Chapter Thirty-Seven: Infinite Hatred

The living widow was very good-looking, but the dead widow looked a little hideous, and her pale face was beaten by the rain and made a slight horn sound, and finally merged into a stream to desperately wash away the blood gushing out of her body.

The ground of the Tie family is high in the north and low in the south, and there is a ceramic pipe in the southernmost corner that leads to the gutter.

As a result, the rain mixed with red blood quickly flowed into the gutter, and it wasn't long before the corpse had no more blood to continue flowing.

Tie Xinyuan saw Lao Huang sitting on the big basket of the fox on weekdays and going down the city wall.

kicked away the laughing servant, touched his chin and laughed around the dead maiden, how could he not feel drunk in the most difficult days.

The official was kicked away, if it was on weekdays, he was kicked by Lao Huang, a five-grade official, and he was kicked away, today he and a group of soldiers finally got a great achievement, but he was snatched away by Lao Huang, how can he be willing?

"General Huang, this snitch was caught by us, and please return the prisoner to us, so that the little one can pay the order to the Fuzun, you have been ordered by the board yesterday, you will not watch our group of people continue to be beaten by the board, right?"

Lao Huang reached out and picked up the dead girl's head, looked at it for a long time, and said to himself: "What a pity." ”

Then he looked back at the official and spit out a word in his mouth - "Get out!" ”

The soldier with the whip marks on his face was furious, and he was about to rush forward with his long knife, but he was hugged by the official and pointed to the eight-bull crossbow that was eyeing the city and said: "Brother, bear with me, we can't fight them, this is their territory." ”

Tie Xinyuan walked out of the house with the fox in his arms, first looked at the widow who was nailed to the ground, and then said to the servant: "As far as I know. There should be a lot of such widow snitches, and they have always liked to appear in groups.

If you can find one here, there should be another nearby, and I think you must have a good chance of finding it near the gutter. ”

Lao Huang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "How do you know?" ”

Tie Xinyuan sighed and said, "When I went to Sun Yangzheng's store to drink, it was this widow who poured me wine. ”

Seeing that it was useless to say more, the official arched his hand towards Tie Xinyuan and left with his own people angrily, and no one in the Imperial City Street could compete with the Imperial City guards. He still knows this truth.

Tie Xinyuan looked at the rotten gate and said to Lao Huang: "This is going to repair the gate, my mother will see it." ”

Lao Huang laughed and said: "You are very bold, but you are afraid of your own mother, hahaha, this is also an anomaly, on weekdays, I see you being chased and beaten by my mother, the old man always feels weird in his heart, you seem to be enjoying that kind of beating, don't you?"

A lot of times you feel like you're just itching your own skin, and you're looking for a beating. ”

Tie Xinyuan put down the fox. began to clean up the rotten wood in the yard, and said casually: "I'm entertaining my relatives in colorful clothes, my mother is in a bad mood, and she will be in a better mood if she beats me." Anyway, it can't be broken, what's the difference? ”

Lao Huang pulled out the crossbow spear with the widow from the ground and put it on his shoulder and laughed: "Okay, good, if Lao Tzu has a son like you." Ten years less is enough. ”

"As soon as I was born, my father died."

Lao Huang patted his forehead and said: "It's not a loss to exchange fifty years for the wealth of future generations, your father has that life." I don't have Lao Huang, so let's make up for it with a little credit. ”

Lao Huang first dragged the corpse up the city wall, and then climbed up the city wall with a rope, and after a while, the city wall was bustling and bustling like the New Year.

Tie Xinyuan's mood is not as good as theirs, and her mother will be sad and sad without the chastity plaque, which is her spiritual pillar and pride, and she must be re-made no matter what.

I heard that there are a lot of things in the government, and as long as there is a woman who swears to keep the festival, the government will send her one.

Tie Xinyuan didn't expect that there were seven or eight identical plaques in Baozheng's house.

Bao Zheng, who came in a hurry, heard what was happening here, and without saying a word, he asked his nephew to go home and hurry up against a plaque, and by the way, he summoned the carpenter to repair the gate.

There are many people to do things, even in the heavy rain, the plaque and gate of the Tie family have been repaired in the shortest time, except that the gate has become a little new, there is almost no difference from before.

It doesn't matter, my mother looks at the plaque every day and never pays attention to what the gate has become.

After smearing some smoke and dust on the gate and making the gate old, Tie Xinyuan went back to his house to continue his studies with satisfaction.

He didn't see it, but on the northwest corner of the city wall, a naked female corpse was carried by Lao Huang and hung in the pouring rain by Lao Huang and them.

According to the "Song Criminal Code", this is the most standard way to deal with female prisoners who have committed the most heinous crimes.

Tie Xinyuan opened the text sent by his uncle, and his head was bigger than three times.

Ouyang Xiu, this guy doesn't know that the medicine is wrong, and everyone must start learning the writing of Kumon again.

The gorgeous Kumon writing method that he had practiced hard for two years was rejected by him, saying that he was farting throughout, and there was no taste yet.

Tie Xinyuan is not the only one who puts this kind of tasteless fart, Quan Taixue writes official documents like this, who knows that it is worthless to be said by Ouyang Xiu and Yin Zhu.

also criticized the "Dai Zhongshu Xie Han Shi Giving the Imperial Feast" written by Yang Yi, the waiter.

said such a polite word of thanks to the emperor for the feast of the Cold Food Festival.

The cumbersomeness written by Yang Yi, piled up rhetoric, extremely beautiful, flashy but substantial.

It is said that in the text, "fire forbids and cultivates, so as to comply with the season; The banquet is private, and the song is Yu Tianci.

Hengmen provides the account with light, and the vegetarian meal is afraid.

His Majesty the Emperor asked for reason, arrested Jun'en, and deserved to be out of Mu Zhichen......"

What a good article, but Yoon Su, who had a foul mouth, said that it was a fart throughout, and the most intolerable thing for him was that such an empty and tasteless fart was put on the emperor to smell.

It's really unbearable!

The Great Song Dynasty ended the division and division of the five dynasties in the late Tang Dynasty, just as Taizu Zhao Kuangyin said in "Song of the First Moon": "A round of heaven and earth in an instant, driving away the stars and the waning moon." ”

The peaceful and prosperous era has come, everyone naturally wants to whitewash the peace, and if you want to whitewash the peace, poetry and poetry are naturally the best means.

A rich word, a Taiping song should be the biggest favorite of the royal family.

Ouyang Xiu's group believes that advocating poetry is harmful. In this way, the poet will automatically inherit the atmosphere of the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, and finally form a Xikun style represented by Yang Yi with gorgeous words and empty content.

Tie Xinyuan scratched his head, isn't it good for everyone to make the official documents full of flowers?

It's a good thing to listen to something as a song, so why do you have to change it?

In the future, when you open the official documents, the whole article will be naked conspiracies and interests, and such articles will be too hurtful to read.

Just when Tie Xinyuan was in a hurry, an old woman wearing a hundred clothes suddenly stood up in a pile of rubble randomly piled up in the corner of someone else's house.

She walked slowly in front of Tie Xinyuan's house with her body bent.

At this time, the heavy rain gradually became lighter, she held a bamboo pole and didn't know what to say in her mouth, and the raindrops falling on her body made her seem even more lonely and desperate.

No one could see the pain she hid under the hat, and no one could see the cold light in her eyes.

The thick hatred passed through the newly built gate of the Tie family, so that the fox who slept well stood up suddenly, and after sniffing around suspiciously, he still lay on Tie Xinyuan's feet for a long time, and continued to sleep.

Because of the heavy rain, the water in the gutter became very turbulent, and the old woman, who had just begged for a cooking cake, slowly walked to the side of the gutter, as if she wanted to sit under the tree and rest for a while, and then go to find new food after eating the cooking cake in her hand.

The grass became so slippery after being stained with rain that one of the old woman's feet happened to step on a clump of grass, and her body stumbled and fell into the gutter where the water was rushing fast......

The people of Tokyo who saw this scene just sighed and did not come to the rescue. For that old woman, dying is not necessarily a bad thing!

Tokyo's Fukuda-in Temple, which specializes in widowhood, is just a name, and I have never heard of a widowed old man who can live in it and live his old age.

The raging water washed away the covering on the old woman's face, revealing a delicate face on the water, staring coldly at every view of Tokyo that she saw. (To be continued.) )