The days when I ransacked the house in Jinyiwei

Chapter 324 Dragon Field! Dragon farm!

In fact, Chang Tian and Wang Shouren didn't even exchange a few words, so how could they be selfish.

But at this moment, Chang Tian was stunned and called Wang Shouren his concubine.

She cried, made trouble, and hung herself, which made Liu Jin relent.

Liu Jin shouted: "Here comes someone!"

A young eunuch walked in: "Ancestor, what are your orders?"

Liu Jin said: "Tell Gu Dayong that Wang Shouren is not dead. Don't pursue the person who handled this matter. Don't cause trouble for Wang Shouren in the future."

The young eunuch held up his hands and said, "Yes, ancestors, my great-grandson will go to Eunuch Gu to deliver the order."

Liu Jin gave the order, and Chang Tian immediately burst into tears and smiled: "I knew that my godfather loves Tangtang the most!"

Liu Jin, who had been tricked by the Japanese, tried to persuade Chang Tian: "Tangtang, listen to my godfather. Huang Yuan is a talented person, a decent man, and has the ability to serve as an official. Such a good husband, even if he is holding a lantern, It’s also hard to find!”

"You and him are still destined by fate. I heard your elder brother say this. On that autumn night in the [-]nd year of Chenghua, if he hadn't searched for clues to find Huang Yuan's adoptive father, the old lame man of Miaoshoumen... We won’t have the marriage we had ten years later.”

"Women, it's better to abide by the moral principles of women. I can still understand my petty love affairs and looking for concubines. Who makes me a rootless person?"

"But I am considerate. If I really find out, I will still kill their whole family."

"But you are different. Huang Yuansheng is handsome and handsome, and he was born as a Jinshi. He is literate and has outstanding talents."

Chang Tian said impatiently: "I know, I know. I listen to my godfather and will never look for a concubine again!"

Liu Jin smiled and said: "That's good. That's all. You were sweating all over from crying and caught a cold. Come on, give the eldest lady a bowl of ginger soup."

Chang Tian's superb performance made Wang Shouren, thousands of miles away, completely safe.

It's not safe to say it's safe.

In May of the second year of Zhengde. Guizhou, Xiuwen County, Qixia Mountain.

Wang Shouren was covered in bloodstains, holding a waist knife, walking through the thick forest.

Chang Feng, Basha, and the three servants sent by Wang Hua to his son were all covered in bloodstains and had waist knives in their hands.

Their bloodstains were not slashed by the killer, but scratched by thorn bushes.

Since entering Guizhou, it has become normal to climb over mountains and ridges and cut the road with a sword.

They walked for two or three months in a short distance of two hundred miles.

In addition to thorns and shrubs, there are also wild beasts that appear in the mountains from time to time.

Three days ago, they even encountered a tiger. Basha and Changfeng used two scorpion crossbows to shoot six crossbow arrows coated with poison at it. Only then did he barely get hurt by the tiger.

Even so, the arm of a Wang family servant was scratched by a tiger. The tiger's claws were poisonous, and the servant's arm was still swollen to this day.

In addition to tigers, even more difficult to deal with are the elusive poisonous snakes. If you are not careful, you may die if you are bitten.

This is a journey full of difficulties and dangers.

If Guizhou in the Ming Dynasty had beautiful mountains and clear waters and roads everywhere, it would not have become a distribution ground for criminals.

Everyone braved the scorching sun and trekked in the mountains for another two hours. Seeing that the sky is getting dark.

The leading servant surnamed Huang suddenly stopped leaving.

Lao Huang had collapsed. He said in a hoarse voice: "Master Shouren, it's not that we are disloyal. The master asked us to accompany you to Guizhou and serve you. He never said that this ghost place is not home to birds. shit!"

Chang Feng frowned: "Old Huang, what do you mean?"

Wang Shouren waved his hand towards Chang Feng: "Let Lao Huang finish."

Old Huang said: "Master Shouren, please be merciful and let the three of us go back! If we continue, we three will definitely die!"

"It's not that we are unfaithful. Ants on the ground are living an ignoble existence, let alone humans?"

Wang Shouren said: "If you want to leave, I will never force you to stay. You are right, survival is a human condition. What I brought you here is a place of death. You go."

Lao Huang and the other two servants knelt down to Wang Shouren: "Thank you, Master Shouren!"

Wang Shouren said: "That's all. You can go back the way you came."

If the three servants were granted amnesty, they turned around and left.

Chang Feng said: "You just let them leave like this?"

Wang Shouren said: "I don't like to do things that make things difficult for others. Let them go. I'm already in trouble, why bother hurting others?"

Chang Feng sighed: "You are so kind."

Wang Shouren said a philosophical saying: "If you don't do evil, you do good. If you don't do good, you do evil."

Night falls.

The three of them built a simple tent using cowhide. I picked up some dead branches and leaves and made a fire.

Fire is not only used to drive away wild beasts, but also to drive away mosquitoes.

Mosquitoes swarm in the mountains of Guizhou. If you don't try to drive them away, let alone humans, even cattle will be bitten and go crazy.

Wang Shouren stood in front of the fire, looking up at the stars.

There are stars in the sky. The stars here are obviously brighter than those in the capital!

In the dangerous environment, Wang Shouren did not feel depressed at all. Instead, it raises a philosophical question.

Wang Shouren pointed at the crescent moon with his hand: "Brother Chang Feng, I think of a question poem I wrote when I was ten years old."

Chang Feng replied: "I would like to hear the details."

Wang Shouren recited: "When the mountain is near and the moon is far away, the moon seems small, so the mountain is bigger than the moon. If a person has eyes as big as the sky, he should see that the mountain is high and the moon is wider!"

Chang Feng was surprised: "This poem is very similar to the story of two children arguing about the sun contained in Liezi Tang Wen. Brother Shou was only ten years old at the time, and he started reading Liezi?"

Wang Shouren shook his head slightly: "I had not read Liezi at that time."

A ten-year-old boy, without being inspired by the stories of the sages, actually realized what later generations would call "dialectics."

More than just a child prodigy? What a prodigy!

It can be seen that saints will behave differently from ordinary people from an early age.

Wang Shouren swatted a mosquito that landed on his cheek to death: "Compared with the imperial court, Longchangyi is just a small corner."

"But thinking about it on the other hand, compared with the vast world, the court is really a small corner!"

Chang Feng praised: "Brother Shou Ren is really broad-minded!"

Wang Shouren's next few words were recorded in history books: "The world is so big, even if you are thousands of miles away from home, where can't you go and where can't you do?"

"A scholar must be ambitious, for the responsibilities are heavy and the road is long! Isn't it important to be benevolent when one considers one's responsibilities? Isn't it too far to just die?"

Not all literati are shameless.

In the long history of history, there has always been a minority among a group of literati who do not take joy in things or feel sad about themselves, but take the world as their own responsibility.

Even in the face of adversity, they did not think about how to survive alone, but how to create a bright science that could inspire future generations and hold up a torch in the long night of Chinese civilization. The rare ones among this minority group of literati will eventually become great sages. One or two of the great sages who are like morning stars will become saints!

Chang Feng was moved to tears by Wang Shouren's words.

The hard-hearted Chang Butcher is forty-three years old, and tears are becoming more and more common.

Twenty-five years of career as a royal guard has made him accustomed to hypocrisy, intrigues, and intrigues.

Sometimes he even thinks that the world is nothing but darkness.

He was lucky enough to get to know Wang Shouren, who fell hungry on the roadside in the winter of the [-]nd year of Chenghua.

It was people like Wang Shouren who made him understand: there is light in the world!

The boundless darkness is nothing but a weak evil boy in front of the fire of light.

Sooner or later, the fire of light will illuminate everything in the world!

The world of great harmony will be realized one day, even if it takes a hundred thousand years!

(The Internationale should be included here. Since it is an indigenous historical novel, it must be worn to avoid teasing.)

Although Starry Night Talk is full of classical romanticism. But romantic time is always short-lived.

The morning light illuminates Qixia Mountain. The arduous journey continues.

Wang Shouren, Chang Feng, and Basha still used their waist knives to chop at the thorns, forcibly carving a way to the future in a desperate situation.

Mountain darkly, vista.

But the village is on fire!

The three of them walked out of Qixia Mountain, and finally there was no towering tree in front of them. The outline of Longchangyi can already be seen.

However, there seems to be a fire at Longchangyi!

The so-called Longchangyi is just three adobe houses. Thatched roof.

Black smoke billowed from the roof of one of them.

The post station should have a post road. But the so-called post road has been covered by weeds, and only a rough trail mark can be seen.

Obviously, passing officials would rather walk hundreds of miles more than pass by this ghost place.

The three of them quickened their pace. After walking for half an hour, we finally arrived at Longchangyi.

A white-haired Yi Cheng who was in his seventies or eighties came to the three of them.

Wang Shouren handed over his hand: "But Mr. Sun Laoyi? This Wang Shouren is here to replace you."

Sun Laoyicheng unexpectedly asked a question that Wang Shouren had not expected and even missed: "Wang Yicheng, how many years is it since Hongzhi? Oh yes, it is the [-]th year of Hongzhi, right?"

Chang Feng on the side was dumbfounded: "Master Sun, it has been two years since Mr. Hongzhi's death. You don't know? It's the second year of Zhengde!"

Sun Laoyicheng said: "Ah, the year has changed! No one has been to Longchang for two full years."

Wang Shouren was surprised: "According to the system, the local county government at the post station must send grain, rice, fodder, and supplies every other month!"

Sun Laoyi Cheng smiled bitterly: "Xiuwen County Government only sends people here every two years. They give me enough to chew for two years."

Wang Shouren asked: "Two years? Will the grain and rice not rot?"

Sun Laoyi Cheng said: "Put the grain and rice in a big urn, spread dry wattle grass on the bottom of the urn, cover it with straw curtains, and compact it with soil. It can barely be eaten."

Chang Feng asked: "Master Sun, where are the postmen? According to regulations, Longchang Posthouse should have three postmen."

Sun Laoyicheng replied: "I also serve as a postman. It's just me, no one else."

Chang Feng asked again: "According to regulations, Longchang Posthouse should have two cooks."

Sun Laoyi Cheng pointed at himself: "I also serve as the cook. It's just me, no one else."

Chang Feng asked again: "Where are the handymen? According to regulations, Longchang Posthouse should have five handymen."

Sun Laoyi Cheng smiled bitterly: "Oh, I also serve as a handyman. It's just me, no one else."

Chang Feng was stunned: "Are you the only one in the entire Longchangyi? I would like to ask, how many years have you been here?"

Sun Laoyicheng looked at the sky with his cloudy old eyes: "I have to do the math. I arrived at Longchangyi in the [-]th year of Zhengtong. I was nineteen years old at that time. I offended the magistrate of Xiuwen County and was promoted to this place. It should be "

Chang Feng blurted out: "No need to forget it. It has been sixty years since the [-]th year of orthodoxy! One year."

Sun Laoyicheng nodded: "Oh, yes, it's sixty years. In the first twenty years since I came here, there were still ten people in the station."

"In the forty-fifth year, there are only four people left in the inn."

"Last year, the only handyman also died of illness. I was the only one left."

"Oh, the sky has eyes! After sixty years, I can finally go back to my hometown and wait to die."

If others heard Sun Laoyicheng's story, they would see himself sixty years later from Sun Laoyicheng's pale hair.

What people fear most is not ghosts, but despair.

Looking at the end of the day, it is the despair of despair!

If it had been anyone else, he would have collapsed on the spot.

What Wang Shouren thought was: seventy-three, eighty-four, the king of hell didn't ask him to go. I am thirty-six years old. If he could live to be seventy-three in the quiet place of Longchang, he would still have thirty-seven years to study the science of light.

Wonderful!

The two completed the handover. In fact, there was nothing to hand over, just two stones of rice, a envelope of bacon, and three shabby adobe houses, one of which had its roof burned off.

Before leaving, Sun Laoyi Cheng told Wang Shouren: "If you meet people who speak Chinese here, be sure not to talk to them."

Wang Shouren asked: "Why?"

Sun Laoyicheng said: "This is a place where birds don't shit. The Han people who come here are either fugitives or robbers hiding from the officers and soldiers."

Wang Shouren was startled: "Oh, remember."

Sun Laoyicheng added: "Oh, by the way, don't talk to anyone who speaks Miao dialect. Miao people can't understand our language."

"You said Happy New Year to him, but he thought you said I was going to kill your whole family."

"There is a Miao village ten miles away from Longchangyi, called Jicong Village. The Miao people in Jicong Village have fairly simple folk customs."

"At most, I'll come to the inn every three to five to light a fire or something. The most I can do is burn down the roof of the adobe house. Just repair it after it's burned out."

Chang Feng frowned: "Set fire? Why did they set fire?"

Sun Laoyi Cheng replied: "The Miao people will set fires when they are happy after drinking too much. They will also set fires when they feel uncomfortable after drinking too much."

Chang Feng gritted his teeth: "Burning the inn is a crime of rebellion! How dare the Miao people in Jizong Village?!"

Wang Shouren laughed out loud: "Brother Chang, put away your accusation of rebellion in Jinyiwei Luo Zhi. The Miao people here probably don't even know how to write the word 'rebellion'."

Chang Feng sighed: "Oh, I really fulfilled that sentence. Poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people."

Wang Shouren said, "I believe that even unruly people can be educated into good people. In the beginning, human nature is neither evil nor good. If you are educated by evil, you will become a bad person. If you are educated by good, you will become a good person."

"I will change them!"

Chang Feng felt that Wang Shouren was a scholar.

How could those Miao people who set fires for fun and vent their anger be changed because they still didn't understand the language?

Chang Feng didn't know there was such a tongue-in-cheek saying to earn royalties: Those who can change people who cannot be changed are called saints.

After seeing off Sun Laoyicheng, Wang Shouren stood at the door of Longchangyi, looking at the surrounding wilderness.

He is not only confident that he can change the Miao people. Even confident that it can change this wilderness. Let this wilderness become fertile soil full of fruits.

(End of this chapter)