Yi'an City is very large, after all, it can accommodate 20,000 or 30,000 people, and it can be regarded as a giant city that can be ranked in Jiaozhi.

Of course, this so-called big also depends on who you compare with, if compared with cities such as Shuntianfu or Jinling, the city of Yi'an is almost as small as a park with two monkeys and a path leading to the end.

And in addition to the cochin wild monkeys everywhere, there are no parks or anything like that, so naturally there is nothing to see.

Except for Kyokan.

Under the command of Yang Shaofeng, under the supervision of Baoding Bo Liangming and the Ming soldiers, and under the hard work of the rebels, the Jingguan outside the city already has a good name: Yi'an Giant Mound.

What is more interesting is that the people of the Ming Dynasty who live in Yi'an City like to go to the vicinity of Jingguan to hang around, and occasionally a few people who have read the book will shake their heads and drag a few sour words, and those Jiaozhi natives who pass by Jingguan are like seeing snakes and scorpions, most of them are afraid to avoid the attitude, for fear that they will become the building materials on the Jingguan.

Zhu Laosi was very satisfied with Jingguan's attitude, looking left and right, and shaking his head from time to time, looking at it as if he wanted to chant poetry.

It's a pity, there is a bullshit six champions next to him, if the dignified emperor can't write poems that can be passed down through the ages, wouldn't he be laughed to death by the dog thing next to him?

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and Zhu Laosi simply said: "Your grandfather once wrote a poem when he was in the Panruo Temple, saying that it was: Kill all the millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sword on his waist is still bloody.

At that time, I only felt that this poem was very heroic, but now that I have seen this Jingguan, I really realized the deep meaning of your grandfather's poem. ”

Yang Shaofeng ignored the braggart Zhu Laosi——

At that time, Zhu Chongba's Tongxue had just killed Chen Youliang, and it was the time when righteousness was in full swing, but it is difficult to say whether you, Zhu Laosi, followed Zhu Chongba's side at that time......

Of course, Zhu Laosi's classmates also have something to affirm, at least Zhu Laosi knows that his level is not good, so he simply doesn't write poems, unlike people who are deaf and have made more than 40,000 poems in his life, but he hasn't even made a single one in the textbook.

There is no such participation method for participation!

As soon as he thought of Qian Deaf, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but pouted secretly, and coincidentally, Yang Shaofeng's small action of pouting happened to let Zhu Laosi see it.

The corners of Zhu Laosi's mouth twitched, and he forcibly held back the anger in his heart - he was indeed not with his father at that time, and it was normal for this bastard to pout......

casually pointed to another busy construction site next to Jingguan, and Zhu Laosi directly diverted the topic: "What is this construction site for?" I see that the people who are busy working on the construction site are all my Ming people? ”

Yang Shaofeng, who had just seen the corners of Zhu Laosi's mouth twitching, hurriedly patted his ass: "Grandpa Huang is wise, the people working on that construction site are indeed Ming people, and there is not even a single native of Jiaozhi." ”

The corners of Zhu Laosi's mouth twitched even more, and he slapped Yang Shaofeng on the back of the head, shouting: "I'm not blind yet!" The people of the Ming Dynasty are different from the Jiaozhi natives in terms of appearance and clothing, can I still admit my mistake? ”

accidentally slapped the horse's leg on the horse's leg, and Yang Shaofeng hurriedly diverted the topic: "This construction site is intended to be used to build a martyr's cemetery. ”

"Martyrs' cemetery?"

Zhu Laosi didn't react for a while, and then asked, "But it's the same as Lingyan Pavilion?" ”

Yang Shaofeng's expression was no longer the same as the hanger just now, and his body, which was still a little slanted and collapsed, straightened up, took a step forward, pointed to the stone monument that was about to be erected by a group of young people, and replied, "It's different."

Lingyan Pavilion was built by Emperor Li Er in order to commemorate his heroes, and this martyr's cemetery was built for the thousands of soldiers who died for the country. ”

Zhu Laosi nodded and asked, "Why don't you use the Jiaozhi natives to cultivate?" Wouldn't it be better to let the Jiaozhi natives build a cemetery for my Ming soldiers? ”

Yang Shaofeng's eyes suddenly turned a little red, and he shouted, "The monkeys are not worthy!" The Ming soldiers come from the people of the Ming Dynasty, and this cemetery should be built by the people of the Ming Dynasty for them, what kind of thing is a monkey? Is it also worthy of building the cemetery of my Ming soldiers? ”

Zhu Laosi glanced at Yang Shaofeng, who was a little out of shape, and didn't care about Yang Shaofeng's gaffe, but shook his head and took two steps forward.

The stone tablet that has just been erected is engraved with several big characters of "Daming Nanding Jiaozhi Martyrs Cemetery", there are two lines of small characters on the left and right, the right side is written "Qingshan buries the bones everywhere", the left side is written "Why should the horse leather shroud be returned", and the lower part of the left side is engraved with the small characters of "Daming Yongle 23 years".

"Why is there a little less martyr's martyr's character?"

Zhu Laosi turned his head to look at Yang Shaofeng and asked, "What is the deep meaning of this?" ”

Yang Shaofeng's expression darkened, and he replied: "My grandson only hopes that the soldiers who went out on the expedition can survive and return to Daming to reunite with his wife and children, and I only hope that there will be fewer martyrs." ”

Zhu Laosi nodded, walked to the stele and stretched out his hand to touch the small characters on the stele, and then looked at the undulating graves behind the stele, and suddenly muttered: "Qingshan buries the bones of loyalty, the horse leather shroud is returned, the horse leather shroud is returned, hehe." ”

Taking a step back, Zhu Laosi straightened his clothes, bowed to the stone stele, straightened up and shouted: "Heroic soul!" Return! Heroic Soul! Return! ”

Yang Shaofeng, Zhu Zhanji and others, who were following behind Zhu Laosi, also shouted: "Heroic soul! Return! Heroic Soul! Return! ”

Emotions are contagious.

When Zhu Laosi once again shouted out the return of the heroic soul with a choked voice, the young people on the entire construction site also shouted in unison: "Heroic soul!" Return! Heroic Soul! Return! ”

There was no rainstorm from the sky, and there was no change of color, only the return of the heroic soul echoed above the martyr's cemetery that had not yet been built.

Zhu Laosi, who returned to Yi'an, had always looked very heavy, and the elephant trunk carefully concocted by the imperial chef brought with him failed to arouse Zhu Laosi's appetite, but Qingshan buried loyal bones everywhere, why should the horse leather shroud return these fourteen words have been lingering at the end of Zhu Laosi.

Waving his hand to let people take down the meal, Zhu Laosi said in a deep voice: "I, I have treated the soldiers who fought hard for the Ming Dynasty, but it is not as thoughtful as you as a bastard." I want to thank you for allowing the soldiers to enjoy blood food. ”

Enjoy blood food, four simple words, but in fact, it is very heavy.

The Qiu Ba people at the entrance of the Central Plains Hall are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that they will not be able to go where they will be, and they are afraid that they will be lonely and helpless after death, and they will not be able to return home, and they will not be able to enjoy the offerings and blood food of future generations.

Because of the war, it is impossible to transport the bones back to the township for a grand burial, and more people choose to be cremated on the spot, and then transport the ashes and clothes back to the township before holding a funeral.

Now there is a martyr's cemetery here in Jiaozhi, and the remains of these soldiers who died in the battle in Jiaozhi can be buried in the martyrs' cemetery, and the clothes and other things can be transported back to the township and buried in the clothes and tombs.

The most important thing is that the heart of playing politics is relatively dirty, even Zhu Laosi is no exception-

These soldiers who died in Jiaozhi were buried in the martyrs' cemetery, and even if their descendants fought hard, they would never watch the Jiaozhi natives make trouble again, so as not to make the ancestors restless.

From this point of view, these soldiers buried in the martyrs' cemetery, even if they died on the battlefield, are still guarding the Ming Dynasty in another form!

After being silent for a long time, Zhu Laosi spoke: "I will order the Ministry of Engineering to find a feng shui treasure in the capital, and set up a martyr's shrine, all the soldiers who died for the Ming Dynasty will leave their names in the martyr's shrine, and enjoy the incense and blood food. ”

Zhu Zhanji also stood up and responded: "Grandpa Huang, after the Martyrs' Shrine is built, Sun Er is willing to personally lead people to escort these heroic souls who fought for the country in Jiaozhi into Beijing and enter the shrine." ”

Zhu Laosi nodded, and said with a solemn expression: "Yes." Not only that, when the soldiers enter Beijing, I will personally go out of the city to greet them, and I will sacrifice them every year in the future to reward their merits! ”

Yang Shaofeng suddenly didn't know what to say, and even began to think about whether to sneak into the ranks of civil officials and suppress the **** who was about to raise his head.

Yang Shaofeng is very worried, if Zhu Laosi really goes out of the city to greet the tablets of these soldiers, and then goes to the Martyrs' Shrine every year to worship these soldiers on the battlefield, then it will become the highest honor of the entire Ming Dynasty for the conquest of the battlefield, and the **** of the Ming Dynasty will inevitably raise its head, and no one will want to lock up this monster again!

Yes, anyone, except for Zhu Laosi, who released this monster with his own hands, not even Zhu Gaochi, anyone who stands in front of this monster will be torn to pieces by them.

Just like the Japanese slaves who had a good life in World War II, according to an unreliable rumor of the rivers and lakes, licking the yellow at that time could make all the men of the Japanese country go to the palace, but there was no way to make the beast army of the Japanese country stop the invasion.

But after thinking about it carefully, Yang Shaofeng gave up this idea again.

What the hell is going on with me?

Da Ming is not the kind of spicy chicken that is closed off from the country in Jiannu, Zheng He is now going to sea for the eighth time, and Da Ming's understanding of the whole world is unprecedented.

This also means that at least for 100 years, or even two or three hundred years, the Ming army does not have to worry about having no place for them to wage war, let alone no place for them to grab war achievements.

As for what will become of the Ming Dynasty in one or two hundred years, and whether it will collapse due to the collapse of the military merit system like the Great Qin and the Great Han, Yang Shaofeng is even less worried.

At that time, the whole world will become the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and according to the current routine, there is no hope for Kunlun Nu to go to Qilu University as an ancestor again, and it is not easy to say how many barbarians in Europa can be left, even if those people in the Central Plains Hall are fighting to the death, it is just a civil war in the pigsty of his old Zhu family, so what is there to care about?

Love is dripping.

After making up his mind, Yang Shaofeng turned the topic to Zhancheng: "In other words, I don't know how long it will take Jiang Xinlong and them to arrive in Zhancheng, and I don't know if Zhanba's Lai's grandson will be honest and obedient?" Look at his, he is still a man, what is he going to do? What does he want to get rid of? ”

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