It is better to guard against the mouth of the people than to guard against the river.
Sound is the most difficult thing to block in the world than floods.
The impact of purposeful sounds is extremely terrifying. In addition to spreading quickly, there are also various rumors derived from word of mouth.
Before leaving Hengxiang, Xia Zhaoyi asked Zhi Changle to call the storyteller from the teahouse next door. The gentleman was too lazy to come, so Zhi Changle tied him up with a rope and carried him over.
Xia Zhaoyi had finished taking a shower, and was sitting elegantly in the lobby in the cool and dry condition. She comforted the storyteller with a few words, but the next words were like a thunderclap, shocking the storyteller so much that he got up from the ground.
It was still pouring rain outside the house, and the storyteller was half-soaked. He looked from top to bottom, then from bottom to top, at the beautiful girl in front of him, who was dressed in simple and elegant clothes.
"Do you understand?" Zhi Changle said coldly from the side.
"Whatever I say?" the storyteller said.
"Whatever you say." Xia Zhaoyi said.
The storyteller looked at her: "You... let me arrange it?"
Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
"What are you afraid of! You can say whatever you want!" Zhi Changle shouted, "But I think you are a smart person. You definitely understand in your heart that if it were not for Dongping Academy, what would Hengxiang be like now? You are the one who helped us protect Dongping.
Academy, you are actually protecting your own wealth and life, do you understand?"
"I understand, little one understands!"
"You will not be short of money."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhi Changle took out a small money bag and threw it towards him.
The storyteller hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick it up, and as soon as he touched it he knew it was heavy.
Looking up at the girl again, the storyteller calmed down and bowed his head and said: "Young one, I will do my best!"
When he returned to the teahouse, the storyteller did not dare to tell the curious friends about the incident.
Not long after, the carriage from Qi Motang next door came out of the backyard and headed northeast in the pouring rain.
Multiple layers of rainproof measures make the entire carriage tight and safe. The windows are firmly closed, and clear light shines from the carriage.
"It's raining so hard, why do you have to go on the road?" the waiter asked curiously.
The storyteller said "Hmm" and sighed quietly, turned around and left the window, went to the desk to write the text.
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A total of three gentlemen from Dongping Academy were involved in accidents this time.
Keep everything simple during the funeral.
The elegiac couplet sent by Xia Zhaoyi was put aside along with many other elegiac couplets. It was not turned over and was directly burned into ashes.
The new academician and the superintendent in charge stayed behind closed doors and did not see outsiders. They did not even go to seal the coffins and bury a few gentlemen.
Only six teachers and ten students went.
It is still raining heavily between heaven and earth. The last handful of soil is sprinkled on the grave, the tombstone is erected, and the big thatched shed that has been built for several days is about to be removed.
They stood in front of the grave for a long time holding umbrellas, and finally left.
In the bamboo forest a hundred steps away, Liang Jun looked sadly at the newly built tomb here. The person buried deep in the ground was also his mentor.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The attendant holding the umbrella urged Liang Jun several times to get back to the carriage, but Liang Jun ignored him.
When the sky darkened and a gust of east wind came, biting the bone, Liang Jun turned around.
A crisp shout sounded at this moment: "Wait a minute, Master!"
Several followers looked up and saw a simple carriage in front of them.
The person who spoke looked like he was also dressed as a follower. He raised a corner of the car curtain and shouted at them.
When he got close, he raised his hands and cupped his fists: "Sir, how can I get to Hengxiang Fucheng?"
Liang Jun pointed to the east: "You can reach it just by going east."
As he finished speaking, a hoarse cough could be heard coming from inside the carriage.
Liang Jun and his entourage looked towards the car door.
The door curtain was very wet. Behind the door curtain, there was a wooden door baffle, so the wind could not blow the door curtain in and it stuck to the baffle.
As for the attendant who asked the question, the car curtain he opened was only a very small corner.
The attendant looked in the direction Liang Jun pointed and said, "Thank you, sir. By the way, judging from your accent, you are not from Hengxiang. He seems to be from the capital."
"Yeah." Liang Jun nodded.
"How long has it been since the young master came to Hengxiang?" the attendant asked again.
"Not long." Liang Jun replied.
Just after I finished answering, there was another coughing sound in the carriage. It was very suppressed, as if I was trying my best to hold it back.
This sound made Liang Jun and his entourage look towards the car again.
"My young master is not in good health," the attendant in the car said with a smile. "The wind and rain are not blowing, so I can't come out to thank you."
"It doesn't matter," Liang Jun said, "your body is important."
"Thank you, sir," the attendant smiled, "see you later."
The coachman raised his whip when he heard this and was about to drive away, but he heard a hoarse male voice in the carriage say: "Young Master, what is your surname?"
Liang Jun frowned: "Why do you ask me this?"
"Perhaps I feel that the young master is in love with me, and I always feel that we will meet again in the future."
Liang Jun said "hmm" and said, "My surname is Liang, which means Liang Zhu, which means hanging beam."
"Liang," the person in the car smiled lightly, "Okay, Mr. Liang."
Liang Jun said "Yeah" again and said nothing else.
If an ordinary person suddenly asks this question, if a woman is easy to talk to but if a man has such an unpleasant voice, he will definitely ignore it.
But seeing that the other party was seriously ill, he finally said it.
"Master, let's go," Liang Jun's entourage said, "You have been standing here for a long time."
Liang Jun nodded, said goodbye politely to the two carriages, and turned around to get in the carriage.
The owners of the two carriages said nothing, one faced south, the other faced east, and soon they disappeared on the road ahead.
As soon as Liang Jun got in the car, he fell into the grief of his mentor's sudden death. He felt tired of doing anything. He didn't want to read or drink water. The sound of rain outside made him feel even more irritable.
The owner of the other carriage continued to cough in the dark carriage.
After coughing for a long time, he ordered his entourage to light the oil lamp on the side table.
The dim butter lamp illuminated the withered parts of his hands. They should be good-looking fingers with long phalanges and distinct knuckles, but the skin on his hands was partial to withered. A large layer of skin was in a liquid state, covering both hands.
The attendant brought pills and water and handed them to him, but he did not take them. He looked at the candlelight thoughtfully. For a long time, his withered and wrinkled fingers moved lightly, pinching and counting.
"Master." The attendant called softly.
"That person named Liang just now," the hoarse voice said in a low voice, "I vaguely feel that there is always some connection."
"He has extraordinary appearance. He does not look like an ordinary scholar or young master."
"It's not surprising. People who come from the capital have a good temperament no matter where they go."
"Well," the attendant nodded, "Master, we can arrive at Hengxiang in less than half an hour."
"Okay," a faint smile appeared in the hoarse voice, "I hope she is still here, and I hope I didn't miscalculate."
After saying that, I couldn't help but coughed more violently.
