Autumn comes in a blink of an eye.
The relocation of Daxia's capital was nearing completion, and merchants from Daxia had already flocked to Chang'an City.
Chang'an City became increasingly prosperous, with shops lining the streets and alleys and a wide variety of goods.
It is no longer the Wofeng City of the past. Its scale is ten times larger than the former Wofeng City!
Wofeng City still exists. As the old city of Chang'an, it is located in the southwest of Chang'an and is called Wofeng District.
According to Fu Xiaoguan's original plan, the new Chang'an City is square in shape, with the broad Suzaku Avenue running north and south. At the end of Suzaku Avenue is the majestic Great Xia Palace - the highest and most powerful center of power in the world!
There was no wall around Chang'an City, nor around the Daxia Imperial Palace.
Because the Emperor of Daxia said that Daxia does not need walls!
But there still had to be a dividing line between the imperial palace and the rest of the place, so the Xiushui River, flowing from the north, circled the imperial palace and then flowed south, running through the entire Chang'an.
At the end of Zhuque Street is a bridge that spans the Xiushui River and connects to the imperial palace.
There are nine bridges on the Xiushui River, four of which are on the four sides of the imperial palace, and the remaining five connect the east and west in Chang'an City to facilitate people's travel.
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One man, one horse, and one silver spear.
Huo Huaijin walked slowly on Suzaku Street, looking at the wide street that could accommodate ten carriages side by side, the brand new shops on both sides of the street, and the endless stream of people, feeling very emotional.
As the commander of the Sixth Army of the Great Xia Army, he was summoned to Chang'an by an imperial edict from the emperor to serve as the commander of the Chang'an garrison.
From being the commander of Jinling's imperial guards to being the commander of the Chang'an garrison, Huo Huaijin has a lot of feelings.
Nearly ten years have passed, and the Yu Dynasty has been buried in the dust of history, and no one mentions it anymore.
Whether in Jinling or the major cities in the west, everyone mentioned Daxia and its emperor Fu Xiaoguan!
He was great. He created a powerful empire and led this powerful empire forward without stopping.
Whenever he thought of Fu Xiaoguan, Huo Huaijin always felt that it was a little unreal.
Back in Nanjing, this guy had already demonstrated his ability to govern the country, such as the policy of developing both commerce and agriculture, the shift of the country's taxation from agricultural tax to commercial tax, and the establishment of the Ministry of Commerce.
But at that time, we often drank together in Sifanglou, and the things we talked about most were still love and romance.
How many years has it been since I last saw him?
It’s been about five or six years.
By the way, I heard that many of Yan Xiwen, Ning Yuchun and other old acquaintances from Jinling have now come to Chang'an. Those who once drank with him in Sifang Tower have also risen to prominence with him.
This is a good thing. Firstly, it shows that they followed his pace closely and did not deviate. Secondly, it also shows that he is still the man who values friendship and loyalty.
Just when Huo Huaijin was a little absent-minded, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of his horse.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted and a head popped out.
"Huai Jin?!"
“…Ning Yuchun!”
"Hahahaha, it's you. His Majesty said you would arrive in the next two days. Why haven't you reported to His Majesty at the palace yet?"
Huo Huaijin grinned, "Don't mention it, I just arrived and am still getting familiar with the streets of Chang'an."
"Come on, come on, follow me into the palace. By the way, let's get together at the Sifang Tower tonight! Let me introduce you to some new colleagues!"
"That's a good sentiment. Then go and report to His Majesty first!"
The carriages and horses sped up along the wide Suzaku Street towards the imperial palace.
On this day, a caravan of a hundred people also entered Chang'an City. They did not rest in Chang'an City, but passed through Chang'an City and headed towards Chi Lechuan.
In one of the caravan's carriages sat an old woman in a black robe, holding a cane.
Her car curtains were open and she was looking out the window.
The prosperity here was beyond her imagination, so she hesitated for a moment, but finally ordered the convoy to move on.
It took a full three hours to get out of Chang'an City. She lowered the curtains of the carriage, her eyes cold.
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Chang'an Imperial Palace, Imperial Study.
Qin Mowen knew that Fu Xiaoguan didn't like to work in the main hall, so this imperial study was built much larger than the one in Guanyun City.
There were not many decorations inside. There were two huge maps hanging on the two walls. One was of Daxia today, and the other was of this continent and the blank sea.
Fu Xiaoguan was standing in front of the unfinished world map. His hand fell on the blank space. "This world is very big. Actually, Mo Wen, you left this part."
"From the perspective of the entire world, Daxia is just this small."
He drew a circle on the map and continued, "The task of exploring the world is progressing slowly, mainly due to the route. This requires enormous manpower, material resources, and time, and also involves great risks."
"But I believe that within a few years, we will finally be able to uncover the veils covering this map."
Qin Mowen and Yan Xiwen stood on either side of him. Qin Mowen smiled and said, "To be honest, back in the Yu Dynasty, we all thought we were the center of the world, and that the only countries around us were the Wu Dynasty, Fan State, Yi State, and Huang State."
He shook his head and said, "So, this is called a frog in the well!"
Yan Xiwen was still very surprised and asked, "I just don't understand, how on earth do you know all this?!"
Fu Xiaoguan turned around and smiled, "Guess?"
Guess what!
I'm not a worm in your stomach.
Fu Xiaoguan sat in front of the coffee table and brewed a pot of tea. "Come, come and sit down."
"Ning Yuchun, Yun Xiyan and the others should be here soon. Let's have a small meeting here first."
The two sat down, and Fu Xiaoguan looked at Qin Mowen, "How is the old man's health now?"
"He's under the care of the imperial physician sent by His Majesty. Grandpa wrote in a letter saying he's in good health."
"Is he still teaching at West Hills College?"
"He loves this, and besides teaching he's also writing a book."
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned. "What book did he compile?"
"Daxia Records... He originally wanted to compile it into a historical record, but he had to look up so much information and his energy was limited, so he could only record the major events of Daxia over the years."
Fu Xiaoguan laughed. Could it be that this pedantic old man wanted to write a book about himself?
He looked at Yan Xiwen again, "Where is Old Master Yan?"
"It's not so bad. He said he planted chili peppers in that field and had a good harvest, but they were too spicy to eat."
"Hahaha..." Fu Xiaoguan laughed. He poured a cup of tea for the two of them. "I like it. Ask him to send it to me... No, the train from Jinling to Chang'an has opened. Ask him and Brother Qin to come together."
"Winter is coming soon. The winter in Jinling is colder than in Chang'an. I miss them very much, but I can't leave now. Let them spend the New Year in Chang'an this year so I can talk to them more."
Both Qin Bingzhong and Yan Beixi are over sixty years old.
They are old and no one knows how long they can live. Fu Xiaoguan really wants to see them more and talk to them more about the past and the future.
What happened in the past is a shared memory, and what will happen in the future... is the expectation for the future of Daxia.
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