where they were born.

"Brother! Come home with me—"

If it is victorious, it is necessary to place the soldiers who died in battle, and then erect an carved stone on the grave, on which the commanders of the three armies firmly press their own bloody handprints before the class can return to the court.

In addition to Ying Gao, it is Ying Zheng who knows the importance of this ancient soul ceremony to the old Qin people, after all, he is the king of Great Qin, and he knows more about some things.

Li Si and others are from the six countries of Shandong, and they can't empathize with this matter, but Yingzheng is the king, and Yinggao is the general, so they naturally know the meaning of the soul ceremony.

Along the way, Ying Zheng had a calm face, Zheng Guo and the others didn't dare to ask, so they had to open their mouths towards Ying Gao, and said, "Childe, isn't it enough to just have a wizard, why do Chinese people go in groups?" ”

Hearing this, Ying Gao shook his head and said, "Great Qin is different from the Six Kingdoms of the Kwantung Kingdom, and this soul conjuring ceremony was originally formed because of the three armies of Great Qin. ”

"The spiritualist ceremony has a different meaning for the old Qin people, even the father does not dare to despise it, you should not think too much, just follow the crowd."

"Just a sign of respect for the dead!" 8)