Chapter 1: The whole market

The Han army had a neat formation. Although they were heading to Chang'an and to receive the title, they were still heroic and energetic, as if they were heading to the battlefield.

"The Han army is mighty!"

The people who bid farewell cheered in unison and shouted at the battle horn of the Han army.

The Han army fought bloody battles and defeated the Huns. This was an event that had not been seen in decades, which made the people excited. Now there are inches of snow, and the snow on the desert is thicker. It is likely that there will be heavy snow disasters, and the Huns' lives are very sad. If in previous years, the people were busy preparing to fight against the Huns' invasions, and they would not be worried at all, as they are today. It was the first encounter in the decades of the founding of the Han Dynasty.

All of this was caused by the Han army's fight, and the people were very grateful to the Han army.

"Long live the great man!"

This time, the Han army did not yell the battle, but yelled long live, in a response to the cheers of the people.

"Master!"

Wherever Zhou Yang went, the people cheered everywhere and the people were weeping hard to say. The reason why the border was so peaceful that there was no need to worry about the trouble of the Huns next year was caused by the Han army, and the Han army led by Zhou Yang!

The people were very grateful to Zhou Yang, and thanked him very much. Zhou Yang wanted to return to Chang'an, but the people were reluctant to let him go, and they cried like tears.

What else is more touching than being grateful to the people? Zhou Yang had tears in his eyes and couldn't help but wave to the people, his chest was so excited that he was so excited that his chest was fluctuating sharply.

The people sent it all the way, but after dozens of miles, they still couldn't bear to part. There was no way, so Zhou Yang and the others had to persuade each other again and again. Then the people left with tears and returned to Yanmen.

After seeing off the people, Zhou Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief and could move towards Chang'an with peace of mind. Riding on the Fengchasing Treasure Horse, Zhou Yang looked at him and saw that the Han army was like a long dragon rolling forward. The flags covered the sky, the Han army's red military flag and the Huns' wolf flag were roaring in the cold wind, which was particularly spectacular.

Zhou Yang followed a carriage, which was transported by the Shanyu's throne and tent. This was a necessary item when offering prisoners and had to be brought together.

After walking for a while, Zhou Yang felt even more at ease. However, his heart had just been relieved and raised again.

"The Han army is mighty!"

Shocking cheers came from the front, shaking the earth trembled.

Zhou Yang looked forward and was startled, then warm and moved to tears.

There were countless people in front of them. They did not stand on both sides to send off the Han army. Instead, they were busy cleaning up the snow. Zhou Yang and the others still walked the straight road back to Chang'an. At this time, the straight road was covered with white snow, a thick layer of several inches. Although it could not hinder Zhou Yang and the others from marching, it was inconvenient.

An official was directing the people to clean up the snow, and was so busy that sweat beads were hanging on their foreheads.

Before Zhou Yang could speak, Li Guang's face sank, he rode his horse to the official and shouted, "Don't you do your business, do something that disturbs the people. In such a cold day, why should you sweep snow? Are you full? "

The shouts were like thunder, shocking the eardrums. Li Guang hated disturbing the people the most, and this was really angry.

The official's face changed color and wanted to argue, but under the power of Li Guanghu, he couldn't speak.

"Flying General, don't blame the Lord, we are here." Some people excused the official.

"Flying General, don't get angry. You defeat the Huns and restore peace to the border. From now on, we have a good life, so don't worry about the Huns anymore." Some people were filled with tears and were very moved: "You will come back to Chang'an to see you, we cannot do our best to sweep the snow and express our feelings."

The people's words were simple and touching. Tears appeared in Li Guanghu's eyes and he kept bowing: "Thank you! Thank you! Li Guang can't bear it!"

"Flying General Mo Xie, this is what we should do." The people were busy returning the gifts.

Zhou Yang saw it and heard it, and was very excited and thanked the people with kind words, and then ordered the Han army to pass.

At this time, the people no longer swept the snow, but stood in two wings and watched Zhou Yang and the others leave. Some people were reluctant to leave, so they sent it for dozens of miles before giving up.

In this way, wherever Zhou Yang and the others went, either people were sweeping the snow and removing the roads or came to see him off spontaneously, which moved Zhou Yang again and again.

The recognition of the people is the best reward, and it is more valuable than Emperor Jing's imperial edict. Zhou Yang cannot be moved.

Chang'an, Luocheng Gate.

The north is already covered with ice and snow, while Chang'an is not covered with silver. It is just a stern wind blowing, full of coldness, and dark clouds are floating in the sky, indicating that winter is coming.

There are endless people entering and leaving the city gate, with people standing shoulder to shoulder, heels and heels, traffic jams, heads and tails connected, and a lively scene.

"It's so lively!"

“There are so many cars!”

"I have lived so old that I have never seen Luocheng Gate so lively and grand!

The people coming and going were filled with emotion.

Chang'an is different from the past, that is, there are a lot of people coming to Chang'an. Why is this change happening? It's not because Zhou Yang is making trouble.

Emperor Jing wanted to celebrate the great victory of the Great Wall. The entire Han Empire went crazy. Countless people rushed to Chang'an. Not only were the prefects, princes, marquis Che, Guannei, but also wealthy businessmen and literati sons. The prefects, princes and marquis rushed to Chang'an to follow the order. The rich businessmen and literati sons came to see the grand event that had not been seen in the Han Dynasty for decades.

It can be imagined that this celebration will surely be recorded in history.

The reason why it can be recorded in history is not how grand and grand Emperor Jing wanted to do it, but because the Han army won a great victory this year. In autumn, the military minister Shanyu set out from Longcheng and led an army of 500,000, and the Huns returned less than 100,000, which means that the Huns lost more than 400,000 troops.

Such a huge victory is rare in the war against the Huns, and it will not be too many in Chinese history. Only the Changping War and Meng Tian’s Hetao War can be surpassed, which is inevitable.

This is a grand event. If you can't see it, it will be a regret for life. It is a rush of wealthy businessmen and literati.

Nowadays, Chang'an is crowded, and there are much more people entering the major city gates every day than usual, and there are countless clothes and horses, which is a spectacular scene.

"Get it!"

A neat sound of hoofs sounded, and a four-horse carriage drove in. The carriage was two banners and four horses, and it was very grand. You could tell at a glance that it was the Marquis' carriage.

Eight tall and strong soldiers were on both sides of the carriage, riding tall horses, wearing armor, tassel helmets, and hanging a sword on the waist. They rode on the horse smoothly. You can tell at a glance that they were well-trained.

Such a style would not be common even if you throw a bamboo pole to hit Chang'an. This is not only a marquis, but also a very powerful marquis.

"Huh!"

The people who were entering and leaving were surprised and looked surprised by the carriage, but they were stopped on the driver's slave.

This car slave is very weird, but it is very eye-catching.

The car slave has a very tall figure, but he is too thin, with a yellow face and a thin skin. In the words of the ancients, it is called "the noodles have a color", which is the result of malnutrition.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole, as if the wind could blow him down, but the people did not dare to have such thoughts. His eyes were particularly bright, like a pool of spring water, extremely clear. The chariot slave was very despicable in the Han Dynasty, and it was a sequence of "slaves". A chariot slave was very surprised that he had such a pair of eyes.

What's even more strange is the momentum of the chariot slave whips to drive the horse. The whip in his hand was not slashed on the horse, but the horse was extremely high and made a loud and neighing sound from time to time. The four horses galloped, as extraordinary as thousands of troops, with a rainbow of momentum, giving people the feeling that the chariot slave was not driving a car, but commanding a military formation.

The chariot slave stood on the shaft and waved his whip. His momentum was not like driving a carriage, but rather like commanding thousands of troops to rush to kill.

"Marty, Chang'an is here!"

The voice of the car slave was very clear, which was inconsistent with his appearance as thin as a bamboo pole, which surprised the people again.

If Zhou Yang was here, he would definitely sigh that "people should not behave like appearances, and the sea water should not be measured."

"Oh!" A very weak voice came from the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, a head hung on the car window. This was a young man, not old, but he looked sick, sick, and looked terminally ill. That sound, he was weak, and it seemed that his illness was very serious.

"Luocheng Gate! Chang'an, I'm back!" The marquis's words were full of surprises, but it was lacking in strength, which was exactly the opposite of the voice of the car slave.

If we judge only from the voice, we will definitely give birth to the idea that the slave of the car is the master and the marquis is the slave because his voice lacks momentum.

"Zheng Qing, hurry up." The Marquis might have said too much, coughed a little, retracted his head and put down the curtain.

"No!" The whip in the car slave's hand swung lightly, and a faint sound was heard, and the four horses rushed in. The carriage galloped in.

The sound of hooves was loud and the sound of cars was rumbling, as if he was not rushing to a car, but commanding thousands of troops to rumble by, with extraordinary power.

In Beique Jiadi, Zhou Yafu's mansion, there were high cars parked, one after another, and the huge parking lot was filled with carriages. There were also carriages rushing towards the mansion. The venue was limited, so I could only wait outside the mansion. There was a long queue. At first glance, the old man's team was in a row.

In the mansion, Zhou Yafu's eldest son Zhou Cheng and second son Zhou Xin were busy with sweat on his face and dealing with the visitors.

"I've seen the Grand Marshal!" A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, with a fat heart, bowed to Zhou Cheng, his body bent to ninety degrees, lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to eyes, and felt abnormally obedient.

"Master General?" Zhou Cheng was stunned and then smiled: "I'm wrong! I'm Zhou Cheng, not my third brother. I haven't come back yet. I have to wait for a while to see my third brother."

The middle-aged man remained enthusiastic and smiled: "Young Master, please report it to you and say that Nie Boshan is here to visit the Grand Marshal."

"Oh!" Zhou Cheng was helpless: "I'm not hiding it, my third brother hasn't come back. I just want to report it to you, but it won't work."

"Haha!" Nie Boshan took out a piece of high-quality jade from his sleeve and stuffed it into Zhou Cheng's hand: "The eldest son, the general has already returned to Beijing, and it has spread all over Chang'an."

Zhou Yang is now a sensible figure, and there are many rumors about him. Some say that Zhou Yang has three heads and six arms, some say that Zhou Yang has thousands of hands, and some say that Zhou Yang can use immortal arts and can make beans into soldiers. When the Han army was not supported, it was Zhou Yang who used the supreme immortal arts and made beans into soldiers, which made the Huns fall into flowers and flow into flowers and flee in the desert... There are so many rumors.

Zhou Yang did not return to Chang'an at all, but it was said that Zhou Yang had already returned to Chang'an. How did Zhou Yang come back? Zhou Yang came back from clouds and mist, and it was so evident that Zhou Yang was really a god.

As soon as the rumors spread, more people came to visit. Vehicles outside the mansion lined up in long queues every day. Zhou Cheng and Zhou Xin had to go to socialize. One day wasn’t they exhausted?

If you beat the jade in your hand, it is Kunshan’s beautiful jade, which is of extraordinary value. Nie Boshan’s extraordinary moves must be valuable.

"Good jade!" Zhou Cheng praised, his eyes shone, and he looked at the beautiful jade and handed it back reluctantly: "Please take it back with your heart. I will never dare to accept such a heavy gift."

"A little gift is not respectful, so please accept it with a smile." Nie Boshan smiled, and took out a piece of Kunshan jade from his arms and stuffed it into Zhou Cheng's hand. When he saw Zhou Cheng's reluctant gaze, he believed that Zhou Cheng thought the gift was light.

Zhou Cheng looked Meiyu for a while, shook his head, and stuffed it back into Nie Boshan's hand: "I can't accept it if I have to give it a generous gift if I don't want to be moved. My father said that if he dares to collect one, he will be expelled from the house and get rid of his clan."

Nie Boshan heard that he was very serious, not like he was telling lies, but was very surprised: "I admire the strict family of Tiaohou is."

Zhou Cheng's eyes were not on the beautiful jade. If Zhou Yafu had not given strict orders, he would not accept it for nothing. He didn't know what Zhou Yafu was thinking, so he was not allowed to accept gifts. In the past, someone came to give gifts, but Zhou Yafu turned a blind eye. Zhou Cheng and the others would accept it if they wanted to accept it, as long as they didn't force others to give gifts.

Now, Zhou Yang is famous and more people come to see him. It is a good opportunity to receive benefits, but Zhou Yafu is not sure. Zhou Cheng and Zhou Xin were extremely unhappy and had to ask Zhou Yafu for a clear answer.

Zhou Yafu's answer was very harsh, "That was a harm to Yang'er." He actually thought about Zhou Yang and was so strict.

There are so many princes in Chang'an, who doesn't accept gifts? Why did they take it as a harm to Zhou Yang? Zhou Yafu did not explain this question, but just sternly warned them, "Who harmed Yang'er, don't blame him for being ruthless."

Zhou Cheng and Zhou Xin were so upset that they had to do so. These two pieces of beautiful jade were of great value, but they could not accept it. Zhou Cheng felt so uncomfortable, as if he was scratching a cat.

Seeing the gift, Zhou Cheng asked more: "What's wrong with seeing my third brother if you don't know what to do?"
To be continued...