At this time, Zhang Rou was personally teaching several of his sons to practice sword and gun kung fu. The disciple said: "Master, an old friend is visiting. He said his name is Zhang Ji."
"Zhang Ji, why is he here?"
Zhang Rou didn't want to see him at first, but out of future considerations, he said: "Tell him quietly that I will go find him in the evening and let him find an inn to stay first."
"Yes, my lord."
After the door went down, Zhang Rou said to her nephew Zhang Shijie: "Shijie, you teach them martial arts, and I'll go out."
"Yes, uncle."
Zhang Shijie nodded in agreement, and then said: "Uncle, my nephew has something to say that I don't know whether to say or not?"
Zhang Rou raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Shijie. Seeing Zhang Shijie's serious face, Zhang Rou waved her hand and signaled everyone to leave.
Then Zhang Judao: "Say."
Zhang Shijie said: "Uncle, my Zhang family is originally from the Song Dynasty. My roots are in the Han Dynasty. Due to the chaos of the world, I have dedicated myself to serving the gold for a hundred years. Now I have joined the Mongols. I have lost all my loyalty, filial piety, morality and righteousness and become a slave of the three surnames.
Now Wokuotai and Tuo Lei are fighting for the throne, and my Zhang family has been divided into two in order to survive. Will it be divided into two into four and four into eight in the future?"
Zhang Rou didn't speak, but her eyes were sharp and dodgey.
Zhang Shijie added: "I think the Emperor of the Song Dynasty is not simple. At a young age, he dared to go all the way to Liupan Mountain to meet Genghis Khan, without worrying about repeating the story of the King of Chu. How many people in the world have this kind of courage?
I heard from businessmen that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty was carrying out major reforms in the country in order to enrich the country and strengthen the army. My nephew dared to assert that as long as such an emperor was given twenty years, the Song Dynasty would definitely revive, and twenty years later, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty would also
He's only forty years old."
At the end, Zhang Shijie said resolutely: "Uncle, the Song Dynasty is the future. The future of my Zhang family lies in the Song Dynasty. Recognizing our ancestors and returning to our clan is the right way."
Zhang Rou listened and said nothing for a long time.
I don't know how much time passed, Zhang Ju said: "You must not say what you said today again, and it will never reach other people's ears. No matter who is the Great Khan of Mongolia, my Zhang family is a member of the family and a prince. I went to the Song Dynasty and disappeared from all living beings. Why?
Show your identity? How can you enjoy wealth?"
"Uncle, the general trend of the world must be Song Dynasty, us"
"shut up."
Zhang Rou shouted to stop Zhang Shijie, and finally said: "I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore. If you dare to say another nonsense, I will definitely kill you!"
When Zhang Rou said this, her whole body was full of murderous aura, and the frightened twenty-year-old Zhang Shijie couldn't help but panic.
After Zhang Rou left, Zhang Shijie had no intention of teaching his cousins how to practice martial arts, so he went to the pub to get drunk.
After three jars of wine, Zhang Shijie became drunk. He drunkenly muttered to himself, "A dog doesn't mind the poverty of the family, and a son doesn't mind the mother's ugliness. For the sake of glory, wealth, and survival, can we really abandon everything?"
?It’s so sad that I, Zhang Shijie, have so much ambition but nowhere to put it to use.”
At this moment, a group of soldiers dressed as soldiers from the Song Dynasty appeared in front of Zhang Shijie, and Zhang Shijie was stunned for a moment.
Zhang Shijie grabbed a Mongolian soldier who was accompanying him and said, "Who are they?"
The Mongolian soldier refused to pay attention to him, so Zhang Shijie took a jar of wine and gave it to the soldier.
After the soldier got the good wine, he said: "This is the envoy sent by the Emperor of Song Dynasty. They are going to pay homage to Tuo Lei Khan."
"From the Song Dynasty?"
When Zhang Shijie heard that people from the Song Dynasty were coming, he was immediately awakened. He thought to himself that people from the Song Dynasty could come, why can't I go?
My parents died young, and I had no parental protection in the Zhang family. I could only beg for food under my uncle Zhang Rou. Firstly, I couldn't get ahead, and secondly, I couldn't realize my ambitions. Why waste time like this!
With this thought in his mind, Zhang Shijie no longer felt helpless and went back with peace of mind.
Behind him, there was a pair of eyes watching him all the time.
These eyes have been staring at him for three years. Three years ago, Zhang Shijie began to lead the army alone, and Zhang Rou arranged these eyes for him. Zhang Shijie naturally knew about this.
He knew that these were eyes sent by his uncle, with the purpose of keeping him from his uncle's control.
If the whole family is like this, how can you not be disappointed if your name is Zhang Shijie?
Feeling chilled, Zhang Shijie missed his motherland that only existed in fantasy. Every time he thought of the Song Dynasty, Zhang Shijie would feel an inexplicable warmth in his heart, nourishing his heart.
The next day, Zhang Shijie asked for leave from Zhang Rou, saying that he was depressed and wanted to go out for some fun to relieve his boredom.
Zhang Rou looked at Zhang Shijie with piercing eyes, as if she wanted to see through his heart.
After all, Zhang Shijie had little experience at this time, so he subconsciously dodged when being stared at by Zhang Rou's tiger-wolf eyes.
Zhang Rou thought of Zhang Shijie's words yesterday and saw that he wanted to run away, so she ordered people to hold Zhang Shijie's hands behind his back and take him to the back mountain with the intention of executing him secretly.
Looking at Zhang Shijie, Zhang Ju said: "Shijie, don't blame your uncle. My uncle knows that you are not an easy person, so he respects you but also worries about you.
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You are a member of my Zhang family, and every move you make is related to the honor and disgrace of my Zhang family. If you want to return to the Song Dynasty, my uncle will definitely not take the risk of exiling you."
Zhang Shijie knew that Zhang Rou wanted to kill him, and tears were shining in his eyes.
Zhang Shijie was half-crying, half-laughing, and said: "Uncle, I have always respected you like a father. I have never hidden any secrets from you, and I dare not hide any taboos from you. But I didn't expect that I would be treated like this by you because of my sincerity.
Haha,,, God is so unfair to me."
"Why."
Zhang Rou looked at the nephew in front of her, thinking of every moment she had with Zhang Shijie's father, and of Zhang Shijie's sincerity towards her, but in the end she still couldn't let go of this family affection.
Zhang Rou sighed and finally did not kill Zhang Shijie, but imprisoned him.
Zhang Rou said before leaving: "You should reflect on it. As long as you are willing to look back, my uncle can pretend that nothing happened."
Zhang Shijie did not speak, but at the moment when Zhang Rou finally disappeared from his eyes, he said: "Uncle, the blood of the Han people is flowing in our bodies. We should not forget the glory carved into our bones by our ancestors. We should return to
Going to the mother country is your destiny and none of us can change it."
Zhang Rou stopped in mid-air, hesitated for a while, and then left firmly again.
Zhang Shijie was imprisoned in the dark private prison of the Zhang family, without saying a word all day long.
However, in just a few days, Zhang Shijie no longer succumbed to fate. He thought in his heart that since my uncle did not kill me, it was God's will, and he would definitely be able to escape and return to the Song Dynasty with God's help.
Zhang Shijie's hope was rekindled when he saw that the room where he was imprisoned had a circular window the size of a plate for ventilation.
Based on his familiarity with the private prison, Zhang Shijie knew that there was a steep cliff outside the window, and the cliff was not far from the back mountain. Zhang Rou's sons often came to play in the back mountain, and maybe they could escape through them.