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, and reduced 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 pay homage to 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 almost gone, it still dazzled the soldiers who returned to the rebel 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 devastated 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 when the war was about to begin, he didn't have much control over 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. Kang Fu, the military governor of Qinzhou, the military governor of Jinchang, Yin'an Shenqi, the military governor of Jingzhao, Zhao Kuangzan, the military governor of Huazhou Town, and even Li Congsu all sent Many people came to participate.
In addition to these elders, there were officials under the envoys of the Third Jiedushi, officials from the six counties of Chang'an, village elders and elders from all over the country, villagers who had received Zhang Zhao's favor, people who had been saved by him, thousands of people in the city. surged 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 certain, 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 o'clock 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 must be summoned by the obsession of the Zhang family and Anxi, Hexi, and Longyou Tang'er who are unwilling to fall into the trap of 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 it was a dream? Or was it real?
Only when he takes it step by step can he be sure that all this is real.
Perhaps, when a soul with unwillingness meets other souls with unwillingness, God will arrange for them to have a wonderful encounter.
"Don't worry! From now on, everyone will remember that there was a hero named Zhang Yichao, who once raised his arms by the Crescent Moon Spring at the age of forty-eight. He was a hero and followed, saving millions of lives and making the mountains and rivers of the six counties more prosperous.
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 in two years.
If I do 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 this 'miracle' gone?
This is precious ghost material!
How about going to Gaoliang River yourself in the future?
After Zhang Zhao came out of the temple, the sacrificial activities came to an end. The elders from the first and six counties of Chang'an 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. 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, even Man Xiong and others 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 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 do this on purpose, because his family was devastated by the war 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 middle-aged man on the shoulder.
"The officer is so kind and kind! I will never forget you!" The man knelt down to Zhang Zhao with tears in his eyes.
Finally, under the spotlight of everyone, 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 could not be used by people without a certain status at this time, and poor people could not afford it, and they dared not use it.
Zhang Zhao gave this white jade 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! You have a bright future!" Zhang Zhao patted the boy on the 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 people all around him, and suddenly there was a burst of crying from all over.
"How can there be no poetry about this situation?" Several scholars in long robes suddenly ran out, and with Zhang Zhao's permission, they composed a few rhyming poems.
Although the quality is very average, the surrounding officials of Chang'an Jingzhao Mansion are a little intoxicated.
The Tang Dynasty! How could there be no poetry?
It's just that those days were a long time ago. Nowadays, it's all about the sword. Some people couldn't help it and wrote better poems on the spot.
Chang'an is worthy of being 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.
"The scenery is so strange when autumn comes under the barrier. The geese from Hengyang are leaving without paying attention. There are sounds from all directions, thousands of miles away, the smoke is long, the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed."
A cup of turbid wine can bring a family thousands of miles away, but there is no way for the swallows to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, making people sleepless, and the generals have white hair and husbands shed 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 trumpets, in the overlapping mountain peaks. The dusk was heavy, the sun was setting on the mountains, and the lonely city gate was closed tightly.
Drinking a glass of old wine and remembering my hometown thousands of miles away, my thoughts are filled with thoughts. I think of 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 had to cry silently.
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 his hometown tearfully for the sake of the country emerges vividly on the paper.
In particular, the words "A glass of dirty wine can lead to thousands of miles" and "The general's white hair and 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 a symbol of high status. Although warriors also had a high status, they were not like today, where they were insulted and killed wantonly.
How great it would be if Zhang Sikong could serve as the governor of the Jinchang Army and the Zhaoyin of the capital! These thoughts were unanimously shared by many people present.
The poems were copied, and the character was established. As soon as this poem was spread, many people, especially a scholar from an aristocratic family, would know that in Hexi, there was a chastity commander who was different from other arrogant warriors.
He was both civil and military, loyal to his country, and could write poetry.
Among those talented people who are ambitious, ideal and willing 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 followed Zhang Zhao back to Liangzhou via Qianzhou, Pizhou, and Weizhou, Murong Nobunaga and Hu Guang led 600 elite cavalry to stay in Chang'an.
This is in response to An Shenqi's request. 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.