There is Qingjiang River in the south of Taijing, and mountains in the north.
The Wei River passes through the city, and there are thousands of willow trees and Baili Pavilion.
The Guandao Post Station is always busy with people coming and going, and vehicles and horses can be seen everywhere. In addition to the caravan, there are also scholars who traveled to study, and the children of Guijie who came out for an outing.
Yang Xu is like snow, fluttering.
The spring plum has withered, the branches are full of green buds, and the soil is green.
The imprints of the ruts are pressed against each other, and there are patches of flower forests on both sides of the Weishui River. You can also see the steps surrounded by brocade. There are moving laughter from inside, and one or two paper kites are flying in the sky.
"Taijing is coming soon?"
Mo Li watched more and more people on the road, guessing that they were all rushing into the city.
Although it was still early, people did not dare to watch the spring, for fear of delaying their trip.
"Yes, the road for you and I to use Qinggong is over. It's less than twenty miles away from Taijing, and there are people everywhere." Meng Qi smiled. He looked at the nearby scenery and felt that he could follow him everywhere. memory comparison.
"Doctor, look at these willow trees." Meng Qi approached the road.
The ink carp had already noticed that these willows were very strange. Most of the trunks were scorched black, and only the small half were glowing with fresh and tender green. This kind of situation where there are only branches on the half of the water, seems to have encountered some catastrophe.
"... Back then, the Chu army and the Chen army started a water battle on the Qingjiang River. The cannons rumbled, and the river was covered in thick smoke. Even the two warships could not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy."
Mo Li was taken aback, because this was not Meng Qi's voice.
He turned his head to look, and saw a scholar standing in front, eloquently talking to his companions.
"This battle lasted for two days and one night. At that time, there were 400,000 troops in Chu and 800,000 troops in Chen. It was so dark that the sky and the moon were nowhere to be seen. The Qingjiang River was filled with the wreckage of warships. Although there was no battle of Liangjin. The tragic state of corpses laying all over the field, but the number of people who died in this battle was more than that, but they all sank to the bottom of the water. Hey, the bones are turned into sand, and the water in the Qingjiang River is cold!"
"… "
Doctor Mo, who just swam across Qingjiang River, has something to say.
Not cold, really.
"There are 1.2 million in the two armies?" Mo Li asked Meng Qi.
He didn't really care how many skeletons there were in the Qingjiang River, because that was almost a dozen years ago. How could there be a place in the world where no one would die? If you have to avoid anything, it is estimated that you can only stay in your own home, don't even think about going out.
What Mo Li cared about was Meng Qi's situation at that time.
There are thousands of people buried in the mines of Mount Silang, which has a great impact on the dragon veins of Mount Silang. Mo Li once thought that Qingjiang did not belong to the site of Taijing dragon veins, but now it does not seem to be the case according to the aura, at least this section of Qingjiang and the earth veins Reiki is connected. 1.2 million people, even if only one-tenth of the dead, is a terrifying number.
"Of course not, this is the north, where did so many sailors come from? Chen Chao didn't have it, neither did the Chu Army!"
Meng Qi frowned, as if he had finally found someone to talk to, and complained, "It's like this when marching and fighting. You have to brag about your strength. I don't know what dynasty this is a problem passed down from which generation to generation. Basically, this is what you do. Even if you don’t use it to scare the enemy, you have to comfort your own people and boost your morale. Otherwise, I heard that there are 800,000 people on the opposite side, and the soldiers at the bottom will be so frightened that they can’t sleep before they fight.”
The scholar's talk about Gu was interrupted, and his face was angry.
"This brother, the Chu army is 400,000, and the Chen army is 800,000. It is clearly recorded in the history books!"
"But it's written clearly in the book, and there's the word 'known as'." A young man in the motorcade next to him also came to join in the fun.
The scholar's face was flushed red. He ignored those two words in order to make the listeners feel more emotional, and then he took advantage of the situation to express it before writing a poem. What's wrong with exaggerating, the thousands and hundreds in the Psalms are not specific numbers.
"Chen Dynasty fought the last battle, and the Chu army couldn't wait to capture Taijing. Both sides overwhelmed all their troops. There were not 1.2 million people in this battle, but 800,000 people participated!"
Facing the plausible words of the scholar, Meng Qi sighed.
Why would he argue with someone who can only talk on paper
The scholar regarded his helplessness as a lack of words, and said sternly: "In such a tragic battle, isn't it worth sighing because not enough people died? What's the difference between 800,000 and 1 million? , chasing the deer for authority, and then every family mourns, wouldn't it be painful?"
With ink carp by his side, Meng Qi felt that it was impossible not to open his mouth this time.
- He didn't want to have the same knowledge as this scholar, but the other party refused to forgive him.
"Do you know how wide the Qingjiang River is? How long is a warship, and how many people can it carry? How many miles can a 800,000-strong army ride on the warship and line up on the river? If it is limited to the Taijing waters, Chen Jun After the display with the Chu army, how far can the two armies be separated?"
The scholar widened his eyes and wanted to say something, but he couldn't find it.
"There are people in this world who read a lot of books, know astronomy and geography at the top, and can secure the country, but there are people who only memorize the numbers in the book." Brother Gongzi laughed and called many people nearby to come to watch the fun.
The scholar couldn't stand the pressure, and said with a dark face: "Your Excellency is so eloquent, I think you know the answer, I am willing to listen."
"I don't dare." Meng Qi didn't reveal the answer, but said, "If you want to check it out, it's not difficult to find the answer. Qingjiang is not the Yangtze River, it is not that wide, if 800,000 sailors board the warship. It is about to change from a water battle to a land battle, because this section of the river is already crowded, and the boats are next to each other, regardless of each other."
"How did your Excellency determine the size and length of the boat?" The scholar struggled and argued, "Could it be that you were there at the time?"
"Of course I'm not here."
Meng Qi's words were beyond Mo Li's expectations.
However, what Meng Qi said was the truth, he did not participate in the battle of Qingjiang.
"... But everyone in the world knows one thing. When an army marches, it needs to carry luggage and forage. It encounters mountains, clears roads, and bridges rivers. The number of the army is actually more than 50,000, but there are not even 10,000 people who can actually fight in battle. In the past, the Chu army claimed to be 400,000 troops, but in reality there were only 200,000 troops, and the elites were only 50,000. These 50,000 troops were not only navy troops, but also cavalry and infantry camped on the shore. The number of Chen's troops may be larger, but The number of people participating in the war will not exceed 20,000, and Chen’s vigor is exhausted, and there is still an army to defend the city, where can we find so many people?”
As a man who has fought in wars, Meng Qi can feel his conscience and say that if the army is so-called 400,000 people, even if the whole army can count 200,000 people in the kitchen, even if it counts, it will be very honest and not bragging.
Thinking back to when Meng Qi was defending the city, thousands of people were blown into tens of thousands by him.
That's a tenfold blow.
The Chen army was 800,000 people, and the Chu army was 400,000 people. At first glance, the difference between the two sides may be huge. In fact, the difference between the two armies may be as many as 30 to 50 people, and the difference is basically negligible.
The scholar was run and pale, and his companion did not speak, but it was also embarrassing.
The group walked away in dismay.
After the son was happy enough, he glanced at Meng Qi and cupped his hands: "My family is the Mu clan in the east of the city. I think you are talented and learned, and you are not ordinary people. If you have any difficulties, you can come to Mu's house. Searching."
Saying that, he threw a jade pendant as a token, and got on the carriage with a smile and left.
Mo Li looked at the jade pendant and couldn't help but ask: "This person is strange. I don't know your name, and I don't know your origin, so dare to make friends at will?"
"Mushi Mu is the richest man in Taijing, and also the richest man in Qinzhong." Meng Qi thought to himself, what is it that impresses people? He clearly wanted to make friends after seeing his face.
Although the Chu Dynasty died, the atmosphere of the Chu Dynasty is still unchangeable.
Regardless of gender or age, everyone in Taijing loves beauty.
It's not that it's hard to walk if you're ugly, but if you're good-looking, it's a few cents cheaper to buy things.
Meng Qi couldn't say that this Young Master Mu might be looking at Yu Pei, he said calmly: "Rich people always have some eccentricities."
"… "
Mo Li wanted to say that Meng Qi had no money, and his character was not that good.
Visible quirks or not, not a question of money.
"As soon as I got mixed up by that scholar, I forgot the original topic." Mo Li looked at the half-charred willow tree and asked, "Could it be that these trees were set on fire after Chen Jun's defeat?"
"Yes, in order to stop the army, the fertile houses outside Taijing City were burnt down."
The willow tree, which was born near the water, seemed to be charred and withered, but the next year it actually sent out new shoots.
When the Chu Dynasty reorganized the imperial capital and cleaned it up here, everyone was amazed.
"There were rumors back then that the real dragon and the emperor were in charge, everything would rejuvenate, and the mountains and rivers would recover." Meng Qi said as he walked.
Qianliu Dao became Jiao Liu Dao, and in the Chu Dynasty, no one dared to dig up these willow trees and plant new ones.
"I didn't expect Lu Zhang to keep these."
Mo Li thought that the emperor of the Qi Dynasty would definitely plan out these willow trees, after all, it was a symbol of the luck of the Chu Dynasty.
"Whoever wins Taijing, who is the real Dragon Emperor, I still can't tell who the willow tree is!" A mocking smile appeared on Meng Qi's lips, and he waved his hand indifferently, "Let's go, Qingwu Patriarch It is estimated that we have already arrived in Taijing, and we cannot be too far behind."
Walking along the Jiao Liu Road to the end, I saw a tall city.
The city wall stretches out for a long way, and the wall is made of solid gray stone.
This is the imperial city of the world for five hundred years, Taijing.
What Mo Li looked at was not the big city, but the faint outlines of mountains in the distance.
Several peaks rise side by side, the heights are scattered, revealing a kind of quaint beauty, looking sideways as if a dragon with its head held high is entrenched in the back of Taijing.
Shangyun Mountain was called Gangshan in ancient times.
Well, it is to describe the appearance of several peaks standing side by side.
There are nineteen peaks in Gangshan Mountain, and the water sources are abundant, and the most important thing is the waterfalls and clear springs.
It is said that every sunny day, when you enter the mountain, you can see the rainbow light hanging from the sky, divided into colorful colors, lining the mountains and green, which is very beautiful.
The literati and writers of the past dynasties have left many poems to praise, and the beauty of the mountain can be seen even from a distance.
Mo Li couldn't help but step up, wanting to walk in the direction of the mountain.
"Hey, that little man, there is a queue to enter the city!" Someone shouted beside him.