Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"Prime Minister, this is a beautiful wish of future generations. It means that if the army you lead has more than enough food, can it successfully march north?" Su Jiahe tried his best to explain in a language that the ancients could understand.

"Unlimited food? That's fantastic! The biggest worry in war is running out of rations." Zhuge Liang said with a wry smile, "Unfortunately, there's no such thing as unlimited food in this world."

Zhuge Liang wanted to exit the post, but accidentally clicked on the topic tag [Zhuge Liang]. In an instant, a string of questions about Zhuge Liang popped up on the screen.

[Giving Zhuge Liang unlimited Coke, could the Northern Expedition succeed?]

[Give Zhuge Liang a Gatling gun with unlimited bullets. Can he succeed in the Northern Expedition?]

[If Zhuge Liang had one million college students, would the Northern Expedition have succeeded?]

[If Zhuge Liang had a train that could always run normally, would the Northern Expedition succeed?]

Netizens were full of imagination, and some even gave Zhuge Liang unlimited Haidilao, unlimited mobile phone data, unlimited toilet paper, a nuclear bomb, an armored division, and even a Sun Wukong...

"What are these?" Zhuge Liang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Su Jiahe looked at the strange questions and didn't laugh.

"Prime Minister, although these ideas may be fanciful, they reflect our shared wish—until now, we all hope that you will win once."

"If you need anything else on your trip, just tell me and I'll prepare it for you in the next few days."

Su Jiahe didn't expect that so many people fantasized about sending gifts to Zhuge Liang, but in the end he actually did it.

"Miss Su, we don't want anything. I've read the books you gave me, and they're enough to build a strong country." Huang Yueying said confidently.

"But I'm sorry to trouble you, Madam, when I get back." Zhuge Liang looked at Huang Yueying gratefully.

"As long as we can successfully carry out the Northern Expedition and repay the late emperor, why should I bother? We should thank Miss Su."

"No need to thank me, it's just a small favor." Su Jiahe said quickly.

Before, Su Jiahe had only heard the story of Huang Yueying in novels. Now that he had seen her in person, he realized that she was just as the legend said. Not only was she talented, but she was also a good wife.

On the second day, Su Jiahe rented a car locally and took his group north to Jianmen Pass.

"Prime Minister, this is the Jianmen Pass that you originally built."

Zhuge Liang looked up at the towering green mountains and recalled the swordplay of the past.

"This place is a natural barrier, easy to defend but difficult to attack. Thousands of years later, it's still as treacherous as ever."

At this time, a travel agency staff member came over with a flyer.

"Hello, would you like to climb Jianmen Pass? We offer pick-up and drop-off services, and there are discounts for groups."

Su Jiahe's hair stood on end when he recalled the last time he and Li Bai went hiking.

"Prime Minister, Madam, do you want to go to the mountain to take a look?"

"Forget it. I'm too old to climb up now."

"Okay, let's go stroll around the ancient city." Su Jiahe turned around quickly as if he was pardoned, got into the car, and took everyone to Zhaohua Ancient City.

In the ancient city, several people walked on the bluestone slabs and soon arrived at Jiameng Pass.

"I remember this place." Zhuge Liang said slowly as he looked at the scenery in front of him.

"Has the Prime Minister been here?"

"This is where Yide once battled Ma Chao by lantern light. In those days, the lord, Yunchang, and Yide swore brotherhood in Peach Garden, and the three of them shared a deep bond. In the blink of an eye, all those old friends are gone."

As Zhuge Liang spoke, his eyes became moist again.

"Don't be sad, Prime Minister." Su Jiahe suddenly realized that all the scenic spots along the way were tear-jerking for Zhuge Liang.

"Why don't we go somewhere else and have some fun for a few days."

"No need," Zhuge Liang waved his hand. "Miss Su, let's just go the way we came. It's a good opportunity for me to visit some old friends along the way."

"Okay." Su Jiahe led the group to continue to tour the ancient city.

As they walked, they came across another ancient tomb site. Next to it was a sign that read "Fei Yi's Tomb."

"Fei Yi, is he the one in 'The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital'?" Su Jiahe blurted out involuntarily.

"Miss Su knows my "Departure Ceremony"?

"Of course I know. When I was in school, we were required to memorize the entire text." Su Jiahe recalled the days when he memorized the text until he was exhausted.

"Future generations have to recite it?" Zhuge Liang was slightly surprised, then he lowered his head and smiled.

"When I get back, I'm going to test my child to see if he can memorize it."

"Prime Minister, you must remember to test him." Su Jiahe was secretly happy.

Even if I get caught in the rain, I will still tear Adou's umbrella into pieces.

After touring the ancient town, they rested for one night. The next morning, Su Jiahe drove to Hanzhong.

There is a small county town near Hanzhong called Mian County, where Zhuge Liang's tomb is located.

"Prime Minister, you don't mind, do you?" Su Jiahe asked carefully.

"What's there to worry about? A thousand years of achievements are nothing but a handful of yellow earth." Zhuge Liang said as he walked calmly to the tomb.

There were many bouquets of flowers placed in front of the tomb, and some of the bouquets had small cards attached to them.

"Prime Minister, do you know that many people are writing letters to you and leaving them in front of your tomb?"

Zhuge Liang half-knelt on the ground, bent over, and carefully identified the words on a card.

[We both wish to recover the Central Plains. Remember, the Han flag will never fade in the face of wind and rain. May the Prime Minister live forever!]

The handwriting on it is very beautiful, vigorous and powerful, and the name signed is [Qingying].

"Thank you very much, my friend named Qingying." Zhuge Liang bowed and expressed his gratitude while looking at the card.

There was also a card attached to a bunch of white chrysanthemums next to it.

May there be no wars or divisions in your next life. May you no longer have to worry about your country and your people. May you fulfill your previous life's wish and spend the rest of your life as a farmer.

"For the rest of my life I will be a farmer," Zhuge Liang muttered to himself, a warm smile crossing his face. "This friend truly understands me."

There were many letters at the tomb, some plain, some brilliant, some full of passion, some like family greetings. Zhuge Liang read them all carefully and thanked each one, even though he had never met the writer.

At this time, another young girl came with a bouquet of flowers and placed it neatly in front of the tomb.

Zhuge Liang saw that there was a blue card in the bouquet.

"Miss Su, what is this?"

Su Jiahe picked up the blue card and found that it was a train ticket from Jinguan City to Chang'an City.

There is a line of small words on the back of the train ticket:

[Prime Minister, it only takes three hours to get from Shu to the old capital today.]

"This person is so creative." Su Jiahe felt touched and carefully put the ticket back.

The price of the ticket was 263 yuan. People said that this number was to commemorate the demise of the Shu Kingdom.

After visiting his own tomb, Zhuge Liang slowly stood up with the help of Su Jiahe and He Shuangqing.

"Prime Minister, go back and rest. The next stop is Qishan."