Against the howling cold wind and the snow falling on their shoulders from time to time, the hungry and cold two walked slowly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Cen Hu'er raised her head slightly, looked at the infinite road in the distance, and suddenly had an illusion of "the road is long". He has walked this long road, in fact, he has walked from this road to the direction of Suzhou Mansion many times, he went to Suzhou Mansion to participate in the autumn festival, visit friends, and linger on the Goulan from this road.

It's just that he never thought that the blizzard would make the road so muddy and difficult to navigate, and in his short twenty-three years of life, this was the second time in his life that he had seen snow, and the snow didn't make a good impression on him.

Although there is a poem in Lumeipo, "the plum is white and the snow is white, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum", the plum is appreciated on a snowy day, the green plum is boiled in wine, the plum forest is whispered, and the people and flowers are intertwined, which sounds and thinks very good, and it is also very elegant. It's just that this is based on the premise that he is a gentle, wealthy and beautiful son, who can sleep until three poles in a big house with blazing floor heating and incense, and then call friends and beautiful wives to enjoy the snow slowly in the back garden.

But now he is a new township councilor riding a half-old donkey, wearing a half-thick cotton coat, and his stomach is half-full, although his father is a landlord, not to mention that he is rich all over the world, but also more or less a well-known squire on the rich side, but his father's wealth is still different from his own wealth, not to mention that he has two older brothers on his head!

"Anyway, people still have to have their own money, if I have money, I can be gentle and elegant with a glass of wine, pinch a plum, indulge in singing, poetry and wine entertainment!" Thinking like this, he not only guessed: "I don't know what Liu Gong is doing at the moment?" A rich son like him has just received great benefits, and it can really be said that 'the spring breeze is proud, and he can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day', but he is afraid that he is a beautiful wife and concubine, and nephrite jade will enjoy the blessings of Qi people warmly! ”

When he thought of the "blessing of Qi people", he thought of the girls who were as warm as water in the brothel in Suzhou, and thought of their plump breasts and buttocks, delicate faces, gentle love words, and seductive eyes, which made a certain part of his body react and slowly cocked. It's just that the ghost weather was so cold that as soon as he reacted, the cold air extinguished his bath fire, causing his doppelganger to hang down reluctantly.

"What the hell!" Cen Hu'er scolded hatefully.

Second Uncle Lu looked at this dissatisfied and resentful young man lovingly, looked at the cold new official with his old cow-like eyes, and said slowly: "Young master, is it cold?" It will be half an hour to walk, and then let my mother-in-law get an egg custard, and then boil a bowl of hot porridge, and you will be wiped out in a while! ”

Cen Hu'er nodded, he had always treated this old and loyal long-term worker with respect, but this respect was always conditional, that is, to maintain the boundary between master and servant. He can accept that Second Uncle Lu treats him as a nephew, and he is willing to accept the extra care and care that this brings, but he will never allow the latter to really put on the face of an elder to preach to him. Fortunately, the two have maintained a good relationship with each other for more than 20 years, and Uncle Lu's comfort also made him feel better.

He looked at the journey in the distance that seemed to never end, and slowly remembered the kind of four-wheeled carriage that Liu Gong rode in when he returned to his hometown, the kind of carriage was exquisitely structured, and the facilities inside were also perfect, extremely luxurious, and it was even more flat and stable to walk, not even a glass of water would be splashed, this kind of novelty had not even been seen in Beijing, and I heard that it was a new invention of Liu Gong. A feeling of inequality and unconvincing slowly spread from the bottom of my heart.

"Why did he have a carriage to sit in, while I had to ride slowly on a mule, endure the cold wind, endure hunger, endure a long journey, and he should have a good time and be graceful!" Lust and anger permeated the young man's heart, so much so that he slowly squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I will not be worse than you, I will never be worse than you!" The husband can't eat five tripods in life, and he should cook five tripods when he dies! ”

"What are you talking about, young master? Are you going to eat five loaves? Second Uncle Lu didn't understand Wuding, and asked diligently: "What do you want to eat, I'll let the Hun family make it for you!" ”

"Nothing!" Cen Hu'er didn't want to bother talking too much, but slowly looked at the road ahead, looking resolute and calm.

The cold wind is howling in the distance, and the road is long.

After walking for about half an hour, I finally saw the curling smoke of the rhubarb village in the distance.

It was already noon, but the cold weather and dim daylight made Cen Hu'er suddenly think it was evening. Black cooking smoke floated out of people's chimneys, which made Cen Hu'er, who had tasted the power of nature along the way, suddenly have a feeling of tears in his eyes.

The smoke of cooking, the smoke that rises slowly from a muddy, masonry, or even open-air earthen stove, symbolizes the light of the fire, the hot food, the bed to rest in, and the eaves to shelter from the wind and rain.

This is the sentinel of safety and rest, the vanguard of settling and calming.

He had never thought that cooking smoke was nothing unusual, but just the remnants of burning wood and horse manure, but now he saw from a distance the black haze that slowly drifted out of the chimneys of a hundred schools, and was slowly blown away in the cold wind, and diffused in the frost and snow of the day, he suddenly felt a kind of emotion.

This kind of moving is not the moving of a traveler who finally finds an inn to rest and reorganize after traveling thousands of miles in the wind and snow, but the moving of finally realizing that there is a secluded place in the world where he can rest after an infinite struggle against difficulties and obstacles, this kind of moving comes from people's spontaneous resistance to danger and tribulation, and it also comes from the infinite yearning for safety and warmth of mortals in the flesh.

"I'm finally home!" Cen Hu'er sighed softly, urged the mule under his crotch, and walked a few steps closer to the mouth of Zhuangzi.

Zhuangzi and village are actually mostly nominal names, and there is not much difference in essence, they are both groups of peasants who gather together and then gather to cultivate under the leadership or oppression of the gentry and landlords. The Datong theory that Cen Hu'er studied in the ranks called the landlords and gentry "backward reactionary class," regarded the small peasants as the basis of the state, and regarded the industrial and commercial operators as the source of the country's prosperity and strength, and put forward the slogan of "linking peasants and merchants to crack down on the gentry." This kind of thinking was so radical that some scholars who were deeply influenced by the ideology of Datongism even put forward the slogan of "eliminate all landlord reactionaries, and there will be no more tenants and poor peasants in the world."

In this regard, Cen Hu'er has always scoffed, from ancient times to the present, this person has been virtuous and foolish, the land is thick and thin, fat and thin, and the peasants are naturally industrious and simple, and there are also those who are easy and hardworking. Like those peasants who are lazy and hard-working, even if they give them land, they will not cultivate it well, abandon the land, and even sell the land for wine and drink. And doing so is undoubtedly a great waste of land, not only unfair to the land, but also unfair to the hard-working farmers. (To be continued.) )