National Scholar (III)

In an instant, the flowers are full of branches, and every time spring comes, it is still brilliant.

Spring in Jiangnan came early. In February, flowers of all colors were bustling through the east wind, standing proudly at their fingers, and the markets on the streets became more and more lively. Even the hawking of newspaper boys sounded particularly pleasant.

"I bought the newspaper, I bought it, Marshal Mu broke through Dali, and the Duan brothers surrendered."

"Reading newspapers, reading newspapers, Su Ceyu defeated the Mongolian Tartars, and blood splattered in fishing."

"Look, take a look, the newly printed Peking New News, and the Peking Academy invented canned meat in iron will not break for three months."

"Look at the new things of the Academy of Sciences. The Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Department launched a linear seeder (Official History 1701, Jessello Tour), and the name was given by the emperor himself."

No need to read the news, listening to the hawking of newspaper boys is enough to make the people in the capital stand up straight. In the tea room, if one or two scholars take out copper and buy newspapers, they will hulala surrounded a large number of illiterate tea guests, urging the scholars to recite the contents on it. The compliments at this time can always make the readers' faces shine and clear their throats to meet everyone's requirements.

This news is also exciting. Since the 14th year of Hongwu, the great victory from Yunnan has been defeated by Dalima in the winter of Hongwu. First, Mu Ying led the Pingnan army to pursue the victory and the troops were at the city of Yunnan. The King of Liang was probably scared. It may have been because he saw that the situation was over. He left a letter to Mu Ying and did not kill the people. He raised fire at Hunayan. Yuan Zuo Cheng surrendered. At the same time, Fu Youde divided his troops to Wuza and attacked Guo Ying in front and back, defeated Shibu, defeated 70,000 Mongolian and Han coalition forces, and captured more than 200 generals from Shibu alive. Wumeng, Dongchuan, Bijie, and Mangmen surrendered. After Wuza was brought down, the Ming army moved to attack Dali. The Duan family's local chief was defeated in every battle, and it was entirely due to the terrain. Heqing, the masters of the caves in Lijiang and the village leaders came to join in the fun. They were defeated by Mu Ying's fire attack plan, and tens of thousands of strong people were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

The Duan family's chief had no reinforcements, so he had to guard Xiaguan of Dali. Mu Ying was unwilling to destroy the thousand-year-old ancient city, and he was sure to win, so he was not in a hurry and slowly discussed plans with everyone to break the enemy. Dali City was built on Cangshan Mountain, facing the Erhe River in the west, and there were two upper and lower passes, which were very dangerous. When the Duan family of Dali saw that the Ming army did not launch artillery to attack the city, they thought Mu Ying could not provide support, so they secretly called God to bless him. Unexpectedly, Mu Ying finished repairing the soldiers under the pass and followed Wang Feiyu.

In the remains of the map, Bai Shiguang secretly sent to secretly capture Shangguan. Fang Wenyong climbed the Cangshan Mountain and climbed around the indirect paths. Duan was only concerned about the front, but he did not expect that Bai and Fang suddenly led a large army from behind to fight in a hurry. However, Mu Ying killed him from the front again. At this time, even the Daluo god was about to panic. In less than half a day, Xiaguan was also lost, and Duan's entire army was wiped out. The Dali barrier was gone, and Duan couldn't help but disobeyed and sealed the treasury. The brothers surrendered.

"Well, this Duan is not strong enough, why don't he learn from King Liang? Although he is also a barbarian, he is very bloody." The person who listened to the newspaper shook his head and commented.

"What is the key to saving your life? The court is kind to the barbarians and will let them enjoy their old age." Another person dressed in a businessman was a matchmaker.

"Isn't it cruel to myself to be kind to the barbarians? I don't think this will happen. I learned it from Wang Feiyu, a woman's kindness."

"I don't know what happened to General Wang in the end. I have to remember the first achievements of Dali when I conquered Dali. I am a good man, but I am too soft-hearted." A guy with a Sichuan accent muttered in a low voice.

"I don't think so. This guy who is traitor actually threatens the commander for the Mongols. It's good that the emperor remembers his merits and will not destroy his clan. He is still waiting to make meritorious deeds, but there is no way to do so." A young man next to him said disdainfully.

"You can't say that. After all, massacre of cities is a barbarian. We in China cannot learn from barbarians." The old man sitting aside couldn't see it and whispered to defend Wang Feiyu.

This aroused many people's opposition. The scholar who was reading the newspaper put down the newspaper and said mockingly: "If you let go of the Mongolians, wait until they have the strength, and come and kill us again? If you are not my race, your heart will be different."

"I won't tell you that after reading so many books, I know the way of a saint. Young man, it's no harm to accumulate good deeds. During the Northern Song Dynasty, thunder struck a cow to death, and the words "white" were on his stomach." The old man looked at the young scholar impatiently and said angrily: "I heard that the Mongolians over there built a temple for Wang Feiyu, which was very effective. People's hearts are full of flesh, and God punished evil and promoted good."

Everyone stopped talking. Although the Master said that he did not speak strange powers and confused gods, everyone was still relatively restrained against ghosts and gods. Once someone was erected, no one would usually get angry at the statues in the temple. Whether it was effective or not, it would be better to cause trouble.

Wang Feiyu's temple was made of rotten bricks, and there was only one tablet inside. Since the winter of the 14th, the Mongolians of the past have been lit butter lamps here to thank him for their life. Over time, the merchants of the past also came in to pay their respects to their journey. Gradually, some miracles were spread, and the people who passed by were swearing as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes. Slowly, people also forgot the origin of this temple. With Taoist priests taking care of the incense inside, the temple gradually turned into red bricks and green tiles. Later, during the Yongle period, the flood of Baishi River, the tide ended in front of the Wang Feiyu Temple outside Qujing City, and the people in the whole city were protected. Later, it was said that a white horse general in black stopped the tide, followed the waves, as if the general Wang Feiyu was the same.

Wang Feiyu himself probably did not expect these honors and disgraces behind him. Perhaps he was no longer sober at that time, but he did what he thought he should do based on his instinct. In the spring of the 15th year of Hongwu, Yunnan was pacified, and Zhu Yuanzhang ordered the collection of bones of the fallen soldiers, and all the families of the fallen soldiers were paid for their merits. Wang Feiyu was also mixed among the soldiers and was commended. People quickly forgot him, and his deeds were also submerged in the vast historical books. In the early Ming Dynasty, there were many generous and tragic people, and in the bright starry sky, he was just a grain of sand and dust that embellished the Milky Way.

"A Su Ceyu drove the Mongols so that geese would not lay eggs, and gave the Ming Dynasty some time. The entire Austrian world would definitely belong to the Ming Dynasty." In the teahouse, the most talked about was how to lift three-foot swords to defeat the world. Every day, watching the carriage pull out the arms from the manufacturing bureau, and send them to the new army by water or land, victory seemed to be right in front of you.

"I think it takes less than a year. Will it take a few months for our Ming Dynasty to settle Yunnan?" There are always people who look down on war even more than the last general who licked blood on the knife. The last two cities in Yunnan, Heqing, were captured by Mu Ying and Fu Youde's coalition forces in early April of the 15th year of Hongwu. The commander-in-chief of Yunnan and the commander-in-chief of Yunnan were also established in April. The land of Tianfu, which had been separatist for hundreds of years since the Song Dynasty, returned to the territory of China, greatly encouraging the confidence of the scholars and officials in the country. Many people hoped to establish the same achievements as Ban Chao and Ma Yuan.

Everyone was willing to be a general, and no one asked the soldiers on the expedition whether they were willing to fight.

"In another year, mistress, let's stay in this place where birds don't poop for five years." On the vast prairie, a black-faced man asked to his companions.

The companion gently pulled the mount, and when the man behind him caught up, he replied helplessly, "Yes, since he went out with the old general in the eleventh year, it has been five years since he went out of the frontier. Next year, we can go home." This slightly younger man is called Xiaosaner, with his surname Zhao Xingsan. In the military, the soldiers like names and surnames, and shouted randomly. The black-faced man only had mistresses and Xiaosan called him, showing affection.

"Wait for another year and we can go home." The black-faced man said with emotion. Six years are enough to smooth out a person's ambition when he was young.

"Big man, I really envy those recruiting soldiers. It doesn't take so long. I really want to go back to my hometown to see you." Xiao Zhao said quietly, thinking of his hometown, a faint melancholy surged in his heart. Is the old willow tree at the bridgehead of his hometown still there? Is there still that little girl washing silk by the river? If the neighbor's younger sister has not moved away, she should be the mother of the child. I wonder if her husband will love her. Since she became a military citizen due to famine and became a military household for generations, Xiao Zhao has no hope of going home. In addition to making extraordinary achievements and becoming a general, the best outcome of the military household is to store a farmland in peacetime, marry a homeless woman on the border or other places, and give birth to a son who is destined to be a soldier to continue cigarettes.

After hearing his words, the man named Dazhou also felt a little homesick. He got off his horse and picked up a blade of grass and blew it low. He didn't know where to blow the reed tubes, and conquered people all over his hometown overnight. They were military households and were not allowed to leave their hometown. In order to comfort the border army in Hongwu, the court issued an order for anyone who served in the border army for six years to recruit soldiers. Now the two finally had the hope of going home. Seeing the Tara Sea green by the spring breeze, they all felt homesickness in their hearts.

The war horses seemed to be infected by their master's homesickness and slowly ran on the soft grassland. The blood-red mountain peaks in the distance were as bright as the morning glow in the sun. Daning City is now the pearl of the grassland where business travelers gather. There is no war-torn day, and the breeze blows the bowstrings of the warriors.

From a distance, I saw a flock of snow-like sheep rolling over the grassland. The younger Xiao Zhao gathered his thoughts, put his hands on his mouth into a trumpet shape, and shouted to the old Mongolian man who was grazing the sheep: "Old man Bilige, have you caught the spring fat? What is the price of wool this year?"

The old man saw the two of them, with a smile on his wrinkled face, and he put his hand on his mouth and shouted, "I've been caught by my husband." These two scouts often saw them, and they were almost the more time-consuming, so they were almost the old man's calculation of time. General Puying sent three waves of scouts. This was the first wave, and the second wave was ten miles away from the two. The third wave and the second wave were ten miles apart. After the three waves of scouts passed, the sun basically rose to its head.

When I rushed the flock to the river to drink water. The grassland was empty, and both of them echoed their voices. It took a long time to send back the echoes and slowly dissipated in the wilderness. A few sheep who were graze-walking was startled and ran away hurriedly. The old man hit his head with a stone thrown out by the sheep fork. He called out a "ba" and ran back to the team obediently. Several sheep rakes of unknown species raised their heads and turned their eyes to the scout in confusion.

"Go, go", old man Bilige calculated the time in his mind, rushing the flock of sheep, and a pile of white snow floated through the green sea. Life was good without using swords and weapons. These days, wool has been purchased by merchants. All kinds of wool are placed in the market in Daning City, and anyone can buy and sell it. Governor Puying is a good official. Under his rule, the Mongolians and Han people are treated equally, and the soldiers under his command do not disturb the people.

"Those two children are so good. Last year, I even erected a fence for me, but unfortunately they are Han people." The old man shook his head and watched Da Zhou and Xiao Zhao jog slowly away.

The spring sunshine always makes people feel warm, especially in the past six months of this year, where there is no green place, the vitality bursting out in spring is even more colorful. The lark's chirping leads the poetic feelings into the blue night. No matter where you go, you can hear the shepherd's loud songs accompanied by the spring.

"Xiao Zhao, what are you doing when you return to your hometown?" The blade of grass on the mouth of the black-faced man lost his resilience and could no longer blow the tune, so he simply threw it away and continued to tease Xiao Zhao for fun.

"I, go back and get married first, and then take it to my parents' grave to check it out, so that they can be happy," Xiao Zhao replied without hesitation.

There are three types of unfilial piety, no descendants are the greatest. Who among the traditional Han people does not want to have a lot of children? After the Central Plains has been in good times in recent years, people hope to raise children. Once the children have prospered, the ancestors will also have glory on their faces.

"What about you, a big man," Xiao Zhao finished answering and asked curiously about the dream of the black-faced man.

"I, I want to go home and be a carpenter. I will save some money to start a kiln." The man smiled honestly, "Don't laugh at me as stupid. Apart from being a soldier and fighting, I will be a carpenter. If I don't let me be a carpenter, I don't know what else I can do (the fourth tone)"!

"I won't laugh at you. I'm not laughing at you. Eating with both hands is not bothering. Besides, what's wrong with carpenters? I heard that the rich men named Yang in Peking were all carpenters."

"I have good luck, and with the support of Wu Hou, I met Wu Hou in the Beiping military camp that year before going out to the frontier." The great man's confidence in the future was obviously not as good as Xiao Zhao, who was a few years younger than him.

"Have you seen Wuhou?" Xiao Zhao suddenly grabbed his mount and didn't believe his ears, "Have you seen Wuhou, you haven't made a fortune or been promoted. Did Wuhou talk to you? What did you say? Learn it quickly, hurry up and quickly"?

The black-faced man smiled a little embarrassedly, unable to resist Xiao Zhao's constant questioning, and replied silly: "I said that, Wu Hou said, please give up the way, let's unload this car of mild steel."

"Well, why don't I ask you how to tell you? Why don't you ask Wuhou how to make money or how to fight?" Xiao Zhao wanted to take his partner down from his horse and throw it into the river. There was just a spring rain two days ago. The season in front of him had become a vast ocean, flowing northward.

"Who knew that he was Wuhou at that time. He wore the clothes of a county lieutenant and drove the car by himself." The man recalled the scene when he saw Wu'anguo, a smile rose from the corner of his mouth. This Wuhou was really different. The county lieutenant spoke so politely to me, a soldier.

"You really have you. You have seen several county magistrates driving their own carriages. There is only one in the world." Xiao Zhao was so angry that his stomach hurt when he was bent and he was rising and falling on his horse.

Suddenly, the black-faced man made a gesture to him, and the war horse suddenly stood up, and the knight who was laughing on the horse's back also put his hands on the cannon at his waist.

The black-faced man jumped off his horse, looked carefully at the land on the shore, grabbed a handful of mud and sand with his hands, put it under his nose and smelled it, frowned and said, "Zhao, have you found something wrong these days?"

"No, what's wrong, don't scare me"!

"It's not to scare you. Old Man Bilige used to talk about it every time he saw us, and often asked us to drink in his bag. He didn't seem to mention drinking in the past few days."

"I didn't mention it. I'm busy. You're not greedy for drinking." Xiao Zhao's eyes also felt suspicious. In order to ease the tense atmosphere, he still comforted the big man in a low voice and comforted himself.

"No," the big man shook his head and said, "The past few days, the shepherds around him seem to have tried their best to alienate us, and today there are five or six big sheep rakes in each shepherd's flock."

"Yes, those sheep rakes are not very grazeful." Xiao Zhao affirmed his companion's analysis and pointed his finger at a distance, "Look, it's like those heads over there, it seems that this shepherd has more sheep rakes."

The strong man looked back at Xiao Zhao and happened to see Xiao Zhao's inquiring gaze. The two nodded at each other and rode their horses one by one to the other toward the flock. The shepherd who was herding the sheep saw the two soldiers coming over and rushed the flock to avoid them nervously.

"Don't be afraid, I'll just come and take a look." The strong man greeted him kindly and tried to give the shepherd a smile.

The shepherd had to gather the flock of sheep, approached, and asked in Chinese as he walked: "Mr. Jun, do you want to eat mutton?"

"No, we saw these rams growing thick and not know what breed they were. I was curious, can you tell me?" The strong man got off his horse and slowly pushed away the sheep blocking the road, asking while walking. The Mongolians outside Daning were used to trading with merchants traveling in the city, and they would speak a few Chinese words. When the strong man asked, as long as he didn't speak too quickly, the shepherd could speak. But this time the strong man did not hear the expected answer.

He quickly stepped towards the ram, and slowly pressed his hand toward the musket at his waist. Before he could pull out his weapon, a whistle suddenly sounded from the flock, and a sheep with his head lowered suddenly rushed up beside him, kicking his front legs heavily against the waist of the black-faced strong man. Blood suddenly spurted out Lao Gao, where was the sheep, it was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Xiao Zhao, who was not far from the strong man, reached out and grabbed the cannon on his waist, ran wildly while using the fire stick to the cannon. The horse only ran a few steps, and several horse poles fell from the air at the same time. He turned his head desperately to the black man, who was once a brother who shared life and death with him. In the green grass, he only saw a big hand reaching into the air, spreading two to the sun, setting, and was so unwilling to accept it. The sheep rake that did not eat grass also stood up, and the thick Mongolian officer stopped hiding and threw away the horns on his head.

"Bah", Xiao Zhao bit his tongue and sprayed it on the Mongolian face that was pressed to death. He looked reluctantly at the last glance of the brilliant sunshine in spring and the distant mountains under the sun, as red as blood.
Chapter completed!