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Compared with others, Tang Zhaozong undoubtedly has the most powerful power in the Tang Dynasty.

The power of the Tang Dynasty is divided into many kinds, Tang Zhangwei's armament is a huge two, and Tang Zhaozong's representative customs are also a kind of power.

The East Frankish cavalry that defected to Tang Zhaozong was almost annihilated by Tang Zhangwei's troops.

However, Tang Zhaozong still retreated, and Tang Zhangwei pursued Tang Zhaozong, this person could not be annihilated.

If Tang Zhangwei kills Tang Zhaozong, then Tang Zhangwei will have a bad reputation.

No matter what kind of person Tang Zhaozong is, it is always unwise to kill Tang Zhaozong.

In fact, Tang Zhangwei could only let him go, and in this way, Tang Zhaozong recovered his spiritual energy.

A few years have passed, and he has finally soared. He had always held a high position, and his superiors had always been his kindred, and finally he had finally secured a position of great importance for his age. He had wanted to get married for a long time, and he had been carefully looking for a partner for a long time. He once sent one to the editorial office of a publication without telling his boss, but it was not used. But he made a whole train paste, and it was another masterpiece: the passengers walked out of the station with suitcases and pockets, and led children and dogs into the carriages. The conductor and attendant walked around, the bell rang, the signal was given, and the train started. He's been busy with this delicate thing for a whole year. But he still has to get married. He traveled extensively, and met most of his fellow Germans; But he also corresponded regularly with the Russians, of course, out of the necessity of his position. Finally, when he reached the age of thirty-eight, he also received an inheritance. His uncle, who owned the bakery, died, and left him thirteen thousand roubles in his will. Now it's time to find a suitable position. Von Lembuk was a very modest man, although he was surrounded by a rather noble officialdom. As long as he can secure a small, independent office, and the right to dispose of public timber or such desirable things as he pleases, he will be very satisfied, and he will have nothing else to ask for in his life. But at this moment, although the Minna or Enneskina he was expecting did not appear, he suddenly ran into Yulia Mihailovna. He was elevated all at once. The modest and earnest von Lembuk felt that he could not fail to be a little ambitious.

According to the old calculations, Yulia Mihailovna had two hundred serfs; In addition, she also has a very powerful backer. On the other hand, von Lembuk was a beautiful man, and she was over forty years old. It's worth noting that as he increasingly feels like he's her fiancé, he does gradually fall in love with her. On the morning of the wedding, he sent her a poem. She loved it all, and even liked his poems: she was forty years old, and it wasn't a joke. He soon received a certain rank and a certain medal, and was later appointed as a high-ranking official of our province.

Before coming to our province, Yulia Mikhailovna spared no effort to train her husband. In her opinion, he was not without talent, he could run and pretend, and he would listen and remain silent with all his old age; He learned some very elegant gestures, even to make speeches, and even to have some bits and pieces of thought, and he was able to speak with great elegance about the most fashionable and knowable liberalism. Still, she felt uneasy, for some reason he had become insensitive, and after a long and relentless search for promotion, he was clearly beginning to feel the need to rest. She wanted to instill in him her fame, but suddenly he came up with a model of the church: a pastor came out to preach, good men and women reverently folded their hands and listened to them, a lady wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and an old man blew his nose; At the end, a tiny automaton rumbled, custom-made and sent from Switzerland, despite the cost of a lot of money.

The same. creeks and collapsed banks; A small pond and its long disrepair

gates, small villages and low, half-broken farmhouses; Inclined mills

and wattle fence walls; the empty barn and the grinning door beside the mill; mud

Churches with peeling ashes; desolate cemeteries and crooked wooden crosses; this

Everything made Arkady feel uncomfortable in his heart. And as if on purpose

As if the peasants he met were all dressed in tattered clothes, and their crotch was pitiful

Baba's horses, even the firecracker willows on the side of the road are also lacking branches and leaves, and there is no bark

Like an unkempt beggar. And those who are emaciated, filthy, and hungry

The cow greedily nibbled on the tip of the grass that had just emerged by the ditch, as if she had just come from

Struggle out from under the terrible clutches, these weary animals in the beautiful spring

It looks particularly pitiful, reminding people of the lonely and long winter days and the snowstorm

......No," Arkady thought, "it's a poor place, people are not industrious, days

It is not relaxed, it cannot, it cannot go on like this, it must be reformed...... But how

What kind of reform, and where to start? ……”

Arkady meditated all the way...... But while he was contemplating, spring was

In showing their own graceful gesture. Everything around - trees, bushes, green

The grass ,—— look green, bathed in the warm spring breeze, all

Gently shake and breathe softly. Everywhere the song of the lark is sown. Phoenix

The head wheat chicken suddenly circled and shouted at a low altitude close to the grassland, and suddenly set foot in the swamp silently

Grass mounds. The white-billed jays wandering in the spring wheat fields added a few to the verdant greenery

Elegant black moles, however, they swirled into the rye fields that began to turn white, even

They showed their little heads in the misty wheat waves, and they looked cute. pander to

Erkady looked, looked, felt the warmth of laziness flow through his heart, and thought of him

Oblivion, time in love!

But your arrival has made me sad.

......

"Arkady," Bazarov's voice came from the four-wheeled carriage, "please deliver."

A box of matches came, and I didn't have a pipe to light anymore. ”

Nikolai Petrovich stopped chanting. Listen intently

Arkady was both joyful and sympathetic and pitiful, when he heard the call was busy

Diega pulled a silver matchbox out of his pocket and asked Peter to pass it to Bazarov.

"Do you want a cigar?" Bazarov replied casually.

"Please give me one," Arkady replied.

Peter retrieved the match and a large black cigar, the Arka

Season immediately ordered it

(End of chapter)

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