The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 361: Liuhua
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There is an irrigation ditch on the outskirts of Yihe City in Youzhou. In autumn, that large swath of reeds looks like a lot of snow.
Several Linhe villages were scattered among them. A carriage turned from an official road to a small road, bumping up and down, and the horseman was a young man in weird clothes with a dull expression.
Behind the groom sat a man wearing a plain cotton coat, leaning against the wall of the car, with his legs hanging outside the car, gently swaying along with the undulating carriage.
On the small road in the evening, the carriage caught up with an old farmer who had finished working. When the carriage passed the old farmer, the man in cotton-padded clothes turned his head and looked at the old man who happened to cast a curious look at him. The old man had a bad look. The face I looked at was full of ravines, but even though he was slouchy, it was still half a head taller than the old southerners, and the steps were similar. Vigorous, it can be seen that the elderly must be in good position when they are young.
The cotton-clothed man yelled, Mr., the coachman took the reins, the carriage slowly stopped, the man jumped out of the carriage, and greeted with a smile: "Four grandma?"
The old farmer was full of consternation. He didn't know why the young man who looked at him wanted to call his fourth grandfather, probably because he was shocked by the imposing manner of the man in cotton-padded clothes.
The cotton-clothed man smiled in the most authentic Youzhou dialect: "I, Chen Wang from the end of the village, the fourth grandfather, don't you recognize it?"
The old farmer's eyes widened, he looked hard at the young man who claimed to be living at the end of the village, and then suddenly realized that a smile appeared on his wrinkled vicissitudes face, "Little hope?!"
Chen Wang grinned and said: "Yes."
The old man sighed, then wondered: "Why are you back again? Didn't you go to Beijing for the exam?"
Chen Wang smiled and said: "I have finished the exam a long time ago. I will take a look at home this time. Back then, my fourth grandfather borrowed two taels of silver from me, so I don't dare to forget it."
The old man waved his hand and asked curiously: "How did you do in the exam?"
Chen Wang said softly: "It's okay."
The old man sighed. Maybe he was worried about hurting the face of the young man. He didn't ask the bottom line. Moreover, the old man who has dealt with the yellow earth all his life can't ask why, but he just sighed, "It's a pity."
Chen Wang's face was calm, as if he didn't understand the regret in the old man's words.
Chen Wang walked back to the village side by side with the old farmers, and talked about the harvest of this year's cropland, the marriage of his peers, and whether the elders in the village are still alive.
Through chatting, Chen Wang learned that his Huangnifang ancestor house had long been dilapidated, and a wall had collapsed. This is reasonable. He has not returned to his hometown for repairs in ten years. How can it be done? Safe and sound. Chen Wang's parents passed away before they rushed for the exam. The ownerless house is not the seemingly weak reeds. It will wither this autumn and will be glorious in the next spring. The old farmer didn’t say something. In fact, after this little Wang came to Beijing, there was a woman in the village who would often clean up and tidy up, just like her own home. Year after year, many secretly liked it. Her young people also gave up their hearts, marrying a wife and having children, and the yellow girl gradually became an old girl. It's just that she is no longer there. What's the use of telling Chen Wang about this? Besides, Chen Wang has been in the capital for so many years. Maybe she can't remember her? Otherwise, if you really wanted to, why didn't you even return a letter even if you couldn't go home for so many years?
Already approaching the village head, the old man raised his head and looked at the smoke-smoked village. He couldn't help but sighed. The girl’s home is at the head of the village. What a virtuous child who would give a thumbs up for a hundred miles. The matchmaker almost broke the threshold of her house, but she refused to agree, and her parents couldn't do anything about it. The common people confessed their fate, but their fate was not good, and they couldn't blame anyone. This is the same as getting a disease. If you can carry it, you can live.
Chen Wang did not enter the village, and suddenly stopped and asked: "Four grandfather, where is her grave?"
The old man froze for a moment, lowered his voice and said: "How do you know her..."
The old man did not continue to speak, and Chen Wang also did not speak.
The old man pointed to the ferry and said, "It's there, although the tomb is small, it's easy to find."
Chen Wang took out a heavy wallet and a piece of letterhead, "Four grandfather, can you help me return the account in the village and hand it to Lizheng or the nearby private school. It is clearly written on it."
The old man hesitated for a while, but finally did not refuse, he took the letter paper purse carefully, and asked, "Don't go back to the village to take a look?"
Chen Wang shook his head and said, "I won't go. I have been to the grave for my parents, and I must leave for the capital immediately."
The old man said with emotion: "This is too anxious."
Chen Wang smiled.
The old man walked out a few steps and suddenly turned around and asked: "Xiaowang, are you really a high official in the capital?"
Chen Wang doesn't seem to know how to answer, the high official of Tai'an City? Huang Zi Gongqing, in the center, once the ruler?
So he had to laugh: "Not too big."
The old man said with satisfaction: "That's also very promising, the fourth grandfather knew very early that your kid is definitely not bad!"
Chen Wang smiled calmly.
The old man did not forget to glance at the young man standing next to Chen Wang. When he turned and left, he was full of suspiciousness, his clothes looked strange.
Chen Wang walked slowly with the "young eunuch" who was the same age as the country, and his father and mother's grave was not far outside the village.
Chen Wang raised his hand and brushed it over the reeds.
When he was studying hard in Han Chuang, he did not dare to think about the title of Jinshi and the gold list. His parents did not have that extravagant hope. They only thought that their son was able to read and read, which was already a glorious lintel. Great thing. Beiliang is bitter and cold. It’s amazing to be able to have one scholar in each household. It is very different from the Central Plains, especially the rich Jiangnan, where they like to pay attention to farming and studying. The people holding books here are very rare. He had just entered Beijing to participate in the examination. Beiliang was the only one who did not have an examination hall in Tai'an City. He was not familiar with the place of his life, and he did not have the care of his seniors in the imperial examination. So he had to stay in a small temple. Hit the wall, the same ancient book, the store will sell him a lot more expensive. Even after participating in the palace exam, there is still no friendship in the same year in the officialdom, and Beiliang is the only one. When Jin Lanting was in Tai'an City, Yan Jiexi became a relative of the emperor, and both of them deliberately did not change this because of personal grievances. Even if Yao Baifeng served as the Imperial Guard Zuojijiu, he still had more than enough energy and insufficient energy.
He Chen Wang, Chen Shaobao in the eyes of the civil and military of the Manchu dynasty, dignified under the dignity of Zuo Sanqi, the first assistant in the future, who is most dependent on today, is determined and powerful, but can't do it.
Chen Wang walked slowly, flanked by reeds taller than the top of the people, huge and soft reed flowers, which rose in the autumn wind, and did not know where they fell.
Chen looked at the head of the grave, pulled out the clutter, then straightened his clothes, knelt down and banged his head three times.
My son wants to raise and kisses.
The old man who was respected as the fourth grandfather by the cotton-clothed man may not know it for the rest of his life. The younger generations handed him two things, the wallet and letterhead, and the latter only had the last signature "Chen Wang". , It is worth a thousand dollars.
In the past 20 years in Beiliang, there were only a few people in Liyang officialdom. Among them, Jin Lanting official to the minister of rituals, Yan Jiexi received a bachelor’s degree, and Yao Baifeng, a master of science, was in charge of the Imperial College, but these three people added together, They may not have the weight of Chen Wang alone.
It can even be said that in a great sense, it was this Beiliang scholar who had left his hometown. His two secret letters changed the pattern of Beiliang.
On the way back from the original road, Chen Wang met a sturdy man of the same age. After seeing him, the man looked complicated, resentful, awed, surprised, and puzzled.
The man took a deep breath, and then handed Chen Wang a coarse cloth bag with a stern face, "The things my sister left behind are the books you left behind, and I will give it back to you."
Chen Wang took the cloth bag, startled in a daze.
The man turned around and strode away, stopped his figure, and said with a hoarse voice: "Wangzi, although my sister...but don't think she has died unclearly! She is cleaner than anyone else!"
Chen Wang covered his mouth, looking at the back of the brother-in-law who used to hook up and shout with him in his early years, and said vaguely: "I'm sorry."
The man murmured, "Tell her what you said."
Chen Wang was silent, scarlet oozing between his fingers.
I haven't moved for a long time.
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Chen Wang came to the ferry, holding the cloth bag, and found the small grave.
The **** is missing.
Chen Wang sat cross-legged in front of the grave.
Sit opposite to Xiaofen.
There is an illiterate woman who would find a clean place under the sun, hang out the books, spread out one by one, and put away one by one.
There is an unmarried woman who will go to the small ferry when there is no one, wait for others, look from a distance once, turn around once.
Chen Wang gently opened the cloth pouch~IndoMTL.com~ and looked down, there were familiar "Book of Rites", "University", as well as three hundred thousand more ancient textbooks.
In those days, when he worked in the fields, or pounding clothes at the ferry, or when it was snowing, or picking reeds, he often endorsed it to her.
This year is now ten years apart.
He and her are already separated from yin and yang.
Chen Wang closed his eyes, and said softly: "The country is in trouble, the king will die, the doctor will die in the ancestral temple, and the people will die in the country..."
"The gentleman said,'The great virtue is not official, the great way is not the weapon, the big letter is not promised, the big time is not uniform.' Observing these four, you can be aspiring to learn..."
"To make the people of the world, Qi Ming prosperously serve, in order to carry out the sacrifices. The exuberance, as on it, as on its left and right..."
In the twilight, scholars read books.
The wind blows the reeds and shakes gently, like a woman nodding her head, smiling like a flower.
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