Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan glared at him angrily and leaned over to look at the town at the foot of the mountain.

Yaoguang stared at the young master's back with burning eyes.

His plan was very big. This time he came to Zhang Zaifu to explain the problem. But what excited him the most was that since Jiang Fan was confident in persuading Zhang Zaifu, it proved that thing even more.

And Jiang Fan, who was observing Qingjiang Town, felt that something was wrong in his heart. Somehow, I suddenly remembered what the empress suddenly said when she was leaving that day - there were other people in the green valley.

After all, the Battle of Cuigu is related to Zhang Zaifu. Is there any side story to this matter?

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Qingjiang Town is an ordinary and somewhat poor town, and it is located at the junction of Shanxi and Chu, so neither family is too lazy to take care of it, so it has always lacked basic facilities, such as private schools and the like.

Fortunately, a reclusive old scholar in the mountains finally came out and founded a school, which provided a place for children from thousands of families to study.

Qingjiang Sou is somewhat famous in the local area, but he has lived alone in seclusion for decades and almost no one has seen him. But this time, the old Confucian sold his classics, opened a school, and exempted poor families from paying fees. The townspeople applauded and his reputation suddenly increased.

However, due to the small size of Qingjiang Town itself and the limited energy of the old man, he only accepts children under the age of ten, so there are only a hundred people of appropriate age.

These hundreds of boys got this good opportunity and naturally became the envy of everyone.

All day long, under the big locust tree in the eastern suburbs, when the sound of Lang Lang reading could be heard from the pine and cypress hall with white walls and blue tiles, many townspeople sat quietly outside not far away and listened. Quietly, for fear of disturbing the husband's preaching and teaching, and the children's reading of sages' books.

On this day, dozens of townspeople sat quietly and listened as usual.

Unexpectedly, a group of thousands of cavalrymen walked neatly from the bluestone road leading to the outside of the town. At the head is a golden-armored general wearing a sun helmet. In the center of the team is a luxurious gilded chariot, driven by a haggard old man's driver.

Soap white robes, bright yellow armor, tall horses, and clear flags made the townspeople who had never seen the market panic. Obviously, this was something they couldn't afford to offend. The townspeople did not dare to make any noise. They retreated to a distance uneasily, but they also He never left. After all, he still had his own baby in Songbai Hall, so he couldn't rest assured.

Thousands of soldiers stood in perfect order in front of the Pine and Cypress Hall. They did not make any noise, as if they were waiting for something in silence.

It wasn't until the sun was setting in the west and the tired birds were about to return that the sound of reading in the school suddenly stopped. Soon, the courtyard door opened wide, and the children were chatting and laughing, and filed out. Seeing the battle outside, the children were all excited Somewhat scared.

The last person to come out was a tall, white-haired and bearded old Confucian scholar in civilian clothes.

He smiled and told the children to go home early and stop playing.

At this time, the parents who were waiting far away stretched out their hands and called their children over, gave a quick salute to the old gentleman, did not dare to stay, and hurriedly led him away.

But there were also some brave people who were not here to pick up the dolls. They found it novel and watched from a distance without leaving.

But they were just watching the scene. The people in small places were inherently afraid of the officers and soldiers. They were too far away and couldn't hear clearly what they would say.

Only a young fisherman carrying a bamboo basket on his back and a green bamboo fishing rod in his hand seemed to listen attentively.

The old gentleman sent away the last child, then brushed his beard and smiled, turned around and walked back, but he didn't seem to see the thousands of shining officers and soldiers.

At this time, an old voice came from the carriage: "Master Xiang, it's been a long time."

The old gentleman stopped slowly and did not look back: "Old man Qingjiang, there is no one you are looking for here. Please go back."

The old voice said slowly: "Sou Qingjiang has passed away. Mr. Xiang was famous all over the world in his life, so why bother borrowing the name of that old friend."

The old gentleman seemed to shake his head: "In my heart, the pines and cypresses are evergreen, so life and death are of no consequence."

The old voice said: "The prime minister's ambition is beyond the reach of old age."

The old gentleman slowly turned around and looked at the chariot. He was silent for a moment and smiled calmly: "You are just an old man, how can you expect the grand master to come in person? Please return the court."

The man in the chariot let out a long sigh: "Master Zaifu was the Dazai in the past, and his official position is above that of the old, so he deserves it."

The old man said: "The old man has already hung up his seal and left. It's okay not to mention what happened back then."

The person in the chariot said: "But in this world, can the Prime Minister really let go?"

The old gentleman smiled leisurely: "The world is like floating clouds. I have already seen through it in Fuyunting, and I have no intention of lingering."

The person in the chariot said: "Zai Fu has already put up the seal, but my emperor has not issued an edict. I can't sleep at night because of my deep thoughts. Why don't you return to court and meet my emperor to relieve his pain of missing him?"

The old gentleman brushed his beard and said: "I am grateful for the memory of my emperor. However, I am only a teacher at the moment. Teaching and educating people is enough. The temple is high and far away, so I don't care about it. Please tell your Majesty, Grand Master, that there is no need to worry about him."

The person in the carriage sighed, and the curtain slowly opened. An old man was helped out of the carriage by the driver.

This old man is dressed in brocade, with a high crown on his head and a jade belt around his waist. Although he is old, he has a handsome face.

"Finally, my old friend is here. Can I have a cup of tea?"

The old gentleman smiled calmly: "Since you are here, just have a drink."

While talking, an old man with a hunchback walked out of the school, holding a tray with a pot and four cups on it.

The eyes of the old man in gorgeous clothes moved slightly: "Great Sage Camel Lion, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

The hunchbacked old man just said: "I'm an old servant."

After that, he walked to the big locust tree, placed the tea tray gently on a piece of bluestone, and then slowly stepped aside.

The old man made a gesture of invitation: "This is where I usually drink tea and chat. It's a bit simple. How about sitting on the ground?"

The old man in fancy clothes sneered: "People are born on the earth and buried in the thick soil. Sitting on the ground is a great etiquette."

"In that case... please."

"Please."

The two of them actually used the bluestone as a table and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The old man in fancy clothes glanced at the tea tray and smiled slightly: "There are quite a few guests today."

The old man poured tea with a smile: "There are many guests recently, but they all pass by the door without entering. But as the host, I always have to prepare some."

The old man in fancy clothes picked up the teacup with two fingers, blew it gently, and tasted it: "Oh? Wild tea from the deep mountains?"

"People in the mountains and wilds pick and use their own tea, isn't it the same?"

The old man in fancy clothes said: "The prime minister is indifferent, but... is the prime minister really willing to give it up?"

The old man said: "There is gain in loss. Giving up the trouble of worldly affairs, you get your own I am following my heart. It's very good."

The old man in gorgeous clothes stared at the other party: "If you really have great freedom, it's really good... I'm afraid that the prime minister is not following his heart."

The old man laughed: "Are you worried about me?"

The old man in gorgeous clothes said: "My emperor and you are just worried about me."

"I'm afraid they are worried about me after I leave, and what will happen to me."

"Why doesn't the prime minister let us feel at ease?"

"If the heart is not at ease, what can external forces do?"

The old man in gorgeous clothes shook his head and chuckled: "Prime Minister, everything in the world is easy to get, but it's hard to give it up... I'm afraid."