In fact, Chang Tian and Wang Shouren didn't say a few words, how could they be selfish.

But at this moment, Chang Tian was stunned and said that Wang Shouren was a concubine.

She cried, made trouble and hanged herself, and Liu Jin softened.

Liu Jin shouted: "Someone! ”

A young eunuch walked in: "Ancestor, what do you command?" ”

Liu Jin said: "Tell Gu Dayong that Wang Shouren is not dead." Don't hold anyone accountable for this. Don't trouble Wang Shouren in the future. ”

The eunuch arched his hand: "Yes, old ancestor, the great-grandson will go to Gonggong Gu to pass the order." ”

Liu Jin gave the order, and Chang Tian immediately burst into tears and laughed: "I know that my godfather loves sugar the most!" ”

Liu Jin, who fell into the devil's position, actually persuaded Chang Tianlai: "Tangtang, you listen to your godfather." Huang Yuan is talented, decent, and has the ability to serve as an official. Such a good husband is hard to find even with a lantern! ”

"You and him are still destined for fate. I've heard your eldest brother say this. On that autumn night in the twenty-second year of Chenghua, if he hadn't looked for clues to find Huang Yuan's father-in-law, the old lame man of Miaoshoumen. You won't have the marriage that you will have ten years from now. ”

"Woman, it's better to abide by women's morals. I can still understand those little rivals of mine looking for concubines. Who made me a rootless person? ”

"But consideration is understanding. If I really want to find out, I will kill their whole family. ”

"You're different. Huang Yuan was born handsome and chic, and he was born as a Jinshi, and he was literate and hyphenated, so he learned brilliantly."

Chang Tian said impatiently: "I know, I know." I listen to my godfather, and I will never look for a concubine again! ”

Liu Jin smiled: "That's good." That's it, you're crying and sweating, and you're getting cold. Come on, serve a bowl of ginger soup to the eldest lady. ”

Chang Tian's superb performance made Wang Shouren, thousands of miles away, completely safe.

It's not safe, but it's not safe.

In the second year of Zhengde, May. Guizhou, Xiuwen County, Qixia Mountain.

Wang Shouren was covered in blood and held a waist knife, walking through the dense forest with bushes.

Chang Feng, Basha, and the three servants sent by Wang Hua to his son were all covered in blood and held waist knives in their hands.

Their blood marks were not cut by killers, but by thorny bushes.

Since entering the territory of Guizhou, it has become the norm to climb mountains and mountains and open the way with waist knives.

In just two hundred miles, they walked for two or three months.

In addition to thorny bushes, the mountains are also infested with fierce beasts from time to time.

Three days ago, they even encountered a tiger. Basha and Chang Feng used two scorpion crossbows and fired six poison-coated crossbow arrows at it. Only then did he barely get hurt by the tiger.

Rao is like this, the arm of a servant of the Wang family is still scratched by a tiger, the tiger's claws are poisonous, and the servant's arm is still swollen and high.

In addition to the tigers, what is even more difficult to deal with is the elusive poisonous snake. If you are not careful, you may be bitten and you may die.

It was a journey full of difficulties and dangers.

If Guizhou in the Ming Dynasty had beautiful mountains and rivers and roads everywhere, it would not have become a distribution place for criminals.

The crowd braved the scorching sun and trekked through the mountains for two more hours. Seeing that the sky is about to get dark.

The servant surnamed Huang led by him suddenly stopped leaving.

Lao Huang had already collapsed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Young Master Shouren, it's not that the little ones are disloyal. Master let us accompany you to Guizhou and serve by your side. He never said that birds don't poop in this hellish place! ”

Chang Feng frowned: "Lao Huang, what do you mean?" ”

Wang Shouren waved his hand towards Chang Feng: "Let Lao Huang finish speaking." ”

Lao Huang said: "Young Master Shouren, you will be merciful, let the three of us go back!" If we go any further, the three of us will die! ”

"It's not that we're being unfaithful. How can the ants of the earth steal their lives, let alone people? ”

Wang Shouren said: "If you want to leave, I will definitely not force you to stay." You're right, it's human nature to survive. But I have brought you to a place of death. Let's go. ”

Lao Huang and the other two servants knelt down for Wang Shouren: "Thank you, Young Master Shouren!" ”

Wang Shouren said: "That's it." Go back the way you came. ”

If the three servants were granted amnesty, they turned around and left.

Chang Feng said: "You just let them go like this?" ”

Wang Shouren said: "I don't like to do the most difficult things in my life. Let them go, I'm already in trouble, why bother others again? ”

Chang Feng sighed: "You are too kind." ”

Wang Shouren uttered a philosophical sentence: "If you don't do evil, you do good." If you do not do good, you are evil. ”

Night falls.

The three of them set up a simple tent out of cowhide. He picked up some dead branches and leaves, and made a fire.

Fire is used not only to drive away beasts, but also to drive away mosquitoes.

Mosquitoes swarm in the mountains of Guizhou. If you don't try to drive it away, let alone a human, even a cow will be smothered alive.

Wang Shouren stood in front of the fire, looking up at the starry sky.

The sky is dotted with stars. The stars here are obviously brighter than in the capital!

In the sinister environment, Wang Shouren did not feel depressed at all. Instead, it raises a philosophical question.

Wang Shouren pointed to a crescent moon with his hand: "Brother Chang Feng, I remembered a poem I wrote when I was ten years old. ”

Chang Feng replied: "I would like to hear about it." ”

Wang Shouren chanted: "The mountain is near the moon and the moon is far away, so the mountain is bigger than the moon." If a man has eyes as big as the sky, he should see the mountains and the moon wider! ”

Chang Feng was surprised: "This poem is similar to the story of the two children arguing in "Liezi Tangwen". Brother Shouren was only ten years old at the time, and he began to read "Liezi"? ”

Wang Shouren shook his head slightly: "At that time, I hadn't read "Liezi" yet. ”

A ten-year-old boy, without being inspired by the stories of the sages, actually realized what later generations called "dialectics".

What about a prodigy? It's a child prodigy!

It can be seen that saints will show something different from ordinary people from a young age.

Wang Shouren slapped a mosquito that landed on his cheek with his hand: "Compared with the court, Longchangyi is just a small corner. ”

"But on the other hand, compared with the vast world, the court is a real small corner!"

Chang Feng praised: "Brother Shouren is really broad-minded! ”

Wang Shouren's next few sentences were recorded in the history books: "The world is so big, although it is thousands of miles away from home, where can you not go, where can you not do?" ”

"Scholars must be Hongyi, there is a long way to go! Benevolence is its own responsibility, isn't it also important? Death is gone, isn't it far away? ”

Not all literati are shameless.

In the long history of the distant past, there has always been such a minority among the literati, who do not take pleasure in things, do not take sorrow for themselves, and take the world as their own responsibility.

Even in the face of adversity, they are not thinking about how to be alone, but how to create a bright science that can enlighten future generations, and raise a torch in the long night of Chinese civilization.

The few in this group of minority literati will eventually become great sages. One or two of the great sages, like the morning star, will become a saint!

Chang Feng was moved to tears by Wang Shouren's words.

The hard-hearted butcher is forty-three years old, and tears are becoming more and more common.

Twenty-five years of Jinyiwei's career has made him accustomed to fake benevolence and false righteousness, deceit, and intrigue

Sometimes he even thinks that the world is nothing but darkness.

He was lucky to meet Wang Shouren, who was hungry on the side of the road, in the winter of the twenty-second year of Chenghua.

It was people like Wang Shouren who made him understand: There is light in the world!

The boundless darkness, in the face of the fire of light, is nothing but a weak evil child.

Sooner or later, the flame of light will illuminate everything in the world!

The world of Datong will be realized one day, even if it takes 100,000 years!

(There should be an Internationale here.) Because it's an indigenous history, it's okay to wear it to avoid flirting. ）

Although the starry night talk is full of classical romanticism. But romantic times are always short-lived.

The morning light illuminates Qixia Mountain. The arduous road continues.

Wang Shouren, Chang Feng, and Basha still chopped thorns with waist knives, and forced themselves to open a way to the future in a desperate situation.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

But in the village. It's on fire!

The three of them walked out of Qixia Mountain, and there was finally no towering tree in front of them. It is already possible to see the outline of the Dragon Field Station.

However, there seems to be a fire on the side of the Dragon Field Station!

The so-called Longchang Station is nothing more than three adobe houses. Thatch is the top.

Black smoke billowed from the roof of one of them.

The post station should have a post road. But the so-called post road has been covered with weeds, and only a rough trace can be seen.

Obviously, the officials passing by would rather walk a few hundred miles more than avoid this ghost place.

The three of them quickened their pace. After walking for half an hour, I finally arrived at Longchang Station.

A white-haired, seventy or eighty-year-old post man came to the three of them.

Wang Shouren arched his hand: "But Sun Laoyicheng? In Xia Wang Shouren, he is here to replace you. ”

Sun Laoyicheng actually asked a question that Wang Shouren didn't expect, and even feces and urine didn't expect: "Wang Yicheng, how many years has it been Hongzhi now?" Ah yes, it's the twenty years of Hongji, right? ”

Chang Feng on the side was dumbfounded: "Sun Laoyicheng, Lord Hongzhi has been dead for two years, don't you know?" It's the second year of Zhengde! ”

Sun Laoyi said: "Ah, the year name has changed!" It's been two years since no one came to the Dragon Farm. ”

Wang Shouren was surprised: "According to the system, the local county government of the post station will send grain, rice, forage, and supplies every other month!" ”

Sun Laoyi smiled bitterly: "The Xiuwen County Ya only sends people once every two years. Give me enough to chew for two years. ”

Wang Shouren asked, "Two years?" Won't the grain rot? ”

Sun Laoyi said: "The grain and rice are placed in a large urn, and the bottom of the urn is covered with dry wattle grass, covered with a straw curtain, and compacted with soil. Barely edible. ”

Chang Feng asked: "Sun Lao Yicheng, what about the post guard?" According to the regulations, there should be three post guards in Longchang Station. ”

Sun Laoyi replied: "I also serve as a post officer." I'm alone, and there's no one else. ”

Chang Feng asked again: "According to the regulations, there should be two cooks in Longchangyi." ”

Sun Laoyi pointed at himself: "I also work as a cook." I'm alone, and there's no one else. ”

Chang Feng asked again: "What about the miscellaneous servants?" According to the regulations, there should be five miscellaneous servants in Longchangyi. ”

Sun Laoyi smiled bitterly: "Heh, I also serve as a miscellaneous servant." I'm alone, and there's no one else. ”

Chang Feng was dumbfounded: "The entire Longchang Station, just you?" How many years have you been here? ”

Sun Laoyi looked at the sky with cloudy old eyes: "I have to calculate carefully, I am the Longchang Station that has been in the thirteenth year of orthodoxy." At that time, I was nineteen years old, and I offended Xiu Wenzhi County and was secretly demoted by Mingsheng so far, it should be counted"

Chang Feng blurted out: "Don't forget it. Thirteen years of orthodoxy to sixty years now! It's a nail too. ”

Sun Laoyi nodded: "Oh, yes, yes, it's been sixty years." In the first twenty years of being here, there were still ten people at the inn. ”

"In the forty-fifth year, there are only four people left in the inn."

"By last year, the only handyman had also died. I'm the only one left. ”

"Alas, the sky has eyes! It's been 60 years, and I'm finally able to go back to my hometown and die. ”

If others hear Sun Laoyicheng's story, they will see themselves sixty years later from Sun Laoyicheng's pale hair.

The most feared thing is not ghosts, but despair.

The days at the end of the day are despair in despair!

If it were someone else, it would have collapsed on the spot.

Wang Shouren thought that it was: seventy-three, eighty-four, the king of Hades does not call himself to go. I am Chinese New Year's Eve and 6 years old. If you can live to seventy-three in the quiet place of Longchang, you will have thirty-seven years to study the science of light.

Wonderful!

The two completed the handover. In fact, there is nothing to hand over, nothing more than two stones of rice, one bacon, three broken adobe houses, one of which has been burned to the roof.

Before leaving, Sun Laoyi instructed Wang Shouren: "If you meet someone who speaks Chinese here, don't talk to him." ”

Wang Shouren asked, "Why?" ”

Sun Laoyi said: "In this place where birds don't, the Han people who come are either fugitives, or robbers who are hiding from officers and soldiers. ”

Wang Shouren was stunned: "Oh, remember." ”

Sun Laoyi Cheng said again: "Oh yes, don't talk to someone who speaks Miao dialect." The Miao people don't understand our language. ”

"You told him a happy New Year, and he thought you said I was going to kill your whole family."

"There is a Miao village ten miles away from Longchangyi, called Jifang Village. The Miao people in the chicken fir village are quite simple. ”

"At most, come to the post station every three or five times and set a fire or something. At most, the thatched roof of the adobe house was burned. Just burn it out and fix it again. ”

Chang Feng frowned: "Set fire?" Why did they set the fire? ”

Sun Laoyi replied: "The Miao people will come to set fire when they drink too much." If you drink too much, you will come to set fire to it. ”

Chang Feng gritted his teeth: "Burning the post station is a crime of rebellion!" How dare the Miao people of Jifang Village?! ”

Wang Shouren laughed out loud: "I said Brother Chang, put away the hat you used to commit rebellion in Jinyiwei." I'm afraid the Miao people here don't even know how to write the word 'rebellion'.

Chang Feng sighed: "Alas, I really responded to that sentence, and the poor mountains and bad waters came out of the people." ”

Wang Shouren said: "I believe that even Diao people can be educated into good people. At the beginning of human beings, sex was neither evil nor good. If you are corrupted, you become a wicked person. If you are educated by goodness, you become a good person. ”

"I'll change them!"

Chang Feng felt that Wang Shouren was a scholar.

The group of Miao people who set fires for fun and vented their anger still don't understand the language, how can they be changed?

Chang Feng didn't know that there was such a sentence about the number of words to earn manuscript fees: A person who can change a person who can't change is a saint.

Seeing off Sun Laoyi, Wang Shouren stood at the door of Longchang Yicheng, looking at the surrounding wilderness.

Not only is he confident that he can change the Miao people. Even confident that it can change this wilderness. Let this wilderness become a fertile soil full of melons and fruits.

(End of chapter)