But if you take the road of military generals, Zhou Ping can't help but think of the Di Wu Xianggong who wore a copper mask on his face to fight, this military minister from the army can be said to be the first general in the middle and late Northern Song Dynasty, and finally made an exception to do the general privy envoy served by Wenchen, and as a result, it provoked the siege of the scholar group, when the famous minister Wen Yanbo asked Song Renzong to relieve Di Qing of the official position of privy envoy, Song Renzong said that Di Qing was a loyal minister, Wen Yanbo replied, "Isn't Taizu a loyal minister of Zhou Shizong?" As a result, Di Qing was soon dismissed, and when he returned to his hometown in Chenzhou, the imperial court also sent envoys to visit him every half a month, which made Di Qing worry all day long, and died of depression in less than half a year, at the age of 49. Speaking from the heart, Zhou Ping felt that he could not compare to this Di Wu Xianggong in terms of personal ethics, and Emperor Huizong was definitely not as kind to his courtiers as his ancestors, with Di Qing's loyalty and Song Renzong's trust, he couldn't stand the slander of the Shi Dafu group, let alone himself? If he can really change history, take back the sixteen states of Yanyun, and remove the threat of the Jin people, the great credit must be the first in this dynasty, and at that time, the merit will not be rewarded, and under the siege of the literati group, even if he is full of mouths, he can't explain clearly, and the best outcome is to go back to his hometown to become a rich man.

There is another way out, although it seems dangerous, but the future is much brighter. Although the Northern Song Dynasty bureaucracy was tightly constrained by each other, it was difficult to take the line of seizing power within the system. But if I remember correctly, it won't take long for the Jin soldiers to destroy the alliance and go south, smashing the shackles on their bodies. It can be accomplished. And I have been subconsciously preparing for this road all along. Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on Zhou Ping's face: "The traverser is really a natural rebel and thief!" ”

At this moment, Zhou Ping suddenly felt a shaking of the hull, and he was wondering what was going on, when Luo She'er walked in from outside: "Lang Jun, it's time to Yuqiaoyi, let's go ashore to eat!" ”

Zhou Ping nodded, walked out of the cabin, and saw that the sky was already dark, and more than 40 large and small ships of the fleet had docked. Soldiers and sailors were squatting on the side of the boat to wash rice and vegetables. Prepare dinner. Plumes of cooking smoke rose from the boat and the shore, and together with several withered locust trees on the shore, it was quite a bit of the artistic conception of ink painting.

"Prison!" Xue Liangwu stood beside the pedal and said with a smile: "Lao Zhu got a few live fish. Cleaned up the best fish tray. Let's drink first. Four sheep have been slaughtered. The meat is already in the pot, and when it is cooked, it will come up! ”

"Hmm!" Zhou Ping nodded, originally this Yuqiao Station was also a big post station on the canal. In peacetime, there are more than 100 travelers who rest here every day, and there are seven or eight shops that make a living from this alone, just like a small bazaar. But during the Fangla Rebellion, the Manichaeans were killed, the officers and soldiers came over, and several times the soldiers came down, and all that was left was the hall in the courtyard that was blackened by smoke and fire, and the scrawny old man in the corner of the courtyard who was busy pouring sheep's blood into the sheep's intestines.

Before Zhou Ping could carefully look at the situation in the courtyard, more than a dozen officers poured out of the hall, either bowing down or bowing to Zhou Ping, each with a smile on their faces.

"The last general will be imprisoned!" The reserved point is Yang Zaixing.

"The fish is all in order, just waiting to be imprisoned!" While talking and rubbing his hands, it was Zhu Lei who was a little cramped and uneasy.

"I can't imagine that Lao Zhu still has such good craftsmanship, I must have a good drink today!" The loudest one was Xue Liangwu. However, the focus of everyone's smiles and eyes was Zhou Ping, whether it was Xue Liangwu, who was the most qualified, Li Cheng, who was unruly, or Yang Wu, who was a little reserved, they all knew in their hearts who gave them everything in front of them. This feeling of being surrounded by people made Zhou Ping quite smoky.

Everyone sat down according to their official positions, and Zhu Lei said with a smile: "Prison, the perch in this Yuqiaoyi is particularly fat, especially the fish belly, which is famous in the whole of western Zhejiang. ”

Zhou Ping nodded, stretched out his chopsticks and stretched out his chopsticks to the snow-white fish trays in the middle plate. The so-called fish belly is the sashimi in today's Japanese cuisine, and the Chinese had the habit of cutting the fish into thin slices as early as the Zhou Dynasty and then dipping it in sauce, and later spread to Japan, but it became a Japanese specialty. In the Northern Song Dynasty, whether it was a high-ranking official or a small person in the market, they all talked about fish as a kind of food. Zhou Ping took a slice, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, it was really sweet and fatty, he couldn't help but nodded, and said with a smile: "The Zhu brothers really cut the fish with a good hand, come, everyone come and taste it!" ”

When everyone saw that Zhou Ping said yes, they hurriedly admired while eating, but Zhu Lei's eyes narrowed into a slit with joy. At this moment, there was a small song outside, the tune was bleak, and it clashed with the joyful atmosphere in the house. Zhou Ping listened carefully, but he couldn't really hear it, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Kong Yanzhou saw Zhou Ping's brows frowning slightly, and he grabbed his saber and jumped up: "What kind of bird song is this guy singing, it's like a dead person, and it has mistaken my interest in eating and drinking!" Hold me in prison and wait a moment as I deal with the howling birdmen! ”

"Wait!" Zhou Ping said in a low voice: "Kong Dutou, you brought in the person who sang the song, don't embarrass him, I have something to ask him?" ”

"Whoa!" Kong Yanzhou was stunned when he heard this, but he still bowed down to receive the order, and after a while, he brought back an old man and a seven or eight-year-old girl, followed by the old man, the old man was wearing a dirty and colorless long shirt, arguing with his hands, the girl was wearing a flower jacket, the two were full of loneliness and cold, and they were trembling and looking at themselves, their eyes were full of pleading and pity, especially the girl, who was like a frightened bird. Zhou Ping couldn't help but soften when he saw it, and said to Kong Yanzhou: "Kong Dutou, you go outside to get two bowls of mutton soup, and give these two hot drinks!" ”

Kong Yanzhou was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly went out to get the soup, the old man hurriedly knelt down to thank him, and Zhou Ping smiled: "The old man is exempt, who are you?" How could it be here?"

The old man sang a fat song and said: "The little old man was originally from Qiantang County, Hangzhou, and his family had a little bit of thin property, but he committed Huashi Gang and went bankrupt, so he had to go to Hangzhou with his son and granddaughter to sing some songs to make a living. I didn't want the food thief to get into trouble, the soldiers were in chaos, I had to escape, and I was separated from my son, only with my granddaughter in this Yuqiao Station, I didn't get along and sang a few words, which disturbed the nobles, and please forgive me! As he spoke, he was about to bow down, and the girl beside him also knelt down.

"Old man, please get up!" Zhou Ping made a gesture, and Zhu Lei on the side hurriedly helped the two up, this was Kong Yanzhou coming in from outside, holding two bowls of hot mutton soup in his hands, and a few Hu cakes, and put them in front of the two. Zhou Ping smiled: "It's quite interesting for me to listen to your little song, but it's just far away and I can't hear it clearly." Why don't you drink some soup and sing it with us? ”

The old man had not eaten enough for many days, and when he smelled the aroma of the mutton soup, it was as if a small hand was scratching in his throat. Hurriedly thanked Zhou Ping and ate. As soon as he ate a few bites, he heard a sound, and the girl fell to the ground, it turned out that the child was hungry, and when he saw the food, he stuffed it into his mouth, but he didn't want to, but he choked in his throat, and his face was red and his ears were red and he couldn't breathe. Kong Yanzhou, who was on the side, hurriedly stepped forward and slammed it twice on his back before he eased up.

"Eat slowly, Kong Dutou, let someone send some porridge, this child may be hungry, this cake is too hard, it will hurt her!"

Kong Yanzhou responded, and after a while, the old man and the girl finished eating, and the spirit immediately changed, the old man thanked Zhou Ping, plucked the strings he carried twice, and sang in unison with the girl: "An empty skin bag is wrapped in a thousand heavy qi; A dry skull is very sinful to wear. Do your best for your children, and do your best for your furniture. Brother you provincial, brother you provincial, who will be this immortal principle? ”

This time, the two used the official dialect of the time, that is, the Bianliang accent. Everyone in the room could hear it clearly, singing to the effect that life is short, but it will turn into a skeleton in a hundred years, but it will be devoted to those illusory things. In connection with the war scene outside at this time, it has strengthened the appeal. Although most of the people in the room are unliterate, this kind of music art is a very simple word, talking about the hearts of the world, but you can also hear most of it, and the room can't help but be silent for a while. After about half a sound, Zhou Ping's voice broke the silence: "Old man, thank you Xiaoqu, now that the official army has crossed the river, Jiangnan will be pacified in two or three months at most, you still go back to your hometown, as long as your son is still alive, he will definitely go back to reunite with you." Speaking of this, Zhou Ping said to Kong Yanzhou: "Kong Dutou, you give him ten yuan of money, and prepare some dry food and two thicker clothes!" ”

"Whoa!"

After the old man left, Zhou Ping had dinner with everyone and returned to the boat to rest. He was lying on the bed, and the figure of the old man and the girl flashed in front of him, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder: "The rebellion in Fangla, but a few months of effort, Jiangnan is such a scene, and I don't know how many innocent people have turned into dry bones on the side of the road." If the Jin soldiers go south, tens of millions of people in the Central Plains are afraid that most of them will die. Is it just for the sake of his own ambition that he wants to let these tens of millions of innocent people fall under the hooves of the golden people? Thinking of this, Zhou Ping only felt hot all over his body, and he was uncomfortable on the bed, so he jumped up from the bed and paced back and forth in the cabin. Although he has read many articles on the Internet in his previous life, he was only an engineer in his previous life, and although he has not killed people in this life, after all, he is still in the peaceful years at this time, and he has not been tempered by the scene of troubled times. Now he killed Manichaeans, Song Jiang, and thieves, and he could all be said to be loyal to his duty, but for his own ambition, he threw tens of millions of people in the Central Plains under the hooves of the Jin people, and Zhou Ping really did not have this heart. (To be continued......)

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