In Ying'en Temple, lights are everywhere, and the busy crowd is full of smiles. Because the most important festival of our Han people, the Spring Festival is coming. No matter where you are or what situation you are in, the Spring Festival is a festive day, which is the culture and feelings of our nation.

A month ago, everyone fled from their hometown because of hunger and military disaster. It was a time of panic, people were dying every day, and everyone was filled with despair. Nowadays, in this splendid, magnificent and majestic Ying'en Temple, at least everyone can eat and wear cotton clothes to keep warm. There are no murderous arrogues here, no fierce tax collectors. There are even many people who don't want to go back to their hometowns, especially those who have lost their relatives on the way to escape.

The bell tower in the temple stands in the center of the Tianwang Palace, which is the tallest building of Ying'en Temple, and looks north and faces south, and the whole bell tower is bathed in sunlight. Zhu Yousong sat at the top, which had been requisitioned by him as a temporary office space. Looking at the busy crowd downstairs, Zhu Yousong was full of pride, these people were all saved by me? In my previous life, when I watched Schindler's list, I was still moved to tears, but I didn't expect that one day, I would be able to accomplish such a feat.

Shen Muhong walked to the railing, looked at the crowd below, stroked his beard, and showed a sincere smile on his face. "Shizi, there are now 21,038 people in Ying'en Temple, excluding the old, weak, sick, disabled and young, there are more than 15,000 young and strong."

"Oh? Why is the proportion so high? Zhu Yousong was a little surprised, he has always contributed money and effort in Ying'en Temple, and he was the shopkeeper, but today was the first time he heard Shen Muhong report to him.

Shen Muhong sighed lightly, "On the way to escape, there are a lot of deaths for the old and the young, and it is easier for the young and strong to survive." ”

Zhu Yousong was also a little moved, remembering that in his previous life, when he saw that in 1942, the Yellow River in Henan Province burst its embankment, and the people fleeing were miserable, and his heart was a little blocked.

Shen Muhong noticed it, and hurriedly said: "Fortunately, the son of the world did this great goodness to save the lives of these tens of thousands of people." After a pause, he continued: "It's just that the second king of Shaanxi rebelled, and I heard that the imperial court was defeated in Luochuan again, and I don't know if we can return to our hometown next year." ”

Zhu Yousong secretly said in his heart, I don't know if they can return to their hometown, and you and I will definitely not let you go back. Afraid that Shen Muhong would arouse homesickness, Zhu Yousong hurriedly diverted the topic: "These people, staying in Luoyang, don't all rely on me to raise them, and there are many people who have a skill." You've set up a medical hall in the meditation hall, and it's good to gather the Langzhong, but it's not enough. Look at these people, some of them used to be blacksmiths, carpenters, leathermen, bricklayers, and they couldn't all go to the king's house and work hard. Find them all and make the best use of them. ”

The status of craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty was low, and Shen Muhong, as a scholar, did not attach much importance to them. After all, the emperor's persuasion songs teach children that "everything is inferior, but reading is high." But he didn't refute it, just nodded, and after a month of getting along, Shen Muhong found that this little prince didn't know anything about some things, but some things he didn't learn and often had subtle insights.

Zhu Yousong continued: "There are also children in the temple, don't squat in the drum tower every day to learn the Four Books and Five Classics, take them around the halls, what they are interested in, stay there to learn something, and help them." Shen Muhong just nodded yes, Zhu Yousong was still thinking about his previous life, but he knew that the army suffered from the plague at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and the number of people who died was no less than that of the war.

"These people have left their hometowns this year, and this Spring Festival is only going to be spent in this Ying'en Temple."

Shen Muhong was deeply touched and sighed: "Yes, except for those who have relatives and clans near Luoyang, who rushed to join their relatives, everyone else has passed here, after all, they may starve to death when they return to their hometowns." ”

Zhu Yousong hurriedly greeted the guards at the door, passed the word, set up tables and chairs at the gate of the mountain, and registered that anyone who went to their relatives for the New Year could receive a small amount of coiling.

The little soldiers received the order, went downstairs and scattered to inform, and there were cheers among the people, and they didn't know who got their heads, and they all bowed in the direction of the bell tower. Zhu Yousong sighed that these people can actually be satisfied easily, but there are too many people who want to attach themselves to them and suck the marrow and devour blood.

Zhu Yousong sighed, collected his thoughts, and said: "Mr. Shen, you work hard, take everyone to prepare some wine and meat, tomorrow night we will kill pigs and sheep in the martial arts training ground, this year I have spent this year with the people in Ying'en Temple!" ”

In front of the monk's house in the back mountain, Zhang Hao was feeding the horses.

The three children of Ugly, Xiaonan, and Dumb surrounded him.

"I've never seen such a beautiful horse." Ah Chou looked at the red horse with bright eyes, this is Zhu Yousong's mount, an authentic Arabian horse. The head shape is unique and the tail is high. "The horse ridden by our richest master Lou in Yongning County is like a donkey compared to it."

The horse, which was eating forage from Zhang Hao's hand, seemed to understand that the young man compared it with the bad horses in the township, stood up proudly, and neighed.

Zhang Hao laughed dumbly, stroked the horse head and scolded with a smile: "You are still competing." The horse immediately dropped its hooves and rubbed Zhang Hao affectionately, leaving the three teenagers stunned and drooling.

The fat man Xiao Nan put on a flattering smile and asked, "Brother Zhang Hao, do you think we can also ride such a majestic horse?" ”

Zhang Hao was notoriously taciturn in the palace, but he was very close to these orphans, and said with a smile: "Why can't you?" In the past, Wei Qing of the Han Dynasty was a domestic slave in the princess's mansion when he was a teenager, feeding the princess horses. Later, it was not a horse and whip and made a great contribution. As long as you have ambition and are not afraid of hardship, who dares to say that you will not have the opportunity to become a big hero like Wei Qing in the future. ”

The slug, as the name suggests, dragged a long snot and asked blankly, "But we are not the princess's grooms." ”

Before Anan fled, his family was considered a wealthy local family, and he went to a private school when he was a child. touched Dumb's head and said, "Brother Zhang Hao, you are the groom of the palace, and Wei Qing is the princess's groom." In the future, you will be a general, and all three of us will be your right-hand men. Wei Qing helped the princess fight the Huns, and we helped the little prince fight the Tartars, and we all rode such good horses. ”

Zhang Hao smiled and said: "That relationship is good, then I will be Wei Qing, you are all Huo Quai, let's also seal the wolf Juxu, Le Ma Yanran!" ”

Ah Chou, who was staring at the horse and refused to look away for a second, muttered after listening: "Huo Quai? The champion Hou Twenty-Four died, our brothers still live a long life, I can really ride this kind of horse, I am reluctant to die. ”

Several children are childlike, the speaker is unintentional, and the speaker is intentional. Zhang Hao looked up at the cloudless blue sky, and there was a sense of pride in his heart, Wei Qing didn't expect a day when he was a slave!

How can there be a teenager who has never dreamed of being a hero!