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In July, when the melodious shouts were blown around by the northwest wind, the blazing sun in the sky burned the entire Gobi Desert.

Under the scorching sun, the Jiayuguan Pass standing in the northwest is covered in bronze. Between the Western Regions and the Hexi Corridor, it looks like a mighty, iron-walled Tongguan Pass.

Jiayuguan Pass, as the first pass in the northwest of the Ming Dynasty, is famous for its dangerous terrain and majestic majesty. It rivals Shanhaiguan Pass, which is "the first pass in the world" thousands of miles away, and is famous all over the world.

In Jiayuguan Pass, the outer walls of the inner city are interconnected, and the archery towers and turrets are facing each other. Black and shiny artillery pieces are parked on the road, leaning against the crenellations of the female wall, aiming towards the northwest, as if they have been waiting for someone to fire. Chance.

It's just a junction. From here to the west, thousands of miles of yellow sand are uninhabited. The only thing that can be seen seems to be the ruins of the Han Dynasty's earthen Great Wall that looks like a floating dragon.

The beacon towers of the Great Wall of the Han Dynasty are still on the yellow sand. In the wind and sand, fragments of the wall are looming, like a historical picture embodying the vicissitudes of the frontier fortress. It makes people regret that future generations can't even visit the place where their ancestors built the Great Wall. occupied.

It's just a juncture. From here to the east, the Qilian Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, accompanied by the strong wind from the northwest, passing over the humanistic style of the Han family for more than 1,800 years, blowing over the cities, taking away pieces of it. The smoke left only the whistling sound of the wind.

It is just a juncture, which separates the Western Region and Hexi, protects the people of Hexi from the enemies in the northwest, and also separates the history that countless people yearn for.

Huangsha wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken...

Zhu Ciran had traveled to so many places and knew that this was the rule everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, so he nodded to express his understanding and continued to ask the stall owner for more detailed information.

In just five minutes, with a not-so-fluent Ming Dynasty Mandarin speaking, two bowls of face-sized mutton noodle soup were placed on the table.

The people here, under the supervision of the government and the army, received generally fair treatment. The cattle, draft horses and immigration grain promised by the government were fully distributed.

When Zhu Ciran entered the border of Hexi, the Beijing-Jiagu Railway had just arrived in Ningyuan County and was still more than fifty miles away from Longxi County.

His family still lives in the adobe house allocated by the government, but he has reclaimed eight acres of land around the adobe house.

According to Mu Shouzhong, he met his current wife on the way to Hexi, and then married his wife after arriving in Suzhou.

In the subsequent chat, Mu Shouzhong also briefly talked about his family's situation.

When farming is busy, he would close his stall and go home, and his wife would take care of these fields on weekdays.

Since the couple didn't like herding, after keeping one breeding sheep, they sold the other rams to Huangdian in exchange for one, two, or three coins.

Most of the people in the city were dressed like they were in the fields, and among them were many men holding hat-shaped helmets, wearing blue armor, and with gray faces.

"besides……"

"The Ming Dynasty must recover the homeland of the Han and Tang Dynasties!"

Zhu Ciran knew his own advantages and used his own advantages to inquire about local news.

He ignored Zhu Youxiao's appearance as much as possible, but he described Zhu Youjian's appearance in extremely detail.

The reason why they called the three of them so was because of different reasons.

"Your Highness, the wind and sand are strong, you should go back to the city..."

The vermilion-colored tower still stands tall, reflecting the snow-capped Qilian peaks all year round.

In their view, the emperor has always been the incarnation of Manjushri, and all the monks told them so.

"That's... that's... haha..." Zhu Ciran was very embarrassed, but Mu Shouzhong did not let him go, but asked:

"I heard from students in the official school that the three Bodhisattvas all have the appearance of a Bodhisattva. Is that true?"

Regarding his current life, he also lamented that it was like living in a dream, and not only him, but also the Tibetan people who were former slaves thought so.

Six simple words vividly show the magnificence of the desolation outside the pass and the longevity of the swan song.

Compared with the price of goods, the seemingly small wages seem to be very abundant considering that these workers were immigrants.

Perhaps it was due to Zhu Ciran's age and thin figure that when faced with his questions, the stall owner responded generously and kept smiling on his face to show his friendliness.

A Jingtieshan mining area is enough to employ 30,000 miners.

After being smelted at the Jiayuguan City West Steelmaking Plant, these iron ores were turned into rails, which were transported eastward to Longxi County, Gongchang Prefecture, by horse-drawn carriages, to contribute to the construction of the Beijing-Jiayu Railway.

"Of course I haven't seen it..." Zhu Ciran answered bravely, but when Mu Shouzhong heard this, the eagerness in his eyes unavoidably diminished a bit.

Facing the yellow sand in the northwest, Zhu Ciran, dressed in coarse linen clothes, murmured at the top of the city:

Seeing this, Zhu Ciran lowered his head and ate two large mouthfuls of noodles. When he raised his head again, Mu Shouzhong had already returned the favor to him with satisfaction:

"Thank you, Brother Xiaomu, for clarifying my doubts. Treat these two bowls of noodles as my treat to you."

Because they are immigrants, they not only have jobs, but also the land they cultivated during the three years they immigrated.

He now has two children, both boys.

"Are you from Beizhili?!" Upon hearing the word "Beizhili", the stall owner's eyes lit up, and he took the opportunity to sit next to Zhu Ciran and the others.

"Here comes the noodles..."

It has been almost a year since they moved to Hexi. Many Tubo people can speak a few words of Chinese, especially those who go to work in the mining areas.

The bottom line for the people living here is their own pastures and farmland. If outsiders come and go at will, they will definitely be unhappy.

In the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, Jiayuguan was a steel city in the northwest.

He has never met Sun Chuanting, but he has met his father and Uncle Qi Wang.

Although Suzhou's yield per mu is only eight bushels of rice, with so many acres of land, the life of the people in Suzhou is much better than that of people in most northern areas.

Zhu Ciran and Liu Shun took the chopsticks, but compared to Liu Shun's move of chopsticks, Zhu Ciran chatted to the stall owner who was about to go back and sit at the noodle stall:

Although he is not as stunning as Zhu Youjian or Zhu Ciran, his wild temperament makes people unable to help but praise him.

Before he left the capital, Zhu Youjian had explained that he had to give money to the people regardless of whether they accepted the money or not. If he failed to pay once, he would immediately ask the Jin Yiwei to arrest him and take him back to the capital.

Five months of living in the open air and the various aspects of the world made Zhu Ciran grow a lot. Because of the long-term riding, his body was thin but very well-proportioned. The shadow of Zhu Youxiao could be vaguely seen in his facial features, but his face shape was different from his mother's.

Similar to Yan.

"Absolutely. I heard people in the capital say..."

"good!"

Walking on the northwest-style streets, they can see many Westerners, Mongolians and Arabs wearing Hanfu.

Although Liu Shun, who was in his twenties next to him, aroused the vigilance of the stall owner, Zhu Ciran also used the lame excuse that he was his cousin who was not good at words to fool him.

When talking about Sun Chuanting, Mu Shouzhong even prayed for him, while Zhu Ciran didn't know what to say when he saw this scene.

After saying these words, Zhu Ciran turned around and walked down the city wall, while the general of Jiayuguan who was responsible for guarding Jiayuguan had been waiting for Zhu Ciran on the horse road. After all, he was the prince.

Precisely because life is good, they are afraid of going back to the days of being treated as slaves, so in Suzhou, they live extremely carefully and try not to conflict with other people.

This spirit cannot be separated by city gates. What can stop it is the ruler's weighing of the pros and cons.

The characters were all in simplified Chinese, which made Zhu Ciran look at the stall owner. He was sure that the stall owner was a Tibetan immigrant, because people in the Ming Dynasty generally did not write in simplified Chinese, but only wrote in simplified Chinese when encountering particularly complicated characters.

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However, they were a little too cautious.

"A hundred and fifty miles from Yangguan to the northwest, you will reach Yumen Pass where the spring breeze never reaches Yumen Pass."

"My uncle said that if a monarch controls the world, he will benefit the people. If he benefits the people, he will ignore civil and military affairs."

Zhu Ciran asked about the hundreds of Jin Yiwei who had accompanied him for more than four thousand miles, and Liu Shun bowed in return when he heard this:

After a few words of disguise, Zhu Ciran began to roughly describe the appearance of his father and Uncle Qi Wang.

However, even if the railway is not connected, the benefits of industrialization have radiated from the capital to the distant Jiayuguan.

Mu Shouzhong smiled to appease Zhu Ciran, and after Zhu Ciran nodded, his eyes showed a hint of enthusiasm: "You are from Northern Zhili. Have you seen Manjushri, Samantabhadra and Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Lowering his head, the melodious ringing of bells came from the camel caravan in the Gobi Desert below the city, making Zhu Ciran suddenly recall the caravans and travelers of the Han and Tang Dynasties that passed by thousands of years ago.

Looking down from a high place, the Great Wall looks like a giant dragon flying in the vast sea. On a clear day, a mirage may be visible.

He did not tell the stall owner his previous name. He only said his Chinese name was Mu Shouzhong.

"Me? I came to Tianqi in the thirteenth year, and I have been in Suzhou for two and a half years."

Liu Shun's words made Zhu Ciran tighten his fists slightly, as if he had made some kind of decision.

【Five Wen and a Bowl of Mutton Noodles】

As for Zhu Youjian's title of Samantabhadra, some Tubo people living in the east of Hexi Province had seen the appearance of a train starting up. The Han people also said that these things were made by King Qi, so they felt that King Qi must be Samantabhadra.

the incarnation of.

After he sat down, Zhu Ciran looked at him.

Because of this, they were able to cultivate more than three million acres of farmland in just eight years, and they relied on water from the Qilian Mountains' rivers to irrigate their fields.

In order to avoid having their lives affected or being "punished" for disobedience, they honestly changed their family into Hanfu after earning wages from the "relief-for-work" project in Hexi.

Basically, every household in Suzhou has twenty to thirty acres of farmland, and those with a larger population can even have more than fifty acres of land.

Mu Shouzhong's words were a bit hard to pronounce and his wording was very inappropriate, but Zhu Ciran still thought about it after hearing the words.

Blue sky, white clouds, Gobi desert, snow peaks...these natural landscapes condense into a majestic atmosphere, simple wind, and masculine feeling that is unique to the Hexi Corridor.

"Not only the Han people, he also wants to personally ask the people below how you are doing."

Suzhou has a population of more than 400,000, and nearly 300,000 people have migrated here since the seventh year of Tianqi.
To be continued...