Three Kingdoms

It's a really good weather, clear, and the clouds in the sky stretch out soothingly, floating under the influence of the wind.

Of course, it would be better if the wind was less windy.

Fei Qian looked up at the sky, silent.

The terrain near Pingyang City is somewhat unique. To the east is the Fen level land, which is flat and suitable for farming; to the west is the loess fold area, where large and small hills and ravines begin to appear, and then extend into the distance.

The aquatic vegetation in the Han Dynasty was not as lacking as in later generations. There were still many trees and shrubs on many hills. At first glance, there was still some green, unlike in later generations where everything was loess.

It is said that because the Guanzhong area experienced major projects of the Qin Dynasty, including Afang Palace and the Great Wall, a giant tree that originally grew here was cut down. Then it experienced the continuous expansion of Chang'an City in the Han Dynasty. Guanzhong and Sanfu areas Nearby trees were cut down again.

But it is a pity that neither the Afang Palace nor the Chang'an Palace in the early Han Dynasty survived. The current palaces in Chang'an City were gradually restored and repaired after Wang Mang.

Fei Qian's mind was jumping. Is it because the huge trees in the northern part of Guanzhong were all cut down, so the subsequent dynasties gradually expanded to the south. After all, the Daxingan Mountains in the north were too cold. Before cotton, it was really not that good. convenient……

If you think from another perspective, then these ethnic minorities in the north just take advantage of the blessing of not having cotton?

Well, forget it, water and soil still need to be maintained no matter what. Just like now, Feiqian has begun to use coal as the main fuel near Luliang Mountain. This has reduced the demand for trees a lot, because if many trees are cut down, It can be used as a beam or something for at least a few more years, but if it is purely used as fuel, it is just a meal...

The predecessors planted trees, and later generations may plant trees, but they may also cut down trees.

Fei Qian silently thought that his actions today were like carrying down a tree. He wondered what future generations would do with these trees...

The shrine to the unknown hero in Binh Duong was built.

It is said to be an ancestral hall, but in fact it is more like an altar.

On the top of a hill in Xicheng, Pingyang, a piece of flat land was built, and a square, single-layer altar was built on the flat ground. It was paved with ordinary variegated stone strips. In the center of the altar stood a huge The black stone tablet is as tall as two people, but there is no word on it.

Du Yuan, who was originally in charge of Pingyang's logistics, planned to build a courtyard like a family ancestral hall, and then a large room with some spiritual tablets and so on...

Later, it was rejected by Fei Qian, so this ancestral hall, um, altar was built here.

Today is the day of the memorial ceremony.

Officials of all sizes in Pingyang, including Cai Yong who lived above the Academy, also came.

Soldiers stood neatly on both sides of the road, extending from the altar on the hill to the foot of the mountain. At the foot of the hill, some people who came from around Pingyang gathered together and stood quietly, looking up.

Although in Fei Qian's eyes, such a monument is a bit strange and not very satisfactory, but in the eyes of the people of the Han Dynasty, the dark-black ink-like stone tablet standing on the gray-white altar does seem unusually solemn... …

Just as fresh.

Erect a monument for a soldier?

Not for the general?

Fei Qian raised his head and looked at the black stone tablet.

Fei Qian originally said to build a monument to the unknown hero, but Du Yuan actually asked the stonemason to build an unknown monument...

Later, Fei Qian thought about it and found that this was more appropriate.

In addition to not violating some taboos, it was also because these soldiers in the Han Dynasty were truly nameless. Many people don't even have names. Maybe if you call them "Er Gouzi" in the army, a dozen people around you will turn around...

Although Fei Qian's move was somewhat unexpected, by replacing one person with a group, the nobles lost someone to refute. If you erect a monument for a person, then all the shortcomings of this person will be magnified to infinity. Now if you erect a monument for a group of people, there is no need to talk about it. After all, in the charge, the most casualties are not the nobles, but those who have no Ordinary people with names.

A large area to the north of the hill is where the soldiers who died in these battles are buried. In fact, not everyone can have their own tombstone. They can only be buried together and then erect a larger tombstone. Engraved on it are the numbers of people who died in battle in such and such a certain month and year.

There really isn't even a name.

Fei Qian stood under the black stone monument, looking up at the stone monument of how tall the two men were. How can I put it, stone tablets made in the shape of large spiritual tablets always make Fei Qian feel that they don't look like monuments, but now it is in the Han Dynasty, let's make do with it, the craftsmen have no concept of monuments at all, and the shape of the spiritual tablets is more in line with the Han Dynasty. Human aesthetics, well, as long as this meaning is reached...

Fei Qian originally wanted Cai Yong to preside over the ceremony. After all, Cai Yong was a master and had a relatively good reputation. However, Cai Yong said that he had resigned from the official position in the court, so there was still something wrong, so Fei Qian could only The dive came on its own.

"The auspicious time has come..." Du Yuan reminded from the side.

Fei Qian nodded, then took two steps forward and stood under the black stone tablet.

Originally, the cold wind was howling, blowing the flags and flags flying on the altar, but when Fei Qian stepped forward, the wind suddenly died down, as if the world had become quiet.

"In the winter of the second year of Chuping, Lang Fei, who was protecting the Hungarian army, would like to offer a memorial ceremony for Shaolao to pay homage to the spirit of the unknown hero:"

"Since the Xia Dynasty, Lu Gui, fled to Mobei, chasing water and grass, driving cattle and horses, they are the Huns. They forgot their origins, attacked the north, and there were many chaos. Later, they conquered the Han Dynasty, pushed back the barbarians to expand the territory, and the country's prestige spread far and wide. They merged with Korea in the east. To conquer Baiyue in the south, conquer Dawan in the west, and defeat the Xiongnu in the north, it was initially decided."

"After the Xiongnu was in peace, the Xianbei rose up again, destroying their homes, plundering the population, and destroying the lives of the people. They were filled with resentment, and the raging waves were unstoppable. The people of the north experienced hardships and dangers, were resolute and undisturbed, fought bravely, and stumbled many times. The green blood is flying everywhere, the majestic energy is everywhere, the grass and trees are filled with sadness, and the wind and clouds are changing color!"

"At this time, the catastrophe was about to happen, and the corpses were wrapped in horse leather, and they held up the banner of the Han Dynasty and went to the vastness of the Nine Netherworlds together! But the Han family was loyal and righteous, and built the hero's temple. The old roads in Pingyang still have arches; in the new buildings in the Three Jin Dynasties, green pine trees have been planted. The sky is flying yellow, the moon is dark over the Yinshan Mountains, our loyal souls are paying tribute to each other from the end of the world, and the history will be passed on forever!"

"From all over the world, the souls have returned! After drinking and rejoicing, the souls have returned! The right side of the car is hanging in the air, the souls have returned! Fighting the same enemy again, the souls have returned! The heroes of the Han family, the souls have returned! The unknown heroes, the souls have returned! Alas! Fu Wei Shang Xiang!"

Fei Qian's voice echoed between heaven and earth, swaying along with the cold wind that started whimpering again, and spread far and wide...

Pay tribute to the heroes of the past and present!