Our Hometown

Chapter One Fourteen Xianyang

Yun Lang knocked on the armor, making a bang sound.

Dazai looked at Yunlang and said: "You don't think this is the skeleton of General Wang Jian?"

Yun Lang shook his head and said: "I just want to make sure."

"There are figurines of people buried there, but ah, it will not be General Wang Jian, nor Yang Duanhe, Meng Cheng, Wang Ben."

Yun Lang smiled and said: "Li Si Zhao Gao is impossible, who will it be?"

Dazai looked at Yunlang and said: "Two hundred and forty beauties of the Six Kingdoms, plus thirty-six beauties of my Daqin and sixty-one musicians!"

"No eunuch?" Yun Lang asked with a sneer.

Dazai pointed at the man who carried the lantern not far away with his finger and said: "Two hundred and eleven eunuchs in Zhangtai Palace are here ..."

Yun Lang silently.

Crossing Wang Jian's armored figurines, Yun Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

A raging river blocked the way.

Dazai crossed the Yellow River, carefully avoided the Hangu Pass, and turned back to Yunlang: "Be careful with your feet, don't touch the arrow tower."

Yun Lang glanced at the geographical model of the mountains and rivers under his feet and said: "The ratio is not right, the distance between the Yellow River and the Weishui is not right, the lotus peak on Huashan Mountain has been turned into a mushroom, can't the first emperor find a few better craftsmen to do it Is this something?

In addition, I thought that everything flowing in rivers and lakes should be mercury, how could it be water? This will cause the mausoleum to become wet, which is not conducive to the maintenance of the body.

In addition, the sun, moon and stars inlaid with precious stones should also be on the top of the tomb. Shouldn't we use some broken lanterns instead? "

Daza laughed bitterly: "It's not easy for Emperor II to do this. How can he use his country's money to build a mountain for the first emperor?"

Yun Lang tipped his toes on the location where it should be the dragon's head, and bowed his head to look at the location of Shang Linyuan and said, "What about the Afang Palace?"

Dazai's fingers were studded with dry branches stained with green: "Where is that? Have you seen those two small canals? There is the Chu River flowing through the Afang Palace and the Wei River."

Yun Lang carefully lifted his leg and stepped on the edge of the Weishui to point to a one-foot loft: "Is Emperor II too perfunctory?"

I tasted that the front hall of the Afang Palace can seat 10,000 people, and here is a wooden loft. "

Dazai sneered: "What if the first emperor is dead?"

Yun Langman said: "Lishan Mountain is constructed in the north and folded to the west, go straight to Xianyang. Erchuan melts and flows into the palace wall. Five steps on the first floor, ten steps and one pavilion;

Hold the terrain and fight with each other. Panpan Yan, Yao Yan Yan, the hive water vortex, I do not know its tens of millions.

Long bridge lying wave, Weiyun Helong?

Retreating in the air, do not miss He Hong?

High and low, I do not know the west.

The song stage is warm and the spring is mellow.

The dance hall was cold-sleeved, sad and upset.

Within a day, between the palaces, the climate is uneven.

The Afang Palace was torched by the Chu people. I thought at least the miniature view could be seen here, but I did not expect to be fooled by the Emperor II again. "

Dazai sneered: "People are here, dignity is here, people die, it's not as good as a dog! Go away, there is nothing beautiful here, and in front is the place where the first emperor personally made it."

Yun Lang couldn't help but laugh. Dazai brags about the rare appearance of Shihuang Mausoleum, which really embarrasses him.

The large structure of the mausoleum is indeed magnificent, but it is a pity that in some small details, the impatience and perfunctory of the Second Emperor are revealed everywhere.

Geographical maps of mountains and rivers like children's toys are just enough, and even the blue stone slabs on the mausoleum have been turned into hemp stones everywhere.

Yun Lang suddenly thought, if Hu Hai completed the final work of the entire mausoleum, it would be very interesting.

No matter how elaborate the Emperor Shi's predictions are, when he encounters a son who can't wait for his early death, no matter how delicate the design is, it will become full of loopholes.

"It was originally a mountain stream. The first emperor ordered people to flatten the two hills, and then built a canopy on the mountain stream. There was a hollow hole in the middle.

The entire mausoleum was built within this mountain stream, forming another world. "

Dazai ’s long voice came from the front, and a prosperous market appeared in front of Yunlang, and there were many pedestrians who could not move on the road.

Some are selling, some are silent, some are weaving, some are smiling, and many children are intertwined in the crowd, playing around adults ’legs.

Yun Lang opened a wine tank. The wine inside had been sour and smelly, and the alcohol had flown away. The rest was dark lees and rancid smell. Even after so many years, the bad smell still makes Yun Lang was bored.

The rice in the rice bowl has turned black long ago, and it seems to have no appetite. The axe in the carpenter's hand is also about to rot clean. There is only half of the dead wood in his hand. This is an axe.

A black centipede drilled out of Zhiniang's hair bun, twisted twice against Yunlang, and immediately got into Zhiniang's worn clothes.

The blacksmith was still there, but all the things were gone. The blacksmith's shop in Noda was empty.

When Dazai saw Yun Lang looking at him, he was annoyed and said, "You are using other people's things, remember to return them to others in the future."

"So are those linens and satin?"

Dazai sighed: "If you don't take it from here, where do you think I can get it? Many things are decaying and not much can be used. Instead of decaying in vain, it is better to take it out and use it."

Yun Lang looked around, under the swaying fire, the light reflected on their faces was indefinite, and every sculpture seemed to have a lively expression, either joy, or sorrow, or excitement, or frustration ...

Because a sculpture of a beggar lay on the ground and was soaked in groundwater for too long, half of the body has been weathered. It is not the bones that support his body, but some bamboo sticks ...

It doesn't matter whether the world on the ground has changed or whether it has been changed, at least it is still the Great Qin World.

There are some long benches in a wine shop, and one of the benches is extremely dusty, with an obvious **** mark on it.

Yun Lang came to the stool, sat on it, put his hands on the table, and looked at Dazai with a smile: "Do you like to sit here?"

Dazai nodded, skillfully took out a jug of wine and a black pottery wine bowl from the cupboard, poured a bowl of wine for Yun Lang, and took a big sip of the wine in the jar. It should be one of them. "

Dazai's wine is generally not a good wine. For him, this thing is just a medium for venting emotions.

Yun Lang can completely imagine how lonely Dazai was sitting here alone. After drinking, Yunlang passed through the market. There is a city named Xianyang just a stone's throw away from the market!

This city is not a fake made by Qin Huhai, but a real city.

The tall city wall cuts off Noda's canyon, and the wall made of hemp stone extends above the canyon, blending with the black paint ceiling.

There is a tall city gate in the middle of the city wall. Two warriors with the same height as the city wall are guarding the city gate. Yun Lang can't see their eyes and can only feel the strong sense of depression they bring.

"After the First Emperor unified the six kingdoms, he enlisted 120,000 rich households in Xianyang to live in Xianyang. He collected gold and iron to cast twelve gold men. He thought that the world would be safe from now on. The spear can make the steel Daqin fall to the ground.

Nowadays, 120,000 wealthy households have long disappeared, and only the twelve gold men are still here. However, where is Daqin? "

Yun Lang looked up at the two gold men, and soon he came to a conclusion that a gold man weighed only about 100 tons at most, and the twelve gold men together weighed only 1,200 tons. He is not surprised that during the Great Qin era, they had thousands of tons of gold and iron. He just doubted how these twelve 100-ton gold men were placed here.

In other words, what tools did they use to move a hundred-ton gold man!

As we approached the city wall, Yun Lang discovered that these twelve gold men were very poorly cast, and it was only a human figure, or that they were a piece of gold iron, which was used by a craftsman in a pot of copper water Layered and poured together.

If Yun Lang can knock down this gold man, presumably, the gold man will be torn apart.

Yun Lang knocked on the armor, making a bang sound.

Dazai looked at Yunlang and said: "You don't think this is the skeleton of General Wang Jian?"

Yun Lang shook his head and said: "I just want to make sure."

"There are figurines of people buried there, but ah, it will not be General Wang Jian, nor Yang Duanhe, Meng Cheng, Wang Ben."

Yun Lang smiled and said: "Li Si Zhao Gao is impossible, who will it be?"

Dazai looked at Yunlang and said: "Two hundred and forty beauties of the Six Kingdoms, plus thirty-six beauties of my Daqin and sixty-one musicians!"

"No eunuch?" Yun Lang asked with a sneer.

Dazai pointed at the man who carried the lantern not far away with his finger and said: "Two hundred and eleven eunuchs in Zhangtai Palace are here ..."

Yun Lang silently.

Crossing Wang Jian's armored figurines, Yun Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

A raging river blocked the way.

Dazai crossed the Yellow River, carefully avoided the Hangu Pass, and turned back to Yunlang: "Be careful with your feet, don't touch the arrow tower."

Yun Lang glanced at the geographical model of the mountains and rivers under his feet and said: "The ratio is not right, the distance between the Yellow River and the Weishui is not right, the lotus peak on Huashan Mountain has been turned into a mushroom, can't the first emperor find a few better craftsmen to do it Is this something?

In addition, I thought that everything flowing in rivers and lakes should be mercury, how could it be water? This will cause the mausoleum to become wet, which is not conducive to the maintenance of the body.

In addition, the sun, moon and stars inlaid with precious stones should also be on the top of the tomb. Shouldn't we use some broken lanterns instead? "

Daza laughed bitterly: "It's not easy for Emperor II to do this. How can he use his country's money to build a mountain for the first emperor?"

Yun Lang tipped his toes on the location where it should be the dragon's head, and bowed his head to look at the location of Shang Linyuan and said, "What about the Afang Palace?"

Dazai's fingers were studded with dry branches stained with green: "Where is that? Have you seen those two small canals? There is the Chu River flowing through the Afang Palace and the Wei River."

Yun Lang carefully lifted his leg and stepped on the edge of the Weishui to point to a one-foot loft: "Is Emperor II too perfunctory?"

I tasted that the front hall of the Afang Palace can seat 10,000 people, and here is a wooden loft. "

Dazai sneered: "What if the first emperor is dead?"

Yun Langman said: "Lishan Mountain is constructed in the north and folded to the west, go straight to Xianyang. Erchuan melts and flows into the palace wall. Five steps on the first floor, ten steps and one pavilion;

Hold the terrain and fight with each other. Panpan Yan, Yao Yan Yan, the hive water vortex, I do not know its tens of millions.

Long bridge lying wave, Weiyun Helong?

Retreating in the air, do not miss He Hong?

High and low, I do not know the west.

The song stage is warm and the spring is mellow.

The dance hall was cold-sleeved, sad and upset.

Within a day, between the palaces, the climate is uneven.

The Afang Palace was torched by the Chu people. I thought at least the miniature view could be seen here, but I did not expect to be fooled by the Emperor II again. "

Dazai sneered: "People are here, dignity is here, people die, it's not as good as a dog! Go away, there is nothing beautiful here, and in front is the place where the first emperor personally made it."

Yun Lang couldn't help but laugh. Dazai brags about the rare appearance of Shihuang Mausoleum, which really embarrasses him.

The large structure of the mausoleum is indeed magnificent, but it is a pity that in some small details, the impatience and perfunctory of the Second Emperor are revealed everywhere.

Geographical maps of mountains and rivers like children's toys are just enough, and even the blue stone slabs on the mausoleum have been turned into hemp stones everywhere.

Yun Lang suddenly thought, if Hu Hai completed the final work of the entire mausoleum, it would be very interesting.

No matter how elaborate the Emperor Shi's predictions are, when he encounters a son who can't wait for his early death, no matter how delicate the design is, it will become full of loopholes.

"It was originally a mountain stream. The first emperor ordered people to flatten the two hills, and then built a canopy on the mountain stream. There was a hollow hole in the middle.

The entire mausoleum was built within this mountain stream, forming another world. "

Dazai ’s long voice came from the front, and a prosperous market appeared in front of Yunlang, and there were many pedestrians who could not move on the road.

Some are selling, some are silent, some are weaving, some are smiling, and many children are intertwined in the crowd, playing around adults ’legs.

Yun Lang opened a wine tank. The wine inside had been sour and smelly, and the alcohol had flown away. The rest was dark lees and rancid smell. Even after so many years, the bad smell still makes Yun Lang was bored.

The rice in the rice bowl has turned black long ago, and it seems to have no appetite. The axe in the carpenter's hand is also about to rot clean. There is only half of the dead wood in his hand. This is an axe.

A black centipede drilled out of Zhiniang's hair bun, twisted twice against Yunlang, and immediately got into Zhiniang's worn clothes.

The blacksmith was still there, but all the things were gone. The blacksmith's shop in Noda was empty.

When Dazai saw Yun Lang looking at him, he was annoyed and said, "You are using other people's things, remember to return them to others in the future."

"So are those linens and satin?"

Dazai sighed: "If you don't take it from here, where do you think I can get it? Many things are decaying and not much can be used. Instead of decaying in vain, it is better to take it out and use it."

Yun Lang looked around, under the swaying fire, the light reflected on their faces was indefinite, and every sculpture seemed to have a lively expression, either joy, or sorrow, or excitement, or frustration ...

Because a sculpture of a beggar lay on the ground and was soaked in groundwater for too long, half of the body has been weathered. It is not the bones that support his body, but some bamboo sticks ...

It doesn't matter whether the world on the ground has changed or whether it has been changed, at least it is still the Great Qin World.

There are some long benches in a wine shop, and one of the benches is extremely dusty, with an obvious **** mark on it.

Yun Lang came to the stool, sat on it, put his hands on the table, and looked at Dazai with a smile: "Do you like to sit here?"

Dazai nodded, skillfully took out a jug of wine and a black pottery wine bowl from the cupboard, poured a bowl of wine for Yun Lang, and took a big sip of the wine in the jar. It should be one of them. "

Dazai's wine is generally not a good wine. For him, this thing is just a medium for venting emotions.

Yun Lang can completely imagine how lonely Dazai was sitting here alone. After drinking, Yunlang passed through the market. There is a city named Xianyang just a stone's throw away from the market!

This city is not a fake made by Qin Huhai, but a real city.

The tall city wall cuts off Noda's canyon, and the wall made of hemp stone extends above the canyon, blending with the black paint ceiling.

There is a tall city gate in the middle of the city wall. Two warriors with the same height as the city wall are guarding the city gate. Yunlang can't see their eyes and can only feel the strong sense of depression they bring www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After the First Emperor unified the six countries, he enlisted 120 thousand rich people from the world to live in Xianyang, and collected gold and iron to cast twelve gold people. With the bamboo pole alone, the wooden spear can make the steel Daqin fall to the ground.

Nowadays, 120,000 wealthy households have long disappeared, and only the twelve gold men are still here. However, where is Daqin? "

Yun Lang looked up at the two gold men, and soon he came to a conclusion that a gold man weighed only about 100 tons at most, and the twelve gold men together weighed only 1,200 tons. He is not surprised that during the Great Qin era, they had thousands of tons of gold and iron. He just doubted how these twelve 100-ton gold men were placed here.

In other words, what tools did they use to move a hundred-ton gold man!

As we approached the city wall, Yun Lang discovered that these twelve gold men were very poorly cast, and it was only a human figure, or that they were a piece of gold iron, which was used by a craftsman in a pot of copper water Layered and poured together.

If Yun Lang can knock down this gold man, presumably, the gold man will be torn apart.