The post station here is called the Pony Station.

As the name suggests, this place used to be a horse farm, specially for the Mongol army to go on an expedition, grazing horses, because there is a salty sea in this place, but there is a sweet spring in the middle of the salty sea, bubbling sweet water, so a post was built here.

It is said to be a post station, but it is actually a dozen or so tents.

Behind the tent, there were some cattle and sheep pens and stables, the mastiffs of the post station barked wildly, a convoy of more than ten people was stuck in the mud, the head of the Dayuan household department, the Shanxi Han official Jia Lu, was pulling up his trouser legs, and his entourage of the Han people, as well as a few Mongolian herdsmen, laboriously pushed the cart, but unfortunately the carriage pulled things too heavy, how to push out.

The horses pulling the cart were all pried up and floated in the air, their hooves swinging helplessly.

Chen Sijiu and Peng Yingyu were called over.

The Mongolian poster pointed to the carriageway: "You two, help lift this carriage, this Han official Jia Lu has a lot of money, he will reward you later, he also brought a lot of corn, you will have food." ”

Chen Sijiu was speechless in his heart, big brother, you are borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

He looked at the Han official Jia Lu, who was going to see the excitement first, but saw that Jia Lu was only about thirty years old, with a decent face, like a scholar, but he was not exquisite, he rolled up his trouser legs, lifted his sleeves, and carried the carriage with difficulty with a few retinues and Mongolian herdsmen here, and there seemed to be a huge stone tablet in the carriage.

"What is this monument?"

Chen Sijiu couldn't help but ask.

At this time, Jia Luhe shook his hand, pulled out his legs and feet from the mud, looked at Chen Sijiu, and saw that Chen Sijiu was burly, slender and sturdy, with a tiger's back and a huge bow on his back, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and arched his hand: "Zhuangman, this thing is a stone tablet written by Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty." ”

"Han Yu inscription?"

Chen Sijiu looked at the carriage, the stone tablet on the carriage was said to be 200 catties, and it seemed to be a temple monument.

Han Yu calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty, a moist pen is expensive, but also the seeker is like a cloud, this stone tablet seems to be the Tang Dynasty when the five surnames of the seven Wang's in Taiyuan Wang, named Wang Xiude a wealthy businessman to build a temple, a special trip to invite Han Yu to write the temple monument, although the content is not obvious and the history of literature, but the inscription is very strong, the pen walks the dragon and snake, the wind and bone traces rhyme into the stone three points, worthy of the Tang Dynasty book everyone's work.

"Since you have gone to the capital, what are you doing with this stone tablet?"

Chen Sijiu asked curiously.

Seeing that his tone was sincere, Jia Lu seemed to be a knowledgeable person, and said: "I heard that the eldest son of Mingzong, Tuhuan Timur, practiced calligraphy in Guangxi, and this monument can be viewed with the Son of Heaven. ”

Chen Sijiu came back to his senses.

The feeling is to make a special trip to get a piece of Han Yu inscription to shoot the new emperor's sycophants.

He smiled, but after all, this is my Tang Dynasty backbone, Tuhuan Timur is a foreign emperor, if he is really interested in this Tang Dynasty script, it is not a bad thing, at least the Han people of Dayuan can live better.

He put down the horned giant bow and Mo knife behind his back, took off his boots, and ordered the Han retinue and Mongolian herdsmen to get out of the way, stepped forward, sank into the dantian, held the stone tablet, his hands were heavy, and gradually his strength reached his waist and abdomen, and he sank his waist suddenly, and shouted: "Get up!" ”

The stele creaked, was directly picked up by Chen Sijiu, the horse pulling the cart fell to the ground, he snorted and carried the stele on his shoulder, his eyes were shining, he slowly stepped out, carried the stele out of more than ten steps, reached the ground and was hard, and shouted behind him: "Pull an ox cart, this thing weighs more than 200 catties, and it is really hard for the horse to pull." ”

Jia Lu's eyes flashed with different colors, and he sighed: "I didn't expect my Han family to have such a warrior." ”

When he came back to his senses, he hurriedly arranged for his entourage to drive over an ox cart to install the stone tablet.

Chen Sijiu put the stele on the ox cart, clapped his hands and looked back and smiled: "Lord Jiarujia? I heard the post here say, you have a lot of money, and you have a lot of rice and millet, can you enjoy a meal of wine and food? ”

Jia Lu laughed and said: "It's a shame to say that Jia Mou has been promoted twice, but he didn't get an official body, and since then he has been Nasuduo, and he has been recommended to become an official of Dayuan, so he naturally has wine and food." ”

Chen Sijiu said in his heart, and there is this saying.

At the moment, he didn't say hello, and walked into a big tent in the post station with Jia Lu, Jia Lu ordered someone to fetch water, make firewood from hay and cow dung, and boil a pot of tea and soup to drink, so that Chen Sijiu could talk about some trivial matters.

Jialu family, originally a large family in Shanxi, the family has produced a doctor for generations, he himself also knows a little about medical skills, but Jialu prefers to read, but unfortunately Dayuan is very unfriendly to the Han people, Jialu twice moved, both failed to get the official body, and finally as a county and county Nasu big household, was recommended to Dadu by the color of the official master, a small scribe in the household department, three years ago his father died of illness, for his father Ding worried, now just three years of expiration, and heard that the new emperor of the Great Yuan Tuhuan Timur is about to ascend the throne, so he collected some cultural treasures, and brought a few stunning beauties, Prepare to dedicate to the new emperor.

As he spoke, he clapped his hands and beckoned a few stunning beauties he brought to come in and drink with him.

Jia Lu is a big family in Shanxi, and naturally he also understands the preferences of Mongolian dignitaries and officials, and the selected ones are all Datong aunts, all of whom are plump, fair-skinned, good-looking, and able to poetry, music and dance.

Jia Lu pulled a woman with white skin and a cold and lovely appearance and said: "This woman's name is Cheng Yining, she is a big girl in Shanxi, she is familiar with poetry and songs, and she can also practice miscellaneous songs. ”

The atmosphere of the Great Yuan is open, especially for women in the north, and it is not twisted, influenced by Mongolian women, women also drink, and after drinking, they play music and dance, sing lyrics and make miscellaneous songs, which are very popular among dignitaries and people.

Chen Sijiu saw that Cheng Yining had a delicate appearance, although his figure was exquisite, his slender place was like a clear lotus and tender corner, and his great shore was like a gathering of waves, but he had a pure heart and no desires, in the words of the second master, what is it called, devil figure, Lori face.

He looked at it for a few seconds, and hurriedly gave up more than half of his seat and asked Cheng Yining to sit down.

Everyone around them is beautiful and lovely, and they can't help but talk about the current situation of Dayuan, as well as the situation of Dayuan scholars.

A few glasses of wine, Jia Lu seemed to drink a little too much, he said this, put down the wine glass, sighed: "Da Yuan, whether it is miscellaneous songs, or holy decrees, all use the vernacular, but also use more simplified words, I Han Confucianism is not important, I Jia Lu can now get a head of the household, but by relying on the whiskers to pat the horse, to welcome the Mongolian Shangguan, it is not a secret, I have to sacrifice a lot of wealth for Shangguan every year." ”

He was not ashamed and seemed to think that it was a common thing.

Looking back, Jia Lu said: "But I bribed Shangguan in order to do things for the people, if there are no Han officials in the court, then the world will be in chaos!" ”

His eyes showed a painful expression, gritted his teeth and said: "Zhang Yanghao is my best friend, he has devoted his life to the relief of the people, Xing, the people suffer, die, the people suffer, he did his best for Dayuan, and finally died in office, I hate to help him!" ”

"How talented is Ma Zhiyuan? Zeng Longlou dedicated poems to the emperor, but got a small official to settle accounts for the Mongols, my Han officials of Dayuan are not short of talented people, but unfortunately all of them cannot be reused, the court is full of flattering ministers, all of them are corrupt, if I Jialu is not greedy, I will only end up with the same fate as Zhang Yanghao Ma Zhiyuan, and end up depressed! ”

Da Yuan was convicted of his words, and Da Yuan was notoriously lenient.

Many of the punishments of the Song Dynasty were all abolished, and more money could be exempted.

As for the literary prison and anti-poetry, it does not exist in Dayuan, because the Mongolian Daru Huachi and Semu officials can't understand anti-poetry at all, and even the Emperor Yingzong of Dayuan, who likes to appoint Hanchen the most, reuses Han officials such as Zhao Mengfu, has excellent calligraphy, and he also knows little about Chinese poetry.

Chen Sijiu saw him revealing his true feelings, and thought in his heart, Da Yuan acted like this, isn't he afraid of reading people to rebel?

But after thinking about it, if the scholars of the Great Yuan could have breakfast, they would have done it a long time ago, and now the reason why they don't dare is because the Yuan Dynasty can mobilize millions of soldiers, and the major Mongolian princes and nobles in the local area have tens of thousands of soldiers.

"Lord Jialu, sad that the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil, as strong as the Qin and Han dynasties have turned into loess, although the territory of the Great Yuan is far away from the Han and Tang Dynasties, can it be strong for a hundred years?"

"Sooner or later, one day ......"

Before Chen Sijiu's words fell, Jia Lu said angrily: "No, Dayuan can't be messed up!" ”

"My Dayuan people, the people of the Han family have been extremely bitter, if the world is chaotic again, the people who suffer, or the people at the bottom, the people of Xing are suffering, the people are suffering, if the high-rise buildings are damaged, they can be treated again, but they are broken and rebuilt, I don't know how many poor people will die, when Dajin and the Great Song Dynasty, Western Xia, Dali, there are hundreds of millions of Li people, and now the Dayuan people are less than 50 million, how many dead and injured?"

His face turned red, he picked up a glass of wine, and murmured: "Dayuan can't be messed up, the people are innocent, the people are innocent, Zhang Yanghao's Tong cares for the ancients, vividly, and the words are still in ......the ears."

Chen Sijiu pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes flickering.

The Tao is not the same, but this Jialu, although he is corrupt for money, is also a good official who cares about the people.

It's a pity, the world is not chaotic, you Jia Lu said it doesn't count, I Chen Sijiu said it, it doesn't count......

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

God has the final say......