[Yesterday's break is a well-known reason, I hope you can understand. The two arrears will be made up today and tomorrow,]

Wang Anshi's mind was dizzy, although he was wearing crystal glasses, a letterhead in his hand seemed to have a layer of fog in the middle, and he couldn't see it clearly.

The two eyes behind the lenses stared at the letterhead that seemed to be shaking, and finally read the letter sent back by his son-in-law Han Gang word by word. I just didn't look at the two lines, but a hand reached over and snatched the letter from it.

Wu snorted and sat down on the edge of the bed, and stuffed the medicinal soup he personally brought into Wang Anshi's hand with a straight face: "I'm sick like this, why don't you want to rest?!" ”

Wang Anshi was also a little helpless, it was indeed time to rest. But he couldn't fall asleep lying down, so he sat up again and found Han Gang's letter to read.

Although it was only a little more than half a year after the recovery of Jiaozhou, the rule of the Great Song Dynasty in the local area had been completely stabilized.

This can be said to be another manifestation of Han Gang's talent in governance, although some of the methods are debatable, but they are all for the sake of national affairs, and the Son of Heaven is also very appreciative.

Moreover, Han Gang's actions are worth learning from a lot, and Wang Anshi has read every letter he sent back many times.

It's just that the latest letter was held in the hand of the Wu family of the Hun family angrily, and Wang Anshi could only smile helplessly: "This is Yukun's letter, talking about Jiaozhou." ”

"The resignation list is all on, what kind of heart do you still have?!" Wu Shi pointed to the medicine bowl and urged, "Don't drink it while it's hot, it's cold, and the medicine will be gone." ”

"It's only the second one, and it will take two months to go back and forth."

Wang Anshi divided the bitter medicinal soup into several sips and drank it, and handed the empty bowl to Wu. Wu changed his hand and handed it to the maid standing aside, handed the handkerchief to her husband to wipe his mouth, and asked with surprise, "Do you still want to stay in the capital?" ”

Wang Anshi shook his head and sighed: "Yukun should return to Beijing for Hajj at the end of the year, and he has two months, just enough to arrange his affairs before leaving Beijing." The matter of Jiaozhou is over, and it is time to transfer Yukun to come back. has made such a great contribution, and it is unreasonable to let him stay in Lingnan. ”

Since the beginning of winter, Wang Anshi has begun to ask for resignation, and the resignation table has reached the second letter. Although the Son of Heaven rejected it, the third letter had already been drafted.

However, the old illness in the excerpt was an excuse, but today's sudden change in the weather really made him say it.

The early winter in Kaifeng City was not too cold, but this year's weather was a little weird.

The first two days were still as warm as a small spring, and the silk jacket that should have been on the body in the past year was still basking in the sun, and there were even a few flowers and trees in the back garden that were out of season, and they opened in early winter. But in the blink of an eye, the cold wind was howling, and the north wind smashed into the city of Tokyo with ice and snow on the head and face.

The temperature dropped so quickly that it was the middle of winter in the blink of an eye, which caught people off guard. It is still a trivial matter that the flowers and trees in the chaotic season withered overnight, and the city of Tokyo sent more than 70 nameless corpses to the incarnation field in the west of the city in one day, plus more than 200 people who died on the road with the master, this is the trouble that makes the prefect of Kaifeng a headache.

At the same time, the rapid temperature change also brought about a large-scale cold and flu, as well as the chronic diseases and new diseases caused by the temperature change, many old people and young children who were physically weak did not survive, and the doctors and monks in Kaifeng Mansion began to live a painful and happy life.

Wang Yi had just discussed with Su Xin, Zhou Nan, and Yun Niang how to take care of their son and daughter in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, so as not to get sick. There are six children in the family, the eldest is only five years old, and the younger one is less than a year old, which is the most worrying season.

Living in the Prime Minister's Mansion, every morning and dusk is indispensable, and after Wang Anshi fell ill, Wang Yi had to take care of his filial piety. When she went to greet her parents' room, she saw the king come out of her parents' room.

Seeing Wang Yi, the footsteps next to Wang Yi stopped, "It's the second sister." ”

"Second brother." Wang Yi asked towards the room. "How's Daddy?"

"It's okay," the king nodded, "I took the medicine too, and I just fell asleep." ”

"That's good!" Wang Yi put his mind at ease, this weather is very threatening to older people, it is easy to have an accident such as stroke and lung disease, Wang Anshi is just a small cold and fever, which is considered good luck.

The king didn't think 'that' good,' for there were sick people everywhere in the city, and the doctors were so busy that he didn't have any spare time.

"The weather is not right this year. In the past two days, three out of ten people in the city have reported illness. Wang Bi still remembers how many vacancies there are in the yamen today, but it happened to be the busiest month at the end of the month, and he piled up a bunch of errands in his hands, and it took a hard day to solve some of them.

"Then you have to be careful. Second brother, don't lie down together and ask someone to seek medical advice."

"There will be no serious illness, nothing to be afraid of, but I can rest for a while." Wang was full of indifference, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Zhang Hengqu is really dying." Originally, when the medicine was delivered a few days ago, his condition was still a little better. But as soon as the weather cooled down, his condition got worse day by day. When Liu Yizheng came to the house yesterday to consult his father, he also talked about Yukun's mentor in passing, saying that if it was spring, it would be fine. ”

In the spring, it won't be a big deal...... Wang Yi's complexion turned slightly pale, how could she not know that this was a doctor's refuge, but in fact, the original intention was to say that Zhang Zai basically couldn't survive the winter.

"Second brother." She hurriedly shouted.

"I know the way, I know the way." Wang Bei nodded busily in understanding, "I'll go to visit the patient tomorrow." ”

Han Gang is not in the capital, Wang Yi must be inconvenient for his husband to come to greet him, so he can only be entrusted to Wang Bei.

Wang Pan had already visited Zhang Zai once two days ago. After coming back, as soon as Zhang Zai's illness was announced, Wang Yi wrote a letter to inform her husband who was far away in Guangxi.

Now the world-famous Hengqu Zhang Zai, his lung disease has been grinding for ten years. Han Gang originally suggested that he find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to retire, so that when he was lucky, he could delay it for more than ten years, but he wanted to stay in the capital to preach the scriptures, and his life was shortened.

Wang Bi didn't know whether to sigh, or to sigh and admire. Zhang Zai didn't even want his life in order to preach Guan Xue, but Wang asked himself if he couldn't do this. In today's world, there are few people like Zhang Zai who can resolutely disregard his life and devote all the remaining time to the pursuit of his career.

Wang Bi shook his head, although he couldn't do it, it didn't affect his respect and admiration for Zhang Zai's behavior.

The next day, Wang came to Zhang Zai's mansion with some selected and excellent medicinal herbs. Spacious courtyard, exquisite house, this is the house that Han Gang and several students paid for Zhang Zai's rent. The location is not bad, the environment is good, and this house can be rented from Kaifeng Fuzhong, and Han Gang's face and Zhang Zai's reputation account for most of it.

In Zhang Zai's home outside the state bridge, people from Shilin came in and out. The outer courtyard is full of people, and basically they have listened to Zhang Zai's many lectures, and they are the students he received in the capital. In the inner courtyard, there were more than a dozen disciples who had entered the hall waiting. In addition, there are many officials who admire his prestige and learning, and hundreds or thousands of them have come to visit him one after another these days.

In the past two years, there has been no Confucian in the Guozi Prison, but Zhang Zai is prestigious, and he has many disciples in Beijing. Although he had positions in both the Chongbunkan and the Taijo Rite Temple, the place where he devoted his daily energy and time was still lecturing. The preaching of the scriptures with Guan Xue as the main body also includes the knowledge summarized by Han Gang in the knowledge of things.

From the eighth year of Xining to the tenth year of Xining, in more than two years, Zhang Zai taught thousands of disciples in Beijing, and Guan Xueyi's exposition of Jingyi Avenue has gradually penetrated into the hearts of the people.

Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations.

These four sentences are the fundamental scriptures of Guan Xue, and even ordinary people in the capital can say one or two. And the Son of Heaven is said to have appreciated these four sentences very much, and even wrote them down on the plain screen of the Jiying Hall himself.

Wang Bei brought the gift of visiting the sick for the people of the Zhang family to accept and went in to visit. Zhang Zai is almost on the verge of death, his wife and children are all by his side, and his proud protégé is guarding him.

Zhang Zai preached and taught, spent decades and taught thousands of disciples, but he didn't really value much, only a dozen or so. Although the number of people is small, it is enough to pass on the mantle. Proud protégés like Lu Dazhong, Su Yu, and Lu Dalin stayed by his side.

Under the torture of illness, Zhang Zai has lost his weight, his face is flushed by the disease, his throat is hissing when he breathes, and even many times he feels as if he can't even speak, he can't breathe at all, as if he is drowning.

Lu Dalin looked at the teacher who was struggling to breathe, turned around sadly, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

At the last moment, Zhang Zai's consciousness became more and more sober, and the experiences of his life flashed in front of him one by one.

When he was a child, he went out of Shu with his mother to help his deceased father's coffin, and returned to Kaifeng Township because he had no money. Since then, he has been closely associated with Hengqu and Guanzhong. Reading and studying, marrying a wife and having children, he was encouraged by Fan Zhongyan, and since then he has studied the road of Jingyi, was admitted to the Jinshi, and returned to Guanzhong to lecture, until now, protégés are all over the world.

Looking back on this life, I didn't waste it, and I can also go to see Fan Wenzheng.

Open your eyes and look into the room.

"Uncle Jin, Ji Ming, and Uncle ......" Zhang Zai called his closest disciples in the room one by one. Lu Dazhong and the others immediately stepped forward.

"It's almost time." Zhang Zai whispered,

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and a few couldn't help but cry.

"'Save, I will do things; No, I'd rather do it. Remember this saying, life and death are constant, and don't be a child. Zhang Zai struggled to sit up, and someone quickly helped him up.

"I'm going to shower and change my clothes." Zhang Zai was not chaotic at the end of his life, and still adhered to the etiquette of Confucianism.

The room was immediately busy. Zhang Zai looked at the window facing south, and couldn't meet with his proud disciple at the last moment, Zhang Zai was a little regretful. If it is said that in the future, Han Gang will be one of the disciples who can Guangda Guanxue's lintel.

"It's a pity that Yukun isn't here." He whispered.