The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 267: Xia Ke Xing (Part 2)

Lingzhou on Beiliang Road is a well-deserved Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall. In addition to fertility, it also has a rare bookishness in the northwest. Therefore, Lingzhou faced Liangyou two prefectures a few years ago, and was a bit proud of its garrison. Not as brave and brave as you, but there are so many scholars here. [] It’s a pity that Lingzhou Shilin became a little sick after a young scholar named Chen Wang appeared in Youzhou. Although Sun Yin is considered to be a scholar who walked out of Lingzhou two days ago, he has the highest official position. At the time, he also achieved the right sacrifice of liquor at the Imperial College in Beijing, but compared to Chen Shaobao, who was in the center, it was obviously still a big difference. It’s just that this kind of dispute can’t quarrel with such a small place as Huanghua County, Huansha County. Huanghua County is Xia County and is located in the westernmost part of Lingzhou. Poor, the magistrate of Huanghua County always suffers every time he meets a colleague of comparable rank when he goes to the state city. But here is the poor. Compared with Youzhou’s poor poetry and good knives, there are dozens of small and large villages in Huanghua County. In addition to the official school, almost all villages have private schools, more affluent village families, and even ancestral schools. Sitting in the pavilion, so the sound of young children reading here is no less than that of other places in Lingzhou.

Li Xian is the most knowledgeable scholar in Lijiacun. He is the master of Juren who has entered the capital of Liyang. However, it is said that he has failed the ranking. It’s not difficult for the city official’s office to find an errand. Unfortunately, it’s not a coincidence that the scholars from the Central Plains flooded into Lingzhou. Someone squeezed his teaching position. Li Xian was originally from a poor family and couldn’t manage the way. I don’t know if Because of my anger, I simply went back to my village and set up a private school. Seven or eight children in the village go to school and barely make ends meet. If you can save money to buy books, you don’t need extravagant hopes. Besides, Li Xian also took the initiative to recruit a few. A child with a foreign surname enters a private school, not to mention hiring Jin Shuxiu, but also to eat and drink twice a day. As a result, there are many good-age women in the nearby villages who originally liked Li Xian, but they also flinched under the beating of their parents.

Today, Li Xian carried a small pot of wine to the neighboring village. There were no official roads between the villages, only a sandy road with a width of more than ten feet. Those villagers and village women would respectfully shout Mr. Li when they met Li Xian, Li Xian would also respond with a smile and chat a few words. Li Xian came to a hut by the river and surrounded a fence. An old hen and her young chicks were looking for food, pecking and pecking. When Li Xian just pushed Chai Fei away, he saw a familiar figure walking in the distance, smiled knowingly, and stood at the door waiting. The old man walked slowly, but he was spirited. In addition to carrying a jar of mud to seal the rice wine, he also had some food wrapped in oil paper. The old man, like Li Xian, is a teacher in the village’s private school, but compared to Li Xian, he has been teaching and literate for more than 20 years. Those old people in the surrounding villages who were born and raised in the surrounding villages all said that this guy with the surname Liu is a foreigner and his ancestry is In the Central Plains, the ancestors are notable. When they first arrived here, they were very generous, and they were full of style at that time. But after so many years, the wealth of the family has been exhausted, or maybe it is really old. No, the waist can't be straight.

Compared with the villagers, Li Xian needs to know more. Mr. Liu is a survivor of the Spring and Autumn Period. There is no doubt that Hong Jia passed through Beiliang when he ran to the north. In the Southern Dynasties, however, when Mr. Liu walked to Beiliang, the family fell apart, died of illness, lost, and went mad. As a result, it seemed that Mr. Liu was the only one left. What happened after he was thrown into the water did not die. Li Xian didn’t know what the truth was. Mr. Liu was not happy to say that the old sesame seeds were rotten. In short, he took root in Beiliang and set up a private school, because his temperament is eccentric, rigid and harsh. The situation of the private school has been deserted. If it weren't for some weird medical skills that can't be traced by the local doctor, I'm afraid this old man would have starved to death.

As for the two people who visited with wine, they were also an unknown teacher in Huanghua County. Li Xian’s 300 thousand enlightenment was taught by the old man. Li Xian’s first kowtow in his life was to the Confucian Saint Zhang. The memorial tablet and the old man kowtow as a husband. Now I want to come to think that this gentleman's knowledge is really not high or deep. It is definitely incomparable compared to the hidden Mr. Liu. It is only in the well-known Li Xian. It seems that the husband is the husband, and he will not add a surname like the one in front of him. The folks in the village did not have so much respect for the poor Mr. Li Xian who was born in the village, and he liked to call the nickname Wang Lao. At that time, or when my husband borrowed money from their parents, he dared to laugh and shout that Wang was bald. As for whether he would be hit by the board later, it is another matter. The children in the village are all rough and thick, and bare feet can do it. All the mountains are flying, what is the number of boards?

Li Xian’s enlightenment teacher, Wang Changqing, is well-known from far and near. Two old men of the same age but with a lot of backgrounds have been arguing from middle age to twilight. As long as they meet, they are quarreling. Generally speaking, Mr. Liu’s quarrelling words are more clouded and hazy, and it will make people remember it after several years. It is not spicy at the moment. Wang Changqing’s folk slang can always be exported. It is not so literal, and the lethality is naturally not what Mr. Liu can do. Comparable, but the latter is always invincible, and the two people often quarreled and quarreled and turned into talking with ducks. They played piano with each other and enjoyed it for more than 20 years.

This time, Li Xian took out money from his savings to buy a pot of good green ant wine. It was because his husband had just squeezed out the private school for people to occupy the magpie’s nest. The young gentleman who came here was younger than Li Xian, who was nearly 30 years old. Li Xian had met once and had a good conversation. He was a foreign scholar. Unlike most scholars who went to Liang to enter the big and small Yamen, the scholar seemed to I don't like being an official, but I love preaching and teaching professions. As for why I went to Beiliang to teach, God knows. However, there are also rumors that the scholar was at the fair in Huanghua County and fell in love with a young lady in this village at first sight, so he ran all the way to settle down in the village. Li Xian used to study and now teaches, both of whom are blind to the outside world. A person of, who is reluctant to explore this matter, feels that it is so, he can be regarded as a gifted and beautiful woman, of course, he is also willing to bless a lover in his heart to finally get married.

Li Xian had already caught a glimpse of the gentleman who was thinking about going out to bask in the sun, and he immediately returned to the house after seeing the two of them, their legs and feet are very clever, it is estimated that he went back to bed and pretended to be sick.

Li Xian and Mr. Liu walked into the slightly gloomy back room together. The latter re-photographed rice wine and food on the small table, and said in a bad mood: "There is wine and meat today, you must be able to get up. Then you and I eat and drink clean, if you get up, then I will help you eat and drink in front of you!"

Wang Changqing lying on the bed coldly snorted, "Yellow wine?"

Mr. Liu angrily said: "It's not yellow wine or your Beiliang Green Ant Wine?! You want me to drink Green Ant Wine unless the sun hits the west! Do you like it or not!"

Li Xian had no choice but to smile and say: "Sir, I have a pot of green ants, Mr. Liu has sauce, how about it?"

Wang Changqing got up slowly and straightened his clothes after getting up.

Mr. Liu sneered and said: "The monkey is crowned."

Wang Changqing squinted his lips and said: "Look at this one on my body, it's brand new! This year's New Year, I will buy a new dress. Looking back at the shirt on your body that has been stitched up year after year, it's sweeping!" /

Mr. Liu said calmly: "Nothing is expensive, no early bedtime is rich, safe walking is a car, late eating is meat, and broken clothes are used as fur. This is the path of peace and happiness. Very poor."

Wang Changqing rolled his eyes and said: "If you are poor, you will be poor. Is there a reason to be poor?"

Mr. Liu sneered and said: "Not compared to some frogs at the bottom of the well. I have traveled thousands of miles in this life, and I have seen the principles of heaven in personnel. In this life, I have read thousands of books and see the principles of heaven. Hey, I arrived in this remote Beiliang, It’s ridiculous and ridiculous that every time I see old scholars piling up idiotic papers for decades, they don’t know the south, east, west and northwest as soon as they go out of the door. Especially the piles of old papers are placed in the Central Plains, where the heirlooms of farming and reading, ordinary young children can recite them."

Too lazy to pay attention to Liu, Wang Changqing sat down on a small stool, took the opened pot of Green Ant Wine from Li Xian, lowered his head and sniffed hard, and said with intoxication: "It's just the smell. , It can be worth seven or eight dollars!"

With the light from the dilapidated window, Wang Changqing and his student Li Xian drank green ant wine, while Mr. Liu drank yellow wine alone. Wang Changqing, with sparse hair, stepped on the bench. Compared to Mr. Liu, who was sitting on the bench, he really did not look like a gentleman. On the contrary, Li Xian, who was born out of Wang Lao's bald education, is not too elegant to lose to Mr. Liu.

Wang Changqing poured two bowls of wine. Li Xian smiled and shook his head. Wang Changqing pointed his finger at the proud student, and said regretfully: "If you don't drink, how can you make a good poem that is famous for the ages."

Mr. Liu sarcastically said: "Wang Laobao, have you ever drunk a few hundred catties of wine in your life and made a half smooth article? Although Li Xian can barely be regarded as half of your student, But it is a serious person. In my opinion, it is only because of Beiliang's identity that he has not been able to enter the scholarship. Is it that you Wang and Lao can teach it?"

Wang Changqing took a sip of green ant wine, wiped his mouth, and argued: "I can't teach you? You Liu Shubag can teach you? It depends on your family background to learn a few more books, what's so great!"

Mr. Liu wanted to say something but stopped, and finally did not say something, but angrily said: "Unreasonable!"

Wang Changqing took a sip of wine again, then hiccuped, picking up a piece of sauced meat with **** and throwing it into his mouth, suddenly feeling relieved.

In the end, Li Xian couldn't make the wine persuaded by her husband, and his face flushed after drinking a small bowl.

The two old men silently fight wine and eat meat, but one uses their hands and the other uses chopsticks.

Mr. Liu is rare to drink high, a little embarrassed, and a little proud. His trance eyes are full of nostalgia, and he muttered to himself: "Hate to marry a woman of ten surnames or not to be a native of Chu..."

Wang Laotu took the elbow and gently stabbed the slightly morose student, and asked in a low voice: "What are the specialties of the ten surnamed girls?"

Li Xian smiled and said: "There were ten tycoons in the spring and autumn of the past, probably from allusions."

Wang Lao is bald and happy, "Isn't it all for our generals to become grandsons of tortoises."

Wang Changqing's voice is not small, and Mr. Liu immediately glared at each other.

Wang Changqing drank most of the pot of green ant wine. He was already drunk for seven or eight minutes. He crossed his neck and said, "What's wrong, not convinced?! Don't think that your old boy is a survivor of the Spring and Autumn Period. When I am a master?! Hmph, I have tolerated you Liu Mao for many years! You used to say that our Royal Highness is a dude boy. At that time, I was also blind, and I felt that His Royal Highness is not as good as the general, and may not be able to support it. I can't afford the burden of Beiliang, so I scolded a few words with you. Today you will be yin and yang with Lao Tzu again, and see if I won't clean up you! I can't clean up you, and Li Xian, my student!"

Mr. Liu has bloodshot eyes and whispered: "Can kill people, but it's not a big deal? How can there be such a truth in the world? The history books have been recorded time and time again. It is not the truth of scholars."

Wang Changqing suddenly slapped the wine bowl heavily, and the small half of the green ant wine spilled out of the big white bowl. He usually drank a bowl of loose wine in the market wine shop, and he could drink the bald Wang, who had no wine left. This time, he ignored it. Feeling distressed, he angered at Mr. Liu: "The general murdered like hemp and let you Lu Shen in the Central Plains. I don’t know if it makes sense! I only know that from the general to the King of Xinliang, two generations of the Xu family were the first to take the lead in this northwest. Outside the customs, blocked the Beimang millions of iron knights for your Central Plains! Take a step back and say, even if the general owes you the Spring and Autumn Adherents, the King of New Liang and the Northern Liang Frontier Army, this year, the second year of the Xiangfu of this dog day, Also paid for them for his old Xu family! Zhao Shunzi from our village, Li Erwa from Li Xian’s village, and two young offspring from your Liu Mao village, four people outside Beiliangguan, only one survived and one Died in Hutou City, two died in the mouth of the gourd! Zhao Shunzi, in his early twenties, is like Wang Changqing, who is in the eyes of your Liu Mao, who will never be able to read a little bit in his studies. The result? The result is my Wang Changqing. With you, Liu Mao, a bastard, I wander around and drink wine leisurely here!"

Wang Changqing slammed a fist on the table, "The two of us are not dead, not dead, dead! What picture? Yes, Zhao Shunzi and the others, not for you, Liu Mao, and not for my bald king. And dead, but we can’t read him for a good? You Liu Mao can’t read our Beiliang’s 300,000 frontier army, good?!"

Mr. Liu raised his head and took a sip of wine, his face was calm, but his lips were blue, and he slowly said: "I think it’s good for those who died on the border, why is it difficult? But why should I think of Xu’s family? ? My Da Chu Liu family has more than three hundred mouths up and down, in a Hong Jia north run, and only one Liu Mao died. There is a saying that you are right, **** it’s not dead, **** it, all die Up!"

Wang Changqing roared: "Fuck you! Liu Mao, I control how many people you died that year!"

Mr. Liu suddenly got up, broke the jar of yellow wine, and walked away.

Li Xian hesitated and ran out afterwards.

Mr. Liu staggered, Li Xian wanted to support, but was swung away.

Li Xian said with a hoarse voice: "Mr. Liu, unless it is an old man in this village, maybe I don't know that my husband's two sons were killed in a battle long ago outside Liangzhou Pass, and the teacher died because of this." /

Liu Mao stopped by the stream.

Li Xian looked at the stream, "I went to Beijing to rush for the exam, and my husband gave me all his savings. He said that Mr. Liu, you like a set of "Crowd and Shoes", and told me that I must help you bring one in Tai'an City. It’s just that a few of us who went to Beijing together at the time, one of us wanted to stay in the capital to take the exam. I gave him all the money on impulse, hoping that he could be in the capital that is hostile to us in Beiliang. Can not be trapped by life, and be able to study with peace of mind. I didn’t even dare to confess to my husband about this, because at the time of saying goodbye, my husband told me that, no matter what, Mr. Liu is really knowledgeable and he is far away. A real scholar who is incomparable can teach in Beiliang for twenty years. Therefore, Beiliang owes Mr. Liu, so Wang Changqing should do something."

Li Xian whispered: "Mr. Liu bears the hatred of the country and the family, my husband never dared to let you forget anything."

Li Xian looked around, "But we in Beiliang, the poor country in Mr. Liu's eyes, never forget our gratitude! Never unjust!"

Li Xian smiled, "I have never met the general, nor the King of Xinliang, but I have met my husband, Wang Changqing, and the Li Erwa who went to the river with me to fish in the early years, and that When I was young, I even scolded me as a nerd and beat my Zhao Shunzi, and even met my husband’s two sons, and met his wife... Then I think, since we were born in Beiliang, we should die in Beiliang as well. Well, for us Beiliang people who need to face the North Mang iron cavalry, as long as the border wars continue day after day, it is actually a very common thing to die every year every year. Maybe one day it really falls on our own heads, the same Knowing and unwilling, but afraid to return to fear."

"Death to death! Because Beimang can't help our Beiliang stay alive. And we don't want to stay alive!"

"Mr. Liu, you said that in the early Spring and Autumn Period of the Central Plains, you hated not to marry a woman of ten surnames, and you hate not to be a native of Da Chu. Today, Liyang hates not to have Jiangnan~IndoMTL.com~ because you hate not to live in peace. "

Li Xian smiled freely: "As for me, Li Xian, a weak scholar, I only hate Liangzhou!"

The slumped old Xichu elder, staring blankly at the back of the young Beiliang scholar.

Suddenly, the old man lay on the edge of the stream, put his head into the stream, and drank severely.

Then just sat cross-legged, haha ​​smiled: "Good drink!"

The old man turned his head and looked at the young man who ran back quickly. He must have mistakenly thought that Liu Mao couldn't think of him anymore.

The old man laughed.

On the contrary, Liu Mao finally wanted to open it today.

Compared with the Central Plains, whether it is the Spring and Autumn Central Plains or the Liyang Central Plains, there are not many scholars and fewer books in Beiliang.

But, who said there is no chivalry in the lines? !

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