They were all on their honeymoon. Gong Kun and Yuanchun left a little later and came back after only playing for a month. Jia Xu and his wife hadn't been seen for more than two months, so they probably had a great time. Reading at midnight is already in Qiongzhou. After the letter was sent, Fu Laoer was asked to deliver a message to Qin Sangu, telling her to try to stay in Huo Sheng's camp to see what he was going to do, to find out the details and to find out what Huo Sheng had been doing in these years. Jia Cong smiled and said: "Anyway, I have old man Wu to deal with it." Then he remembered that he was very busy these days, and he almost forgot about Wu Fengchun, so he hurriedly pretended to be the leader of several Southeast Asian countries and jointly sent him a letter, describing the suffering of the countries being invaded and killed by the Westerners. I beg God, when will the Kingdom of Chaoshang be free to help them and save them from the fire and water?
A few days later, Huo Sheng came to tell him that they were going on an expedition. Jia Cong wanted to write an ode to the expedition, but he had limited pen and ink, so he turned the first couplet of Mao Zedong's seven-rhyme poem "The People's Liberation Army Occupies Nanjing" into "The Storm Rises in Qiongzhou" "Pink, One Hundred Thousand Lions Crossing the Ocean" was copied and sent over in a hurry.
The boy who delivered the letter came back and said happily: "Prince Nan'an and Prince Chen both praised Third Master's poems for their great courage! They are more courageous than Third Master's poems in Beijing in his early years."
Jia Cong said proudly: "They are discerning!" No, one was written by Grandpa Mao and the other was written by General Chen Yi, which are somewhat different.
Coincidentally, he was having a meeting with Mu Xulin, Daiyu and others. Tan Chun glanced at him and said, "What poem did you write? You are not being humble. Record it and let me have a look." Jia Cong then took up his pen and copied it.
Daiyu saw it and praised it: "It's really extraordinary! How come your usual work is so much worse than this?"
Jia Cong said: "I just do it casually on weekdays. I don't want to bother to think about it. This is for boosting morale. It's my first time to fight against Japan! You can think about it with your toes. How important it is." There is no great man who can't suppress Mo Bao. live.
Daiyu smiled and nodded, quite satisfied: "That's what you are. As long as no one forces you for a moment, you are lazy." Jia Cong giggled.
In the past, when Mu Xu and Gan Lei were checking out Jia Cong's poems, they had carefully collected his poems, and found them sometimes rare and sometimes mediocre. After reading this manuscript today, I couldn't help but take a breath. When I raised my head and looked at Jia Cong again, my eyes were filled with tears. After a long time, he said: "You are indeed so powerful, with the potential to swallow up mountains and rivers."
Jia Cong smiled cheekily and said: "Since it is a gift for someone to go on an expedition, how can I do it without courage?"
Mu Xu nodded slowly: "Your courage is rare. You can have it when you want it, but you can't even write a complete song if you don't want it."
Jia Cong was stunned: "Ah?"
Mu Xun thought: "Brothers will be here after all the tribulations. When we meet, we will smile and forget our grudges."
Jia Cong was secretly embarrassed. It wouldn't be appropriate if Mr. Zhou wrote all of that poem... He said seriously: "That one really only got two sentences." Mu Xu glanced at him, disbelief evident on his face.
Afterwards, it would be much easier for Lin Daiyu and others to discuss matters with Old Man Mu. Tanchun laughed behind his back and said, "His poem actually won over the Dongping Prince's Palace."
Wu Xiaoxi was sorting out the copywriting and raised his head: "It's better to win over than to win over. Prince Dongping's palace is very discerning and pricey. In the past, he voted for Liu Dengxi early - Prince Yi Zhong was still there when the fifth master was lost."
Daiyu smiled and said: "If you talk about him casually, I can see that he is full of imperial spirit. It is better to chase the poor bandits with courage, and not to pretend to be an academic overlord. Where did he come from!"
Lin Hai read this poem at night and sighed deeply. He looked up at the moon and put his hands behind his hands without saying a word. Daiyu advised him: "Cong'er will never let a loyal minister take risks." Lin Hai sighed again.
Uncle Yang is also very busy these days. Ever since Yang Song's marriage advertisement went out, love letters came like snowflakes. Uncle Yang couldn't read, so Lin Hai asked a gentleman to read the letters for him. When he heard something good, he stayed aside, and Yang Song stayed there in the evening.
When he came back, he ordered the gentleman to read it to him again. Yang Song's ears were calloused, but he heard that those women were exactly the same! Later, Uncle Yang didn't let him go even during the day. After getting the letter, he went to the armed police camp to read it. One of those little policemen
He laughed sullenly. Even though Yang Song didn't dare to bother his uncle, he couldn't keep up his face, so he quietly looked for Jia Cong and wanted to find a job to go out for a while. How could Jia Cong dare to let him go out at this time? He just said that he was busy now.
All the affairs were on the island. Yang Song didn't believe it, so he went to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion every now and then to inquire.
It happened that one time Gong Kun and Lin Daiyu discussed sending someone to Jiangxi to meet Wan Zhang, and Yang Song heard about it and hurriedly said: "I am originally from Jiangxi, wouldn't it be more appropriate for me to go than others?"
Daiyu regretfully told him: "I'm afraid Brother Yang is not suitable."
It turned out that Jia Cong was anxious to find tungsten ore. He remembered that Dayu County in Jiangxi Province was known as the Tungsten Capital of the World. He had also seen tungsten ore in the Geological Museum in his previous life, but he just couldn't remember what it looked like. He thought of Wan Zhang. This time last year
He said he wanted to follow him, so why not let him go to Dayu to collect all kinds of ores, come and have a look, and analyze them for the people at the research institute. Besides, what if Qi Qi can remember the ores after seeing them? It’s just that this kind of thing must be done
Looking for someone with a clever tongue, how could Yang Song do it?
Yang Song thought for a while and said: "Wan Zhang lives on Jinggang Mountain. The mountains there are steep, the roads are twists and turns, and there are generals like Li Guopei guarding them. Ordinary people are afraid that they won't be able to climb that mountain. Mr. Gong is the only one who is clever with his words and has some skills.
It’s just that Mr. Gong is already busy, and it’s not a good idea for him to go on a long business trip as a newlywed. Why don’t I protect my colleague who is kind-hearted and go there, so I won’t have everything covered?”
Gong Kun said with a smile: "Of course I won't go up the mountain. I'll just try to call him down."
Yang Song said: "Such a long road is still unsafe. Mr. Gong, I am a guard, so I am the most suitable person."
Those two people still didn't dare to agree to him, but they also knew that Yang Song had made his second uncle anxious, and they were quite helpless.
When Jia Cong heard about it, he suddenly came up with a plan. Then he quietly sneaked to find Uncle Yang and said, "I have a way to get Brother Yang to get married!"
Uncle Yang's hair was almost turning gray, and his eyes lit up when he heard this. He hurriedly pulled him and asked, "What can I do?"
Jia Cong said mischievously: "Second brother Yang doesn't know how to chase women, isn't there a woman who likes him?"
Yang Erbo immediately put his arm down: "What's the use if he doesn't like it himself."
Jia Cong said: "Most men like women because they like looks, but he doesn't care about looks; however, there are also some people who like temperament. It's just that if you read to him 'temperament, gentle, gentle and considerate' for no reason, he won't feel it, right? Unless...
Only when people get along with each other can they slowly realize it. Uncle Yang, by chance, has an errand to go to Jiangxi. He happens to be from Jiangxi, and he and Sister Lin Gong Yizhi have been making noises about going there these days. "
Yang Erbo said: "According to your wishes, send a girl to go with him?"
Jia Cong shook his head repeatedly: "It's too obvious. If he guessed that there was a matchmaking intention, he would restrain his hands and it wouldn't be possible." Then he muttered like this for a long time. "Although this plan is in vain, it can be in vain."
If it sucks, it’s effective.”
Uncle Yang was overjoyed and slapped Jia Cong on the shoulder hard: "Good boy! You must have some evil idea!" The slap made Jia Cong stagger. He thought for a while and said, "If you let me choose, I really can't.
come out."
Jia Cong smiled and said: "I will tell you an old saying quietly, but don't say it was me who said it."
Uncle Yang raised his right hand: "I will never tell anyone!"
Jia Cong said: "Skills have specializations. We men can't do this kind of thing. You give two boxes of snacks to Mr. Chen Hongxiu, the director of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion Office, and ask her to help pick them. She is kind-hearted and considerate.
If you are careful and careful, you will be able to choose the right one. For people like Erbo Yang and Brother Yang, the right one may not necessarily be the best one. If the one she picks out is not good, don't complain."
Uncle Yang thought for a while and sighed: "That's all, as long as he is willing to marry a wife, anything will be fine." Then he went to Chengtian Baibai and bought more than thirty kinds of snacks, and his hands were filled with red sleeves.
Went home to give gifts.
Not long after, Daiyu made a decision and left the matter of finding Wan Zhang to Jia Huan. Anyway, whether he was returning to Beijing or going to Luzhou to pick up girls, he would stop by Jiangxi. Yang Song then said, "Jinggangshan is a camp for elite soldiers."
, Mr. Huan had to escort him life and death because it was not safe for him to go alone. Erbo Yang only did things that he didn’t know about the public affairs, and was fooled by his nephew with just a few words, saying that he was keeping the letter for him and would read it when he came back.
. Little did they know that as soon as they left, Uncle Yang and others followed behind.
There were no words all the way. That day, Jia Huan and Yang Song arrived in Ji'an and stayed at the largest inn. Because they looked wealthy, the shopkeeper went upstairs to bring tea and water. Jia Huan took the opportunity to make some big talk.
, and also said: "The mountain king named Wan in Jinggang Mountain owed my brother money last year!"
The shopkeeper's eyes sank slightly, and the waiter on the side said: "Wan Dawang is not from a poor family, so how can he owe your brother money? He is obviously bragging, isn't he?"
Jia Huan said, "Why are you trying to coax you? If you don't believe me, ask him yourself. Not only does he owe my brother money for food, but he also owes fodder money for his horse." The boy didn't believe it, but Jia Huan was right.
True.
At that moment, the two people withdrew, and Yang Song said, "Master Huan, can you lure Wan Zhang down the mountain like this?"
Jia Huan said with a smile: "Being a mountain king, you have to always pay attention to what's going on down the mountain, right? The biggest inn at the foot of the mountain is ninety percent owned by them, and even if it isn't, it must have something to do with them. That old fox Wan Zhang will definitely understand."
Sure enough, Wan Zhang came to the door that night. Because Jia Huan went out with several road guides, this time using Zhao San, Wan Zhang called him "Master Zhao San". Jia Huan looked at his appearance
It was true what Chen Ruijin said. He thought it was him. Then he said, "Master Cong wants to ask King Wan a favor."
"What's the matter?"
Jia Huannai said: "Master Cong needs to use a kind of material to make elixirs based on ancient books, but he hasn't figured out what it is called yet. He only knows that it exists in Dayu County, Jiangxi Province. Therefore, he wants to ask the king to try to make the black and white materials in Dayu Mountain
Get a few pieces of ore. Although it is a bit trivial, it is extremely important."
Wan Zhang thought: "It's not a big deal, it's just a bit trivial."
Jia Huan said seriously: "It's very important."
Wan Zhang smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, it's easy."
Jia Huan was overjoyed and said to him, "Thank you so much, poor Taoist!"
When Wan Zhang entered the door, he noticed that although he was wearing the clothes of an ordinary businessman, he was wearing Shifang shoes with blue and white stripes. Hearing him cheerfully call himself a "poor man" made him feel funny, and he became more and more convinced of this.
He is a Taoist priest. There are rumors about immortality when Jia Cong takes a pee, so it is not surprising to associate with a Taoist priest. He only does nothing on the surface, but talks to Jia Huan about collecting ores and how to deliver them. Jia Huan repeatedly told him what the materials were.
It was important, and he kept telling them until they were about to finish saying everything. Wan Zhang said goodbye and went out, but still told them again at the door.
Yang Song looked on and said with a smile: "The third master is so good at it, he must think that it is for making elixirs."
Jia Huan said: "He is still a member of the King of Yan, so there is no harm in being more cautious."
After the matter was over, Jia Huan asked Yang Song if he wanted to go back to Taiwan. Yang Song said: "Everyone is here. I'll go home and take a look."
Jia Huan said: "You just want to hide from Uncle Yang for a while. There is no way you can hide from this kind of thing." Yang Song was noncommittal.
The next day, the two set off together again. After walking for two days, they were in a place where there was no village in front of them and no store in the back. Suddenly they heard a woman shouting for help in the distance. Yang Song was a kind-hearted person, so he wanted to go and check.
Jia Huan said: "How can there be a woman in this barren mountain? It can't be a goblin."
Yang Song smiled and said: "Where can there be a goblin? Even if there is a goblin, you and I are not Tang Monk. Are we still afraid of her?"
Then he followed the source of the sound. He turned around and saw a thatched shed at the other end of the mountain. It was from the shed that the cry for help came. He opened the door and took a look. There was a woman tied up inside, with unkempt hair and a hoarse voice.
When the woman saw him, she cried as if she had seen a savior: "Please save my life, hero!" Yang Song quickly untied the rope from her body, asked her to relax, stretch her muscles and bones, and led her to Jia Huan.
Jia Huan saw that the woman was gray-haired, sallow, and skinny. If she looked closely, her appearance was not outstanding, but it was somewhat attractive, but she could tell that she was only twenty-three-four years old. He asked her what was going on.
It turned out that this woman's surname was Zeng. She was a maid of a wealthy family in Fujian. She was supposed to serve her grandma. Because she was getting older, the government wanted to match her with someone else. There was a powerful old woman who raised her son alone, who was suffering from tuberculosis.
The daughter-in-law gave her a gift and made her his daughter-in-law. The great-granddaughter was childless for three years after marrying into their family. The old woman became anxious and beat her and scolded her day and night. The tuberculosis son had never been close to her, so how could she get a son? It was just the old woman.
She refused to admit that her son was incompetent, and she beat and scolded her more and more. One day, the old woman got some aphrodisiac from outside, mixed it with tea and fed it to her son. How could his son's body bear it?
He died. The old woman cried and beat her and scolded her. She was the only one who killed her son.
Because life was so difficult, Zeng Nu wanted to take a break and seek death. She had quietly walked to the door of the backyard, and the well was not far away. Suddenly she heard two night watchmen eating wine and chewing their teeth. Who was in the house?
She fled to Taiwan to work and earned a lot of money with her own efforts. Now she has asked someone to redeem her whole family. She suddenly remembered that she had heard that two years ago, it was possible to get land for reclaiming wasteland in Taiwan.
You can rent farm tools and get there without using a road. And there are many boats on the coast adjacent to Taiwan that are dedicated to ferrying people. If you don’t have the boat money, you can sign a note first and pay it back after making money in a few years. What about Taiwan?
The magistrate was originally a noble person in the capital, but now he is increasingly protected by the prince, and people who have lost their slaves do not dare to find fault with them.
She then thought that she had also farmed in the early years when she was in Zhuangzi. Anyway, staying in her husband's house would mean death; it was better to run away, even if she was caught, she would still die. What if she escaped? So she took advantage of the opportunity.
Her mother-in-law fell asleep and stole a few steamed buns in the kitchen. She didn't even dare to take the daily changes of clothes and escaped alone. Because she had no money or food, she begged all the way. Who knew she took the wrong road and didn't go to Taiwan?
Arrive in Jiangxi.
She had begged all the way and was not afraid of walking a little longer, so she thought of walking back. This morning she asked a driver for directions. The people in the car heard about it and opened the curtain to look at her.
After a few glances, she smiled and ordered someone to give her a pair of decent clothes and twenty taels of silver. She thought she had met a living Bodhisattva, but she didn't expect that the silver would attract the eyes of thieves. The two thieves followed her quietly, and there was no one around.
He robbed her of the money given by the nobleman, and because he disliked the clothes being stained by her, he didn't take them off, so he tied her up and left her here to die.
After hearing this, Yang Song and Jia Huan looked at each other for a few times. Yang Song asked, "Do you believe it, Third Master?"
Jia Huan said: "You have met more people than me, and you still ask me? I think it is credible."
Because just now she said that her face was ashen when she was at her husband's house, and it didn't seem like she was lying. Yang Song actually believed her to the point where he asked, "What are you going to do now?"
The daughter-in-law smiled and said, "But that money shouldn't belong to me. I got all my clothes in vain. Since I came here to beg for food, I just go back to begging for food. But with the blessing of Bodhisattva, I can live to Taiwan and plant a piece of it in the spring of next year."
If the land is not preserved, we can live for decades more."