Traveler Major League

Chapter 81
(The two chapters are posted together today, because the connection is relatively close!)

"Master, Master Zhao is here!" The boy knocked on the door of the study to report to Neiyin.

There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the house, many of which are famous works. Because of cherishing these calligraphy and paintings, the owner basically does not open the windows in the sunny morning, but only in the evening when there is no rain. There is a sandalwood desk in the middle of the room. There are also many calligraphy and paintings piled up in a mess on the wall, but outsiders can see at a glance that the people who made these calligraphy and paintings are not skilled enough, and they are far from the works of famous masters on the wall.

In the dim light, a white-faced and beardless middle-aged man was waving his brush. After hearing the words, ink dots fell on the blank rice paper. He crumpled the paper and threw it on the ground, then shouted outside the room: "My nephew is here!" ? From Zhaojiazhuang?"

"Exactly, Young Master Zhao's clothes are disheveled, it seems that something has changed."

"Ah?" The middle-aged man hastily put down the Langhao brush and said, "Please come in quickly!"

The servant obeyed his orders and turned to leave. Not long after, a hoarse voice came.

"Uncle, my house was destroyed by bandits!"

The person who came was the young master of Zhaojiazhuang, where Liu Ze collected grain for the first time. He was wearing a straight sapphire blue satin gown. Looking closely, the hem of his sleeves was damaged, and there was a long slit in the middle seam. The net scarf that tied the hair bun was also damaged, and the hair was greasy and dusty. After entering the door, he knelt down beside the middle-aged man's legs with a plop, and tugged at the wide sleeve of the man's jade-colored silk blouse. Howling.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry! What happened? In detail, I'll make the decision for you!" This man is the uncle of this young master Zhao. His surname is Li, and ordinary people call him Master Li. , although he is older, he has never been admitted as a scholar. He likes to write and write, and loves arty.

Then Young Master Zhao shared the story of the demolition of Zhaojiazhuang with Master Li in detail. After listening to Master Li, he was half paid and did not recover, and murmured: "I have also heard recently that Wang Er and his big boss Liu Ze has already conquered Chengcheng and Yijun County, but he also destroyed Zhaojiazhuang before he realized it?"

"Yes, uncle, you have to avenge our family. My daughter-in-law and three-year-old son were also killed by the bandit leader Liu Ze! My father is gone, and I only escaped by climbing over the wall." !"

Master Li picked up the inkstone on the table and slammed it on the ground. With a crisp sound, the inkstone was broken into two pieces, and the ink was spilled on half of the room. Brother Liu wrote, he is currently preparing for the army in Shangluo, Shaanxi, and is preparing to build a new army in Tongzhou, he must kill Liu Ze and others to avenge you!"

As he said that, he called the boy to grind the ink again, brushed it a few times and wrote the ins and outs of the future. After binding the envelope, he handed it to the boy to send it to Tongzhou quickly.

"What are your plans for the future? Would you like to continue the scientific research to honor your family?" Master Li asked seeing that Young Master Zhao had regained his emotions.

"Uncle, this is really not the material for the scientific examination. So far, we haven't even passed the examination for a scholar."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhao also blushed a little. He has been in the exam for most of his life but has not been admitted to be a scholar. He is still just a boy at such an age. ?”

In the early Ming Dynasty, the policy of emphasizing agriculture and suppressing business was implemented, and the status of merchants was suppressed to the utmost. Even merchants and their descendants were not allowed to participate in the imperial examination to enter official careers. Merchants of various professions were ranked last, and basically had no social status at all.

However, after years of development, in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, the policy of strictly suppressing businessmen was no longer strict. The traditional hierarchy of scholars, farmers, businessmen and commerce was destroyed, and the literati began to do business, and the children and families of merchants could also participate in the imperial examination. , There was even a situation where businessmen subsidized young scholars who failed to go to high school, which made the government and businessmen begin to be more closely linked.

Young Master Zhao still shook his head and refused to agree after hearing this. Seeing that Master Li started blowing his beard and glaring to teach him a lesson, he hurriedly replied, "Uncle, I want to write a book to make a statement for our Zhao family village, and nail Liu Ze and others to death." In the book, 'spread' his notoriety to the world!"

This answer was beyond Mr. Li's expectations. Although it was difficult to understand, he still fully supported it. After all, although his family was not considered a wealthy family, he could still afford to raise an idler.

From then on, Master Zhao took up a pen name Yanmo, and Master Li also gave Master Zhao his beloved Langhao brush. "Liaowei" has a strong and strong Langhao brush, which is suitable for calligraphy and painting, which is really a rare product.

Yanmo, Yanmo is an inverted sentence. The straightforward explanation is the black rock, which symbolizes using a pen as a weapon to criticize black and stinky enemies. It is as tough and unyielding as a rock, and a heart that is black will never repent.

In the early morning, Yanmo finished his meal early and sat at the desk, spreading out the snow-white rice paper. He looked out of the window at the hardworking tenants in the fields, the meticulous servants in the yard, and the uncle who lived a leisurely and comfortable life, falling into memories Among them, this ordinary day also happened in Zhaojiazhuang. Everyone in Zhaojiazhuang was happy, but all the good things were broken by Liu Ze, that bastard.

He recalled Zhaojiazhuang's high village walls, densely packed with red sorghum, and the women's plump buttocks looked good at first glance. He had been tied to this place in the first half of his life, no matter how big he was outside. What a disaster, as long as he comes back here, he can be a child who can't grow up, being hugged by his mother and rubbing his head, before falling into a deep sleep.

Why is he full of tears?Because of his deep love for Zhaojiazhuang, where he was born and raised, he recalled his past experience, picked up a wolf hair brush made from the tail hair of a weasel, and wrote five words on the white paper: "The Past of Zhaojiazhuang".

"I was born on a misty morning in Zhaojiazhuang, Shaanxi. At that time, the tenants got up early and spontaneously prayed for my mother in the yard in front of the west wing. The road goes all the way to the back, and my mother is the most kind-hearted. She always prays to gods and worships Buddha on weekdays, and adds a lot of sesame oil to the temple on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year. Even the masters of the temple praise my mother as the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva! I was born That day, the midwife was busy all day long with no results. My father was running around in the yard in a hurry. Xiao Taohong came out with a basin of hot water, and accidentally knocked it over and spilled it all over the floor. She, everyone in the village said that my father was kind-hearted, and no one said anything bad about my father to his face."

"My grandma held hands in the west wing room and talked with my mother. My mother later said that when my grandma gave birth to my father, she was picking cotton in the field while she was picking. My father was born in the cotton field, but there was no scissors in the field, and the umbilical cord connected to my father could not be cut. My grandma lay on the ground panting heavily, rested for a while, and then carried my father home by herself Go cut the umbilical cord."

"My grandma has made fun of my mother for this matter for more than ten years, saying that my mother is useless and too delicate, unlike when she gave birth to a baby, and there was no one to help her, so she gave birth as usual."

"When my mother was pregnant with me, her belly was surprisingly big, as if there were two babies in it, and it was tight. Everyone in the village said it was a blessing, and it was guaranteed to be a son, a lifetime of wealth and honor."

"I thought the same way when I was a child. All the children in the village listen to me. Anyone who doesn't listen is sure to be unlucky. My father told me that it was the gods who blessed me."

"I remember one time I fought with a kid named Donkey Dan, and he dared to fight back. I told my father when I got back. Sure enough, that donkey egg was unlucky that night. I heard from my father that Donkey Dan broke his leg that night and became Became a cripple. You see, this unlucky appearance has been crippled for the rest of his life."

(End of this chapter)