In the spirit of striking while the iron is hot, Xiong Jing began to draw a world map that night. Unfortunately, he was young and weak, and he became sleepy before he started writing. In the next two days, he finally sketched the simple version of the world map, and introduced American agricultural corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, horses from West Asia and Western Europe on silk, and also mentioned the spices from South China Sea and the golden gemstones from Africa.

It is not difficult to draw a map, and it is not difficult to introduce the properties of various continents - for a great sailing enthusiast in later generations, this is a matter of being captured. The real difficulty is how to present the map to the King of Chu. Thinking of the unpleasant experience last time, Xiong Jing felt that it was better to wait for the price to offer treasures and let the King of Chu take it himself, but how can he let the King of Chu take it himself?

"You don't worry about your best. The school will start in the next day. The king will go to Lantai with all officials to perform the ceremony of explaining the dishes. The king values ​​his best and will have the opportunity to be the only one." Ge saw that Xiong Jing was worried about writing a letter and spoke to enlighten him.

"Perform the ritual of exposing the vegetables?" Xiong Jing murmured, hesitating whether he would present the map so early.

"This is a sacrifice to the ancestors of sages and teachers. They use apples and baths as sacrifices, not cattle, sheep, coins and silk." Ge Dao.

"The next day... let's go next day." Xiong Jing made up his mind and gave up waiting for the price, intending to make a suggestion the next day. However, when the next day, another problem occurred.

"Why don't your father come?" When he was explaining the dishes, the zither was written by the masterpiece. All the students in the school sat upright in the court, chanting the deer song, the four peonies, and the Emperor's Book of Songs. Xiong Jing did not see the King of Chu, and the sacrifice was hosted by the emperor Huang Xie.

Ge did not see the King of Chu's carriage outside the school palace, and he was also surprised by this. "The old servant has sent someone to the palace to inquire."

"Forget it, if you don't come, don't come." Xiong Jingyixing was useless. "What about the shipbuilder?"

"The craftsmen in the city are very expensive..." Ge's face looked bitter again, "Ordinary slaves are worth 15,000 yuan, and shipbuilders are ten times more likely. The old servants searched for the nu City in Yingdu, but only found more than a dozen people."

"Ten times?!" Xiong Jing quickly converted his mind and was shocked. An ordinary slave needs two golds, and ten times the craftsman is twenty gold. He only has one thousand gold in total, and he has no money to buy fifty craftsmen. "Why is it so expensive?"

"The Chu State has many rivers crisscrossing, and many people built boats. In just one place in Shouying, there are more than ten boat houses. Nearby there are Xiacai, Jiuzi, Que'an, Zhongli, Xiyi, and far away there are Que'an, Tongzi, Zhufang, Guangling and other ports. The young minister has asked the young lady to find boat craftsmen in Zhao State..."

"Looking for craftsmen from Zhao State?" Ge Guo was indeed the confidant of his mother's mother. The first person he thought of when he encountered difficulties was his mother. "The Zhao State is too far away, and the craftsmen arrived in unknown years. Since there are more than a dozen craftsmen, let's use them first." Xiong Jing said, "There are not enough people to be transferred from my Ling, after all, it is my fief."

"Vei." Ge agreed.

"What about the place? Are you found a place suitable for building a dock?" Xiong Jing asked.

"The old servant found a good place on the north of Zijin Mountain, on the banks of Huai River." Ge gradually got used to Xiong Jing's style of doing things and immediately took out a sketch from his arms. "There is a stream in the mountains, and it gathers into the Huai River. Build a dike to get water for years, and digging a pond can make a shipbuilding dock."

Ge's sketches are painted by the palace studio, with mountains, slopes, trees and ravines, and they are clearly visible at a glance.

"What is this?" Xiong Jing asked, pointing to a place on the mountain at the upper left corner.

"This is..." Ge glanced at it, "This is the tomb of the General Jingyang."

"The tomb of the Great General Jingyang? Why is it buried here?" The noble spirit position with identity entered the ancestral temple, and the tomb was buried in the same place as the ancestors. It was really strange that Jingyang was buried alone on Zijin Mountain.

"Four years ago, the five countries jointly attacked Qin. The king was the chief of the Hezong. The commander of Yin Chunshen, and Pang Nuan was the commander of the army and defeated the matter." Ge's tone sank, and he talked about the past of military and national affairs. "According to the laws of Chu, the generals must be killed. Although the army was not overthrown this time, the efforts were lost, which made the old Ying hopeless. Therefore, Jingyang hanged himself outside Shouying, at the foot of Zijin Mountain. His subordinates led the generals and officers to be buried with them. The King of Chu was willing to be buried in the ancestral tomb. However, before Jingyang finally told his servants to bury the northwest of the mountain."

"Why did he have to be buried in the northwest of the mountain?" Xiong Jing was a little confused. The way to defeat the army and kill the general made him feel sad.

"Buried to the northwest, to warn the Qin army." Ge Su replied resolutely, looking at Xiong Jing with a slightly disappointed look.

Originally, he was discussing the shipyard, but the things inserted accidentally made Xiong Jing feel uncomfortable. Although he had lived in Chu for several years, he did not understand this era or this country at all. He had always used his own outsiders to the authorities. The experience of Chu General Jing Yang touched his heart and made him feel something stuck. After the discussion, he inexplicably went to the library of the Academy.

The library is located south of the Academy. It is an independent building. The Taiguang Hall is high and towering, which looks like the Chu Palace. After entering the hall, Xiong Jing hesitated: What does the matter of Chu have to do with him? The dynasty is destroyed, the rise and fall of dynasties, and all the past and present, both in China and abroad. What is there to regret? Let’s forget about crying for the ancients...

Xiong Jing was hesitant in the library and did not find an old man named Guan was smiling at him. When he turned around and planned to leave, the old man named Guan shouted to him: "Hey! Boy..."

"Did the old man call me?" Xiong Jing was not alone. When he thought of the Rule of the Academy, he had to answer with his disciples' courtesy.

"Haha..." the old man laughed. He was too old, and his wrinkles on his face were indescribably weird. "But Zijing?" he asked.

"It's just not the honest, how can you ask me what you call me?" Xiong Jing was at the youngest in the school at the age of seven. He was too young and naturally attracted attention.

"Haha." The old man didn't say who he was, but said, "Follow me." After that, he disappeared into the depths of the library.

"First..." The library has many windows, but they are still dark. The old man's figure sank into the bamboo slips like a mountain. Xiong Jing's follower Yu was afraid that his master would be in trouble, so he had to remind him.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Xiong Jing felt so distressed when he said it, but this place was a library after all. Although the old man didn't feel like a bad person, he had already moved forward as he spoke, and took two steps before saying, "You'll follow me."

Jianshan’s sea of ​​books, the deeper the library, the more moldy the smell, the darker the light. Xiong Jing almost tripped by the bamboo slips in the middle of the narrow road while walking. Fortunately, when the darkest place passed, a bright ray of sunlight shone in from above his head. In front of him was no longer the bamboo slips of the mountain, but piles of oracle bones. The old man stood at the small door at the end of the oracle bones a hundred steps away and looked back. When he saw him coming, he waved his hand again, and then flashed into the small door and disappeared.

"This is the text of the Qiwen." He picked up a piece of oracle bones, which were engraved with words. "Where is the front?" Xiong Jing asked.

"I don't know." The feather hand pressed the hilt of the sword, and was fully alert, walking in front of Xiong Jing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, go and take a look." Xiong Jing wanted to know what the old man was doing, just like exploring the hidden secret.

"I've seen Zijing." As soon as I walked to the door, a man appeared, but it was Mr. Jia who visited that day.

"Why is Zi Duan here?" Xiong Jingqi said, feeling no longer so scared.

"I will know when Zi Jing enters the room." Zhao Duan sighed again and then took a breath, and directly made a call.

Xiong Jing did not doubt that he was there, and he seemed to hear the sound of reading inside. Indeed, as soon as he entered the room, he heard someone reading: "The void of Kunlun is 800 miles in radius and ten thousand feet high. There are Muhe on it, five long and five circumferences...', but more people sat on the ground, engraving the abbreviation. Although the scene was big, it was not at all confusing.

Zhao Duan walked forward, walked through the mat and went to the old man to bow his head. Xiong Jing also bowed his head and said, "I have met Mr.".

The old man coughed and said, "I have no name, and people in the world call each other a turtle crown. I heard Zijing say, "Kunlun is just a mountain range where the quicksand is over. The Queen Mother of the West is not an immortal, just a queen of the Western Regions." How dare I ask Zijing how he knew?"

It turned out that it was the last time that popularized science and world geography was causing trouble. Xiong Jing was very calm. However, he could not explain what happened thousands of miles away, so he had to say: "I was born to know it, and to the truth."

"Born knowing it? I am born knowing it. I dare to ask about the rivers and mountains of my Chu State." The middle-aged man next to the old man opened his mouth. He wore a mysterious douche and a simple dress, probably a doctor in the court. There was also a man standing beside this man, with a high crown and a broad belt, a mysterious dress and a deep look. Xiong Jing didn't look at him much, but was only attracted by his girl-eyes like picturesque eyebrows and skin, skin and skin are better than snow, like a piece of glowing white jade. Even in men's clothing, it was hard to hide its beauty.

"The rivers and mountains of Chu State?" Xiong Jing tried his best to move his eyes away, and his face felt a little hot. "The Yangtze River has the Yangtze River, which comes down from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, enters Sichuan and Sichuan, exits Jianghan, and goes out of the Yangtze River to the east, and travels more than 10,000 miles. The water has Huai, Han, Hunan, Gan, and Qiantang..." There are different places in ancient and modern times. When talking about Qiantang River, Xiong Jing stopped. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he continued: "The mountain has Hengshan (Dabie Mountain), Tongbai, and Siming in Kuaiji. There are five ridges south of Hunan and Jiangxi. This is the mountain of Chu State."

"...The victory of Chu State is all in the Huai River and the Yangtze River." Seeing that the doctor was about to ask another question, Xiong Jing was afraid that he would continue to ask about the mountains and rivers of Qin State Zhao State. No one would believe the world geography he described. He was even more stimulated by something strange in his body and began to say amazing words. "The three gates of the Ming Dynasty are not enough to hold on."

Sure enough, this topic immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the old man asked, "I wish I could tell you."

It was incredible that the 80-year-old man asked the boy three-foot, but the theme of the conversation was extremely attractive. Not only did everyone here feel that it was inappropriate, but his body was exploring all over Xiong Jing.

"The world is like a chessboard, which can be divided into four corners and four sides." Although dynasties have never liked to study the dangers of mountains and rivers, SC was once the military, and there were many posts studying military geography. Xiong Jing calmed everyone down as soon as he spoke - no one has ever compared the world to a chessboard.

"The four corners are Guanzhong, Hebei, Southeast, Bashu; the four sides are Shanxi, Shandong, and our Chu State's old Ying Jianghan." Xiong Jing sighed relieved by changing the place names of later generations to the current place names. "Guanzhong is Qin State, which is known to everyone in Hangu Pass, and the wealth of Qinchuan in the 800-mile area is obvious to all; the north of the river is the land of Yanzhao, Taihang in the west, and Yanshan in the north, if the two countries can be one country, it is the capital of the overlord; the southeast is the territory of Chu State, and the north of the Huai River is a plain, and there is no danger to defend, and the only one that can be maintained is Jianghuai, which is definitely not the three passes of Mingqi. If the enemy attacks, it will never follow the Ru River, but go south, or sail on the river, and ride the wind to advance east."

The old man's eyes became brighter and Xiong Jing's words came to his heart. He immediately asked someone to find a map and asked, "If the enemy is like this, how should we deal with it?"

"If you want to establish an invincible land, then Ying will be restored. Wan County is the gate of the world, connected to all directions, and can be used in the east, south, west and north; Deng is the waist of the world, and it will be unstable in the south of the Yangtze River." Xiong Jing pointed to the map, and there were no Nanyang and Xiangyang on it, but there were nearby cities of Wan and Deng. "If you don't get back to the old Ying, the enemy can enter the river from the old Ying and go down the river, but I have no way to stop it. On the side of the Huai River, you must stay tuned, Shouying, Zhongli, Gaoping, and Pengcheng must also defend it. If these few cities are lost, you can retreat to the Yangtze River, take Jinling as the foundation, cross the Guangling and Liyang, and resist the enemy by natural danger."

"Where is Liyang?" There is no Liyang on the map.

"There is Liyang between Zhaoguan and the Yangtze River, and Wu Zixu crosses the river." Xiong Jing added.

"How difficult is it to restore the old Ying!" The doctor lamented. "Moving the capital to the east, the east was trapped. In the past, Yangling Jun restored the fifteen cities on the riverside, but only had more than 100,000 soldiers. Although he destroyed the Lu State, the people of Lu refused to use it for me. Even if they failed, the troops of the five countries met the Qin army and left, just like field mice and cats. How can we restore my old Ying by relying on the strength of our Chu State?"

When state affairs were mentioned, everyone shook their heads. Before the Battle of Chuisha in 301 BC, Chu State was powerful. After Chuisha, it was hit one after another, and the northwest defense line was completely out of control. Then Bai Qi defeated Ying. The 800-year-old Jianghan Plain was seized by Qin State and had to move east to the Huaihe River Basin. For Chu State, this broke the backbone, with only half of the body left or half.

The east was vast and sparsely populated. Zhuang Xin, the Yangling Jun of Zhuang, who comforted the King of Chu, only raised 150,000 troops to recover Dongting County. The male gangs of seventeen to sixty years old were only more than 300,000. After that, the Chu State continued to expand its territory eastward, snatched part of the Song land from Wei Qi, and destroyed Lu State, but the harvest from the east still could not make up for the losses in the west.

Four years ago, he had hoped for Hezong, but he expected that the Hezong army retreated without a big battle, which forced Chu to move its capital to Shouying and survive. The countries also complained that Chu State was not planning well, and the idiom "The Frightened Bird" was passed down from later generations, which meant that Chu State should not recommend Qin Linwu Jun Pang Nuan as the commander; the King of Chu blamed Chunshen Jun, believing that he should not order the Chu army to retreat privately.

Even when the war happened several years ago, Xiong Jing was confused. Seeing that everyone looked unwilling, he could only keep silent.

"If you don't get back to the old Ying, what good advice does Zijing have?" The old man was the first to come back to his senses from his sorrow.

"If you can't restore the old Ying..." I looked on the map again. There was no Wuhan, only Ezhou. "Only by building a strong city here to defend it, we need to build a navy and combine water and land forces, which may prevent the enemy from advancing east."

"Xiazhou?" Xiong Jing said that the place where he wanted to build a city was built by Sun Quan during the Three Kingdoms period, which was built with the meaning of "Wu and Chang" in the meaning of "Wu and Chang". It was located south of the intersection of the Han River and the Yangtze River. Unfortunately, this is already a border. The north of the river is Qin State, and the south of the river is Chu State, and the two countries are the Yangtze River as the boundary.
Chapter completed!