Jiang Hua said: "The hardest thing to accept is kindness from a beautiful woman. Zhong Yuemin, no matter what, you owe her a lot."
Zheng Tong also nodded in agreement: "That's right, you shouldn't have provoked others in the first place. Now it's better. You can't give them an explanation and let them be obsessed with you. Zhong Yuemin, you are extremely immoral."
Zhong Yuemin also said in annoyance: "I don't know why I got excited and went to shoot her."
Zheng Tong said unceremoniously: "You are just looking for sex. To put it bluntly, you are just a lustful thing."
Jiang Hua said seriously: "So, women should not be messed with casually. Once a man messed with a woman, which directly led to the decline of the fate of the entire nation."
Zheng Tong was most interested in this kind of historical anecdote, so he asked: "Who, what person? Which woman did he offend?"
At this time, everyone around him was also attracted by Jiang Hua's topic, and they all leaned in to listen.
Jiang Hua pretended to be mysterious and said: "The woman's name is Yan Poxi, and the man's name is Song Gongming."
Everyone was stunned, and Zheng Tong shouted: "Isn't this Water Margin?"
Zhong Yuemin watched the excitement and encouraged him without thinking it was a big deal: "Brother, please tell me in detail, just talk about it, just to relieve the boredom during the trip."
Jianghua Da Ma Jin Dao got up his posture, slapped the table as if he were throwing a gavel, cleared his throat and said: "Everyone knows about Yan Poxi, Song Jiang's concubine, if Song Jiang hadn't neglected her, he wouldn't have
Getting involved with Song Jiang's subordinates, for the sake of her own happiness, Yan Poxi prepared to go out and accuse Song Jiang of colluding with the Liangshan bandits."
Zheng Tong asked eagerly: "We all know this, please explain it in depth."
"Song Jiang furiously killed Yan Poxi, which led to him being wanted, and finally being sent to Jiangzhou, and he even ended up being turned into a bandit."
Zhong Yuemin rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, what does this have to do with the nation?"
"It's a big deal. If he hadn't fallen into disgrace, he wouldn't have wanted to recruit people, and he wouldn't have been sent to attack Fang La after recruiting people."
Zheng Tong diligently handed over the kettle, and his curiosity became even greater.
"Brother, moisturize your throat."
After taking a sip of water, Jiang Hua continued: "If Song Jiang had not attacked Fangla, Fangla might have succeeded in the Northern Expedition and replaced Song Dynasty. In this way, there would not be the shame of Jingkang, the Jurchens would not have risen, and the Meng Yuan Dynasty might have succeeded.
nipped in the bud.”
Zheng Tong seemed to have woken up from a dream and shouted: "Fuck, this Water Margin is so refreshing and refined that you can't even talk about it."
The people in the carriage burst out laughing. Everyone knew that this was a joke. Everything about Jiang Hua was an inference. Unfortunately, history has no ifs.
After Jiang Hua's joke, the atmosphere in the carriage became much more lively. Although we were going to the countryside, everyone went there with the ambition to change the world. At this moment, we gathered together to express our feelings.
"Brother, it's been a long journey. You've read a lot of books, so just tell us some anecdotes to relieve your boredom."
Jiang Hua rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then I'll give you two dozen stories from the Little Toyo period."
Zheng Tong said excitedly: "That's good, that's good, tell me quickly."
"At that time, there was a literary leader named Liu Wendian. I wonder if you have heard of him?"
Everyone shook their heads, and Jiang Hua continued: "This man is first-class in knowledge and has hard bones. Peanuts praised him as a national treasure. Once, Peanuts summoned him to discuss a student gathering.
As they were talking, they got into an argument. Hua Mi called him an old school boss, and he called Hua Mi a new warlord. Hua Mi couldn't scold him so he slapped him twice. This one got anxious and gave Hua Mi a slap.
Yin feet.”
Zhong Yuemin clapped his hands and said, "Okay, that's very satisfying."
Zheng Tong said regretfully: "What a pity for this intellectual. Peanut will definitely not let him go."
"Peanuts didn't dare to go too far, so in the end I had to use public security regulations and detain this person for a few days."
The people around applauded and said, "Okay, it will relieve your anger after listening to it."
Everyone urged: "Is there more?"
"At Sichuan University, there is an old professor named Meng Wentong. It is most interesting for him to give exams to students. People in Sichuan like to go to teahouses. When the final exam is over, this professor likes to invite students to teahouses and let them ask questions.
When he asked questions, he said, the depth and shallowness of your learning can be reflected in your questions. If a student can ask in-depth questions, this gentleman will hold his hands and laugh."
Zhong Yuemin exclaimed: "This is a master, this is a master."
Jiang Hua told two anecdotes, which made the people in the carriage think that this man was knowledgeable, so they all gathered around him and listened to his stories to relieve their boredom.
Fortunately, all kinds of anecdotes from his past life appeared on the Internet one after another. Jiang Hua talked about them so eloquently that people forgot about time.
The train at that time took a long time from the capital to the northwest. With Jianghua's presence along the way, everyone could forget the time. Even people in other carriages came to listen to the stories, and the man who served Jianghua was called "comfortable"
, except for going to the toilet in person, others will do it for you.
By the time the train arrived in the northwest, all the young people in the train knew about Jiang Hua, because the anecdotes told by Jiang Hua had been spread throughout the train. Fortunately, he knew what he was talking about, and what he told was not taboo.
No one will be able to find fault with it.
After changing from train to bus, we finally arrived at the county seat. It is said that this county has produced beauties since ancient times. But Zhong Yuemin glanced at it on the street and was disappointed. They forgot that the aesthetics of thousands of years ago and now are different.
The aesthetics in the countryside are also different.
The people from the relevant departments just counted the number of people and sent Jiang Hua and his group of young people to the villages below according to the pre-arranged plan.
The party secretary of Ishikawa Village drove a donkey cart to pick up the young man going to the countryside. Although his face was full of smiles, Jiang Hua could tell that there was a bit of bitterness in the smile.
Sitting on the squeaking donkey cart, the young people looked at everything around them curiously. This group of young people are all from the capital, and they have never seen the style of the high loess slopes.
Zheng Tong pointed to the distance and asked, "What kind of river is that?"
Before arriving, Zhong Yuemin made up his mind on the geography of the Northwest. He thought for a moment and said, "Wuding River."
Zheng Tong immediately shook his head and said: "Poor Wuding Riverside Gu, he is like a person in a spring boudoir dream, and his feelings are about this river."
Jiang Hua continued: "The Wuding River is the mother river of Northern Qin and a first-class tributary of the Yellow River. It is because of the huge amount of water that it has become a natural danger and a must-win place. Otherwise, there would be so many riverside bones."
The party secretary turned to look at the young man on the donkey cart. He couldn't express the feeling in his heart. He only felt that there was a heavy burden weighing on his heart.
