The sunlight shining directly on the exposed skin seemed to barely make up for some of the coldness caused by the exposure.
The wind is very light.
He slightly pulled Cui Hou's messy hair, as if he wanted to count how many hairs in his hair had turned gray.
The thorns are very thick.
It is rough and toothy, and if you move it a little, it will draw bleeding marks on the skin.
The skin is very white.
I am used to wearing brocade robes and satin to hide from the wind and sun, but now I need to be exposed to the outside and be exposed to all the eyes that contain all kinds of flavors.
Slate is very hard.
When I walk on it on weekdays, I don’t feel any unnecessary pain at all. But when I kneel on it now, not long after, my knees are already screaming with coldness and pain.
"Look, hey, isn't this the one?"
"Chirp..."
"What?"
Cui Hou lowered his head and disheveled his hair. This was the responsibility he shouldered as a father. He did not properly discipline his child, failed to guide him at the right time, and failed to correct mistakes in time when he discovered them...
It's easy to give up, but hard to take on.
He was very fierce and tough in front of his children, but he lowered his head here. Cui Hou never thought that at his age of nearly half a century, he would still need to do such a thing, but he had to do it.
Unless Cui Hou wants to simply abandon his son, like abandoning a sick cat or dog. Of course, this is convenient and satisfying for Cui Hou, but what about his son?
If you make a mistake, admit it and accept the punishment.
This is Cui Hou's concept, and he believes that by being beaten, taking responsibility, and being punished, he can save his children from suffering and punishment, and he thinks that maybe the children will remember this lesson.
There were many civil servants going to and from the Huqi Mansion. Anyone who passed by would glance sideways, then walk a few steps quickly, and couldn't help but look back again, trying to see Cui Hou's face clearly among the messy hair hanging down.
Cui Hou's expressions included some sighing slightly, some raising his eyebrows, and some deliberately coughing twice before striding past.
When did his child suddenly go awry? Cui Hou thought about it, but he couldn't recall it. It seemed like a sudden change, but also like an evolution again and again.
Cui Hou took a breath and tried to straighten his body.
Sad, but more helpless, the kind of helplessness that you have all your strength but don’t know which way to use it. If possible, Cui Hou is willing to sacrifice his own life in exchange for the survival of his children, I hope...
I hope, my child, I will grow up quickly and my father will grow old...
I support this home to protect myself from the wind and rain, but I don’t know if I can survive this storm, and I don’t know how many more storms I can survive.
Just take it as long as you can.
The buzzing sound around him became louder and louder, and the place scratched by the thorns began to bleed, sliding down his back, drawing a red line, and dripping on the ground.
A pair of boots came in front of me.
Above the boots is heavy iron armor.
Cui Hou slowly looked up.
Xu Chu nodded towards Cui Hou, "My Lord, you are invited!"
"I... thank you, my lord..." A stone fell halfway in Cui Hou's heart, and he started to shake a little. He wanted to thank you, but he fell to the ground.
"Come here! Go get some ginger soup quickly!" Xu Chu stepped forward to help him, then waved for two guards and took Cui Hou in.
The sunlight shines through the front yard, passes through the cloister, flows between the brocade robes of big and small officials, shines on the eaves and tiles of the Yamen of the Hussar General's Mansion, and then shines in from the window lintel on one side of the Government Hall, and on the other side of the hall
There were some gorgeous patterns carved on the mat, and it was quietly hung on the corner of the screen with red patterns and gold lines on a black background behind Fei Qian's desk, and he was looking at Fei Qian below.
Logically speaking, Cui Hou's son is incompetent and Fei Qian should be happy.
However, Fei Qian didn't feel that he had any joyful emotions at the moment...
Some monarchs must have some excuses when they like their subordinates, because these excuses allow the monarch to easily deal with these subordinates when necessary. This includes but is not limited to occupying land, oppressing good people, accepting bribes, pretending to be public for personal gain, etc., and even
They believe that those who have a handle are good comrades, and those who have no handle must create a handle. If there is none, they will be dismissed or even killed.
Without the braids in my hands, I can't sleep well.
Is this way of governing effective?
perhaps.
But in fact, these handles are temporary and of no use. Even if he can control a generation, the king will grow old and die, and under his pigtailing strategy, the ministers he will produce will inevitably
They all have stains, and after the death of the previous generation of kings, in order to cover up these stains, these ministers will inevitably choose a stupid second generation.
Depicting stupidity as mellow, describing clumsiness as simplicity, and rendering dullness as benevolence, a generation of "wise" kings was born. The people who didn't know what was going on cheered for joy, and the noble ministers who knew what was going on laughed secretly. As for the dynasty? It's not their own.
, screw him to death.
Therefore, Cui Hou's son has no obligation to dedicate his youth to Fei Qian's great cause, let alone make any sacrifices. He can't help but think that his old man is a fool. Why does he work so hard and be so obedient? If you can't say these three sentences together, you just look at each other.
The two dislike each other, and in the end they take advantage of the time when the other father is rich and powerful to eat, drink, have fun, go whoring, gamble, and take baths in the sauna. Isn't it just a matter of course?
Just like the children and grandchildren of Sima Yi in history. And then it's like the Sima family. They thought their son's trumpet was useless, so they went to practice a trumpet? What then? The bastard, uh, the eight bastards were dissatisfied!
I won’t mention Sima Yi. A millennium fox is like a reincarnation. Who is Sima Yi’s wife? Li Shihua? No, it seems to be Zhang Shihua. She should be regarded as a virtuous lady, well-informed and knowledgeable about ancient and modern times? Logically speaking
, the couple's genes are not bad, and their education level can be considered to be at the current first-class level, but they still gave birth to a mediocre person with a son worth a thousand bolts of cloth and a mink worth less than a dog's tail.
Cui Hou walked in and prostrated himself on the ground. The thorn sticks had been removed and preliminary treatment had been given to the wounds on his back.
"Lord..."
Fei Qian nodded, "Sit."
Cui Hou burst into tears. After thanking him again, he sat on one side humbly.
Fei Qian raised his eyes and saw that Cui Hou's snot and tears were half real and half fake. After all these years, who doesn't know who...
But Fei Qian had no intention of exposing half of Cui Hou's disguise. After all, it would be the same for another person. Even with the same surname, problems like this would still arise, not to mention that Cui Hou has a foreign surname after all.
Fei Qian did not ask questions immediately, but instead thought about it, tapping the table with his fingers habitually, making a sound like a woodpecker knocking at an insect.
Problems come one after another, from the collapse of the Qingliang Hall in the Weiyang Palace to the accident of Cui Hou's son in the Han Dynasty Chamber of Commerce. Although they seem to be two completely different things, Liu Xi and Cui Hou have no close connection, but they
The two people's questions pointed in the same direction.
The next generation.
For people like Fei Qian who belong to the previous generation, this level should be people like Pang Tong, Xun You, or Cui Hou. On the one hand, they grew up with Fei Qian since childhood, and on the other hand, they have eaten a lot.
I have experienced some hardships, and I understand that my current position is hard-earned, and I will not easily think about things that I have and don't have, so the next generation is often the one who has problems.
For example, Liu Zhen.
Liu Zhen is the new young man who came to join us. From a certain point of view, he has never shared the hardships with Fei Qian. He only wants to share the joys and sorrows.
The same goes for Cui Hou's son. Maybe in that guy's mind, anyone who plays with him and makes him happy is a good person, and anyone who asks him to learn, grow and do things is a heinous person...
Fei Qian sighed slightly and stopped tapping his fingers on the table.
Originally, seeing that Sichuan, Shu and Hanzhong were about to be pacified, I thought I could take a break and take a breath. Now it seems that I am about to get busy again. After so many years, since I have embarked on this road, it seems that I can no longer stop.
Even if I occasionally want to stop and be lazy, I feel like there is a pair of invisible hands pushing me forward...
If you are unhappy, you still have to do something, and you have to do it when Fei Qian is not too old. If he is really like Cui Hou at this age, running for half a century, then the son of the family
It's such a tune again. It's just for ordinary people. After all, they are just prodigal at most. The higher the power and the more wealth, the more evil wolves and tigers will be attracted. The old ones will die, and the young ones will be incompetent.
, is the end of only one family being ruined! Gu
The key is that Fei Qian suddenly thought of someone and something...
Suddenly I felt something similar.
However, due to certain restrictions, we cannot use the name in vain or describe the story...
Fei Qian stood up, walked a few steps forward, paused briefly, and said to Cui Hou, "Come with me."
Cui Hou quickly stood up, and then the two of them led a small number of guards to a corner of the General's Mansion. There were sentry towers on each of the four corners of the General's Mansion, responsible for guarding the inside and outside.
Fei Qian took Cui Hou up to the observation tower, pointed in a direction ahead and said: "Brother Yongyuan, please look..."
Cui Hou took a step forward, stood at the edge of the sentry tower, looked in the direction of Fei Qian's finger, and said with some hesitation: "The Lord is pointing to... Zuixian Tower?"
Fei Qian nodded slightly.
The business of Zuixian Tower is obviously very good. Although there is some distance and the characters and objects look very small, thanks to the sunny weather today, you can still roughly see the activities being held in Zuixian Tower.
Banquet. People are coming and going, and the flow is endless. Women in brightly colored clothes are like butterflies, flying here and falling to another place. Even if there is no sound here, you can still imagine that they are drunk.
The fairy tower must be extremely noisy and lively.
"I heard that your son also often goes to Zuixian Tower?" Fei Qian asked calmly.
Zuixianlou, Zuixianjiu, if the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.
Flowers are charming, and flowers are confusing to the eye. If flowers are not charming, people will be fascinated by them.
It is such a noisy and lively place, and it is also a place where people are obsessed with life and money. Naturally, it is the favorite of someone like Cui Houzhi's son, who spends a lot of money there.
"The dog...is incompetent..."
Cui Hou was about to kneel down and kowtow to apologize to Fei Qian again, but Fei Qian held him back and said, "Don't rush to talk about sins first... first take a look, is there any difference between this Zuixian Tower... and before?"
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Zuixian Tower was burned down during the previous "fraud scandal", and the current Zuixian Tower was rebuilt on the original basis.
Cui Hou was stunned for a moment and looked carefully, "It seems... there is no difference..."
Fei Qian nodded and asked: "So...where are the people in the building today? Are they different from the people yesterday...?"
"This..." Cui Hou suddenly realized that the so-called "separation" asked by Fei Qian didn't seem to be that simple, so he hesitated and thought.
Fei Qian glanced slightly at Cui Hou and then looked into the distance.
The sun shines down from the sky, shining on every house in Chang'an City, falling on every street, and touching the eyes of every person who is busy there.
From a certain perspective, this is a brand new city, the new Chang'an.
This new Chang'an belongs to Fei Qian, to the interest group of generals who have grown up, worked hard, and struggled with Fei Qian. In this group, some frictions are inevitable, but most of them still move towards the same goal.
One direction is moving forward.
Nowadays, the tricolor flags of the Cavalry Generals are spread all over the north and south, as far away as the desert, and reaching the Western Regions. It can be said that a new era seems to be just around the corner, and a new world is unfolding...
That's right, it seems that everyone is waiting to welcome the coming of a new era. Although this new era may require more efforts and efforts, the feeling of getting closer and closer will always make people feel that they are getting closer.
People who have been working in this direction for a long time are happy, excited, happy and uplifted.
How can you not be happy when you see victory coming soon after years of struggle?
But when Fei Qian stood on the high platform and looked at Chang'an in front of him, he found that under the sun, there was still countless darkness, hiding under the walls, hidden in the cracks of bricks, even on people's robes, and in the ends.
In the glass of wine, under the fluttering skirt of the dancer.
Some people are facing the sun with their heads raised and smiling, while others are lowering their heads and secretly grinding their teeth.
Some people welcome the new era and new changes with joy, while others are still nostalgic for their old masters and past glory.
The birth of a new era means the death of the old era.
Who would die willingly? Even a dog would struggle before death, let alone these old-era scholars, powerful, high-ranking officials, and dignitaries?
Of course it’s fun to point out this and scold that from God’s perspective, but how many people in the situation can see clearly what’s in front of them and what’s ahead?
Fei Qian suddenly realized that it was not enough to train his own children just because of the problems faced by Liu Xi and Cui Hou's sons, because his children did not have as many friends as Fei Qian did back then...
How many places can one person's torch illuminate and how much darkness can be driven away?
The Zuixian Tower was destroyed, and the rebuilt Zuixian Tower came back.
The people who were in Zuixian Tower yesterday are gone. What is the difference between the people who are in Zuixian Tower today and those of yesterday?
Banquet, singing and dancing, fine wine and delicious food.
They exchanged glasses of wine, and their clothes were fragrant.
For a banquet, of course, it’s best to be happy and joyful. You don’t have to think about anything or say anything.
eat!
drink!
Block your mouth with wine and meat, cover your eyes with a bellyband, find someone to exercise with you when you are full, and lie down on the spot to sleep when you are drunk.
Have fun, no matter how wild, joy, luxury, just one word, cool!
Although the new era has not yet fully arrived, some people have already seen a bright future, a future that can be enjoyed as much as you want. With a drunken smile and crazy eyes, you start to enjoy it. The pain is too difficult and you don’t want to do it. It’s dirty.
Fools are the ones who are tired, they are shameless in doing things with their heads down, and cheating and cheating are the way to go!
Those guys in Longxi, Hanzhong, and Sichuan are the best examples. Are these people stupid? Maybe they are a little stupid, but they don’t think so. In their eyes, the new era is a devil that will devour their flesh and blood.
, will take away their accumulated wealth and make them lose their original status. Even if Fei Qian repeatedly emphasizes to them and outlines a new market and a new world, they still don't want to believe it and think Fei Qian is a liar.
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From a distance, you can see the Qinchuan River three hundred miles away.
In light and darkness, four hundred years of Han territory.
Fortunately, Fei Qian saw both light and darkness in the city of Chang'an.
"Family wealth, or son..." Fei Qian looked at Cui Hou, "Brother Yongyuan can choose one..."
Cui Hou took a long breath. He had expected it, but when the board actually fell, it still hurt like hell!
On one side is the coffin book that has been saved so hard, and on the other side is the lone seedling from a thousand miles away. Whichever one is discarded, half of one's life will be lost!
If you want to be cruel, what can you do with that good-for-nothing son? He might cause some trouble next time, and then you won’t even have the coffin to pay for it with your life? Although he is older now, he has not done anything in the past few years. I can give birth to a baby, but maybe I can have an extra baby next year? To take a step back, if it is really impossible to find Cui Jun to adopt an adopted baby, it is still a plan.
Cui Hou gritted his teeth and became more and more cruel in his heart, but in the end he couldn't help but burst into tears, "I...I still choose the...unfilial son..."
As soon as he said the words, Cui Hou felt that a golden light was scattered in front of his eyes, as if countless gold and silver had wings and scattered like meteors, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Standing on the observation deck, he could only hold on to the guardrail. It was as if if he didn't do this, his legs would give out and he would fall over immediately.
"Well..." Fei Qian nodded slightly, and then said, "Your money will be used to build a new residence next to Feixiong Xuan... It will be called Yongyuan Residence... In addition, Liu Xuande has now entered Jiaozhi. We urgently need to establish trade with Sichuan and Sichuan. Brother Yongyuan might as well take your son to take charge of this matter..."
Cui Hou was stunned.
Although everyone knows that the route from Nanzhong to Jiaozhi is not easy to walk, and the so-called caravan trade routes are basically very shallow and almost non-existent, but similarly, even the most ignorant people understand , the spices and pearls from Jiaozhi, as well as ivory, rhinoceros horn, tortoise shell, etc., almost all of them mean huge wealth...
The premise is to do it well.
This is almost equivalent to Fei Qian confiscating all of Cui Hou's family wealth, but it also gave Cui Hou a business path to make money, but it was full of hardships and required Cui Hou to develop it again. Of course, the most important thing is that it may bring Leading that unfilial son to take this path is equivalent to leading the child out of a dead end and towards a new life!
Cui Hou burst into tears and prostrated on the ground, "My lord...how can I not hesitate to break my head to repay my lord's kindness..."
