Chapter 117: Parting

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The cool breeze is bleak, and the shore of Shu is in the middle.

The moon and the sky are colorful, the stars are hanging and the shadows are hazy.

The legend of the flying pigeon is a thousand miles a day, which was originally used to transmit the military situation, and in less than three days, the approval of the cabinet has reached the hands of Li Maosen, the governor of Shuzhong.

Li Maosen has been the governor of Shuzhong for more than a year, although it is said that the iron battalion is a flowing soldier, but now he still sits in this position with a day of majesty, he is still very clear about the one acre and three points of land under the rule of Shuzhong, during this period of time Shuzhong has done a very good job in dealing with the drought in the southwest and the resettlement of the displaced people, and the whole Shuzhong has made great contributions in this drought.

When the little official sent the secret fold, he first "babbled", this secret fold came from a very strange way, if it were not for military affairs, it would be impossible to enable the thousands of miles of communication, when he opened the secret fold, he put the uneasy heart in his heart back.

Yang Zile, grace!

It's a signal!

He immediately thought of Pang Yan, the governor of Suizhou, and Li Daoyuan, the magistrate of Hongcheng. Pang Yan didn't know who he was, that was the official directly under the capital, this was the old political achievement, and he couldn't tell when he would return to the capital, and this person also made a lot of effort in the matter of the White Lotus Sect, and then he secretly recalled Li Daoyuan.

Li Daoyuan, born in the two lists, was first appointed as a Jiangyou magistrate, and then transferred to Hongcheng as the magistrate of the county because of his excellent political performance, and he is a seven-pin product! This is a good old man, a late-bloomer, a doer, although there is no obvious partisan involvement, but he is also a delicate person, and this Yang Zile is from his rule.

Hongcheng!

Thinking of this, the corners of Li Maosen's mouth inadvertently grinned slightly, with a hint of a smile, in just two or three months, two things happened in this place, the first thing was the coal group, he himself also participated, and the dividend in the first month was a thousand taels, and he was very satisfied with the fact that he could easily put down so much silver without corruption in this year. He knew that this matter was led by Li Daoyuan, and it was said that the master of the largest group was the one in the palace.

The second thing happened at the junction of the Fujiang River between Hongcheng and Pengxi and Suizhou, the White Lotus Sect! It is reported that the remnants of the White Lotus Sect were exterminated in one day, and the old nest of Lao Weng Mountain was even more ablaze on the mountain, and it did not stop for three days, and none of them survived.

Both things have excerpts, and the initiator is this Yang Zile.

The huge amount of gold made by the coal group has involved all the gentry in Shuzhong, and some small families have not even had the opportunity to participate, this is a business that will never lose money. He still remembers what his master said when he smiled and let himself invest 500 cars, and now it seems that this Yang Zile is probably not simple.

Otherwise, the three elders of the cabinet would not be so important, and there would not be a holy decree.

Li Maosen did not stay, he immediately sent someone to Hongcheng, according to the will of the cabinet, let Yang Ming wait at home for the arrival of the decree, of course he will also go, this Li Daoyuan He decided to see him again.

Hongcheng.

Guanghua Village.

The sun rises in the sky, and the autumn sun illuminates the whole mountain forest crimson, and the fiery red maple leaves fall from the trees to start its new journey.

The old work of the workshops in the village is gradually sounding, and a new day has begun in this beautiful little mountain village.

Yang Ming has prepared his bags, which are all new books that Yang Mingtuo's father bought from the county again, many of the annotations in it are excerpted from the old books of his mentor Li Daoyuan, these annotations are very useful to him, after all, it is the pen of the two Jinshi, compared to his ancient literary skills are obviously much better, and more importantly, he must think according to Li Daoyuan's thoughts, a modern person's thinking and the ancients are like the opposite of each other, there is no intersection at all, if you want to be a Jinshi, you must study more.

Yang Yuan and Yang Shan both gave up the morning recitation, they came to send Yang Ming, until now they realized Yang Ming's erudition, a pinyin simply made them take a lot of detours, even the words they don't know can be read aloud in pinyin, just yesterday Yang Ming seemed to have said the dictionary, it seems to be a tool book to find words, although it is a feeling in the rain and fog, but it does not prevent them from worshiping their third brother.

The old cow was put on the frame again, and the two big copper bell-like eyes looked at Yang Ming in a brand-new Confucian costume in a daze, and made a mooing sound from time to time in his mouth, and Yang Ming took it to the river to play as soon as he was free, looking at Yang Ming carrying his bags It seemed to be aware of the difference today, and when Yang Ming came over, it was even more enthusiastic, and kept rubbing Yang Ming's waist with his big head.

"Dogs!" The old man pulled Yang Ming's hand, he trembled a little, and his eyes were almost about to shed old tears: "Dog, you have to come back early when you go to the capital, no matter whether you do well in the exam or not, we are waiting for you!" ”

Yang Ming was a little sad for a while, the old man hurt him the most, he didn't know if he could catch up with Qiuyu after going thousands of miles, if he couldn't catch up, he would run in vain, and he didn't know how to see his family.

The old lady He also came over, she hadn't slept last night, her two red and swollen eyes were almost fighting, and she still came to Yang Ming's side: "Brother Ming, my mother won't give you away, the clothes in the bag have been re-stitched for you, and I sewed two hundred taels of silver tickets for you in my underwear..... Loose pieces of silver are wrapped in a coat, and beware of the road......"

Unconsciously, Yang Ming had shed tears, he had never felt family affection in his previous life, but this life was so intense, uncle, second uncle, sister..... They all reluctantly said goodbye to him, or took out the private money they had saved, or said a warm goodbye to him speechless.

The weight of the world cannot bear!

This is family affection!

Yang Laosan didn't come, his father didn't come either, the new house and the business affairs behind it must be taken care of by the two fathers and sons, the old man has wanted Yang Ming to bring Yang Laosan more than once, after all, Yang Laosan has been a city gate guard and can be regarded as a figure who has seen the world, in his opinion, it should be much better to have such a person to take care of Yang Ming. Then Yang Ming didn't agree, just because the Yang family needed manpower more.

It's already time, the morning sun is even more prosperous, Yang Ming's father didn't speak, he just drove Lao Huang to the door, it's time to go.

Yang Ming didn't like the way he said goodbye, and the family's inseparable affection was really an unbearable pain.

"Brother Ming, slow down!"

The old patriarch trembled and had reached the front with the support of the young and strong in several groups, he was holding a cane in one hand, and his chest was still rising and falling because he was walking very quickly, and his mouth was coughing.

"Uncle, what are you?" Yang Ming hurriedly stepped forward to salute, the old patriarch is Yang Ming's uncle according to his seniority, although the children of the Yang family have already lived in separate rooms, but after all, they are clan relatives, and his majesty in the Ming Dynasty of the clan society can even determine the life and death of the children of the clan, but he came, when Yang Ming was about to travel.

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