Chapter 13: Changing Guards (49)

The center of Bagua Tongcheng is the famous Guanyin Pavilion, perhaps the Guanyin Pavilion was once a place to worship Guanyin Dashi, I don't know when it began, it became a place name, the center of the cross street, no longer a religious place, but a very good restaurant.

The name of the restaurant is very casual, very local characteristics, it is actually called Guanyin Pavilion, I don't know if it will be a taboo of Guanyin. Following the little brother who led the way, Mo Di walked into the gate of Guanyin Pavilion. Guanyin Pavilion is a three-story building, the first floor is the lobby where people come and go, the second floor is the banquet venue for serious 800, and the third floor is a box of one color. Mo Di did not go upstairs, but walked through the building into the backyard. The backyard of Guanyin Pavilion has a cave, a small lotus pond, there are several small pavilions by the pool, half above the water surface and half hidden in the palm tree, it is very chic.

Taking Mo Di to a small pavilion of Ziyun Xuan, the little brother who led the way stopped and said, "Chief Mo, please come in, Director Jiang is inside." ”

Walking into the pavilion door, although it is not wide, the furnishings inside make people look sideways, the ancient charm of the Ming and Qing dynasties, the carved beams and rusty columns, and the carved wooden windows. There is a small square table near the window, two princely chairs on the left and one on the right, and Jiang Hongxi sits on the top of the main seat. Mo Di walked a few steps, ignored Director Jiang, and was attracted by the middle hall in the middle of the Xuan Pavilion. If you take a closer look, it turns out to be a song of seven laws recorded by Shi Congyun: explain the diligent teachings in all kinds, and realize that there is no reason to hate; From now on, it is difficult to speak in front of the window, but the day is over. The writing is average, and the victory is strong and powerful. Mo Di knew that this Shi Congyun, after the Xinhai Revolution, led the revolutionary army to fight fiercely with the Qing army in Leizhuang, the battle was fierce, difficult to solve, the Qing army falsely claimed that the armistice was peaceful, and Shi Congyun entered the Qing camp to negotiate. Shi Congyun didn't know what the plan was, so he led the guards to go, and the Qing soldiers set up an ambush and were captured and killed. On February 17, 1912, the Provisional Government of the Republic of China posthumously awarded the title of Army General, on April 16, 1923, the Beijing Government of the Republic of China posthumously awarded the Army General, and on April 2, 1936, the Nationalist Government of the Republic of China posthumously awarded the Army General.

Jiang Hongxi stood up with a smile and said, "It seems that the most attractive thing in this Xiaoxuan Pavilion is this middle hall, as soon as I came back here for the first time, I was also attracted by it, and so did Brother Mo." ”

"General Xie Qing (Shi Congyun) is too famous, and it is difficult not to attract attention. We and other juniors can't see General Shi's demeanor, and we can see General Shi's handwriting, which is also a source of reverence. Mo Di smiled and said: "It's just that there is a strong smell of powder between the lines of this author's fearless poems." ”

"Hahahaha." Jiang Hongxi laughed: "Yan Wuxing was originally a woman, and when she wrote this poem, she was only seventeen years old, and she was a little powdery, normal." ”

"It's rare for women to be named fearless." Mo Di said with a smile.

"Tianzong doesn't know about this Yan Wuxing?" Jiang Hongxi asked a little surprised.

"Should I know about her?" Mo Di is a little inexplicable, in his memory, there is really no such person.

"Do you know Wu Yue?" Jiang Hongxi asked: "In the city of Beijing, bomb Wu Jiao, the five ministers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, including Zai Ze, the head of the military department, Dai Hongci, the head of the household department, Duan Fang, the governor of Hunan, and the right Cheng Shaoying of the Ministry of Commerce?" ”

Mo Di thought for a while and said, "But Wu Mengxia, who is holding a three-foot sword and cutting off all the heads?" I've been wanting to go to Yanling Lane to see Wu Yue's former residence these days, because there are too many places to visit in Tongcheng, and I can't make the trip, so it seems that I have to go and see it tomorrow. ”

Jiang Hongxi nodded and said, "In Mengxia Town, you must know Wu Mengxia, this is the reason why Mengxia Town became famous. ”

"I remember, Wu Mengxia's fiancée is this Yan Wuxing, I once read Wu Mengxia's "Book with Wife" Mo Di said: "It seems that there are such a few sentences: life must be better than death, and then you can live; Death is better than life, and then death. ”

"Not bad! If you can remember these few sentences, the people of Tongcheng will not treat you as an outsider. Jiang Hongxi laughed. said: "Wu Mengxia, a confidante, read Wu Mengxia's "Book with His Wife", self-martyrdom, can be called a generation of martyrs, she is also a Tongcheng person, the pride of Tongcheng people. Tongcheng is a place, there are countless people, most of them are good at literati, only Wu Yue, who is different, is a revolutionary pioneer of the same era as Qiu Jin, Wan Fuhua, Wang Han, Zhao Sheng, and Chen Duxiu. ”

Sitting by the window, looking at the window, the lotus pond has already passed the flowering season, the lotus leaf field, a piece of green, diffuse, you can't see the pond water under the leaves, the wind passes through, the lotus leaves are swaying, quite graceful. Mo Di suddenly remembered a couplet in Qing Zhangdai's "Kuaiyuan Daogu, Xiaohui, and True", the upper couplet is, the wind swings the palm, and the thousand-armed Buddha shakes the folding fan. The next link is, frost withered lotus leaves, and the one-legged ghost wears a scarf.

With this good situation, you need a cup of tea, big wine and meat, but I am afraid that it will be a big brake.

Sure enough, Jiang Hongxi did not let people serve wine, but served a pot of small orchid tea picked by the local valley before the rain. Said: "Try the local small orchid tea, the area of Dabie Mountain, rich in famous tea, Qianshan has six ancestors Zen tea, Yuexi has the cloud and fog of the list, Lihuang has Yinshan Cuimei, it is Lu'an, there are melon slices." It's just that Jiang prefers Tongcheng small orchids, and the small orchid tea has been handed down from the Ming Dynasty to the present, perhaps because it has been contaminated with the cultural atmosphere of Tongcheng, and it has become elegant. The first choice for drinking this tea is the best place, and you must choose elegant utensils, with tea to establish morality, to tea pottery, to meet friends with tea, and to greet guests with tea. Although the Guanyin small lotus pond is a good environment, there is no good tea, and there is no elegant utensils, and the tea and tea sets are specially brought by me, the best Yixing purple sand. ”

Mo Di gently twisted up a teacup of less than one or two, put it on the tip of his nose, inhaled deeply, sure enough, the aroma overflowed, refreshing people's spleen, and then took a sip between the teeth and cheeks to rinse, and then drank slowly, and the sweet tongue was moist, and the true taste of tea was obtained. This Director Jiang is an elegant person!

"It's a pity that Tongcheng is a place, and there are no exquisite points." Jiang Hongxi said: "I have traveled all over Mengxia and Kongcheng, and only found some vulgar things such as artemisia and cabbage, and I can't find the exquisite shrimp dumplings and siu mai in Cantonese teahouses, and there are no small fried buns and steamer buns in Suzhou and Hangzhou, so I can only drink a few cups of tea first, open my appetite, and then drink two cups of wine and send local dishes." ”

Mo Di thought about it, sure enough, Tongcheng, except for wheat and fish worth mentioning, the others are lackluster, a place where literati are doubled, there is not a single dish, compared to Yuan Mei in Suiyuan, it is a lot worse.

Sure enough, after a pot of sesame wine, it was a plate of dried wheat fish scrambled eggs, and the fragrance was good, but there were fewer fish and more eggs. Next is a dish of fire-roasted meat, this thing, a bit of smoked meat from northern Hunan, Guangxi, without the strong smell of smoked meat, and the method is not the same. Because the barbecue is easy to burn on high heat, it is "baked" by slowly setting out a low heat with tongs and heating it slowly, until the pork belly slices are baked until oil comes out, and it falls into the charcoal fire to "sizzle". When the meat slices are cold, store them, and every time you eat them, put a plate on them, steam them hot, and serve them.

The steamed fire-baked meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fat but not greasy, and full of aroma, which is really a good product for sending wine.

"Tianzong, I am selfish to send away the beauties sent by Lu Jiangling Qianfeng today." Jiang Hongxi toasted Mo Dou a glass, and said a little apologetically: "Lao Wei and I, I don't want you to become Aunt Lujiang, I want to leave you in Tongcheng, I don't believe it, Nuo Da Tongcheng, you can't find a woman who is in love with your chief Mo. ”

"Hehehehe, what did Brother Jiang leave me to do?" Mo Di smiled: "Except for eating a few catties of Tongcheng's rations, there is no other use." County Magistrate Wei said well, Tongcheng is just right to support a 528 regiment, and one more garrison headquarters will add a lot of additional burdens. ”

"Adding a garrison headquarters is an increase in a lot of burden, but if you add an invincible, you are not responsible." Jiang Hongxi waved his hand to interrupt Mo Di's desire to speak, and then said: "You also said just now, Tongcheng is a place, suppressing martial arts and promoting literature, real martial artists, Shi Congbin, Brother Shi Congyun can be counted, and in addition, their nephew, Shi Zhongcheng, the deputy commander of the 100th Army of the National Army, is counted as one. It's just that the Shi family has already left Tongcheng, and the safety of Tongcheng has nothing to do with them. The defending generals in Tongcheng in the past few years, whether it is Qin Zhenyuan or Zhou Mengxiong, are not called generals for a while, and they may not even be competent to be a dog guarding the household, let alone what to conquer the enemy. Finally come you are invincible to Mo Tianzong, this is the best opportunity to bring Tongcheng, with you in Tongcheng, Tongcheng's defense has been improved by more than one percent, if you become Tongcheng's aunt, although Tongcheng dare not say that it is solid, at least it can be safe. ”

"Hahahaha." Mo Di laughed, raised his glass to Jiang Hongxi, and said, "After doing it for a long time, this is the wishful thinking between you and Ling Qianfeng!" ”

"There is no way, we are all literati, and we are useless in the face of troubled times." After Jiang Hongxi said with emotion, he said with a sad face: "Do you think we don't want to preserve the old city wall of Tongcheng and let future generations enjoy it, do you think we are the useless losers, and we will be the rare gossip city in Kyushu." We can't help it! The circular city wall is too much like a barracks, the Japanese planes flew over from it at two ends in three days, and each time they would throw two or three * down, they couldn't hide, they couldn't prevent it, every time the plane flew away, the city was a howling cry, and the funeral and funeral had not been done, and the Japanese planes arrived again. In desperation, he made this decision. The thousand-year-old city wall was destroyed by our own hands, and our hearts were bleeding. Whenever I read Mr. Yao Sishen: Where is the country broken, the times are hard and tired. The country is gone, and the wind and rain remember the poet. The old things are useless, and the name is half poor, only in the empty valley, and the bones are still rugged. A poem, I also can't bear the pain. ”

Jiang Hongxi stopped talking, looking out the window with a sad expression. Mo Di didn't know how to comfort him, turned the wine glass in his hand, and it was difficult to speak. For a while, in the Xuan Pavilion, it was as quiet as the night was deep. At this time, a pipa plucked string faintly broke through the air, and next, there was a song "Overlord Unloading Armor". The pipa was like a whisper, and it suddenly filled the silence in Ziyun Xuan.

Jiang Hongxi didn't speak, raised the small wine glass in his hand, and the two glasses touched each other, making a crisp porcelain sound, and the sound was sandwiched in the sound of the pipa, blending into one.

"I don't think I can stay long in Tongcheng." Mo Di said.

"Why?" Jiang Hongxi asked. The sound of the lute also stopped.

"I will go back to Guilin in June next year to participate in the remedial training class, which will last for one year." Mo Di said: "After a year, it will be arranged separately." I don't know if I can go back to Tongcheng again. ”

"Oh, then congratulations to Brother Mo first!" Jiang Hongxi said: "After the supplementary training is over, the graduation certificate of the Central Military Academy is in hand, and the promotion to major general is just around the corner. ”

"Borrow Brother Jiang's auspicious words." Mo Di said: "Born in martial arts, the colonel is already at the end, and if you go one step further, you must go to the Central Military Academy to return to the furnace, I don't want to lose this opportunity." ”

"Understandable. Understandable. ”

Gossip, full of wine and food, and resignation.

Sending Mo Di out of the door, Jiang Hongxi walked back to Ziyun Xuan, only to see a woman with a delicate face holding a pipa in her arms, sitting on the seat of Mo Di before, holding a small cup of Mo Di drinking wine in her hand, her eyebrows were frowning, and she was distracted.

"Sun, what do you think of Chief Mo?" Jiang Hongxi asked.

"Although people are not tall, they can stand up to the sky and the earth, and although they are not big, they can be proud of the sky." Sun Xiaomei's teeth opened lightly, and he spoke crisply and loudly.

"Do you want to belong to Mo Tianzong?" Jiang Hongxi asked with a smile on his face.

Sun Xiaomei shook his head.

"Why?" Jiang Hongxi was puzzled.

"If Chief Mo takes a concubine, the little woman should be a pillow for herself, but Chief Mo is a wife, and the little woman doesn't dare to be shameless, and the dove occupies the magpie's nest." Sun Xiaomei said a little sadly: "The little girl was born in a humble background, and she didn't dare to tarnish the heroes. ”

"What if Mo Tianzong doesn't care?" Jiang Hongxi asked again.

"That's not going to work either. The wife of a general must not be born into a prostitute. He doesn't care that I care. After Sun Xiaomei finished speaking, he said to Jiang Hongxi with a wry smile: "In the Spring and Autumn Period of the ages, the general's wife who was born in a prostitute family is only Liang Hongyu, and that is still a character in Zhang Siwei's "Double Martyrs" in the Ming Dynasty, I don't know whether it is true or not. If I marry him, there will be no need for him to go back to remedial training, because he will never be promoted to general, and even if he is not killed by the bullets of the Japanese, he will be drowned by the spit stars of the world. ”

Jiang Hongxi sighed, this woman from a prostitute family is much stronger than many politicians.