In the city near the lake to the west of Yucheng, the old leader who died has not yet been buried. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's not to wait for anyone, it's not because of the habit of being buried after seven days after the arrival of Buddhism, it's just a custom of this era.

The custom stems from the fact that medicine in this era is not developed enough, so no one knows whether people are dead or not, sometimes it may be that the breath is weak and looks like it is dead, but it may not be impossible to suddenly recover after three or two days.

Therefore, even on such a hot day, it is still placed in a shady room, and there are slaves who are responsible for driving away flies and insects. At this time, there was already a stench, and the body began to swell, but the slaves were resigned, at least there was no possibility that they would be buried.

In a room not far away, there was a woman, one of the women of the old chief.

The woman will be buried soon, on the grounds that she will take better care of the old chief, but she does not want to die, and may want to see the child in Yucheng again.

At this time, not many people were willing to take the initiative to be buried, and this was not a good reputation that could be praised by tens of thousands of people, and no one had systematically summarized a set of morals that martyrdom was beautiful.

The woman didn't want to die, but she didn't cry, but tore her clothes with a little light from the outside, and wanted to write something for the child who couldn't see her again.

She knew that her son could write, and although she didn't know what it was, she knew that there were only a few people in the whole city, and her son was one of them, which was something that made her mother very proud.

She also knew that since the child went to Yucheng, since the leader of that city, Ji Xia, returned from Dongyi, the old leader talked about the child more and more often.

After thinking about it for a long time, although I can't write, I can draw something. She thought that since it was her own child, she could always understand it, and at least she had to leave something behind, so that the child would not forget herself.

So he bit his finger and drew a round dumpling on the torn shirt with a trace of blood. This is a very novel food, when the child came back last year, he got himself some to eat, it tasted very good, he ate a lot of it, and learned the name of this thing.

She likes this kind of food very much, in addition to being delicious, but also because her child's name is Ling, and it was the season to pick water chestnuts when she was born, and this dumpling looks like water chestnuts, so it is unforgettable.

It was also at that time that she found that her children had changed a lot, grown up a lot, and were really different from before. I said a lot of things that I didn't understand, and although I didn't understand them, I heard the joy and ambition in them, and when I talked about the possible fiefdom in the future, I would leave here with some people and so on.

It's just that the time together is too short, and even the slaves left behind can make this kind of food, but after all, they lack the warmth of mother and son eating together.

It's just that there is a lot of blood, and the dumplings drawn here are a little out of shape. She forgot about the fate of being buried, and thought to herself that this dumpling was not very good-looking, a little like a steamed bun. Thinking about it, she was a little annoyed that her painting was ugly, in fact, she wanted to paint the child when she was a child and took him to pick water chestnuts, and the child almost drowned when he was playful, but she hated that she couldn't draw it.

When I was remorseful, there was a sudden sound of chaos outside, and then a crying "Mom" made her hold back the tears that did not fall instantly, and her heart was like being pierced by a copper awl from Yucheng, as a mother subconsciously responded, but found that she wanted to scream hard but there was no sound, only a hoarse whine.

The commotion outside grew louder and louder, mixed with some swearing, and the woman stood up and clung to the wall with her hands, and pressed her eyes to a crack to look out, but she could see nothing but hear some sounds.

"What do you want to do?"

"Why are you locking up my mother?"

"Because my father is gone, he needs someone to take care of him. Don't you, a son, want your father to take care of you? Why, after studying with Ji Xia for a few years, do you want to go against the city? ”

The woman heard the voice outside, it was her own child, and the other was the child's brother, but it was not her.

She wanted to see, to see the child's angry expression for herself at this time, and wanted to always remember that even if she died, there was something to recall, because that anger was because she was imprisoned and wanted to be buried.

She also wanted to hear her son's voice, but in the distance there was the sound of horses' hooves, as if thousands of people were running, and the earth was rumbling.

The son seemed to say something again, but was muffled by the abominable sound of the horse's hooves, and though she liked the horse, and liked the fact that she had taken her to sit on the horse's side when he had returned last year, she had masked her son's voice, and she had changed from love to disgust.

Suddenly, a sharp pottery whistle sounded, and the sound of horses' hooves soon stopped, and it was finally quiet outside. She leaned her eyes to look, but could only see a horse, immediately with the same leather saddle she had ever seen, but with something she had not seen before, hanging down the side of the horse's belly, with a man's foot on it.

"Ji Xia, why are you here?"

A voice came, and the woman pouted, it was the voice of her man's eldest son, the voice of the man who was going to bury herself.

Of course, this hatred will not be expressed by pouting, and the reason she pouts is only because she hears a name, not a name she likes very much.

It is said that after his children followed this Ji Xia to study in Yucheng, they changed a lot, and most of them changed to a better place.

But when I came back last year, I always mentioned this so-called gentleman, which made the mother inevitably have an inexplicable strange jealousy, and I didn't even feel it. Although the child is still very good to herself, it seems that there is someone who is higher in the child's heart, which makes her very unhappy.

And after that return, her child Ling told herself that her husband had given herself a word, which was very difficult for her, but this anger was even worse - this so-called gentleman robbed him of what he should do as a mother, why did he choose what words for his son?

With this strange emotion, after pursing her lips, she finally heard the person's voice, she thought to herself that this person was not very old, but she just said that her husband was really a strange person.

"I heard that your father had died, and I hurried to pay my respects. Alas, as soon as my father left, why are you brothers red-faced? Is this what brothers should do? Ryo, how should it be between brothers? Didn't I teach you? ”

"Friendship and harmony. Mr. Ling's teachings dare not be forgotten. ”

"What if we don't get along?"

"Beat the palm of the hand, punish the virtue of a gentleman."

"Reach out!"

The woman struggled to look outward, and saw the man on the horse in front of her take out a long piece of wood from the saddlebag, and at a glance she knew that the fight was very painful, and the woman could not help but shout: "Why hit my son!" ”

"Mom! You don't care! ”

When the woman heard this, she was even more annoyed, and she forgot that she might be buried, and couldn't help but scold: "Hey, Ji Xia, are your ears deaf?" Is it just my son who quarrels with his brother? Why not hit them? ”

"No one has ever taught brothers how to get along, and that's certainly not wrong. Besides, I'm Mr. Ling, not Mr. the two of them. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of crackling and hitting the palms of her hands came out, and at this time, the woman heard that many people from the city had gathered outside, as if they were watching the excitement. The woman was even more irritable, feeling that her son had lost such a person in front of everyone, and she was afraid that it would be more difficult to gain a foothold in the city in the future.

There were more and more people watching the excitement, and the women saw many feet through the legs of the horses, and this neighborhood was the center of the city.

The palms of the hands continued to beat, and it sounded like they were already swollen, and every time they hit the woman's heart, it beat with it.

But the beating was not over, and after the beating, the woman heard the nasty voice and asked, "Do you remember the gentleman's virtue that you learned in the academy?" Recite it again! ”

"Ling dare not forget ......"

As if it had been rehearsed a long time ago, the various requirements for choosing a leader were recited one by one that sounded almost perfect and met the moral requirements of the time, and the voice became louder and louder.

This is not a current compilation, as early as when those children came to the school, Chen Jian packaged the various virtues needed by the aristocracy to rule the commoners, and systematically proposed virtue and art. This is more in line with the habits of the slave era, after all, not every city can use the method of Xia Cheng, and if it is used directly, it will cause chaos, so it is better to use the method that is more in line with this era.

That was the first lesson that Chen Jian taught them, so those noble sons remembered very clearly that everything in it was within this era, and if one person could really do it, it would be more than enough to be the leader of a city, and the clansmen would definitely agree.

Through a wall, the woman could hear clearly, the dissatisfaction in her heart gradually disappeared, and she vaguely seemed to understand something.

And as the virtues that should be observed were spoken out loud, the chatter of the people of the cities outside gradually became louder, sometimes mixed with a burst of praise and praise.

From fairness to mercy, from filial piety to introspection...... One by one is like the mold of the leader that many people fantasize about, and if anyone can do all this, then the city will definitely get better and better.

Jian Chen knew very well that expecting the chiefs and nobles to do all this was just an illusion, but the people in the rest of the city preferred to believe in these better-sounding things than the bloody facts and the blank paper indoctrination of Xia Cheng from scratch.

Ling didn't dare to forget all this, and Ling would reflect on whether he had done it every ten years off. It's just that...... Just sir...... Shouldn't my brother be anxious to bury my mother as a son? If the son is the son of the father, is he not the son of the mother? ”

As soon as he finished saying this, some of the clansmen of the nearby city said, "That's right. Ji Xia, you shouldn't be punished, what's wrong with doing this? ”

"That's right."

"Whose mother is going to be martyred?"

"If those gentlemen's virtues can do it, do they have to be punished for this kind of mistake? Who can not make mistakes? ”