palm river mountain

"The old man was crying secretly in the long corridor, shouldn't he seek death?"

Holding an umbrella, Gu Yu followed Duan Yi, speaking with a bit of hesitation.He just started to be a normal person, no different from just being a person, always a little bit uncertain.

Duan Yi didn't even turn her head, the wooden clogs on her feet slammed on the bluestone slab.

"It's okay. The beams here are high. Even if he puts a chair on top of the table and puts a stool on top of the chair, and then people stand on it and jump, it won't be able to hang the rope for hanging."

Gu Yu was puzzled when he heard this, Duan Sixian usually only taught him how to kill people, but never seriously taught him how to live in the world.

Although these words sound weird, but Duan Yixin has many followers and is well-known, what he wants to say is the truth of being a human being, and it is worth pondering day and night.

Thinking silently, Gu Yu followed behind Duan Yi like a shadow, went to the gatehouse to get a coir raincoat, put on a bamboo hat, called someone to lead a horse, and galloped directly towards the outside of Xiangyang City.

The heavy rain was pouring, and there were hardly any people and horses in the market. The rain fell on the ground and crackled, almost drowning out the sound of horses' hooves.

In an elegant room of a teahouse next to the main street, a middle-aged man in his thirties sat by the window and stared at the market. Pegasus flashed by like a gust of wind. The man rubbed his eyes , but the horse disappeared again.

"He Gu, the rain is coming in, what are you still doing sitting by the window? How disrespectful is it to get your clothes wet? Come to Xiangyang City, haven't you heard enough of the rain?"

Someone saw that the rainwater was pouring in, wet the table, and shouted at the middle-aged man with some dissatisfaction.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone in the room looked at him. The man's name was He Gu, and he had a very weird temper. He couldn't even fart with three sticks.If he and Ouyang Ji were not related, he would never have been invited to the tea banquet today.

"That's not it! It's better to be in the north. It's raining and mud is everywhere. It's a pity for my good boots. But He Gu, your uncle can tell you that the surname Duan on his birthday party will go……"

As soon as the surname Duan was mentioned, everyone in the room couldn't help but sighed.

He Gu didn't say a word, he still didn't close the window, just staring at the rainwater outside the window, they were all in great trouble in the capital, when Shen Qing'an handed over to the northern barbarians, they worked hard to evacuate from the city from.

More or less, there used to be officials.

Now that the dynasties have changed, the Changyuan Covenant has been spread all over the world. Although the two countries have not yet set their country names, the two kings have not ascended the throne and proclaimed themselves emperors.But it is a vassal king, that is also a vassal king who occupies half of the country.

In the past, civil servants like them were not useful in wars, but now, it can be regarded as giving them hope of recovery.

"Do you really want to bow your head to the woman in Xiangyang City? This is simply an act of disturbing human relations. The little lady has long hair and short knowledge. I don't know how aggrieved she is to work under her hands."

"Even if Xiangyang is not good, how about we go to Kyoto?"

An old man in a blue Confucian uniform touched his white beard and suggested to everyone.

As soon as he said this, the people in the room immediately had different opinions.

"That's right! We were originally officials in the capital, and the court is short of people after we go back. Isn't it just right..."

"You're thinking about it. Where is that guy from over there? Jiangnan! There are many talents in Jiangnan, and the most important thing is scholars; although the Zhou Dynasty is gone, Li Wang, Lu Liu, and the like are still there. Woolen cloth……"

"That's right! Over there, there are more monks and less porridge, but here it is different. There is no one available for that little lady, except for a military advisor. It is said that she is a national scholar, but she has not passed the examination... There is no one available."

"I've already heard rumors that Duan will definitely go to Ouyang's birthday banquet, and he will learn from Liu Bei's visit to the thatched cottage..."

Before the last person finished speaking, he was interrupted by He Gu by the window.

He got up abruptly, let go of his hands so quickly, the open window was blown shut with a bang, which startled everyone in the room.

The old man in blue Confucian uniform is the oldest here, and everyone calls him Old Jiang, and he is the one who invited people to come to the tea party today.

Mr. Jiang covered his heart, looked at He Gu displeasedly, and said angrily, "He Gu, what's your intention? If you don't want to come, then why don't you come? Window, shake your face."

"Master Du talked to you earlier, but you ignored him. Although you called Ouyang Ji uncle. But the Lu family is an aristocratic family, there are countless women in the clan, and your mother is not from the Lu family. Father..."

That He Gu didn't say a word, he asked the boy to hitch the carriage on his own, asked Dr. Cha for rain gear, and walked to the door.

Seeing his defiant look, Mr. Jiang trembled with anger, "How dare you, Shuzi? Your father doesn't even have an official position."

He Gu stamped his feet, turned his head to look around the crowd, and slowly opened his mouth.

His voice was like the sound of a wooden fish in a temple, very calm, "All the monarchs are well-educated people. We know that the destruction of a dynasty is not only due to an incompetent monarch, but also because of a group of incompetent ministers."

"A Dou who can't help? In Dazhou, we don't even have a single person who can help A Dou."

He Gu said, looking towards the window, "Since we came to Xiangyang, how many times has it rained? Will there be floods this year? None of the officials thought about the life and death of the people, but crowded into a teahouse, Treat yourself like pork, put it on the chopping board and wait for the price."

"When there is such a tea party in the future, there is no need to call He Mou. The way is different, and we don't conspire with each other, so why bother to hate each other!"

After He Gu finished speaking, he straightened his coir raincoat and went downstairs in stride.

Mr. Jiang came back to his senses, stomped his feet, and his beard trembled with anger, "The world is declining, and people's hearts are not old! People nowadays don't pay attention to dignity? He Gu has been an official for 20 years , has never been promoted to an official, what kind of waterlogging does he know, what kind of people do he know?"

Old Jiang became more and more angry, "If you were someone else, with the Lu family as your backer, even if a pig has been an official for ten years, then everything would take off!"

He Gu listened, left the tea house without saying a word, and got into the carriage with an umbrella.

"Master, where are we going? Back to Ouyang's house?"

He Gu shook his head, "No, let's go out of the city and go to the Han River. In the future, if these people send me messages, don't answer them. If you come to the door, they will also be driven out, and there is no need to meet each other."

The boy responded and drove towards the outside of the city. Recalling what He Gu had just been scolded, he muttered with some dissatisfaction, "Da Zhou is dead, so there are no one who is an adult. They are all ordinary people, and they are still ordinary people. They should be divided into three, six, and nine classes."

"When our lord becomes a high official..."

The boy was suddenly dumb as he spoke.

The lord of his family has not made any progress in ten years, and he dreams of becoming a high-ranking official.