Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 588
Guanzhong, Gan County, south of Liangshan, Zhaoling Village, an unnamed stream flows from the south of the village, bypassing several large sycamore trees at the foot of the mountain outside the village, and then goes eastward.

After careful study, this place is actually not Liangshan, but Jiuyi Mountain, also known as Jiujun Mountain. The village was named Zhaoling Village because the Zhaoling Mausoleum of Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty was here.

Li Xiaofeng, the son of Li Hao, the Minister of Shu and the Minister of the Household Department, has already arrived in Guanzhong.

Because this time Li Xiaofeng actually went secretly to Tokyo of Zhou State to test Zhou State's attitude in advance, so he didn't bring many attendants to come here with great fanfare.

However, it's just that Li Xiaofeng felt that he was very secretive, but in fact, from the moment he left the Chengdu mansion, he was always under the surveillance of Zhou Guojinyi's personal guards.

The reason why the Li family father and son are so valued is of course to plant a nail in the top bureaucratic system of the Shu Kingdom.

But being able to choose Li Hao and his son has nothing to do with Zhang Zhao.

Although Zhang Zhao did pay more attention to and liked history before time travel, but even so, he could remember that there was a man in Meng Shu who was downgraded by the world, and he was laughed at at that time and by later generations.

It would be an exaggeration to know who it was and what it was like.

Therefore, choosing Li Hao and his son as the breakthrough point was actually the result of joint discussions between Zhang Liecheng and Cao Wantong, the helm of the Hexi Chamber of Commerce.

Because after combining all kinds of situations, they keenly discovered the unification thought hidden in Li Hao.

So when Zhao Erlang, an intelligence agent in the middle of Sichuan, sent the news back, under the order of Cao Yuanzhong, who stayed behind in Chang'an and Jingzhao Yin, the maintenance and repair of this lonely tomb in Qian County began immediately.

And it is very coincidental that this lonely grave has long been under the maintenance of the Qianxian county government.

Because when Zhang Zhao entered Guanzhong for the first time in the past to quell the chaos, the rebels of the Zhangyi Army were entrenched in Qian County. Although it was not as miserable as Jingzhou, when the Hexi Army regained Ganzhou, the residents of the city also went to to make.

Zhang Zhao then ordered that the murdered people without relatives be buried collectively. When the cemetery was selected, it happened to be placed outside Zhaoling Village.

Later, nineteen Weizhou volunteers and civilian husbands who were sacrificed in the attack on Qianxian County were also buried here.

Later, when Zhang Zhao re-entered Guanzhong, due to lack of care for a long time, it was no longer clear who were the Weizhou volunteers?Which are the funerals of the murdered people in Qianzhou?

In the end, it was finalized by Cao Yuanzhong, and they all maintained and sacrificed together.

So when Li Xiaofeng worked so hard to find out the place, he couldn't believe his eyes.

He thought that what he would definitely see were desolate villages, withered plane trees, and tombs that might not even have soil bags.

But in fact, what he saw was a village full of vitality, with beaming farmers and women, busy figures everywhere, and old people happily pointing at the village entrance.

However, what they were pointing at was not Li Xiaofeng and other outsiders, but the middle-aged and middle-aged people in the village who were lining up at the head of the village.

In the front, there is a rather strong young man, who is holding a wooden stick as a weapon, and is training in a decent manner. '

It was indeed military training, Li Xiaofeng observed it carefully, the young man held a 'horse lance' and commanded the half-sized boys, and after a while they lined up in a phalanx to meet the enemy, shouting one-two-one slogans in a strange accent, and then March on to the sound of the trumpet.

After a while, they lined up in an assault arrow array, rushing and hitting.

After walking a few steps, the young man let out a scream of 'ding', and the half-children stopped.

Re'boom!Boom! ' shouted, and the half-children came forward collectively.

The mouth also followed the instructions, woohoo!Alas!Habayashi!Habayashi shouted.

Next to Li Xiaofeng, Marquis Yu of Xiangwu Army, Meng Shu Jin Imperial Army, suddenly widened his eyes, he turned back and told Li Xiaofeng while gasping for breath.

"The half-children here, who are about ten years old, have a method for advancing and retreating, can understand the sound of the golden drum, and have the heart to form a watch.

If you continue to practice like this, and grow a few years older, then you will be a great warrior! "

And this is not over, after the young man directed the half-sized boys to advance and retreat, he also tried to teach bows and arrows.

Although they all use bamboo bows, they shoot bamboo arrows cut from bamboo slices, which are limited by the material, so the accuracy is really not very good.

But they actually have decent rewards and punishments, the boy who shoots well will be appointed as a small leader by the young man, and those who shoot badly will be spanked with bamboo.

This person who became today's little boss narrowed his eyes, looking extremely proud.

The face of the one who had been spanked was flushed with humiliation, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Du Yuhou was completely shocked, he opened his mouth, and wanted to tell Li Xiaofeng beside him that the military discipline of these half-sized men was already better than the general guards of the Shu army.

But after thinking about it, I felt ashamed, and I was always embarrassed to say it.

After dawdling for a long time, his face flushed from holding back, and finally, thousands of words turned into a sentence, but he didn't know whether he was scolding himself or who.

At the same time, Li Xiaofeng also had a different feeling in his heart, he didn't see discipline, team formation, etc., he was shocked by the strange competitiveness of these children.

What kind of children are these?Making a game is like fighting a real war.

But immediately, he had a strange feeling of pride in his heart. These children are all his fellow villagers in Guanzhong!
The few people just walked to the entrance of the village, before they saw the sycamore tree, there was the sound of hurried footsteps behind them.

Du Yuhou was taken aback, thinking that these children heard him swearing just now and came to trouble him.

As a result, the children rushed to the ferry at the head of the village in a swarm. Li Xiaofeng and the others looked at each other, and followed suit.

After walking a few steps, I saw a boat coming from the other side of the river. There was a white flag on the boat, and a black post was written on the flag. It turned out that the messenger had arrived.

But, it's a bit different from the couriers in the posthouses in central Sichuan. This postboat is not only loaded with letters or something, but also carries a lot of strange objects.

"Li Yinsheng! Is Li Yinsheng here yet?" Several gentlemen got off the post boat, and the leader started to shout.

The names of country people are like this. When they were born, adding the time is a good name. This kind of Yin-born and ugly-born is not only common in Guanzhong, but also in the territory of Mengshu.

"Here we come! Here we come! Here is the forehead!" Li Xiaofeng recognized, this Li Yinsheng was the boy who used the long stick as a horse at the beginning.

"Come on, this is the Jiangnan glutinous rice lard cake that your father brought you. This barrier knife is also for you. It is said that it was found from a Southern Tang official. There are also some money and two brocades. Let your mother move it."

When Li Yinsheng heard this, he immediately jumped three feet high. He took the barrier knife, which could be regarded as a long dagger, and immediately started dancing.

Holding it with the forehand, holding it with the backhand, poking, pricking and stroking, it turned out to be very organized.

The old people around also cheered him with smiles, and some of them pointed out his techniques.

After waving it a few times, Li Yinsheng turned around and asked the postman loudly, "Officer, how brave is my lord in battle? How many beheads?"

Marquis Du Yu just heard Li Yinsheng's question, and gave a low scornful disdain, "For those who are not filial, don't ask your father's life or death, only ask whether you are brave or not."

The leader of the post office also smiled and took out a piece of paper with a red border, looking at the paper that looked like a good news and read it aloud.

"Li Dalang of Zhaoling Village, attached to the Fifth Capital of the Third Battalion of Zhangwu Town, fought bravely in the Battle of Mengzhuze, defeated the bandit army, beheaded four ranks, and captured and killed a member of the Duke Yuhou of the Longwu Army of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The meritorious service was in the middle line, and Xun Ce was transferred to the second rank. He was promoted to serve in the Zhangwu Town Team, and transferred to the first rank of official, Cheng Xinlang from the ninth rank. "

After finishing the reading, for the first time, the leader of the post office shrugged his hands at a young man who didn't even have shoes and whose trousers were one long and one short.

"Congratulations, Mr. Xiaolang. From now on, your family will be the family of officials. I will come to present the rewards of the saints at four o'clock and eighth. You can also go to the county to learn literary and martial arts. You will not kneel when you see an official, and you will not avoid it when you meet. "

After the leader of the post office had finished cupping his hands, the three post officers also bowed their hands together and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to Xiao Lang!"

Li Yinsheng was hit by the huge surprise, he felt dizzy, his small body trembled a little, and he even forgot to return the gift.

Just at this moment, his mother, Li Hanshi, came over. Li Hanshi was riding on a skinny horse, and the one holding the reins of the skinny horse in front was the head of the village where Zhaoling Village was located.

Li Han's face was full of panic, and when he found out that Fulang was already the commander of the imperial army, and had a rank from the ninth rank, he burst into tears happily at the ferry, and everyone around hurriedly gathered around Keep congratulating.

On the contrary, the village chief was used to this scene, and he chatted with the postman while comforting him. He also rushed over when he heard that Li Dalang had won a rank.

According to the law, if there are brave fighters like senior officials in the township, the village elders and village chiefs in the township will also be rewarded, and they can also be marked for their merits.

Not long after, Li Hanshi finally recovered from the huge surprise. She quickly stuffed a large piece of lard cake into the mouth of her son Li Yinsheng, and then distributed the lard cake that had actually gone bad. children.

The salt, sugar and tea bestowed by the sage was on the ferry, and a little was distributed to the family in the village.

After distributing, Li Hanshi was cruel again, and cut off a few feet of the gorgeous Jiangnan brocade and distributed it to the women in the village so that they could make handkerchiefs.

Finally, he carried the remaining one and a half bolts of brocade on his back, pulled his son and prepared to run to the neighboring village.

Her natal family is in a neighboring village, and the old lady has always looked down on this son-in-law, thinking that Li Dalang has brute force and can wield a knife and a gun, but he only knows how to farm at home, and the poor mouse will cry when he sees it.

Li Hanshi wants to hold this piece of half-brocade and go to make a cross-collared skirt for his old lady, to see if she will be embarrassed to open her mouth to scold others in the future.

One after another, Guan Zhongyi, who went out from Zhaoling Village, received rewards or sent some money and things home. In the end, only Saburo from the Han family at the end of the village was left with nothing to return.

The Han family only had an old father with a handicap, an old lady who was blind in one eye, and two half-grown grandsons.

Dalang of the Han family went to Fengxiang Mansion to make a living, Erlang was an apprentice in Chang'an, and Sanlang left as a follower.

The old lady of the Han family was already a little afraid to look at the post boat, and a bad intuition lingered in everyone's mind.

Sure enough, a postman took out Xiqin, which is the elementary version of the later erhu, and pulled it up with a whimper.

The other two guards held out a black clay pot with a red forehead tied on the body.

The old lady of the Han family saw the forehead wiping at a glance, which was made for Han Sanlang when she was blind in one eye when he went out to fight.

"My son!" The mother of the Han family let out an earth-shattering scream, and immediately passed out from crying.

The surrounding women gathered together, pinching some of them, touching their chests.

Amid the mournful sound of Xiqin, the three postmen stood solemnly in their personal appearance. The leader of the postman handed the black pottery pot to the old father of the Han family, who burst into tears.

"May I ask the officer, is my son brave?"

Ask if you are brave?This is an extremely important thing, because if someone does meritorious service, it must be good.

But those who died, in addition to heroic death in battle, may also be killed on the battlefield, being killed as a deserter, or dying of illness, so it is necessary to ask clearly before a conclusion can be drawn.

Everyone also looked at the leader of the post office to see how he would answer, because it wasn't that there were no deserters, there were deserters in the next village, and in the end they were cast aside by thousands of people, and the whole family moved out overnight.

This time, he stopped even pinching the old lady of the Han family. Han Sanlang was really a cowardly deserter.

Of course the leader of the post office understood this, he took out a piece of silk from his arms, and the silk was densely written with words.

"This is a letter of condolence written by the saint himself."

Once it is written by a sage, it is equivalent to an imperial decree!Everyone at the entire ferry knelt down.

The father of the Han family also put Han Sanlang's ashes urn on a table, and then knelt down.

Li Xiaofeng and the others looked at each other, then quickly knelt down helplessly.

But at this time, the leader of the post office pulled the old father of the Han family up, "The saint said, you don't have to kneel to listen, just stand."

"Han Sanlang of Zhaoling, a native of Qianzhou, Jingzhao Prefecture, joined the army in the first year of Shaoming to conquer the rebels, he bravely killed the enemy without regard for himself, blood flowed without hesitation, there were three enemies on the bank of Mengzhu Lake, and he was the first to ascend the Great Wall of Heaven. .

It's a pity that the sky is not blessed, the body is wounded five times, the medicine stone has no cure, and died in the Great Wall of the sky, nine out of ten at the age of ten, praised: "Courage! '

Alas!I have lost my loyal and brave minister, and you have lost your filial and beloved son. Both are in grief.

Weng is mourning, don't be sad, Sanlang is famous for making strong men, and future generations have to look up to him.

A pension of [-] yuan will be given to be raised by Mrs. Weng. If I can adopt a son, I will raise him. "

It's a bit literary, and most of the villagers don't understand it, but this effect is what they want.

As for such condolence letters, Zhang Zhao wrote a total of [-] copies, and they were all treated like true warriors.

For example, Han Sanlang, he was the first one to ascend the Great Wall of Heaven, and if he didn't die in battle, he would be one of the warriors.

At this time, the head of the village ran over, stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the old man of the Han family and said.

"The sage gave you [-] yuan for the elderly. If you can adopt a grandson under the name of San Lang, you can also go to the county government to receive [-] qian yuan of raising money every month with this silk. The sage will continue to support you. If If the child is capable of both literature and martial arts, he can still go to school."

The old man of the Han family cried a few more times, and then pulled the younger grandson in front of the head of the post office and the head of the village.

"Erlang has only one son, and Dalang has three sons, let's adopt one to Sanlang."

The head of the village and the head of the post office looked at each other, and immediately began to go through the formalities of adoption.

The half-grown child was holding the urn in a ignorant manner. He didn't know his own destiny, and it began to change from this moment.

And the woman who was pinching the old lady of the Han family heard that Han Sanlang was a warrior who even wrote a letter of condolence to a sage himself, and when the pension alone cost twenty pennies, she took a deep breath and pinched violently.

The old lady of the Han family twitched in pain, rolled her throat, and woke up leisurely.

At this time, the son of the head of the village drove over with a donkey cart. The coffin was painted black and looked like high-quality goods. It only made the envious eyes of the old people around him shine.

When ordinary people die at this time, it would be good if they can make a coffin out of a few thin wooden boards. They simply can't afford such a coffin that costs thousands of dollars.

"This is intended to be used by a certain family in a hundred years, but Han Sanlang is a warrior of the saints, so he should be used first.

All the young and old athletes in the village came to help, and the women and children went to build the mourning hall and prepare to eat.

Erlang, go hire a drum band, this is a major event in our Zhaoling Village, and it needs to be done in a splendid manner! "

After the villagers listened, they responded loudly, and the head of the village took out a square of sackcloth and spread it on the ground, and everyone threw things into it.

With a few copper coins and a few feet of white cloth, Li Hanshi was also ruthless, and cut off the brocade that was only half left, and put it in.

Everyone pushed the head of the village to take care of the money, and then the fishermen went to hunt for fresh fish, those who had sheep went to kill the sheep, and those who had flour at home sold flour. The whole village was shrouded in an atmosphere of sadness and pride.

Yuhou, the capital of the Shu Kingdom who came with Li Xiaofeng, was stunned for a long while, and finally stopped talking strangely. He looked at Li Xiaofeng, and asked with red eyes: "If a certain family dies in a battle, the officials will also pay for it." Such an honor?"

Li Xiaofeng didn't know how to answer, but his face already gave the answer.

If you want to grow up with a golden key in your mouth, you don't even know what the outside world is like. The Mengguan family has such empathy with the people below.

It's impossible!

Thinking of this, Li Xiaofeng cupped his hands, "Li Chief, a certain class is a merchant from the middle of Sichuan, a certain family is good at playing the qin and suona, this gentleman is good at playing drums, if you don't give up, I would like to help you a little bit.

. . . .

Two days later, it was the day of Han Sanlang's funeral, and Zhang Xiaobao just arrived here.

His team has grown bigger and bigger, with a total of more than thirty people.

These people are all family members who are sick, old, or young, unable to travel long distances, and have not been able to go to Tokyo. At this time, they took a long vacation and returned to their hometowns.

They happened to be at the time of Han Sanlang's funeral, without Zhang Xiaobao's arrangement, more than [-] people immediately put on armor and armed with knives and guns, ready to follow the funeral procession slowly up the mountain to see off Han Sanlang's tomb.

None of them disliked that Han Sanlang was just a righteous follower in Guanzhong, far inferior to those of the pro-army and forbidden soldiers, all of whom were saddened by the loss of a brave comrade.

The father of the Han family, Han Dalang, and Han Erlang also came back, seeing more than twenty armored officials coming to see his younger brother off, he was immediately moved.

They took the kid who was adopted to Han Sanlang, three generations of grandparents knelt in front of the coffin, and kowtowed to everyone one by one to thank them.

The sky was slightly bright, and with a sound, the drums sounded and there were crying.

But immediately in the funeral procession, Qi Yue Wu Yi sang loudly.

Amidst the shouts of Xiuwo spears from all the athletes in the village, hundreds of people lifted Han Sanlang's coffin and headed towards the pile of big sycamore trees.

(End of this chapter)