Brave Yongkang prose

That evening, I looked up at Fangzheng Mountain, which seemed to be burning in the sunset, and then carefully twisted the red soil in my hand. The Yellow Emperor breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally a smile appeared on his gaunt face. He turned and waved, and the tired team immediately cheered behind him.

Soon, in this hilly area covered with hazel trees, a legend began to be handed down from generation to generation: once upon a time, the Yellow Emperor traveled all over the Yellow River to cast Baoding, but finally set up a melting pot here.

Yongkang is indeed a strange land, located in the south of the Yangtze River, with the same apricot blossoms and misty rain, and the same flowing water people, but it is difficult to feel the unique softness and lightness of the south of the Yangtze River-both belong to the same vein mountain, and once they enter the boundary of Yongkang, they become rock red. The same tree was born in Yongkang, and I don't know when it may become a rugged rock (Yongkang is the most famous place for pine fossils). The people here are not quite like quiet and graceful southerners: there are thousands of businessmen in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, but what they are best at is fiddling with heavy hardware and forging and beating all day long to make a small town prosperous; Even what they say is completely different from Wu Nong's soft language. It's blunt and short, and it doesn't roll its tongue or drag. It is difficult for outsiders to understand, and it also makes jokes that are regarded as Japanese in other places.

The ancient Lizhou has a tenacious spirit beyond latitude. Perhaps this is why the Yellow Emperor chose to cast a tripod here. After the Yellow Emperor's "casting", this kind of car-scrapping became more and more solid, which made the land and water always clank with iron bones and showed its unique charm in the long March of history.

Now, let's listen to the sounds of several stones that have traveled through time and space, but have always lingered on this land.

It is sonorous and distant, like knocking on a rusty ancient tripod.

one

During the reign of Renzong in the Northern Song Dynasty, Yazhou, Hainan.

In a shabby house among coconut trees, Ding Wei of Song Dynasty was sitting at the window, leafing through a book of poems. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He reached for the bronze mirror on the table, looked back and forth and studied it carefully. His face is not good, even some JianZuiHouSai, but after watching it for a long time, Ding Wei had a faint smile on the Song Dynasty. He found that his beard and hair were still black and shiny, not at all like a man in his fifties, much less like a guilty official exiled to the ends of the earth.

A few years ago, Ding Wei, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, was over 10,000 people under one person, and even Kou Zhun, who had made outstanding achievements, was suppressed by him. But the tables have turned, and I was accidentally knocked down by a sap and sent to this remote wilderness. On the island at the end of this world, Ding Wei has seen through the world of Song Dynasty. When cooking oil was burned, I was surrounded by flatterers, wishing I couldn't cut the liver and expel the gallbladder, for fear that I wouldn't be able to squeeze in front of me; As soon as I fell down, the tree fell apart with a bang, not to mention those former colleagues who were eager to burn letters and destroy books and try their best to distance themselves from each other. Even the guests who have been supporting themselves for many years dare to ask questions.

This is the way of the world, Ding Wei put down the bronze mirror with a wry smile. Just then, someone knocked at the door. Song Zheng: I've been alone on this island for so long. Who will find you? Is the court finally going to do it Thought of here, Ding Wei Song Dynasty turned a little pale, but after all, he was the prime minister for many years, got up and adjusted his clothes and stepped forward.

After opening the door, Ding Weisong was shocked again: a lean man stood in front of the door with a heavy burden and sweating. Song Dynasty saw Ding Wei put down his burden, bowed down and said respectfully, "My master says hello to Xianggong!" Submit a letter immediately.

Song Dynasty immediately returned to absolute being, and he knew who it was without opening the letter. He knows very well that under such a sinister situation, only one person in the world dares to cross the ocean to offer condolences: Hu Ze, Hu Ze of Yongkang! Song dynasty quickly lifted the man up, but the corner of his eye was shiny.

The thought of Hu Ze warmed his heart, but then he felt guilty. He knew that Hu Ze was having a hard time now, because he himself was implicated and was demoted to Xinzhou to become a local official. And everyone knows that his opponent will never give up easily, and Hu Ze's fate is in jeopardy, but he is still not shy and sends people not far from Wan Li to visit him every year. ...

Ding Wei of Song Dynasty grabbed Hu Ze's letter and shed tears unconsciously.

Many years later, Fan Zhongyan, a famous minister, made special mention of this matter when he wrote an epitaph for Hu Ze. In addition to praising Hu Ze's "loyalty", his works also expressed infinite feelings: "This is another human difficulty!"

two

In the first month of the fifth year of Xichun in the Southern Song Dynasty, lanterns, firecrackers, songs and dances made Lin 'an, the capital, jubilant.

As the night deepens, drum music becomes scarce. A humble inn was about to close when a man came in. The shopkeeper looked at it a little and immediately greeted him with a big smile. There are countless readers who open the inn, and he can see at a glance that the customer is serious. Although he is dressed in plain clothes, he has a paunchy chest and cold nostrils. He must be an official, and he is probably not young.

It's just that it's so late. Is it a blessing or a curse for such people to patronize their own stores? The shopkeeper was very upset when the man asked, "Do you have a guest named Chen Tong here?" Hearing this, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to answer, "Oh, you mean that scholar, don't you-"The man interrupted him impatiently with a wave of his hand and said, "Take me to his room!"

The shopkeeper politely took the man to the door of a room upstairs; The man waved again and told him to go away quickly. Shopkeepers were afraid to say much and stepped back carefully, but when they turned around, he was surprised to find that at the moment, the once fierce man had become smiling and a little flattering; Then he heard a polite knock at the door.

At the same time, at the foot of the back wall of this inn, a man is holding his long skirt, wrapped around his waist, and struggling to climb up with his hands and feet. It took him a lot of effort to climb over the wall, let go and plop down on the dirty mud. He didn't get up at once, just sat awkwardly and laughed wildly.

All this falls in the eyes of the man upstairs who is served by the store as a big official. The shopkeeper didn't guess wrong. He is indeed a great official. He is a celebrity around the emperor. That night, he came to visit "Chen Tong" excitedly, ready to tell him a good news: the emperor was shocked to read the book he had read, and asked him to be an official-of course, his main purpose was not to report good news, but to bring this potentially useful talent into his account. But in the moonlight, Yico Zeng recognized the man who fled over the wall, and that was obviously the Chen Tong he was looking for!

How dare a cloth man look down on himself so much! Once the tendons on his forehead suddenly jumped, hideous and gloomy.

Chen Tong is Chen Liang from Yongkang. He came to Beijing this time just to write a letter to Emperor Xiaozong and analyze state affairs. In his view, there are few excellent people in the world, and they are all ignorant fools. Yico Zeng, who later entered Xing Xing Biography, is even more difficult to enter his eyes-how can an open hero stand such a dirty prostitute!

It's not that I don't know the insidious means of Yico Zeng people. It's a big deal to kick down the ladder and go back to the countryside! I am Chen Liang for thousands of years for the country of the Great Song Dynasty, not to earn my own jobs!

"Because I was angry in court, I thought it was crazy." ("Song History? Chen Liangchuan ")

After the three books were connected, there was no more noise in the court, and the cat angrily returned to the east.

three

"I'll go." Wu Jiangxue said simply, don't see any expression on her face.

This is June in the thirteenth year of Kangxi. It was supposed to be a hot solar term, but in Yongkang, everyone felt cold and unforgettable.

Since the Wu Sangui rebellion last year, various governors have ulterior motives; Geng Zhongjing, the king of Jingnan, finally couldn't help it, and he also made a rebellion in Fujian. He sent general Xu to lead 50,000 rebel troops to the north and captured Longquan, Suichang, Songyang and Jinyun counties all the way. By June, the front lines of the soldiers had reached Yongkang. Rebels are everywhere, killing and looting. Serenade in Yongkang, there is no danger to defend. People in the city can't escape, and they shouldn't call for help, so they have to endure their fate all their lives. The old people have put on the shroud at the bottom of the wardrobe, and the women and children have cried.

In desperation, Xu said over there, "If you give it, you can avoid the massacre in the whole city!" " The official gentry township old suddenly refreshed; But when I think about it carefully, I am worried again. Who doesn't know that Wu Jiangxue is strong-willed? After her husband died, she vowed to give up drinking, so she could be persuaded to be a thief? But the butcher's knife is already around his neck. What else can we do? No way, I had to choose a virtuous person for several years, and hurried to the back hall to get the bride's family, muttering for a long time about Xu's request.

Surprisingly, Wu Jiangxue agreed almost without thinking. Everyone felt relaxed when they heard this, only to find that each other's chests and backs were sweating, and some people shook their fans awkwardly.

Wu Jiangxue ignored them and turned back to his room.

After receiving the reply, Xu was overjoyed. Wu Jiangxue's unparalleled talent has long made his mouth water, but he didn't expect his dream to come true today. He immediately sent someone to meet him. He was on pins and needles in the camp. Of course, he did not forget to give the order, and the army immediately marched, bypassing Yongkang and rushing to Jinhua.

Several old footmen helped Wu Jiangxue ride on a red horse, and an old soldier took the reins and left Houtang Lane step by step. The crimson snow is all white, even if the old maid wears her mouth, she won't change it to red. She rode on a horse, still expressionless and coldly silent. Those big mommies are Xu's confidants. They were talkative at first, but somehow, they were so angry that they couldn't say anything. A group of people just walked silently.

"I want to drink water." Suddenly, Wu Jiangxue broke the silence. The veteran stopped the horse, took the skin and looked around. There is a cliff not far ahead, and there is a faint sound of running water under the cliff. He hurried over.

Wu Jiangxue stared at the cliff with cold light in his eyes. The old maid next to her saw it and suddenly became cold and silent. Wu Jiangxue slowly lowered his head, smiled at her and stroked her sideburns. She was so graceful that even an old maid couldn't help looking at her.

At this moment, Wu Jiangxue suddenly waved-she quietly took a hair clasp from the barber shop just now-and stabbed the horse's hip. The horse groaned in pain and shot an arrow at the cliff.

In the scream of the old footman, Wu Jiangxue fell off the cliff with his horse and man.

The veteran who was bending over to fetch water looked up in panic and saw a red and white cloud blooming in the air.

Yu Hui: Yongkang characters are hooked.

Lin Dazhong, a native of Southern Song County. Han Biaozhou, a powerful minister, has been repeatedly impeached and dismissed from office for more than ten years. He was advised to study to avoid disaster. Dazhong resolutely replied: "You can't get happiness, but you can avoid disaster?" As tough as ever.

Meng Yingming can vote for Ren Ying in the Southern Song Dynasty. When he was appointed as a judge, there was a famine in his jurisdiction and he opened a warehouse for disaster relief without receiving an order from the DPRK. After the crime, he appealed against his guilt. As the saying goes, "I'd rather sin than die."

Wu Siqi was a native of Wu before the Song and Yuan Dynasties. Crime against powerful people, resignation and seclusion; Wu Song, linen shoes, mournful lament; There is no spare money in the family, and it is often hungry and cold. It is strictly forbidden to be an official in the new dynasty.

Hu was a human being, and Song and Yuan were tourists. When Jianchang became secretary, Cheng Wenhai was very famous in China, and the imperial court was arrogant. Offenders were afraid to ask, so they built city gates, encroached on official roads, and the eldest son was ordered to demolish them.

Thank you. Thank you tomorrow. He was supervised by the empire, dared to speak out when things happened, did not avoid powerful people, put an end to rape and prohibited violence, and was called "king" by the ruling and opposition parties.

Hu Ying, a native of Ming Gushan. There was a famine in Tingzhou, Fujian, and thousands of hungry people made trouble. Ride alone to calm it down, use it to appease Wei, and everyone apologizes.

Cheng, a rocker in Qing Dynasty. When he was in charge of the Yellow River, when he met the autumn flood, he opened a business and personally commanded; At that time, the river surged and the dike was in danger. Someone advised him to take refuge temporarily, and when he opened his business, he sternly reprimanded: "I moved, and tens of thousands of creatures are all fish and turtles!" So I stood in the water and tried my best to protect the bank.

Pan Guo's sacred purpose is clear and benevolent. For the officials to be honest, the people call it "Pan Qingtian"; After more than 30 years as an official, I returned to my hometown with nothing but books and luggage. There are no maid servants at home, only a son and a grandson are around.