Guo Wei knew that this monk had no face to ask for his golden pestle again, but if he took it back to the treasury at this time, he would inevitably look shabby and stingy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This young man who plays chess with you is called Cheng Kuiyuan, and everyone praises him, saying that he has the talent to descend into the world." Guo Wei smiled and said, "He used the rules that three-year-old children know, but he killed the master of your country, you say, who should this golden pestle belong to?" ”

The Oriental monk originally heard that Guo Shumi's family had this treasure, and knew that he was good at playing, so he begged for this gambling game to earn this vajra. At this time, he knew that the matter was no longer a joke, so he had to put together a salute and said: "The little monk thinks that the vajra should be given to this little boy." ”

Guo Wei nodded and beckoned someone to bring the treasure over.

Cheng Yuan looked closely, the surface of the treasure pestle was faintly black and rusty, and the two Buddha carvings in the middle had a gentle expression and an angry expression, and the style was not the same as the vajra he had seen before. He knew that there were few such things in Tibet at this time, so this treasure pestle was a treasure of ancient India, no wonder the monk coveted it.

Guo Wei not only appeared in person, but also Guo Rong, the father and son not only met him together, Guo Wei also gave himself a chance to shake on the chessboard, plus a shocking gift. Of course, Cheng Yuan can confirm it with certainty at this time: the privy envoy has absolutely no ill will towards him.

In this case, although he felt ashamed to accept such a treasure, he still accepted it calmly after a little humbleness, otherwise he would seem to be uninteresting and too childish.

"Cheng Xiaogongzi, when the little monk returns to Japan, he will definitely explain this matter to Guan Bai, and let them change the method of calculating the closing of the Middle-earth game."

Cheng Kuiyuan respectfully returned the salute: "The master is modest, if you see His Royal Highness Gen Boya (the royal family of the Heian period, a Go master and a master of Yale, about thirty years old in the first year of Qianyou), you must ask him to find out if there is a person named Zuo Wei in the Fujiwara clan, and tell him not to be too petty, just be happy......

"Ou loss, the little monk remembers." The monk listened to the second monk, but still agreed, and the "ok" was more standard.

So Zhao Kuangyin was ordered to take the Dongying monk to the garden to enjoy the flowers, and only Guo's father and son and Chengyuan were left in the second hall of Guo's mansion.

Guo Wei sat on a chair in the center of the room, and Guo Rong was on the side, and did not sit down.

Of course, Cheng Yuan didn't dare to sit down, just now when the chessboard players were talking, everyone was so casual, and even the host gave his seat to Cheng Yuan, but after the game, the room returned to a solemn atmosphere, this atmosphere made Cheng Yuan, who had a slightly floating personality, couldn't help but be solemn, and he made a deep gesture:

"Late life Kuiyuan, at this time, I officially visited Guo Shu's envoy, General Guo Jianwei."

"Raise your head."

Guo Wei himself raised his head slightly, and his momentum obviously overwhelmed the so-called "Kui Xing" in front of him, perhaps this was also intentional.

Guo Rong next to him was silent, obviously he would only listen to this meeting, and would never intervene in his father's mouth......

"Cheng Kuiyuan, I heard you Dengzhou Liu Shuai say that you are not from Middle-earth, you were born in tens of thousands of miles of foreign land, but right?"

How to answer this question Cheng Yuan thought about it countless times, and he sighed slightly at this time: "It is neither the Western Regions, nor the Eastern Territory, nor the Heavenly Palace, nor Hell, it is really a more unattainable place. ”

Guo Wei then asked, "Oh? What kind of place is that? ”

"In that world, the world is not a family world, everyone has to live a rare life, and most people only work for four or five hours a day to have enough food and clothing."

"Haha......" Guo Wei couldn't help laughing twice, "Such a place, what kind of place is it?" Isn't that a paradise? ”

Cheng Yuan's face was serious, and he seemed extremely sincere: "There is no permanent paradise in the world, and the place where I come is no exception!" In that place, there are also countless people who worry every day, but they are afraid that they will suddenly collapse without waiting for a day. ”

Guo Wei's expression was slightly displeased. went around for a long time, not only did he not ask the true origin of the other party, but even according to the meaning of Chengyuan's words, whether this person was a human or a ghost, an immortal or a demon did not completely understand.

"I read your provincial test strategy the day before yesterday," Guo Wei stretched out his left hand and motioned to his son, and Guo Rong hurriedly presented a square box respectfully.

Guo Wei opened the box, and Cheng Yuan recognized the pieces of paper at a glance. remembered that Cao Zheng swung his sword at himself when he was angry a few days ago, and his heart suddenly became a little nervous

Guo Wei glanced at him: "Do you know how many changes these articles have added to how many people?" ”

Chengyuan nodded, and remembered Wang Pu's warning to him at the beginning: "Today's big words, when he returns from his fate, it will be too late to think about it", and remembered the peony poem that Wang Pu gave him, and couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh:

"Although I regret not being at the beginning, this article is indeed sincere."

"Humph! You said that if the imperial court wants to calm the northern trouble, it must not only restore the clouds," Guo Wei suddenly paused, turned his head to look at Guo Rong beside him, and sure enough, he saw his son's eyes light up. Guo Wei knows that the determination to make a song in the north, or first the north and then the south, has always been a topic of interest to Guo Rong.

Guo Wei continued: "You said not only to recover the lost land, but also to ask the imperial court to be placed in Hebei sooner or later. ”

Cheng Yuan shook his head slowly, but very hard:

"Not at all!"

Chengyuan remembered the subsequent development of history, which was by no means a short-term or ambiguous prophecy of the warlocks of the rivers and lakes, but a long river of history accumulated over thousands of years: Liao, Jin, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, this is by no means the five generations of decades in the late Tang Dynasty, Liang, Tang, Jin, Han and Zhou, but the five generations of thousands of years composed of hundreds of years of royal qi......

"You said in your strategy: "Pass through the mouth of the capital to lose the river, and look to the north and south to support China", well...... The three canals, Heluo, Hebei, and the southeast are all in full force, so as to support a China, then there is "Dongyue Fengzen capital", Guo Wei closed his eyes, imagining such a real unification, but he opened his eyes again, and said mockingly: "Then you are a visitor from afar, do you really know what Heshuo is?" ”

Of course, Cheng Yuan knew very well in his heart, and he also knew what Guo Wei wanted to use to refute him:

"Cheng Kuiyuan," Guo Wei continued, "A few days ago, there was an urgent report from Northern Xinjiang: Beiyu scorched earth burned the city and abandoned Dingzhou!" Dingzhou has become the territory of Sun Fangjian, a bandit! Since the end of the Tang Dynasty, there have been nearly 20 large-scale breaches of the Yellow River! At the beginning of the year, people in Hebei and Xuzhou starved to death, nearly a thousand! There are also a few years ago that the Huazhou Break, the backflow gathered in Juyeze, known as Shuibo Liangshan......"

Cheng Yuan suddenly opened his hands, closed his eyes with a smile, and then stretched out another finger and swiped it in the air with his index finger...... Guo Wei saw that the kid in front of him drew seemingly beautiful curves......

At this time, in Chengyuan's mind, it is the old road of the lower reaches of the Yellow River that has evolved for thousands of years! It was the topic he was most interested in both when he was in school and after graduation.

"This is the ancient Han way...... This is the Northern Song Dynasty Beiliu ......" he muttered to himself as he painted.

In the first year of Qianyou, only this person named Chengyuan had this only ability: he could draw a map of the diversion trend of the Yellow River for thousands of years!

Cheng Yuan gestured in the void while thinking:

"Even if I die......," Cheng Yuan thought to himself, "Even if I really want to die, as long as I can slowly recall and study the evidence in advance, so as to draw this picture completely, and give it to the young general in front of me, the wise Emperor Sejong, or the one who has just done the inspection of the Son of Heaven, and let them believe me." So how many Chinese lives of the Great Song Dynasty in the 11th century will be saved......"

While thinking about it, he recalled the conversations with Liu Yanseng on the execution ground. I think of those who are struggling with hunger......

At this time, unconsciously, Chengyuan's eyes were slightly moistened......

"If I leave these maps to future generations, the officials and people of China will no longer have to be stupid to go everywhere to block them, they can analyze the distribution of siltation according to these maps, and even try to keep the people from these damn floods."

Guo Rong on the other side saw that the person in front of him was in a state close to madness, but for some reason, he didn't have the emotion of ridicule or contempt, but looked at him with the same ups and downs......

Guo Wei didn't know why, and he also didn't interrupt the young man who was in a frenzy on the other side.

Cheng Yuan let out a long sigh of relief, he opened his eyes and looked at Guo Wei in front of him:

"Guo Shumi, at the beginning of this year, the Yellow River broke in Yuanwu County, is what he said in the evening true?" Chengyuan recalled the record of the first year of Qianyou in the history books.

Guo Wei's heart shook suddenly, the original martial arts decision was rushed to the Privy Council, and he had just opened the fire paint in the morning, how could this person know?

"Seventy years," Cheng Yuan said, "we have about seventy years, and we can take advantage of the temporary calm between the major diversion of the Yellow River to settle the world and stabilize the river!" ”

From the ninth year of Tianfu (944) to the third year of Tianxi (1019) when Huazhou broke again, it was about 70 years, and the Northern Song Dynasty will suffer for the north flow of the Yellow River for a long time.

Chengyuan knew that as long as the Central Plains Dynasty could seize the opportunity and realize those long-term and necessary ideas, then the Beiyu, Jurchen, and Mengyuan would not necessarily be so terrible.

"Seventy years!" Chengyuan repeated it again......

Author's note: If you are interested, you can find the following pictures, from "Overview of Chinese Historical Geography"

1. Diagram of the changes in the lower reaches of the Yellow River from the pre-Qin period to the Eastern Han Dynasty; 2. Diagram of the Yellow River in the Northern Song Dynasty; 3. The southward diversion of the Yellow River in the Jin and Yuan dynasties; There are also the most important four historical maps of the changes in the lower reaches of the Yellow River. After seeing the historical changes of the lower reaches of the Yellow River for thousands of years, you will definitely have a word in your mind: dragon tail swinging.

Volume 1 Closing Speech (this paragraph is about 900 words, not related to the story and should be deducted)

Chengyuan and Guo Shumi's family finally joined forces successfully! Friends, if you insist on reading this, then please accept a deep bow from me, as well as Cheng Yuan, Cao Zheng, Guo and his son, and Wang Pu who appear in the book. Thank you!

When I was writing a novel for the first time, I thought about how to describe the "magical reality" of an era in a few words.

Perhaps the best way to do this is to put two things that are slightly comparable from the same time period in comparison:

Those who kill people and eat people will be recruited by the imperial court to be knighted;

Those who slaughter cattle because of hunger will fall to the ground under the king's law.

This is the absurdity of history, but the reality of incomparably so. Because this is not only a characteristic of a particular period, in fact, the examples under the same logic are always repeated.

I think that everyone's view of history is different, and people's subjectivity has created a lot of fog, but in the same way, subjectivity also constitutes the diversity of the world, and the accounts in the history books are composed of countless subjectivity, but countless subjective colors will form a huge objective like every stroke in an oil painting. The subjectivity of the historian is reflected in the thesis, but it is always veiled. Perhaps, if historians were forced to write a novel by themselves, their subjectivity and endearability would be even more vivid.

Everyone's view of how to write a historical story is also different.

In fact, when I first wrote this article, I originally only had one topic in mind about "accompanying the capital", and then I wanted to write it on a whim to see how it worked. However, when the three chapters of Rainy Night Court Discussion, Cannibalistic Consumption, and Guo Wei were completed, I suddenly felt a great sense of pleasure, these three chapters may not have much effect, but they are the three most enjoyable chapters I have written.

So, this is the story before and after the court meeting. It should be said that although the writing is immature, my basic original intention of historical fiction is also deeply rooted in these three chapters.

By relying on the three chapters 5, 6, and 7, I hope to be as honest as possible with all readers about historical fiction, and at the same time pay tribute to the historical novelist I admire the most. (Of course, I'm not saying "567 is similar to him" or "I'm imitating him", I know that I don't even deserve to imitate him.) ）

Finally, what is it that can support a person to write? The answer is: some people watch, some people expect, even if there are not many people.

Thank you to everyone who has accompanied me and read this far!

There are also non-heavenly wings, timeleaf, nocturnal walking in the day, Tong Jia Ershao, Death Night, theknights, euifu, Baosheng Moon Hairy Spearbird 1942, yoyoyo233, Draw the sword and surprise the four realms and other friends who often encourage me and give me recommendation votes, I know that every ticket you have is full of encouragement to encourage me to continue writing, thank you!

And the all-knowing and all-round cat who gave me a reward of 10,000, you have a more long-term and arduous creative experience, and you are also a senior worthy of my respect, thank you.

I would like to conclude the first volume with the above scattered paragraphs, and at the same time, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the editors of the history group for their recommendation......

The story of the second volume continues tomorrow.