Three Kingdoms, at the beginning of the game, recognize the thief as the father, hit the spectacle,

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Good guy, burned in the fire, committed suicide, and set himself on fire.

Hearing the dismal fate of the three "heroes" above, Zhang Yan frowned.

Whether it's true or not, since Zuo Ci has already said...

Then he still has to take this matter seriously.

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But if you want to promote national integration, or at least the integration of beliefs, how can it be so simple?

Thinking of the traditional religious beliefs of the Yueren clan and the chaotic Taoist system of the entire Han Dynasty, Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel his eyebrows twitch.

Can't tell.

Unreasonable.

I can't even melt into it.

Zhang Yan is very clear about the evil degree of things like religion.

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Chapter 7 Warm and Warm

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Now that Zuo Ci has given him the direction, Zhang Yan is too embarrassed to trouble these old ancestors for the rest.

He simply regarded these three people as honored guests, and promised the immortal Yu Ji that after building a temple for him next year, Zhang Yan took Ye'er and left the restaurant in a hurry without even having a few bites of food. .

Until he left, there was still a complicated look on his face.

According to his estimation, the final solution for this national integration is probably to start from the perspective of spectacle.

After all, with his ability and insight, although he can promote national integration through long-term efforts...but it will take too long.

Just like at the beginning... no, it was the Wuhu Luanhua in the future. Although the Wuhu finally merged into the cultural blood of the Han nationality, the tens and hundreds of years of running-in period and the various natural and man-made disasters caused by the running-in process were all caused by Zhang Han. Yan is unwilling to accept.

If you want to speed up this process, either Zhang Yan should learn from the first emperor Yingzheng, forcibly cut off the cultural inheritance of the Yue people, let them all learn Chinese from this generation, use Chinese characters, and then cut off their totem and myth inheritance from the root ... Only then will it be possible to complete the integration of Han and Yue within 20 years.

Or, what he can rely on is only one spectacle that can reconcile the celestial phenomena.

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After two years of exploration, Zhang Yan has long been able to confirm that the wonders he built are more or less related to the so-called "energy veins" of this world.

Whether it is the adjustment of the celestial phenomena by the sundial, or the easier adjustment of the time of day by the Lujiang waterway network, it all shows that Zhang Yan can use wonders as a tool to artificially interfere with the metaphysical part of the world.

This is amazing.

If a copy of the same script is forced, Zhang Yan can be sure that what awaits him must be a powerful counterattack from the existing Yue people.

It's like forcing all Muslim friends in Islam to believe in God, forcing them to deny the existence of Allah...

Except for the religious lunatics in Iberia, almost no leader of any power would make such a decision.

And through the spectacle it is different.

Use polytheistic buildings like the Pantheon to integrate the beliefs of the Han and Vietnamese into one system, or use a large number of various churches and Notre Dame-like monotheistic buildings to directly interpret the beliefs of the Yue people into the beliefs of the Han people. a...

Either way, the feasibility is more reliable than Zhang Yan's forcible integration of religion through political means.

And what Zhang Yan needs to pay is only a little time.

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Oh, there may be a re-adjustment of the construction order of the various wonders of the Lujiang River in the coming year...

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In this way, Zhang Yan left this place very quickly. Before leaving, he did not forget to turn his head and take a deep look in the direction of the private room upstairs.

In that private room, after seeing off Zhang Yan, the three brothers Zuo Ci, Nan Hua, and Yu Ji were still drinking and having fun.

As one of the actual controllers of the Qiao family property, Zhang Yan generously exempted them from today's drink money.

Although not much, it still made Zuo Ci and the others very happy, and they looked at Zhang Yan with a lot of kindness.

……

only……

For some reason, walking on the main road of Wancheng at this moment, Zhang Yan always felt as if he had forgotten something...

what's going on?

Zhang Yan was in a daze for a moment.

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"Master... I... I'm hungry."

It wasn't until Ye'er's aggrieved voice came from behind Zhang Yan that he suddenly realized that the girl he had been holding by his arm hadn't entered Zuo Ci's private room with him just now.

In other words, Ye'er hasn't eaten a single bite since morning.

"Pa" - patting his forehead, Zhang Yan turned his head and glanced at Ye'er, his expression seemed a bit dumbfounded.

After a while, he decisively pulled the opponent's little hand, and rushed back the way he came.

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"Dude, hurry up and ask the back kitchen to fry two dishes!"

"I haven't eaten lunch yet!"

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An hour passed in a flash, Zhang Yan wiped his lips, he was half full after eating, while Ye'er leaned on Zhang Yan's side with a blank face, hugging Zhang Yan's shoulder with one hand, stroking his lower abdomen with the other, I don't know what to think.

"Tsk, why is it like this?"

"Is your belly bulging?"

Stretching out his hand to lightly poke Ye'er's navel, Zhang Yan received Ye'er's white eyes while receiving a scream.

She violently knocked off her troublesome hand, and her subsequent expression seemed to be about to cry.

"Master, you still ask!"

Touching her slightly raised belly... especially the stomach, although Ye'er had imagined that she was really pregnant and conceived a child for Zhang Yan...

But for some reason, every time it comes to a critical moment... Zhang Yan is as if he has quit drugs, and he refuses to pour Wangzai's milk into the teacup no matter what.

Later, after he was married to Qiao Ying, the second daughter of the Qiao family, the chance of in-depth communication between the two became less than one-third of the original.

According to this situation, if she wants to conceive a child, she will have to wait until the year of the monkey.

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Therefore, the belly is a little swollen at the moment, it's just that Ye'er ate a little too much.

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Fortunately, it's not just me, seeing how her "mistress" Qiaoying has been married to Zhang Yan for more than a year without any news...

Ye'er didn't believe it, it was because there was something wrong with their bodies.

It is estimated that it is her master Zhang Yan's inexplicable persistence in her opinion.

Even more seriously, at Qiaoying's age and her... knowledge, whether she can realize that Zhang Yan is deliberately controlling her is still a matter of opinion.

According to Zhang Yan's personality, even if Qiaoying still has no news for the next three years, Ye'er doesn't think it's strange.

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"Okay, okay...don't make this joke."

"Ye'er, you know me, wait a little longer, let's discuss this kind of thing when you are older."

Very chicly recorded the meal on the account of the Qiao family, Zhang Yan comforted Ye'er with a smile, and led her out of the restaurant.

wobble wobble~ wobble wobble~

After a while, the two of them returned to the largest civil building in the south of Wancheng - Wan Guohou's Mansion.

Taking off the heavy fur robe on his body, feeling the warmth of the carbon stove in the room, which is better than nothing, Zhang Yan went straight to the bedroom.

Before there was such a thing as a sofa, a warm bed would always be Zhang Yan's favorite place to go in his spare time.

Don't ask him why he doesn't sit on cushions and warm up around the charcoal stove like other traversers.

The question is that he has a detached position and doesn't have to abide by the rules of the Han Dynasty.

What can't go to bed during the day or something... has something to do with him!

As long as nothing happened to Lujiang, no one would dare to gossip about him even if he lay in bed for 24 hours.

The cold cushion, and sitting directly on the ground...

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Well, dogs don't do it.

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"Ah, husband, are you back?"

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Yan turned his eyes and saw Qiao Ying curled up on the bed wrapped up like a flannel ball.

Because Ye'er was a little tired in the afternoon, she went to rest first. In the room at the moment, only Zhang Yan and Qiao Ying were present.

Not far from his big mahogany bed, there is a charcoal stove for warming the fire.

But even so, the room was still a bit gloomy and cold, and even occasionally a cold wind came into the room from under the crack of the door, making Qiaoying's hands and feet cold and shivering all over.

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There is no way, this is the winter in the Huaihe area, the temperature can be as low as zero, and there is snow outside the house, but there is no suitable heating facility inside the house, so I can barely bake the charcoal stove and rest wrapped in a cup.

Even if we wait until China after 2000, the winter in Anhui and Jiangsu is still very sad.