Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Six Biography for the Anti-thief
Zhang Ximeng held the pen for a long time, and the ink dripped and stained it black. He could only grab the paper, twist it into a ball irritably, and throw it on the ground.
This article is not easy to write. In fact, although Zhang Ximeng's literary talent is not worth mentioning compared to Zhu Jiajun's, when it comes to writing and reasoning, no one can match him.
But even so, he still found it difficult.
Because Zhang Ximeng wrote the previous articles so righteously and confidently, even if Wan Yangou was made to kneel down, it would only be a challenge to Zhang Ximeng who didn't care.
However, most of the people involved in this article are full of controversy, and there is no consensus on how to evaluate it. If you want to write it fairly and appropriately, it will really test your skills.
When it comes to uprising leaders, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang are fine, but what about Huang Chao and others?
Fang La's rebellion against the Northern Song Dynasty was certainly justified, but he was also the leader of Manichaeism. How should we evaluate such a person?
From Fang La to Peng Yingyu, they were almost carved out of the same mold, except that one was a Manichae and the other a White Lotus sect, one resisted the Northern Song Dynasty, and the other was bent on overthrowing the Yuan Dynasty.
Perhaps it can be said that the overthrow of the Yuan Dynasty was a confrontation with the barbarians, making them more brave and strong, which is worthy of boasting. But Peng Yingyu was not the only one who resisted the barbarians?
Famous ministers like Wen Tianxiang who fought against the Yuan Dynasty, famous generals like Yue Fei who fought against the Jin Dynasty... Going back further, the famous generals who fought against the Turks in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, or the fierce warriors who stood up one after another when the Five Barbarians were rampant in the Central Plains, Zu Ti, Huan Wen...
...or King Ran Min, one of the Ten Philosophers of the Net Temple.
Not to mention, Robber Zhi, who has long been recognized by Confucianism as a representative of evildoers...
There are so many controversial figures throughout thousands of years of history, dozens of dynasties, and ups and downs. The sand and dust of history have long covered up layers of dust. It is indeed a bit difficult to explain these things clearly.
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Zhang Ximeng hesitated several times, but finally could not put the pen to paper.
Articles are difficult to write!
Zhang Ximeng simply put down the pen in his hand and came out of his residence, wanting to relax and sort out his complicated thoughts.
Coincidentally, Zhang Ximeng found a temple not far away not far from the military camp. From the road, people kept passing by. It looked very prosperous with cigarette smoke.
Zhang Ximeng frowned. After a moment, he remembered, wasn't that the temple built in memory of the soldiers who died in the prisoner-of-war camp during the battle with Ni Wenjun?
Zhang Ximeng still clearly remembers that time a loyal minister of the Yuan Dynasty named Zhang Wengui died on the battlefield, with no bones left. There were more than a thousand warriors who left their lives here.
It seems like the incense in this temple is pretty good?
Zhang Ximeng was curious and walked over to see what was going on... He was young and tender-faced, wearing commoners and without any expensive accessories. He looked just like a poor student in the village.
, at best, more handsome in appearance, more distinguished in temperament, and taller... some of them, cumulatively, make them look less ordinary.
The elders and aunties who were also walking on the road subconsciously looked up to this young man.
What a handsome young man!
Whose child is this?
Are you married?
Do you need to introduce one?
The girl in our family is very good. She even entered school last year and can memorize the Three-Character Sutra. She is like a lady among everyone. Do you want to get to know her? Exchange her horoscopes?
Of course Zhang Ximeng didn't know what these aunts were thinking. He just looked around and saw that the road was obviously wider than before. The people used loess to pave the road and planted green bamboos on both sides.
As expected, it matches the temple very well.
Zhang Ximeng walked to the door and found an old man in front of the door, holding a broom and cleaning up the fallen leaves over and over again. While sweeping, he said to the people who came to worship: "Hurry up, there will be another hour
, it’s about to close. Go home early and don’t let your family worry about it.”
The people who came to burn incense had long been accustomed to the old man's nagging, and everyone responded with a smile. Some people simply took something out of the bamboo basket and gave it to the old man.
There are date cakes, eggs, and insoles.
"Old Uncle Li, take a good look at it, clean it carefully, and don't neglect it."
The old man took the things and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, if I don't serve the people in this temple well, I will go to the eighteenth level of hell when I die. Don't worry, I will have a cup of tea in the morning and evening, and a bowl of wine on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year.
During the festival, three animals are sacrificed... Even if I die, the incense in this temple will not be cut off."
At this time, someone else said: "You're right. When old Uncle Li can't do anything anymore, we will re-elect him. When they sacrificed their lives to keep us safe, we will let them continue to be remembered for generations to come."
The common people agreed enthusiastically, and people poured in one after another to pay homage to the heroes inside... Zhang Ximeng listened for a moment, but he did not go in, but walked up to the old man, smiled at him, and then said: "Old man, I am from out of town.
I’ve seen a lot of Taoist and Buddhist temples, and this place seems different from many places. Can you tell me what’s going on?”
When the old man heard this, he became energetic. He smiled and asked Zhang Ximeng to sit on the corridor next to him, and gave him a dog-skin mat.
"Young man, don't you know? Back then, that thief Ni Wenjun led tens of thousands of people and wanted to attack us. At that time, Tongling only had a few hundred soldiers and horses. There was such a difference. What do you think we should do? Just
Are you waiting to be beheaded?"
Zhang Ximeng said: "Of course it can't be done. Did you ask for help?"
"Asking for help? It was too late. Fortunately, there were still more than 20,000 warriors from the prisoner of war camp here with us. They stood up and fought with that Ni Wenjun desperately to save Tongling... You don't know, that battle was so good
It's so miserable, just to take human lives to pay for it! They are all good men, tough-minded, no one is afraid of them. They all risked their lives and risked their lives. Without them, we, the people of Tongling, are all finished."
When talking about these things, the old man opened up his chat box and talked endlessly. He said the words he had said countless times again with great enthusiasm.
They told Zhang Ximeng that after the temple was built, the people of Tongling not only continued to have people offering sacrifices, but also carefully searched for more than a hundred people who had died in the quagmire and on the battlefield. After verification, their bodies were recovered.
The name was also engraved on the stone tablet and placed in the temple to receive incense and offerings.
Zhang Wengui, who is at the top of the list, always has a drink under his name... I heard that he liked drinking when he was in a prisoner of war camp.
However, there was too little alcohol in the prison camp. Not only did they have to work hard, but they also had to compete with other drunkards, and they could not drink more than once a month.
Now I can finally drink enough.
Zhang Ximeng pondered for a while, and was also affected by the actions of the people in Tongling. He was quite shocked. He wanted to know more, so he said curiously: "I heard that these people are prisoners of the Yuan Dynasty, and many of them are high-ranking officials of the Yuan Dynasty.
They seem to have done a lot of bad things, old man, do you think they can be wiped out?"
The old man raised his brows, as if he was displeased. He felt that Zhang Ximeng would not open the pot, but he still sighed, "What should I say? Young man, my old man has lived a lonely life, and his two sons were taken away by the dog Tatars. No.
I don’t know where I died, but my mother-in-law cried to death... I hate the dog Tatars! I wish I could eat them alive. But I can’t be ungrateful. One code is the same. No matter what these strong men have done before, they will change it for the better.
Yes, and in order to protect Tongling and protect the big guys, I risked my life."
"If we still hold on to things from the past, we are too mean. If other people don't care, I will sweep and take care of this temple in my life. When I die, I will be buried under the bamboo forest. When I get to the underworld, I will also
Thinking of them well!"
Zhang Ximeng smiled and nodded, "The old man said this because he thinks this battle is enough to erase everything in the past?"
"Isn't it possible? What else do you want?"
Zhang Ximeng pondered for a moment, suddenly realized something, stood up immediately, and bowed to the old man to thank him.
"Thank you, uncle. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how to write this article!"
If the old man wants to write an article after hearing this, he must be a scholar.
"Young man, will you also serve as an official for King Wu in the future?"
Zhang Ximeng was startled, "If the King of Wu can look down on you, I'll beg for it."
The old man looked at him and suddenly snorted, "You are so young and energetic, do you think King Wu can still visit the thatched cottage? Young people should be down-to-earth. When you become an official in the future, you can remember your father and fellow villagers and not do anything unscrupulous.
, that’s it. You have to remember that the sky has eyes, and as long as you do good things, they will not be forgotten."
Faced with the old man's teachings, Zhang Ximeng could only say, "Thank you for reminding me, I'll take my leave now."
"Wait!"
The old man stopped Zhang Ximeng, picked up a stick of incense from the side, and put it into his hand, "Go, put a stick of incense in it, think carefully, at my age, I will not lie to young people!"
Zhang Ximeng could only nod his head, go in obediently, burn a stick of incense, and think about it for about a quarter of an hour... When he came back and sat at his desk, Zhang Ximeng suddenly really understood.
In fact, if he thinks so much, he is already biased.
When Chen Sheng and Wu Guang went to Yuyang to garrison, they wasted time and thought about what Qin Fa was like and whether they could escape by chance?
Thinking about it, no, after all, what the laws stipulate and how the people below will implement them are two different things. No one thinks that even if Qin Shihuang is dead, the civil servants of Daqin will still be like robots, honest and loyal.
Enforce Qin’s laws, right?
And don’t forget that the legalists advocated harsh punishments and severe laws, but they did not want the people to understand the content of the law. They only wanted the people to fear the law, not to let the people understand the law.
Anyway, if you break the law, you will probably die... Instead of waiting for death, it is better to strike out.
When a person reaches a desperate situation, should he strike with all his might or should he remain silent?
It seems like this is a very simple question, but hundreds of years later, in the prosperous Holy Dynasty when there was no faint king, some foreign adults recorded that in rural areas of Jiangnan, many people would only choose to commit suicide and use their own power even if they could not survive.
His death earned him a few curses from the villagers against the powerful landlords... It seemed that his death was worth it if he could be called a good person.
Humble and timid like this, humble as wormwood.
Civilization declines, almost dies!
Zhang Ximeng thought of this and finally clenched his fists. He wanted to pass on the rebels and cheer for any warrior who dared to challenge!
