Xu Zizhen is a man who remembers his feelings very well. He remembers the kindness of Magistrate Wen to him. He remembers the kindness of Qian Tongzhi and Duan Chen in sharing wine for him. He also remembers the kindness of Wang Manfu and his wife and Uncle Cheng in hiding.
But today, Hu Qing gave me another chance to let him go.
Alas, human kindness is greater than mountains!
Uncle Cheng settled Xu Zizhen down, and he himself lived here. He prepared medicines for Xu Zizhen, applied them, and gave him three meals a day.
With careful care, his injuries are recovering at an extremely fast speed.
Xu Zizhen kept all this in mind and did not say too much thanks to Uncle Cheng. He was quietly recovering from his injuries these days, and at the same time he had thought about it very clearly.
Mo Lier is nowhere to be found, Rong Xi and Liuli are nowhere to be found, Hua Ye is also dead, and even He Liangliang does not know whether he is alive or dead. Of these people he met after coming to the Northern Song Dynasty, the only ones he can find now are far away.
Wen Zhifu of Lanzhou.
Suzhou City cannot go back for the time being, and he has become a wandering drifter with no roots. He can go anywhere. Seeing that the Jin Kingdom is about to invade, and the Song Dynasty court is extremely extravagant and licentious, Wen Zhifu, who is on the border,
I don’t know what kind of pressure and difficulties I will face.
The transfer of Magistrate Wen and the death of Hua Ye deeply stimulated Xu Zizhen's originally peaceful heart. He believed that even if he was not familiar with this period of history, he could change enough with his little more knowledge than others.
certain things, so he made a decision in the past few days - go to the northwest!
Although Xu Zizhen said he was in a wine cellar these days, he couldn't drink because he was injured. He was really suffocated. What he saw was a room full of wine jars and jars, but he couldn't take a sip. Today, Uncle Cheng
After telling him that the wound was almost healed, he couldn't hold it in any longer and asked Uncle Cheng for a jar of wine.
He took the wine and did not open it immediately to drink. Instead, he took the wine jar and went up to the Yushan Mountain not far away. The mountain was not high. It didn't take long for him to reach the top of the mountain and choose a place leeward to sit down.
, looking far away to the north.
Today is the anniversary of his father's death, even though it happened more than 800 years ago. He opened the clay seal of the wine jar, took a big sip, and couldn't help but praise: "Good wine!"
This wine was mellow and strong, better than the one he drank at Taihu Water Village last time. He suddenly found a piece of whitened red paper taped to the altar, with a few words written on it - Lin'er Miyue.
, and then another row of birth dates.
He suddenly realized that this was what Wang Manfu had buried for his son. As is the custom here in the south of the Yangtze River, a jar of wine is buried when the son is one month old, and will be taken out when he is admitted to the imperial examination or gets married. It means number one scholar red, but this child's life is miserable.
, had died in infancy, Wang Manfu simply gave this jar of good wine to his benefactor.
Xu Zizhen thought of the child and couldn't help but sigh. He tilted the wine jar slightly, poured some wine on the ground, looked at the north and said loudly: "Dad, Mom, my son is going to the northwest. If I am still alive at this time next year, please come again."
You guys have a good drink!" After saying that, he took a big gulp and poured some more on the ground.
Suddenly he found a tomb not far away from him, but there was no tombstone in front of it. Sitting beside the tomb was a middle-aged man, looking at the wine in his hand with bright eyes. He was always grand, grinning and drinking wine.
Tan: “Let’s have some together?”
The man glanced at him and nodded: "Okay."
Xu Zizhen handed him the wine jar. The man leaned over the mouth of the jar and took a big sip. His eyes suddenly lit up and he praised: "Good wine!"
"This is the authentic Zhuangyuan Red, so how can it be bad?" Xu Zizhen said with a smile, then looked at the grave next to the man and asked, "Is this your relative? Why don't you even make a monument?"
The man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him. Finally he shook his head and looked at the tomb and said, "This is my brother. His name... is not convenient for erecting a monument."
There was obvious anger and helplessness in his tone. Xu Zizhen was stunned and stopped asking. He picked up the wine jar, took a sip and handed it over: "Your brother still has a grave, but my parents don't even have a grave."
, Forget it, let’s drink!”
The man didn't say anything, but took the drink and drank it again. The two of them went back and forth like this, and it didn't take long for the large jar of wine to be drained to the bottom.
This jar of wine weighed at least ten kilograms. Even if Xu Zizhen drank well, he would still be a little dizzy. He smiled and said: "It's been a long time since I drank so happily, and it's been a long time since I met a buddy who can drink like you. It's great!"
The man also looked drunk, but his eyes were as bright as morning stars. He took a deep look at Xu Zizhen and asked, "I just heard that you said you were going to the northwest?"
Xu Zizhen nodded and said, "Well, I was arrested by the whole city. I can't stay in Suzhou, so I might as well run away."
Seeing that he spoke so cheerfully, the man showed a smile in his eyes: "Oh? Why are you being arrested?"
Xu Zizhen was so drunk that he didn't hesitate and told about how he saved people and how he finally killed Shen Zongwei. The more the man listened, the angrier he became. He punched the ground hard and shouted angrily: "To please the golden dog."
, he actually betrayed his compatriots, he is really worse than a pig or a dog, he killed well!"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Xu Zizhen and praised: "You are not bad, you are a man."
Xu Zizhen laughed loudly: "Thank you for the compliment! It's a pity that I don't have any wine today. How about drinking again tomorrow? Anyway, my injury has not recovered yet, so I can't walk for the time being."
The man smiled and said, "Then we'll drink tomorrow." After saying that, he stood up and left without saying another word.
Xu Zizhen didn't care. He stumbled back to the wine cellar and fell asleep. He slept until dark before waking up. He held his head in a daze and felt a splitting headache. Suddenly he remembered the meeting with the man on the mountain.
During the conversation, I was shocked: Ouch, why did I tell him the truth? What if he went to tip off and got me arrested?
However, when he thought about it later, he realized that the man did not seem to have malicious intentions, and when he talked about killing Shen Zongwei, he looked very happy.
"Whatever. If he really isn't a good person, then I'll consider myself unlucky. I really can't drink too much in the future. Damn it, talk nonsense."
Xu Zizhen muttered a few words, ate randomly and then fell back to sleep. The champion red's stamina made him sleep until the next morning.
He remembered the man's words and carried another jar of wine up the mountain. Before he reached the top of the mountain, he saw the man still sitting by the tomb from a distance. It didn't look like there were any officers or soldiers ambushing him.
Xu Zizhen walked closer, put the wine jar on the ground, and said with a smile: "Continue to drink today? But we don't have the same wine as yesterday, let's make do with it."
The man looked at him deeply, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and suddenly said: "Since you are going to join the army, do you know how to use a gun or a stick?"
Xu Zizhen shook his head and said with a smile: "I have never learned any skills. I don't know any kung fu."
The man nodded: "I guessed it by looking at your palms." After a pause, he suddenly said, "I think you are a good man worth getting to know. How about teaching you a set of sword skills?"