Haisheng Mingdi

Chapter 150

Jiangyin,

Zhao San, a tenant farmer in Huangtian Port, was illiterate and a bachelor in his 30s. This morning, he heard that the Jiangyin County uprising set up a flag, so he asked the landlord Mr. Zhao Si, "Are we not rebellious?"

"What bastards are you talking about? It's a new dynasty now. We'll just live and work in peace and contentment, and keep our jobs. What's the fuss?" said the fourth master.

On one side, Hu Er, the head of the Zhao family, stepped forward and kicked Zhao San over, "You bastard, why do you deserve to be called us by the master?"

Zhao San was beaten up, got up and scuffled, and cursed, "When you were fighting for Shatian with Chenjiacun, Zhao Si, you told me about us, brothers, family members, then it was us .Now say that I am not qualified to call us? Pooh!"

With a red face, he punched Hu Er indiscriminately. He gave up his life and only beat Hu Er, regardless of the punches and feet of other servants. Although he was beaten countless times, Hu Er was also punched several times, and his nose bleeds. He had no choice but to run away in embarrassment. Even Mr. Zhao Si felt that it was inappropriate, and for fear of affecting himself, he could only shout "Zhao San is crazy, crazy", and then hurriedly slipped away.

When the others saw Zhao San beating madly, they all shouted to disperse, saying that barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes.

Zhao San's nose was bruised, his face was swollen and his body was covered with footprints. He looked at Zhao Si and Hu Er who had dispersed, and at the tenants who were laughing at him, and couldn't help cursing, "Cowards are all cowards."

He picked up the shoes from the ground and limped to the private school in the east of the village to ask the old scholar, "How do you write the word loyalty?"

As he spoke, he fumbled from his bosom for a long time, and found out the two-character money, "Mr. Zhao, please help me write the word loyalty."

The old pedant looked at Zhao San, saw this embarrassment, and laughed, "Who are you fighting against today, Zhao San, in this world, the morals of the world are declining, people's hearts are not old, the last thing you need is your You have become chivalrous, and now you are all wise and safe, you, you are over 30 years old, and you have not married a wife yet, so you should restrain yourself, live with peace of mind, and find a wife to have a few children sooner."

Zhao San is a well-known bachelor in Huangtiangang Village, not because he is lazy or because his family is poor, but because this orphan has a warm heart and a very chivalrous spirit. Whenever he asks him for help, he always agrees without saying a word, and he also agrees afterwards. He doesn't try to reciprocate at all, and sometimes even if he helps someone this time, he doesn't mind if others ridicule him as a bachelor next time.

The next time he meets that person who asks for something, he will still be born. When he meets someone who can't get rid of the pot, he will always give someone some rice. When someone is sick, he will help him to find the doctor in the middle of the night.He even rushed forward like a vanguard officer when Murakami was fighting for water and land with neighboring villages.

But it was such a person who lived to be in his thirties but was still a bachelor.

The old pedant actually admired Zhao San very much, but he also felt that in such an era, a chivalrous person like Zhao San was born at an untimely time.

"Put away the money, Zhongyi, I'll write for you."

Zhao Xuexue was an old scholar who spent his whole life studying stereotyped essays, and failed to pass the thirteen provincial examinations.It is said that the rich are promoted by poor scholars. If you only pass the examination for scholars, you will not change much of your fate. offer.

The old scholar has studied stereotyped writing all his life, and has no skills for his livelihood. In the end, he can only be a private teacher and teach some village children to be enlightened.

He deliberately picked a piece of high-quality rice paper, and also took out his best ink stick. Although he didn't know why Zhao San, who was so embarrassed, wanted the word loyalty, but the old pedant took out his best paper and ink.

Pick up the pen, swipe the ink and drop the paper, and penetrate the back of the paper.

The two big characters of loyalty and righteousness are strong and powerful, with iron and silver hooks, majestic and majestic.

Sprinkle a little incense ash on the ink, and the old pedant was very satisfied with the two characters. Looking at the two super-level characters, he sighed, "He who understands current affairs is a hero, and he who knows how to change is a hero. People at the time remembered these two characters. But forgetting that a gentleman embraces benevolence and righteousness, and is not afraid of the fall of heaven and earth."

Zhao San took the words and thanked the old scholar.

"Is this loyalty?"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the words and turned around to leave. Looking at his figure, the old scholar felt that there was an aura of righteousness descending from the world.

Mr. Zhao Si's family member came to ask for leave for the young master, "There are mobs in Jiangyin who are rebelling against the city. The master wants to take the young master to Fucheng to take refuge temporarily. Let me inform Mr. Sheng that the young master will not come to study these days."

After saying that, he left.

The old pedant stood alone for a long time, and finally turned around and removed the dusty sword from the wall of the study room, held the sword in his hand, and drew it out of its sheath. The blade was still bright and sharp, without any trace of rust.

He murmured to his sword, "When I was young, I dreamed of using my sword to fight for justice. I had to travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books. I also did many absurd things, which wasted a lot of time for writing articles. I wasted my life and died when I was old. He is still a white-haired scholar, staying in this mountain village private school, but he is not even as good as an illiterate tenant farmer like Zhao San."

The sword was sheathed, but the old scholar did not hang the sword back on the wall, but put it on his waist. He simply packed a few pieces of luggage and left the village to go to Jiangyin City. He had already planned to go to Jiangyin City, Join the army uprising.

Zhao San returned home with the word "loyalty" in hand, tore off the bed sheet, took off the clothes-drying pole, went to the next door, and asked the neighbor lady to embroider the word "loyalty" on the bed sheet.

"What word is this, what business do you want to do?" the neighbor aunt asked with a smile.

"This is loyalty. I want to unfurl the pole and raise the flag to respond to the Jiangyin Rebel Army and revolt." Zhao San said seriously.

The aunt was startled, "You are going to die, but you can't participate."

"If the aunt is unwilling, I will find someone else."

The aunt was helpless, "Let me help you embroider. When I fell to the ground, you were the one who carried me to see the doctor. After running forward and backward, you were closer than your own son."

After the loyalty flag was sewn, Zhang San held it high and came to the head of the village, planted it on the ground, and shouted, "The loyalty flag is here, who wants to revolt with me!"

He called several times, but no one answered.

The villagers pointed at him and mocked him for being demented and crazy. Some people even rushed to report to Mr. Zhao Si, asking him to send his servants to arrest the crazy Zhao San and send them to the official, so as not to embarrass them.

Zhang San swept across the faces of neighbors, almost everyone here had been helped by him, but now they were mocking him and even wanted to report him.

"I come!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and the crowd dispersed. The old pedant, wearing a Confucian shirt, wearing a long sword at his waist, carrying a big gun on his shoulder, and carrying a burden, came out more and more.

"Zhao San, I will act together with you!"

"Yeah, another crazy one."

"This old pedant was stupid when he read books earlier, but he finally went crazy today."

"Two lunatics have joined together."

The old pedant came to Zhao San, looked up at the word "loyalty" embroidered on the flag that he wrote, and said with a smile, "Zhao San, don't pay attention to those ordinary people, they don't know what loyalty is, they just live day after day like animals. If you can live, you are just a walking dead."

"Let's go to Jiangyin."

Zhao San nodded, raised the flag of loyalty, "Let's go!"

An old man and a young man, Zhao San held high the banner of loyalty and righteousness in front, while the old scholar held a sword and carried a gun in the back. The two figures were somewhat lonely but determined to move forward.

Countless ridicule and abuse behind him.

The two were deaf.

"Zhao San, you don't have a name yet, how about I give you a name, Zhao Zhongjun, the word Yiyou?"

"Zhao Zhongjun, Zhao Yiyou, thank you Master for giving me the name."

"Let's go, in this chaotic world, although people's lives are ignored, it is also the time to create heroes. You, Zhao Zhongjun, can take advantage of the situation even if you don't know what to say, and the world is in trouble."

Zhao San laughed, "It's just that I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life. What my parents left me is this body, hair and skin. How can I cut it off for the alien Tartars? I'm afraid that after I shave my hair If I die and go to hell, my parents won't recognize me."

The old master laughed loudly when he heard this, but when he laughed, two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

"It's ridiculous how many people in this world can have the awareness you have. How many people can do it if they are humble and dare not forget to worry about the country. I heard that Lu Jianguo said this in eastern Zhejiang, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, Just for this sentence, I also want to go and see this prisoner, and I also want to fight the Tartars with him again."

"Even if he dies, he must die vigorously."

"Sir, do you really want to join the rebel army? Are you so old?"

"Why, look down on me? Zhao Laosan, let me tell you, when I was young, your uncle used to wield a sword to the end of the world, and even killed one person in ten steps."

Zhao San chuckled, and the two of them laughed loudly together and quickened their pace.

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Outside Jiangyin city.

The county Zaoli Zhong Datong took the uprising document to the surrounding area to contact, but was captured by soldiers and horses sent by the Changzhifu on the way, and was taken to the town general.

"See Mr. Zongzhen, hurry up and kneel down!"

Although Zhong Datong struggled with weak legs, he still gritted his teeth and refused to kneel down.

"Break his knees, I'll see if he kneels or not." The lieutenant surnamed Huang said disdainfully and cruelly.

The two servants pressed Zhong Datong, smashed his knee with bones, and forced him to kneel on the ground.

But although Zhong Datong was in great pain, he still raised his head proudly.

Deputy General Huang said angrily, "How dare you despise this town like this, a mere Zaoli?"

Zhong Datong spit at him, "In terms of background, I am indeed just a slave from Jiangyin, but you are just a soldier in front of Huang Chuangzi's tent in the Black Tiger Army. In terms of official position, you are the guarding deputy general who surrendered to the captives." , I am Zaoli from Jiang County, but His Royal Highness Lu Jianguo of the Ming Dynasty issued an edict to the world, and those who revolted against the Qing and resisted captives are all brothers of the King of Lu."

"Is my brother who is a dignified supervisor of the country worse than you, a little lieutenant general who surrendered?"

"A mere deputy general, how dare you not kneel when you see the brother of Jian Guo?"

The deputy general surnamed Huang turned out to be a veteran of the Yongwei Battalion. He used to be a soldier under Huang Degong's account. The prefect of Changzhou got the news of the civil uprising in Jiangyin, and sent him to lead 1000 people to suppress it. When he met such a Zaoli on the way, he dared to insult him like this.

"Hit me, hit me hard, but don't beat me to death."

Zhong Zaoli laughed loudly, and said disdainfully, "Falling into the hands of you traitors and lackeys, the left side is nothing more than beheading, and the right side is nothing more than cutting alive. How can I be afraid? Grandpa died in the hands of you traitors. With Lu Jianguo avenging me, 18 years later, I will still be a good man, but you, after death, will be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be reborn forever!"

"Pull out his tongue and cut it off!"

"Gouged out the eyes too!"

"Prick his ears again."

"Leave him alone, I'll see who is better off than dead!" the surnamed Huang roared.

(End of this chapter)