When Tang Daxuan heard this, he suddenly raised his head, interrupted Wang Tianxiang's words, and said firmly: "You don't need to persuade me anymore. My family was destroyed by the Jianqiu, and my brother was also starved to death by them. With this great hatred,
I will never sacrifice my life for Jianlu under any circumstances!"
A few days ago, they finally found out the news that Tang Daxuan's brother had starved to death. Even his bones had been eaten by wild dogs, and they only found a piece of tattered clothes that his brother had worn in the customs.
This made the three people feel very bad, and because Jianlu's victory again made them no longer have hope for Wang Shi.
At this time, they unexpectedly found Dou Shou, a forger. This was the last straw that broke Wang Tianxiang's heart. He admitted his identity as a forger and accepted his destiny to serve Jianlu.
After hearing Tang Daxuan's words, Gu Mancang raised his head and said: "I also have an old mother, wife and children in the pass. Even if I die, I still want to see them. Otherwise, I will be worried and sleepless at night. You don't need to persuade me anymore.
"
After hearing the answers from the two brothers, Wang Tianxiang was silent for a while before sighing helplessly, and then said: "Since everyone has their own ambitions, I won't force it. You should be careful."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the door, opened the door and stepped out of the threshold.
At this moment, Wang Tianxiang suddenly turned around and whispered to the two of them: "If you are not sure, it is best not to take action. Saving your life is the most important thing!"
One day at about the same time, it had not been long since dawn, the morning sun had just risen, and the weather was not very hot yet. There were many people going in and out of the capital city gate of the Ming Dynasty, taking advantage of the cool weather to do things.
A carriage stopped very close to the capital, and a young man got out of the carriage. He stood on the carriage, looking up at the city of Beijing with a trace of curiosity.
The city walls were so majestic that the young man couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that the city walls of the capital were higher than those of Jinling!"
The driver was a middle-aged man. He smiled and said: "Sir, there are often wars in the north, so of course it needs to be built taller."
This young man was Fang Yizhi, who came to visit the capital on his father's orders. Along the way, he heard more and more new things and they became more frequent. This made the young man even more curious and eager to see it with his own eyes.
He heard his old family talking and was about to say something when he saw a noise coming from the city gate, and pedestrians moved to both sides to avoid it.
Then bursts of horse hoofbeats came, and soon a very strange cavalry appeared, controlling the speed of their horses and jogging out of the city.
The middle-aged man quickly jumped out of the carriage and took the horse's reins to the side, so as not to collide with the army and get into big trouble.
Fang Yizhi also jumped out of the car and stood on the roadside watching this strange cavalry.
He had never seen such a cavalry army. The sergeants were not wearing the traditional military uniforms of the Ming Dynasty. Instead, they were wearing colorful military uniforms and carrying a firecracker across their backs. Fang Yizhi's eyes were sharp, and from those sergeants
When the helmet didn't cover the part, it was discovered that they still had short hair!
In this cavalry army, after every few pairs of knights, there is one or two horses dragging a cart. With Fang Yizhi's knowledge, he can tell that it is an artillery cart, but it is covered with cloth.
, cannot be verified.
The military discipline of this cavalry army is good. They march without disturbing the people, do not look sideways, and march in an orderly manner. The people who are taking refuge on the side do not have panic expressions, and some are even shouting the slogan "Wan Sheng". From these details,
Fang Yizhi concluded that this army should be popular with the people of the capital.
He waited for a long time before the entire army came through, which numbered about fifteen hundred people.
Fang Yizhi was very curious and asked the family member who was driving the car. He didn't know what kind of army this army was. He thought for a moment and then asked the middle-aged man to send the books in the car to the capital's house while he went shopping first.
Go shopping, and you will find it when you look back.
Anyway, they had arrived in the capital, so the middle-aged man didn't feel uneasy, so he left first as he was told.
Fang Yizhi walked towards the city gate with great interest and inquired about the situation from the people there: "Excuse me, brother, what kind of army did they leave the city just now?"
The young scholar who was questioned by Fang Yizhi heard this and said with a smile: "You have never heard of the monk army of Marquis Zhongxing. Are you new?"
There was another older scholar next to him, who also said with a smile: "The accent is from Jiangnan. No wonder you are ignorant. Buy a newspaper or go to teahouses and restaurants to listen.
You can know a lot and gain insights.”
Fang Yizhi was a little embarrassed by what they said. In the past, the south always led the north, and the scholars from the south of the Yangtze River despised the scholars from the north.
It was good now. These northern scholars showed full confidence and superiority, which made Fang Yizhi quite unaccustomed. However, the cultivation of the aristocratic family made him smile gratefully, cup his fists and salute: "Thank you very much."
Then Fang Yizhi entered the city and found a restaurant not far from the city gate. He went in to have breakfast and also wanted to see what the two scholars said.
As soon as he entered and sat down in the lobby on the first floor, the waiter immediately ran over and asked, "What would you like, sir?"
Fang Yizhi casually asked for some food, and then asked: "Is there anything new recently?"
When the waiter heard this, he smiled and said: "Please wait, sir, the newspaper delivery guy will be here soon. There is a special newspaper reader in our store who will read the newspaper. Just listen."
Fang Yizhi was a young man, and he was a little bit concerned about face. He didn't want to appear too ignorant, so he didn't ask for more details, but just nodded to show that he understood.
Sure enough, after a while, a government servant came into the lobby. Before he could say anything, the waiter saw him. He hurriedly greeted him with a smile, then handed over the money with one hand and the newspaper with the other.
The yamen servant looked at the face value of the Jiusibao note in his hand and left with a smile. Because this restaurant gave the yamen an extra amount of money in order to get the newspaper earlier than other stores, so the yamen servant delivered the newspaper first.
Here he is. This is considered a legal extra income he can earn from running errands, and no one can say anything to him.
After the waiter got the newspaper, he said to the people dining in the lobby: "Please be patient."
The diners dining in the lobby on the first floor all nodded in understanding. No one asked what was going on. They were all obviously familiar with the matter.
The waiter entered the backyard of the restaurant. After a while, a storyteller, oh no, a newspaper reader came out. He took the newspaper to a special table in the lobby and started reading the newspaper.
The newspaper reader's voice was loud, and even though Fang Yizhi was sitting a little far away, he could still hear it clearly: "The Denglai hero published today is named Zhang Xianzhong..."
Fang Yizhi sat until nearly noon before leaving. He listened to a lot of content, which was indeed different from the customs in the Jiangnan area. Basically, what the public cared about was not poetry, songs, talents and beauties, but heroes, current affairs and political affairs. There were even
Some professional craftsmanship and novel artifacts.
Many of these were of interest to Fang Yizhi. He decided to go back to the house first and then take a walk around to see if he could write something and publish it in the newspaper to make a name for himself and not let these northerners look down on me.
Scholars from Jiangnan.
What happened in the north began to spread slowly throughout the country through newspapers and other channels. This also made some people in Fujian know a lot about the situation, some were happy and some were worried.