On September 15th, after Li Congzhao sent the last batch of supplies to the Guiyi Army, Zhang Zhao released Li Congzhao and thousands of Fengxiang troops as promised, shrinking all the troops to the line from Qianzhou to Xingping, and prepared the plan to return to the north. various preparations.
On September 22nd, Yan Jin, who had been guarding the retreat of the Guiyi Army, also rushed to Xingping County with 500 cavalry. They came to worship at Zhang Yichao's tomb.
At the same time, the hometown of many people in the Guiyi Army is still in Chang'an. The Guo family even has brothers from the same clan. They all need to take this time to contact each other and worship their ancestors.
Before collectively worshiping Zhang Yichao, Zhang Zhao gave the soldiers of the Guiyi Army a few days of leave in turn, allowing them to visit Chang'an City to pay homage.
Although there were only 70,000 to 80,000 people in Chang'an at this time, and the scenery of the past was no longer the same, it still dazzled the soldiers of the Returning Army.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Shule, the largest city in Anxi, only has 50,000 or 60,000 people. Before Zhang Zhao entered Liangzhou, there were only more than 20,000 people.
Even if there are only some ruins left in Chang'an City, it is enough to shock the "countryside old men" who returned to the rebel army.
However, unlike Zhang Zhao's idea of these guys returning to Chang'an to regret the past and cherish the past, they were just wandering away.
It is said that the return of the Guiyi Army directly increased the market price of the lowest level ajar door in Chang'an City by 30%.
In fact, the Guiyi Army already had this phenomenon before the war was over.
Many soldiers took out their rewards and half-bought and half-married the daughters of many poor families or families that had been hit by the war.
There are also many women who can't survive and wander around the military camp in order to get some money and food. It's obvious what they can trade with.
Zhang Zhao had some people maintain military discipline, but except for a few days before the war, he didn't care much about it.
For a feudal army, the Guiyi Army is very disciplined, but this is almost the limit of most feudal armies. If it is still controlled, it will be counterproductive.
The worship at Zhang Yichao's tomb was very popular. Qinzhou Xiongwu Jiedushi Kangfu, Jinchangjun Jiedushi, Jingzhao Yin'an Shenqi, Huazhou Town Guojun Jiedushi Zhao Kuangzan, and even Li Congzuo all sent Many people came to participate.
In addition to these elders, there are officials under the command of the three Jiedushi, officials from the six counties of Chang'an, village elders and elders from all over the country, villagers who have received Zhang Zhao's favor, people who have been saved by him, and thousands of people in the capital. Flooded over.
Zhang Zhao also offered sacrifices for Zhang Yichao's tomb, which was actually a bit arrogant, but considering that Zhang Zhao's title of county king was almost guaranteed, no one raised any objections, and it was assumed that Zhang Zhao had enjoyed it in advance.
Zhang Zhao also built a small sacrificial temple in front of Zhang Yichao's tomb to worship his god's tablet, and arranged for ten households of villagers to clean it and worship at the four seasons and eight festivals.
After everyone exited, Zhang Zhao slowly walked to Zhang Yichao's tablet and kowtowed three times respectfully.
"Although I don't know what is going on? But I think it should be summoned by the obsession of the Zhang family and thousands of Anxi, Hexi, and Longyou Tang'er who are unwilling to fall to Hu Chen!"
Zhang Zhao's time travel was very fast. It was neither soul time travel nor pure flesh time travel. It seemed to be somewhere in between.
Many times, he himself couldn't figure out whether this was a dream? Or is it real?
Only when he takes it step by step can he be sure that all of this is real.
Perhaps, when an unwilling soul meets other unwilling souls, God will arrange a wonderful encounter between them.
"Don't worry! From now on, everyone will remember that there was a hero named Zhang Yichao. At the age of forty-eight, he raised his arms by the Crescent Moon Spring and saved millions of lives. Belong to the country, the road you have not finished will be completed by me from now on!"
Walking out of the sacrificial temple, Zhang Zhao suddenly burst into laughter. According to time, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin was just ten years old this year, and Zhao Er would not be born two years later.
If he does this, the sorghum donkey cart will drift, and the Liao army's horses will run so fast that they can't catch up with them. Isn't it going to disappear?
This is precious ghost material!
or? Will you come to Gaoliang River like this in the future?
After Zhang Zhao came out of the temple, the sacrificial activities came to an end. The elders in Chang'an Prefecture and Six Counties were preparing to say goodbye to the rice wine. The people outside were shouting in the mountains and tsunami, and they also presented food brought by themselves.
This was not arranged by Zhang Zhao, but was sent by them voluntarily. The people saw the military discipline of the Guiyi Army, and they also saw Zhang Zhao's benevolence and righteousness.
More importantly, Zhang Yichao's tomb is in Chang'an, and Zhang Zhao is naturally regarded as a Chang'an native by them.
In people's minds at this time, honest officials from other places were not as reliable as corrupt officials from their hometown.
The actual situation is also the same. In the feudal era, except for a few individuals, honest and corrupt officials were relative terms. People in my hometown were still a little scrupulous in many aspects.
One glass of rice wine after another. Although the alcohol content was not high and Zhang Zhao had a good drinking capacity, he was still a little drunk.
Not only him, but Yan Jin, Guo Tiance and others, and even Man Xiong and others also drank too much.
Outside, the shouts and cries of the mountains and tsunamis were still ringing out, and countless people raised their pottery bowls high and handed them to Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao had no choice but to wave his hand and said, "I am really too drunk, so I can only drink three more bowls!"
After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhao took the wine bowl from an old man, drank it all in one gulp, and said to the old man, "Longevity and longevity!"
Then he took another wine bowl from a middle-aged man with bare arms and only wearing a pair of shorts, his eyes a little evasive.
The man looked at Zhang Zhao in horror, as if he was about to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy.
Sure enough, the bowl was filled with water. Zhang Zhao drank it all in one gulp, raised the wine bowl high to indicate that he had finished it, and praised loudly: "Good wine!"
Cold sweat rolled down the middle-aged man's head, and his expression was both grateful and ashamed. He didn't mean to do this, because his family was hit by a military disaster and he had no money to buy wine.
"Brother, we will definitely have a bumper harvest in the coming year!" Zhang Zhao said, patting the shoulder of the mature man.
"The officer is so kind and kind! He will never forget it!" The man knelt down to Zhang Zhao with tears in his eyes.
Finally, under the spotlight, Zhang Zhao picked up a wine bowl with the head boy still stuck in it. He drank it in one gulp, then took a jade jade from his waist and put it in the hands of the head boy.
Such things as jade cannot be used by people without a certain status at this time, and poor people cannot afford it, and they dare not use it.
Zhang Zhao gave this white jade to the child because his home was near Maweipo, and his two brothers were killed while assisting the Guiyi Army in exploring the route and searching for Fengxiang Army.
Originally, Zhang Zhao wanted to take him away, but the little boy's mother and sister refused and were unwilling to leave Guanzhong.
"Young man! The future is bright!" Zhang Zhao patted the boy's head, and the villagers around him understood. This family must take care of him.
"Thank you for the kindness of my neighbors, but there is always a banquet in the world. When the country is peaceful and the people are safe, we will definitely meet again!"
Finally, Zhang Zhao bowed his head to the crowds of people around him, and suddenly there was a burst of crying.
"Such a feeling and this scene! How can there be no poetry to record it?" Several scholars in long robes suddenly ran out, and with Zhang Zhao's permission, they composed a few rhyming poems.
Although the quality is average, the surrounding officials of Chang'an Jingzhao Mansion are a little intoxicated.
Datang! How can there be no poetry?
It's just that those days were a long time ago, and now it's all about the sword. There are also a few who couldn't help it and wrote better poems on the spot.
Chang'an deserves to be the imperial capital. Even at this time, there is still a trace of civilization left.
After using a few tricks to heighten the atmosphere, Zhang Sikong was about to unleash his ultimate move. He pretended to be drunk and looked around in a hazy state, and suddenly let out a long roar.
"Autumn comes and the scenery is strange. I don't pay attention to the geese leaving Hengyang. There are sounds from all directions, thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets alone, and the city is closed."
A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. "
The scenery on the border is completely different when autumn comes, and the geese flying towards Hengyang show no nostalgia.
The mournful sounds from the border areas came from all directions along with the sound of horns, in the overlapping mountain peaks. The dusk is heavy, the sun is setting over the mountains, and the lonely city gate is tightly closed.
Drinking a glass of old wine and remembering my hometown thousands of miles away, I have a lot of thoughts, thinking about the injustice on the border, unfinished achievements, and I don’t know when I can return to my hometown.
The Qiang people's flutes played melodiously, and frost covered the earth. It was late at night, and the soldiers could not sleep peacefully. Both the generals and the soldiers had their hair dyed white by the frost and snow, so they could only cry silently.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts" is so in line with Zhang Zhao's mood at this time. The image of a tragic hero who guards the border for the country and bids farewell to his hometown in tears for the country emerges vividly on the paper.
In particular, the words "A cup of dirty wine can lead to thousands of miles" and "The general's white hair conquers his husband's tears" made several officials and scribes from Chang'an burst into tears on the spot.
Not only were they moved by Zhang Zhao's feelings, they also seemed to have returned to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
At that time, scribes and educated people were symbols of high status. Although warriors also had a high status, they were not like now, where they were humiliated and killed wantonly.
How great it would be if Zhang Sikong could serve as the military governor of Jinchang and the Zhaoyin of Jing! Many people present had the same thoughts.
The poems were copied, and the character was established. As soon as this poem was spread, many people, especially those from a well-known family of scholars, would know that in Hexi, there was a chastity commander who was different from other arrogant warriors.
He is both civil and military, loyal to the country, and can write poetry.
Among those talented people who have ambitions, ideals, and the desire to end this troubled world, some of them will definitely be willing to go to Hexi.
Zhang Zhao left, whether it was true or false, at least he left an indelible impression on the hearts of the people of Chang'an and Guanzhong.
Zhang Zhao believes that the next time he enters Guanzhong, it will be a scene of eating a pot of pulp to welcome the king's master.
While the large army and Zhang Zhao continued to return to Liangzhou via Qianzhou, Pizhou, and Weizhou, Murong Nobunaga and Hu Guang led 600 elite cavalry to stay in Chang'an.
This is at the request of An Shenqi. As part of the Guanzhong army, they will leave Tongguan in the east to annihilate Zhang Congbin who is entrenched in Luoyang.
At the same time, this was also a blind date for Murong Nobunaga.
In addition, he will also go to Kaifeng Mansion in Tokyo to meet Shi Jingtang on behalf of Zhang Zhao.
