big song poppi

Chapter 536 0533 [Beggar]

"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore..."

After running wildly for a while, Zhao Ji's legs weakened and he fell into the muddy water.

Lu He hugged Lu Jiuyuan and gasped: "Brother Song, get up quickly. I just vaguely heard the barking of dogs from behind. Maybe the village found us escaping and sent people to chase us."

"Just go away and leave me alone. I really can't run anymore."

Zhao Ji felt as if his chest was about to explode and his legs felt as if they were filled with lead. He simply lay on the ground in tatters.

"Brother Song, take care!"

Seeing this, Lu He dropped these words and left with his wife and children.

Zhao Ji lay quietly on the ground, letting the heavy rain pour on him.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Ji finally calmed down.

"God will not kill me!"

Seeing that no one was chasing him, Zhao Ji was ecstatic, stood up with difficulty, and walked in the direction where Lu He left earlier.

The heavy rain gradually became lighter and finally stopped.

It was pitch dark in the dense forest, and Zhao Ji could not see his fingers. Zhao Ji walked very slowly, but even so, he was bruised and bruised.

Stopping and walking along the way, the sky suddenly became brighter without realizing it.

Zhao Ji didn't know where he was, so he found a stone and sat down.

The paper clothes on my body were full of water and became extremely heavy, as if I was wearing an iron armor, heavy and cold.

Putting his hand into his arms, he found that the green coins and three authentic Huang Tingjian's signatures had been soaked into paste.

Two hundred and thirty thousand dollars, just ruined.

Zhao Ji sighed, ignoring his heartache, carefully took off his paper clothes, spread them on the rocks, and pressed out the water on the paper clothes little by little with his hands.

He didn't dare to wring it out. After all, it was a paper garment. It had been soaked in water all night and was completely broken when he wrenched it.

The early morning mountain breeze made him shiver from the cold.

Although he was very careful, the paper clothes were still torn in several places. Zhao Ji didn't care and continued to put on the tattered paper clothes.

No matter what, it's better than being naked.

If he, the majestic Emperor of the Song Dynasty, was caught running around naked, where would he put his face?

He picked up a wooden stick and used it as a walking stick, and continued limping forward.

Lu He once told him that there were many tigers and leopards in the mountains of Quzhou, and he had to go down the mountain as soon as possible. Otherwise, with his small body, he would have almost no chance of survival if he encountered tigers and leopards.

"Gululu~"

The acid water surging in his stomach made Zhao Ji uncomfortable.

Fighting back his hunger, he kept walking.

When you are thirsty, you drink some rainwater. When you are really hungry, you eat some wild fruits whose names you don’t know.

Until the evening, I finally walked out of the mountain.

The front suddenly opened up, and a village was located among the mountains, with smoke rising from the cooking pots.

Zhao Ji was shocked and quickened his pace.

When I got closer, I realized that the village was in a state of depression. Most of the thatched houses had collapsed, and only about 20 households were still inhabited.

The villagers were extremely indifferent and looked at him with wary eyes.

Zhao Ji was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore. He walked to a house with a wooden stick and stood outside the fenced yard. He shouted in the Quzhou dialect he had just learned: "Can I give you something to eat?"

"Get out of here!"

A dark-faced man came out with a hoe, cursing and driving away.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Looking at his back, the man spat and muttered: "I don't even have food to eat myself, so how can I have any food left to give you this pickled thing?"

After asking several houses, they were all driven away. Zhao Ji sat on the ground to rest in frustration.

He was very weak now. He was out of breath after walking a short distance and felt weak all over.

Suddenly, Zhao Ji discovered a stream not far from the village.

As soon as I thought about it, I immediately got up and walked towards the stream.

The stream was not deep, only up to his knees. Zhao Ji carefully entered the water, intending to catch two fish to eat.

But how did he know that this stream was at the entrance of the village and was often touched by villagers. Even if there were fish, would they still be able to wait for him?

After groping in the river for a full quarter of an hour, I didn't catch any fish, but I did catch some snails and a few river clams.

Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.

Zhao Ji held the snails and river mussels and happily went ashore. After some picking and choosing, he finally chose a thatched house that was still in good condition.

After searching the thatched house, he finally found only a piece of pottery, and some hay and branches. When he was about to light a fire for cooking, Zhao Ji realized that there was no fire.

After working for a long time, it was all in vain.

Zhao Ji sat on the ground slumped, his mood hit rock bottom.

At this moment, the sound of reading aloud came from the small courtyard not far away.

"Song Jing is the first, Li Guang is unparalleled. Yan Xu's handwriting, Li Du's articles. There is one heart and no other heart. Birds and magpies know Li, and grass and trees know their beauty..."

Zhao Ji listened carefully and found that the child was reading "Seventeen Histories of Mengqiu".

The literary style of the Zhao and Song Dynasties was prosperous, and the books for children's elementary education were more abundant than those of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

In addition to "Hundred Family Surnames" and "Three Character Classic", there are also many advanced enlightenment books such as "Seventeen Histories Mengqiu", "Historical Synopsis", "Prodigy Poems" and so on.

"Hongwu ridiculed the emperor, Fang Qingwu Jun. He was good at courtesy and lying on his horse, and he slaughtered Duan Yang..."

Hearing this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "Little boy, you memorized it wrongly. It's a gift for lying on the horse and Shentu Wanlun. You should be slapped by sir tomorrow."

The child who was endorsing the book gave up, immediately put down the book, and retorted: "I recited it correctly, my mother taught Duan Yang Yang, you know a lot about this beggar."

Zhao Ji said: "Your mother has little knowledge, but she dares to teach you. Isn't she misleading her children?"

"You fart!"

The child stared at him angrily.

Zhao Ji was not upset and thought about how to find the child to take advantage of him.

At this time, a young woman walked from the house to the yard, looked at Zhao Ji who was not far away, first bowed her knees and performed a Wanfu salute, and then asked softly: "Dare you ask this high-ranking official? , Shen Tu Duan Yang, what’s wrong?”

Just after he said something bad about someone, they came out to confront him. Zhao Ji was a little embarrassed and returned the favor, saying: "This sentence first came from "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty. The Biography of Shentu Gang". Emperor Guangwu wanted to travel, but he thought that Longshu was not in peace, so it was not suitable for a leisurely feast. Yu. The remonstrance was not heard, so he rode on the carriage with his head turned, and the emperor stopped."

"Later, Guo Xian admonished Emperor Guangwu about the matter of 'drawing the sword to cut off the martingale'. Li Han of the Tang Dynasty confused the two things, so he came up with the theory of Shentu cutting off the martingale, but Shentu Zhenlun is the canon."

Hearing this, the little woman's face showed a look of surprise: "I have been taught."

I saw that Zhao Ji spoke excellent Mandarin, his words were correct, and he was knowledgeable. Although he looked embarrassed, he had an extraordinary bearing.

For a moment, the little woman couldn't help but look at him with curious eyes and asked: "How could this high official live here?"

Zhao Ji was overjoyed and quickly replied: "To be honest, little lady, I am from Jinling. I wanted to go to Fujian to find my relatives, but I never thought that I would be robbed by bandits on the way, and I only escaped with a narrow escape."

"I see."

The little woman nodded.

In today's world, bandits are rampant, and robberies are commonplace.

Zhao Ji took advantage of the situation, hit the snake with a stick, and begged: "Young lady is kind-hearted, can you give me some food?"

The little woman hesitated for a moment and said, "If the high official doesn't mind having a simple meal, just come and have some."

"Thank you, little lady!"

Zhao Ji immediately hit the wooden stick and walked over quickly with his weak legs.

After entering the courtyard, Zhao Ji didn't enter the house and stood there waiting.

The child looked at him with wide eyes and asked, "Where is Jinling?"

Zhao Ji replied: "Jinling is in the south of the Yangtze River."

The child looked confused and asked, "Where is Jiangnan again?"

"Jiangnan is naturally located south of the Yangtze River."

Zhao Ji answered the children's questions one after another, but kept his eyes on the kitchen.

After a while, the little woman came out carrying a clay basin. The pottery pot contained wheat rice and some side dishes, which were obviously leftovers from the mother-in-law's meal.

"My family is poor, I hope the high officials will not dislike me."

"You're too kind, little lady."

Zhao Ji swallowed, took the pottery basin and ate hungrily.

In an instant, the food in the pottery basin was swept away.

Zhao Ji wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and said gratefully: "I am penniless right now and have nothing to repay. I wonder if I can be of some help."

The little woman was not pretentious: "There is something I want to trouble the official."

Zhao Ji replied: "Just say it."

The little woman said: "My late husband was also a scholar. It was a pity that he passed away before he could obtain the honors. He left behind some manuscripts while he was still alive. Unfortunately, some of them are incomplete. The senior officials are very knowledgeable. I wonder if you can help complete them?"

"It's such a small thing, just bring it and I'll help you make it up."

Zhao Ji waved his hand, full of confidence.

He asked himself that he was proficient in poetry, songs, and the Four Books and Five Classics. To him, these were nothing at all.

"Master, please wait a moment."

The little woman looked happy and walked into the house with small steps.

Not long after, he came out with a few books and pens.

Zhao Ji took it and glanced at it, and found that most of them were some enlightenment books, plus a copy of "New Interpretations of Spring and Autumn".

Rolling up his tattered sleeves, Zhao Ji sharpened his ink and pen, and began to complete the pieces one by one.

The little woman had obviously studied for several years. She only glanced at Zhao Ji's handwriting and exclaimed, "The word "daguanren" is very beautiful."

Ah.

Zhao Ji felt proud and finally regained some confidence.

It has to be said that the thin golden body of his hand is thin, hard, and full of interest. Even people who don't know calligraphy can see that it is extraordinary.

Before we knew it, night fell.

The little woman took out the oil lamp from the house, lit it, and held the lamp for Zhao Ji at the side.

An hour later, Zhao Ji put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, and admired his calligraphy.

Unexpectedly, this painful experience actually improved his writing skills.

The strokes of the pen are even more powerful.

For a moment, Zhao Ji was reluctant to bear these words.

These days, a book is not cheap. Although printing technology is popular, a book still needs several hundred words.

Zhao Ji helped to complete these books, saving the little woman a lot of money.

The little woman was also very sensible. When she saw Zhao Ji wearing tattered paper clothes, she said softly: "Although it is May, it is still a little cold in the morning and evening. I still have two old clothes of my deceased husband at home. If you don't dislike it, you can Give it to high officials to wear."

"Thank you!"

Zhao Ji cupped his hands and thanked him.

After borrowing a fire stick from the young woman, Zhao Ji returned to the dilapidated thatched house with satisfaction.

After lighting a bonfire and changing into dry clothes, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Zhao Ji did not waste the snails and river mussels. He took the opportunity to cook them on pottery pieces and eat them.

After eating and drinking, enjoying the warmth from the campfire, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into sleep.

……

……

Fujian, Jianzhou.

Pucheng County Government Office.

"what?"

"Dong Guo Tong died in battle, His Majesty and a group of ministers were captured, and the Supreme Emperor is missing?"

Xin Xingzong led a group of remnants of the victorious army to cross mountains and ridges, and finally arrived in Jianzhou, Fujian Province. However, as soon as they arrived in Pucheng County, they received a blow.

The news was so shocking that he froze on the spot and his mind went blank.

After coming back to his senses, Xin Xingzong hurriedly asked: "Really?"

Zhang Wanli, the magistrate of Pucheng County, replied: "This battle report was released by a fake Qi, and I don't know whether it is true or false."

Hearing this, Xin Xingzong seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and comforted himself: "This must be a ploy by Pseudo Qi to attack his heart. It cannot be taken seriously."

Zhang Wanli smiled bitterly and said: "According to what Xin Dutong said, the Emperor and His Majesty should have arrived in Jianzhou a few days ago. However, I have not found any trace of the Emperor, nor have I received any calls from other counties in Jianzhou to pick them up. "The driver's report."

The deputy general on the side asked doubtfully: "Did the Emperor take a detour to Xinzhou?"

"What a fucking donkey brain you have?"

Xin Xingzong raised his hand and slapped him across the face, and cursed angrily: "Xinzhou and Jianzhou are separated by the vast Wuyi Mountains, and the mountain roads are steep and rugged. Why should we sacrifice the near for the far by adding variables?"

Zhang Wanli looked at Xin Xingzong and the more than 800 victorious troops outside the county government. A strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Perhaps as Xin Dutong said, it is false news released by the puppet Qi to deliberately disrupt our army. Song Junxin. It's better for Xin Tongzhi to stay in Pucheng and wait for a few days. Maybe the emperor will come in a few days."

"That's all we can do now."

Xin Xingzong sighed, and immediately held up his hands and said, "I'm sorry to trouble Zhang Zhixian. I and my subordinates have traveled through mountains and ridges. We are tired of people and horses. Please ask Zhang Zhixian to arrange accommodation and provide some food and grass."

Although Zhang Wanli is a seventh-rank county magistrate, he is still a civil official. Even if Xin Xingzong is two ranks higher than his official position, he can only negotiate in a good-humored manner.

"You're welcome, Mr. Xin, I will order someone to make arrangements immediately."

After Zhang Wanli finished speaking, he called for the police officer.

After explaining, Xin Xingzong and the deputy general followed Asi out of the county government office.

After watching them leave, Zhang Wanli called another official on duty and said, "Please come to the study, Mr. Wu."

Not long after, a man dressed as a scribe opened the door and walked into the study.

"Why are you looking for ordinary people in Zhang Zhixian County?"

Although Mr. Wu calls himself a commoner, he shows no awe.

This person is a close confidant of Mr. Fang Wuxiang.

Zhang Wanli lowered his voice and said: "Xin Xingzong has just arrived, and he has brought more than 800 remnants of the army. I will temporarily stabilize them and wait for the fate of the Fifth Prime Minister."

"Zhang Zhixian has done a good job this time. Don't act rashly yet. I will send a message to the Fifth Prime Minister right now."

Mr. Wu's eyes lit up and he turned to leave.

"Mr. Wu."

Zhang Wanli stopped him.

Mr. Wu asked: "What else is going on in Zhang Zhi County?"

"hey-hey."

Zhang Wanli laughed sarcastically and said in a flattering tone: "I have been restless these days. Can I ask for a bliss pill?"

"Ah."

Mr. Wu smiled inexplicably, reached into his arms and took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and handed it over.

He is here mainly to monitor Zhang Zhixian and act as a microphone, and secondly to distribute Paradise Pills on a regular basis.

Once you become addicted to opium, the intervals between taking it will become shorter and shorter as time goes by.

From the first ten days, to seven days, and now to three days.

And the amount taken will become larger and larger.

Once drug addiction occurs and the drug is not taken in time, the resulting withdrawal reaction will make life worse than death.

After Zhang Wanli took it, he immediately swallowed it in his mouth and swallowed it with tea.

Swallowing raw opium is not as effective as smoking it and requires a digestion process.

After a moment, Zhang Wanli groaned, enjoying himself so much that he was in a state of ecstasy.

All worries, sorrows and pains completely disappeared at this moment, leaving only boundless bliss.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Wu raised a sneer on his lips and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)