Finally back!

Carefully, he filled his water bladder with river water.

After crossing the river, another handful of soil was packed in cloth.

Qian Tang's face showed a satisfied smile.

With these things, this trip is enough!

Just as he was giggling, someone came over to deliver the message.

"Qian Tang, His Majesty is about to enter Dadu, and before entering Dadu, the Holy Emperor has to go to Gaoliang River."

Qian Tang was shocked all over and quickly followed the guards and hurried forward to the Gaoliang River.

Outside Xizhimen in Dadu, there is an inconspicuous river. The river surface is not wide, the water flow is not fast, and the shallow position is so that you can even wade across it.

In this place, the Song Dynasty was defeated.

This ended the history of unifying the world without a major defeat since the Later Zhou Dynasty... The unification process of the Song Dynasty also came to a halt.

The slope that should be climbed did not go up, so the next step was all the way downhill, from the mountainside to the bottom of the valley, and finally to the bottom of the sea!

A small river actually reflects China's thousand-year national destiny.

Standing by the river, Zhu Yuanzhang was also filled with excitement and could not help clenching his fists.

"Sir, a stone monument needs to be erected in this place."

Zhang Ximeng smiled slightly and said, "What my lord said is absolutely true. I just think that in addition to the stone tablet, can I add something else?"

"What?"

"A donkey cart!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was startled, but he couldn't help laughing, "Okay, as you wish, this donkey cart should also be carved in stone. If you put it here, it can be preserved for a long time, so that future generations will always remember it in their hearts!"

In the town, the monarchs and ministers were chatting. On the other side, Qian Tang looked at the water of the Sorghum River, stared at it for a long time, and suddenly realized.

"I understand, my real thing! The Tao of Confucius and Mencius, and Zhu Xi's Neo-Confucianism are all fake! Only the territory is real, and only the unification of the nine states is the most important."

At this moment, Qian Tang looked like an enlightened monk, with an uncontrollable happy smile on his face.

After briefly recalling the manuscript written by Zhang Ximeng, Qian Tang became clearer that he should not judge the quality of this book based on his personal likes and dislikes, nor should he casually question the right or wrong of Zhang Ximeng's claims!

Only by standing here, in the land of Yanyun, can we understand the value of Zhang Ximeng's proposition and the significance of the Ming Dynasty's Northern Expedition.

And for the success of this Northern Expedition, no matter what changes are made, it is worth it.

"To this day, the Ming Dynasty is the orthodoxy in the world!"

This time there is no need for debate or doubt.

The Ming Dynasty, which has already reached the land of Yanyun, is the orthodoxy in the world.

"Qian Tang is quite interesting. He accepts death, but once he wakes up, he may not be able to do bigger things." Zhang Ximeng said with a smile.

Zhu Yuanzhang was too lazy to care about Qian Tang. After all, he still didn't trust this person very much.

"Sir, we have been thinking that the Ming Dynasty is the orthodox one, how should we write about the Zhao and Song Dynasties in the history books?"
Chapter completed!