During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

In the tenth year of Hongwu, in order to let the people of Qi remember the glory of their ancestors and martyrs, Yang Hao set the first full moon day after the spring equinox every year as the ancestor worship festival, also known as the Qingming Festival.

On April 15, the spring rain that had fallen overnight finally stopped.

In the early morning, the water droplets hanging on the tender grass look colorful in the morning light.

The vole, which had been silent for a winter, sneaked out of the burrow, but soon ran back to the burrow with a swish.

On the bluestone pavement, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and a team of knights galloped by.

Yang Hao sat in the carriage and admired the surrounding scenery.

He likes to breathe the morning air, which was always so fresh in ancient times.

Both sides of the official road are full of green that cannot be seen at a glance, because of his own travel, but there is less Miss Childe who used to go out to play, and there is less fun in vain, Yang Hao secretly said guilty.

The team walked slowly forward, like a long python.

"King! The cemetery has arrived! ”

The Commander of the Guards reports.

Yang Hao nodded, got out of the carriage, and walked forward on foot.

The knights and officials also dismounted, and no one dared to put up any official positions here.

In this newly built martyr's cemetery, no matter how noble your status is, you have to climb hundreds of steps on your own legs.

This rule has been written into the laws of Great Qi, and even Yang Hao cannot violate it.

There was obviously still last night's rain on the steps, Yang Hao looked at the top of the mountain, said a few words in his mouth, and stepped onto the steps.

As a festival to commemorate the dead, how could Yang Hao forget the martyrs who gave their lives for the rise of the Qi State.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, all the officials of Chang'an City were present and prayed for the dead martyrs with Yang Hao.

The new martyrs' cemetery was built on a hill that was not too high.

Yang Hao doesn't know feng shui, but he thinks it's very good, and the dead martyrs can rest here, which can be regarded as he didn't treat these brothers badly.

The summit of the mountain has been extensively remodeled, and the protruding hill has been dug like terraced fields.

The graves are neatly placed on the flat ground in a circle.

After the sacrifice was carried up, Yang Hao read a eulogy written by himself.

The eulogy was very long, Yang Hao read it for a long time, and told the heavens about the exploits of the martyrs, and talked about the changes in the Qi country over the years.

After reading it, the eulogy was thrown into the fire and turned into a wisp of smoke.

The priests of the Ministry of Rites danced a blessing dance, which filled the festival with feudal superstition.

Yang Hao is not against superstition, this thing is like a double-edged sword, if used well, it is a tool for comforting people's souls, and if it is not used well, it is a flood beast that will cause trouble in the world.

Yang Hao allowed superstitious activities to spread within the territory of Daqi, but he did not allow the emergence of religion, no matter what god or what immortal.

Everything in the world must obey the laws of the Qi Kingdom.

Under a series of measures, even if the Qi State has a relatively complete mythological system, but in ten years, not even a single religion has appeared.

Even many religious rudiments such as totem worship and unknown worship, which have been circulating for an unknown period of time, have almost lost the meaning of their existence.

The memorial ceremony was very solemn, and Yang Hao and the officials of Qi State collectively mourned for about three minutes to mourn the souls of these dead people who fought for Qi State.

At noon, the sky was clear but it was raining lightly.

Yang Hao looked up at the sky and muttered: "Warriors guard the soil, the country is safe and healthy, buried in the mountains, and guard the hometown!" The soul returns, the soul returns!

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The memorial ceremony ended in the drizzle, and after the crowd left, the tombs and garlands were left silently overlooking Chang'an City at the foot of the mountain.

In the Qingming season, in the north of Yanshan, the grass on the grassland has broken the ground and sprouted.

The shepherds who live in pursuit of water and grass do not have the joy of spring, and since last year, those who lost the war in the South have poured into the land on which they depend.

In the face of the fierce southerners, the steppe tribes who are still in a matriarchal society have no ability to resist at all.

In the winter, the man named Shaoyou, a middle-aged man from various tribes forcibly recruited, carried out a conquest of the tribes on the grassland.

At the beginning of the tenth year of Hongwu, with strong strength, Shaoyou was elected as Da Danyu, I don't know whether it is a coincidence or inevitable, in the language of the northern tribes, the name Shaoyou is pronounced as Xiongnu in the local language.

And Shaoyou was also the first king of the Huns.

When the news came back to Chang'an City, Yang Hao let out a long sigh.

I want to change history according to my own ideas, but the inertia of history will always correct itself.

He destroyed the Xia Dynasty, but created the Huns in the north in advance.

He didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

Qi has completely turned into an agricultural country, and Yang Hao can imagine that in the near future, when these Huns become stronger, they will cause great trouble to Qi country.

Fighting in the grasslands was too much of a burden for the Qi country, which was mainly agricultural, and the grasslands were vast and sparsely populated, and the supply of materials could only rely on the mainland for long-distance transportation.

The consumption of this will only be an astronomical amount, even if Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty attacked the Xiongnu in the north, it will exhaust the accumulation of several generations.

And how his Qi Kingdom compares to the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Yang Hao naturally knows it in his heart.

If you want to take the initiative at this time, you will only get the Qi country out of the quagmire of war.

The only way is to defend, and the problems of the north can only be solved later.

It is not a matter of a day or two for the Huns to dare to grow stronger, the only thing he can do is that after the other party grows stronger, his Qi country is no longer afraid of the threat of barbarians.

Compared with the bitter cold land in the north, Yang Hao attaches more importance to the unification of the south, as long as the south is developed, it will greatly supplement the food problem of the Qi country.

Compared with the crops that are harvested once a year in the north, the natural conditions of two crops a year and three crops a year in the south are incomparable to the bitter cold land in the north.

May of the 10th year of Hongwu.

After negotiations with the Miao people, Qi got a large piece of land from the Miao people as they wished.

And Jinyiwei went out to secretly collude with some leaders of the Miao tribe, and gradually corroded these Miao people from the inside through the incubation of money and materials.

And the sinister intentions of the Qi State of the Three Miao Tribes were not aware of it at all, and almost all of them were immersed in the benefits of buying land with the Qi State.

The luxury goods of Qi have become a symbol of the rights of the Miao aristocracy, but they do not realize that their actions have caused dissatisfaction among the people at the bottom.

The gap between the rich and the poor gradually increased, and the upper class did not care about the life and death of ordinary people for their own pleasure, which gave Qi an excellent opportunity.