Compared to more than a thousand years later, Qin Zhidao was buried in the long river of time, buried in the yellow sand and grass and never saw the light of day.

Although the Qinzhidao in the Three Kingdoms era was strategically shrinking in the middle and late Han Dynasty, many sections of the road were left unmaintained and lost their original smoothness.

But it can barely carry the team without causing them to lose their direction.

This made Feng Junhou have to lament the quality of the work of the figurine Kuangmo - thinking of the artificial stone Shuangnan Avenue that he personally supervised and built, but it only took about ten years to renovate it.

Feng Junhou was really a little ashamed.

"If the Han Dynasty really wants to consolidate the hometown of Jiuyuan, I'm afraid it won't be possible to merge the states alone. Shuofang County is really too far away from Taiyuan."

"It is still necessary to repair the Qin Straight Road, imitate the Qin system, and build military cities along the way. At the worst, we must also imitate the Qishan Road and build postal stations along the way."

Feng Junhou was tired from riding, so he simply ran to Li Mu's carriage to rest.

He raised the curtain of the carriage, looked at the vast wild world, and said to General Guan who was riding next to the carriage.

According to what has been discovered these days, signs of desert have begun to appear two to three hundred miles west of Qinzhi Road.

Although it is not serious, it is enough to attract Feng Junhou's attention.

In the future, the northern section of Qinzhi Road will disappear into the sand, and it will take three feet of digging to determine it.

It's just that during the Little Ice Age, the climate was already abnormal, and the constant precipitation line moved southward.

The Han Dynasty at this time did not have the ability of future generations to transform the desert.

So Feng Junhou knew that deserts were beginning to appear in later generations, but he could only watch helplessly.

The only thing he can do is to minimize human contribution to the desertification process.

The natural desertification process may take hundreds or even thousands of years.

But as long as humans join in, this process may be shortened to hundreds or even decades.

Therefore, he must control Yinshan and limit the activities of the barbarians within a certain range.

At the same time, we will promote livestock breeding in captivity to minimize damage to the water and soil of the Hetao.

Not only for future generations, but also for the Han Dynasty to control the Loop for a longer period of time.

General Guan also looked into the distance and said:

"I heard that Qin Shihuang mobilized 300,000 people to build this road, and the money and food supplies were overwhelming."

"If Alang wants to completely restore Qin Zhidao, I'm afraid it won't be that simple."

Feng Junhou sighed:

"No matter how difficult it is, we have to do it. After all, in addition to consolidating the Jiuyuan hometown, the future foundation of the Xinghan Society will also be in the north."

General Guan nodded, pursed his lips again, and suddenly said:

"It would be great if Kebineng's tribe were still there. At least 40,000 to 50,000 laborers could be squeezed out. If we add in the barbarians outside the Great Wall and get more labor, we could still have 70,000 to 80,000 people."

"Coupled with the engineering team in Alang's hands, if we slowly build it for a few years, I'm afraid it will be even better than Qin Shi Huang's."

Feng Junhou looked at General Guan's regretful expression and twitched the corner of his mouth.

I don’t know which switch General Guan Da turned on unintentionally. Whenever he mentioned a big project, he would immediately think of going out to seize barbarians as laborers.

Recalling that he had just compared Shuangnan Avenue in Hanzhong with Qin Zhidao, Feng Junhou felt embarrassed about his own confidence:

"Xijun is joking, how can I dare to compare with Qin Shihuang about building roads?"

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After the team arrived at Qiaoshan, Li Mu had to get off the car and start riding his horse.

The Qinzhi Road, which has not been maintained for nearly a hundred years, has begun to become unsuitable for horse-drawn carriages in its mountainous sections.

In addition to the tug-of-war between Jiang Wei and Guo Huai at Qiaoshan last year, both sides dug many deep ditches and trenches to block the other side's attack.

This further led to the deterioration of road conditions.

After crossing Qiaoshan and officially entering Guanzhong, the road became easier to walk on.

The section of Qinzhi Road in Guanzhong has been regarded as an official road for hundreds of years.

Especially when Sima Yi was building the bridge and mountain fortifications, he also specially repaired the Qin Zhidao in Guanzhong, which now gave Feng Junhou an advantage.

From Qiaoshan, Qinzhi Road can lead directly to Chang'an.

Guanzhong in September has entered the end of the autumn harvest.

Officials from various places are nervously counting the local people's grain harvest, and after the statistics are completed, they have to report to Chang'an.

This is to prevent Changan from being unprepared when winter comes due to insufficient local food rations.

So when Feng Junhou's team entered the city, Secretary Zhang Da, who was staying in Chang'an, did not arrange for anyone to come to greet them.

It wasn't until he arrived in front of the government office that a crisp voice suddenly sounded: "Sir!"

Following the cry, two small figures rushed towards Feng Junhou who was getting off his horse.

Feng Junhou laughed, hugged Shuangshuang and Ah Chong one by one, and kissed each of them.

"Sir, I want it too, I want it too!"

Ah Shun, who was already five years old, could not run as fast as his elder sister and elder brother. He was beaten by his elder sister and elder brother. He was so anxious that he hugged the adults' legs and jumped and screamed.

"Okay, okay, you come too."

Feng Junhou lowered his head, put both hands on his neck with one arm, and then picked up Ah Shun.

That is to say, Feng Junhou has been exercising all year round and often fighting on the battlefield. He is quite strong and strong, so he can easily carry his three children.

Zhang Xingyi and Amei, holding three two-year-old children, stood at the door of the government office.

"came back?"

Zhang Xiaosi pretended to say hello calmly in front of everyone.

Feng Junhou had both hands riding on his neck. He couldn't nod, so he just responded: "Yes, I'm back."

"I respectfully welcome you back to your home."

Compared to Zhang Xiaosi, Amei seems much gentler.

"well."

"Still not coming down? Don't you want to ride an adult across the gate? What does it look like!"

General Guan Da followed up and scolded his eldest daughter with a cold face.

Both of them didn't dare to speak. They quickly hugged Feng Junhou's head and tried to escape.

Feng Junhou was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly put Ah Chong and Ah Shun down, and then held his daughter down with his backhand.

"My child has met my mother!"

Two pairs of Ah Chong and Ah Shun stood in a row and respectfully saluted General Guan.

General Guan then nodded with satisfaction.

Then the three children saluted Li Mu who was following General Guan:

"I've met Aunt Mu."

Li Mu stretched out his hands and said, "Good boy, get up quickly."

Probably because I saw my sister and brother’s actions, I thought it was very funny.

The three two-year-old little babies behind broke free from the hands of Zhang Xiaosi and Amei, and started yelling:

"My lord, grandma!"

While running over, stumbling and stumbling.

Feng Junhou laughed again, bent down and picked up the two.

Li Mu, who had not seen his child for a long time, was finally able to follow Feng Junhou's movements and step forward to hug his child tightly.

"Let's go, let's talk about it back home."

After bathing in the backyard and washing off the dust on his body, he checked the homework of the three children to confirm that they had not neglected their studies.

"Bah bang bang!"

As expected, after a few months, General Guan once again picked up the whip and slapped his palms and buttocks several times.

Both of them pursed their mouths, their big eyes full of tears, but they didn't dare to cry out.

She turned her head and looked towards Feng Junhou.

Feng Junhou quickly averted his eyes, not daring to look at his daughter.

Ah Chong wanted to slip away quietly.

General Guan Da stepped up and picked him up with a few more "snap, snap, snap" sounds.

Ah Chong was not as strong as his sister, and cried "Wow".

Feng Junhou sighed.
To be continued...