Fisherman's Song Dynasty

Xu Zizhen is a person who remembers love very much. He remembers the kindness of Zhifu Wen Zhifu for knowing him, the kindness of Qian Tongzhi and Duan Chen who made wine for him, and the kindness of hiding Wang Manfu and his wife and Cheng Bo. But today, there is another grace of Hu Qing's release.

Alas, human feelings are greater than mountains!

Cheng Bo settled down Xu Zizhen, and he himself lived here. Every day, he boiled medicine for Xu Zizhen and had three meals a day. Taking good care of him, his injuries are recovering at an extremely fast speed.

Xu Zizhen kept all these in his heart and didn't say much thanks to Cheng Bo. He has been recuperating quietly for the past few days, and at the same time he has already thought about it very clearly.

Mo Lier disappeared, Rong Xi and Liu Li didn't know where they went, Master Hua died, and He Liangliang didn't even know whether he was alive or dead. The only people he knew after he came to the Northern Song Dynasty were far away. The prefect of Wenzhou in Lanzhou.

I can't go back to Suzhou City for the time being, and I have become a wandering weed with no roots, I can go anywhere, seeing that the Kingdom of Jin is about to invade, and the court of the Great Song Dynasty is extremely extravagant and luxurious. I don't know what kind of pressure and difficulties I will face.

The transfer of the prefect Wen and the death of Hua Ye deeply stimulated Xu Zizhen's originally comfortable heart. He believed that even if he was not familiar with this period of history, his little bit more knowledge than others was enough to change him. Certain things, so he made a decision in the past few days-go to the Northwest!

Although Xu Zizhen said that he was in the wine cellar these days, he was injured and couldn't drink, which really suffocated him. What he saw in his eyes were wine tanks and jars full of sheds, but he couldn't take a sip. Telling him that the wound was almost healed, he couldn't hold back anymore, so he asked Cheng Bo for a jar of wine.

He took the wine and didn't open it immediately to drink, but carried the wine jar up to the Yushan Mountain not far away. The mountain is not high, and he climbed to the top of the mountain after a while, and sat down at a place leeward of the wind. , looking to the north.

Today is the anniversary of his father's death. Even though it happened more than 800 years later, he opened the mud seal of the wine jar, took a big sip, and couldn't help but praise: "Good wine!"

This wine is full-bodied and strong, better than the wine he drank at the Taihu Water Village last time. He suddenly found a piece of whitish red paper on the altar, with a few words written on it—Lin'er Miyue , and then another row of birthday characters.

He suddenly realized that this was buried by Wang Manfu for his son. As a custom in the south of the Yangtze River, he buried a jar of wine when his son was full moon, and took it out when he was admitted to the imperial examination or when he got married. , had already died, Wang Manfu simply gave this altar of good wine to his benefactor.

Thinking of that child, Xu Zizhen couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He tilted the wine jar slightly, poured some on the ground, looked at the north and said loudly: "Dad, Mom, my son is going to the northwest. If I'm still alive at this time next year, I'll invite you to drink wine." You drink good wine!" After speaking, he took a big gulp and poured some on the ground.

Suddenly he found a grave not far from him, but there was no tombstone in front of the grave. A middle-aged man was sitting by the grave, looking at the wine in his hand with piercing eyes. Tan: "Let's have some together?"

The man glanced at him and nodded: "Okay."

Xu Zizhen handed him the wine jar, and the man took a big gulp from the mouth of the jar, his eyes lit up, and he praised: "Good wine!"

"This is the real Zhuangyuanhong, how can it be bad?" Xu Zizhen smiled, then looked at the grave next to the man, and asked, "This is your relative? Why don't you even make a monument?"

The man squinted at him slightly, finally shook his head, looked at the tomb and said, "This is my brother, his name...it's not convenient to erect a monument."

There was obvious anger and helplessness in his tone, Xu Zizhen stopped asking in a daze, picked up the wine jar and took a sip before handing it over: "Your brother still has a grave, but my parents don't even have one." , Forget it, drink!"

The man didn't speak, he took it and gulped it down again. The two of them just went back and forth like this. It didn't take long for a big jar of wine to be fucked to the bottom.

The jar of wine weighed at least ten catties, even if Xu Zizhen could drink well, he still felt a little dizzy, he said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I drank so happily, and it's been a long time since I met a buddy who can drink like you, it's cool!"

The man also looked drunk, but his eyes were as bright as morning stars. He took a deep look at Xu Zizhen and asked, "I just heard that you said you were going to the northwest?"

Xu Zizhen nodded and said: "Well, I was arrested by the whole city. I can't stay in Suzhou City, so I might as well run away."

The man saw that he spoke frankly, and there was a smile in his eyes: "Oh? Why are you arrested?"

Xu Zizhen's spirits surged up, and he didn't hesitate at all. He told about his rescue and the final blow to Shen Zongwei's death. The man became more and more angry when he heard it. He punched the ground heavily and shouted angrily: "To please the golden dog , actually betrayed his own compatriots, he is really inferior to pigs and dogs, good job!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Xu Zizhen and praised: "You are not bad, you are a man."

Xu Zizhen laughed: "Thank you for the compliment! It's a pity that I don't have any wine today, why don't I drink again tomorrow? Anyway, my injury is not healed, so I can't leave for the time being."

The man smiled: "Then we'll drink it tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he got up and left without saying another word.

Xu Zizhen didn't care about it, staggered back to the wine cellar and fell asleep. He didn't wake up until it was dark. During the conversation, I was shocked: Ouch, why did I tell him the whole truth?What if he goes to tip off and arrest me?

But when he looked back and thought about it, that man didn't seem like a person with malicious intentions, and when he said that he killed Shen Zongwei, he obviously had an extremely happy expression.

"Whatever, if he is really not a good person, then I will consider myself unlucky. I really can't drink too much in the future. Damn, talk nonsense."

Xu Zizhen muttered a few words, ate something indiscriminately, and then fell asleep again. The Zhuangyuanhong's stamina was so strong that he slept until the next morning before waking up.

He remembered the man's words, and went up the mountain with another jar of wine. Before he reached the top of the mountain, he saw the man still sitting beside the tomb from a distance, and it didn't look like there were officers and soldiers lying in ambush beside him.

Xu Zizhen walked up to him, put the wine jar on the ground, and said with a smile, "Continue to drink today? But we don't have the wine from yesterday, so let's make do with it."

The man took a deep look at him, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and suddenly said: "You are going to join the army, but you know how to use guns and clubs?"

Xu Zizhen shook his head and said with a smile, "I haven't learned it, and I don't know any kung fu."

The man nodded: "I guessed it just by looking at your palm." After a pause, he suddenly said, "I think you are a good man worth getting acquainted with, how about teaching you a set of sword skills?"

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