How a guest in Mrs. Chu's house controlled his temper and did not throw hot tea in another guest's face is unknown to outsiders. 1
Jiang Liang was sent away at the inn and fell into a coma again.
The injuries from whipping and kneeling made it difficult for him to lie down on the front and back of the bed. He had to kneel with the injuries for two days in the severe cold. Although a doctor was watching over him and administering medicine with needles in time, the injuries were still serious.
I was still in a daze, and I ate the medicine and rice as soon as they were brought to my mouth, moving fast and fiercely.
The attendant pulled out the spoon with force and said, "I am in such a hurry to eat and drink that I thought I had no energy left."
Afterwards, he was dragged awake, lying on the bed and said: "You can only have the strength to live by taking medicine and eating."
The entourage mocked: "I thought you didn't want to live anymore."
If you want to live, why do you do such a bold thing?
I ignored his sarcasm, smiled, said nothing, and closed my eyes.
They were said to be followers, but in fact they were the eunuchs who had been accompanying Wei Wan in Prince Zhao's Mansion since childhood. Seeing Wei Wan's behavior, the followers couldn't bear to ridicule anymore and sat on the bedside and sighed.
"Brother Ayu," he said, "do you want to die or live? You work day and night and ask everyone to come out to do things. You say you want everyone to live well, but you actually come to provoke Mrs. Chu and Mrs. Chu.
Your Majesty, did you know that at that time Mrs. Chu would be able to chop off your head and give it to Your Majesty?"
Wei Luo's real name was A Yu. When he heard this name that he hadn't mentioned for a long time, he sighed.
"Don't call me this anymore," he said. "My name is Wei now. If my wish is not fulfilled, this life will be unfinished."
He stretched himself out and changed his position to relieve the pain of the wound.
"The reason why I dare to say this is that I guessed that Mrs. Chu would not cut off my head, and Mrs. Chu did not have that much respect for Your Majesty."
The attendant was startled and stretched out his hand to hold his mouth: "If you get beaten again, you really won't survive."
He smiled and said nothing.
This may sound scary, but it is the truth. From the moment he found out that Mrs. Chu held the Emperor's Seal but did not hand it over to the new emperor, he had an unfulfilled ambition in this life.
The attendant felt that his smile was more scary than his words, so he was silent for a moment and asked: "Do you hate King Lu?"
Jiang Liang also asked this question just now, but there was no answer. At this time, the entourage asked again, and he said: "I don't hate him, I am not willing to accept it. I am not willing to let King Zhao die like this. I am not willing to accept it."
His voice and expression were not terrible, but his hands gripped the mattress tightly, and the freshly wrapped wound on his back oozed blood and bloomed like a flower.
The attendant held him down in fear and lowered his voice: "His Highness's death has nothing to do with King Lu. You can't hate him just because King Lu is alive and His Highness is dead! You are being unreasonable!"
Weiwei smiled: "There are so many truths to be said in this world. God allowed King Zhao to die and King Lu to live. If you want to blame God, just blame God."
The attendant threw him on the bed: "You are really crazy! What can you do if you do this? Your Highness will not survive."
He fell on the bed and the wound caused more bleeding. He was about to faint from the pain, but he didn't faint. What could he do if he did this? He didn't know, he just wanted to
This world should belong to King Zhao. If King Zhao can’t get it, King Lu can’t even think of it!
Can't you think of this? Is this crazy? What's so crazy about this? Even Ankang Mountain can be crowned emperor, and the world has gone crazy!
In the end, he was lying on the bed, with his hair disheveled, laughing like a real madman.
Mrs. Chu punished a Yizhou prefect by throwing stones into the lake on Huainan Road, causing ripples.
But it was just a ripple, and the ripples soon dissipated.
The civilian men recruited by the Dao Yamen cleaned the streets several times, and the remaining blood stains disappeared, and the incident disappeared in the hearts of the people.
The weather is getting colder and the New Year's Eve is getting closer. New Year's goods, spending winter, starting spring, farming, selling goods, buying cattle and sheep, etc., occupy the hearts of the people, making daily life busy and complicated.
Mrs. Chu just fined an official, what does it have to do with them? This is still a good thing. Mrs. Chu is upright and strict. Well, Mrs. Chu is not upright, just strict and upright. In this world, we can't ask for more.
The longer the ripples rippled in the hearts of the officials, the Lady of Chu was strict but not very upright, and the matter became less terrible.
We must not make any mistakes in the affairs of the state capital, lest we offend Mrs. Chu. We must also think carefully about whether we have offended Mrs. Chu in the past. We must also be busy preparing more rare treasures. The New Year is coming, and it is for Chu.
It is a good opportunity for the lady to give gifts, and they must be sumptuous and grand to make Mrs. Chu happy. Her daily life is even busier than before.
But in the hearts of the people who were far away from Yangzhou City and who were not officials or officials, not even a ripple was felt.
A thin layer of snow covered the wilderness, but it was no longer deserted and the fields were no longer deserted, showing traces of cultivation.
The morning fog has not yet cleared, and there are old men picking up cow and horse dung on the village road, as comfortable as they were before the war.
The old man was obviously very familiar with this place. He lowered his head in the mist and poked the ground with his fork. He walked steadily along the path without slipping into the field beside him, until the sound of a bamboo stick falling to the ground was heard in front of him.
The voice was so close that the old man raised his head subconsciously and saw that the lingering mist suddenly dispersed, and a person appeared in front of him.
Not even the sound of footsteps was heard, this person seemed to emerge from the ground, and the manure fork in the old man's hand trembled and fell out of the morning.
The man bent down and picked up the dung fork, handed it to the old man, and asked: "Old man, is there a village ahead where I can ask for some water?"
His voice was clear and mellow, his hand holding the dung fork was slender, and the other hand held a wooden staff, and then he wore a green robe, and even though his face was dusty and dusty, he still couldn't hide his handsome face, and a bamboo hat was slung behind his back, revealing the smooth top of his head.
It's not a ghost, it's a monk. The old man's heart fell to the ground and his soul returned to its original place.
"Master, why are you walking so silently?" He reached out and took the fork of manure, holding it in his hand in a heroic gesture, "I almost gave you a fork!"
Monk Mu saluted with one hand: "I scared my father-in-law."
The old man smiled: "How can we be scared? We are on Huainan Road, peaceful and peaceful. There are no rebels, bandits or evil people." He took off the water bottle from his waist and said, "There is still a long way to go to the village. Master, please drink my water first."
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Monk Mu reached out to take it, looked at the kettle and sighed: "As expected, everyone in Huainan Road is honest and willing to give."
In this troubled world, let alone sharing food and drink with others, when seeing a person walking alone, everyone will pick each other up to kill or rob him.
The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, he was a foreign monk.
Monk Mu nodded: "I came from another place, and what I saw along the way was miserable. Many villages were deserted."
The old man grabbed the monk, as if he was afraid that he would run away: "You must have come here to find a way to survive after hearing about the good times we have in Huainan Road. It's the right place for you to come here. I'm from outside. I'm not originally from here."
, our entire village is gone, I ran here with my young and old, and now, you see, I not only have a house to live in, but also fields."
He pulled Monk Mu to look around the fields, and then pointed to a place.
"Over there is the field assigned to me."
Monk Mu looked along what he pointed at and saw that the vast fields were plowed, waiting for the beginning of spring to plant food: "Are these fields given to you by Mrs. Chu?"
Almost all the fields in Daxia, even the wasteland, belong to wealthy families. The only way for refugees to have their own fields is through the help of the government.
Monk Mu looked at these fields and seemed to see several graves with simple stone monuments in Gwangju Prefecture.
People passing by would spit at the grave: "Huang is a sinner, colluding with the rebels and harming our innocent people."
"The government recruited aristocratic families to rent them to us." The old man's voice muttered to the side, "The government exempted the aristocratic families from food tax, but we still have to pay taxes. It's not like white people are exempt from food tax this year, but next year they will be exempted from food tax."
It’s time to conquer.”
Monk Mu looked back at him: "What kind of person is Mrs. Chu?"
This question made the old man even more interested. He stopped picking up cow dung and took out food and even a piece of dried meat from his bag.
"Monk, you eat. You don't eat meat. You eat my dry biscuits."
"Do you know where this meat comes from? Huainan Road is peaceful, but not everyone can eat meat."
"This is because my son is a soldier. As a soldier, he can eat meat, and his family can also share the meat."
"All this is because Mrs. Chu is kind and she is an immortal."
Mrs. Chu Guo took in all the refugees, as long as they came, she took them in. She took them in Dou County, and she took them in Guangzhou Prefecture. With the entire Huainan Road, she asked all places in Huainan Road to take in refugees.
She provided food, drink and shelter to the refugees because the local government had no money.
Mrs. Chu recruited soldiers to protect more people. Those who dare to serve as soldiers and kill rebels and bandits are all heroes. Heroes want more glory. Mrs. Chu gave them the best food and clothing and returned them to them.
's family.
Mrs. Chu not only asked everyone to kill the thieves, but she also went into battle to kill the thieves herself.
Mrs. Chu was never afraid of danger, so she patrolled Huainan Road in a carriage and on horseback.
Her carriages and horses were decorated with jewels and painted with colorful auspicious clouds, as if they were flying down from the sky.
Mrs. Chu State really came from the sky. People in a village in Dou County saw it with their own eyes. They were robbed by bandits and they begged and prayed to the sky. Then that night there were thunder and lightning and heavy rain poured down. Mrs. Chu State wore a
Colorful clothes fall from the sky.
The old man pulled the wooden monk and said sincerely: "There is no better place than ours. As long as you are willing to work, you can live as before. Stay. There is no temple in our village, but tell Li Zheng that we can build one."
Just one."
Although I thought there were a lot of refugees at first, now people everywhere are complaining that there are not enough people and are asking for people. The village chief has said that whoever can lure the refugees here will be given an extra piece of land.
Monks are also human beings and cannot be let go.
The old man was slobbering and dancing as he spoke, intent on keeping this passing monk in exchange for a bite to eat.
Monk Mu listened quietly and patiently. There was no curiosity on his face, nor did he ask questions, but it made people want to tell him more involuntarily.
When the old man finally took a breath and stopped, he nodded and spoke.
"Where is your son?" he asked.
The old man's cheerful face darkened and he looked deep into the morning mist.
The sun rises, the mist disperses, and a temple on the highest point of the hill appears between heaven and earth.
The colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and the incense smoke on the temple seemed to be endless.
This incense comes from a huge incense burner in front of the temple, which is full of fragrant wax.
The old man took out a handful of incense from the cow dung frame and threw it in. Following the rising smoke, he shouted: "Yangdan'er, I'm here to see you."
The cigarette swayed in the wind, and the old man smiled with satisfaction, as if he had received a response.
"My son's name is inside." He said to the wooden monk standing next to him. "One wall inside is full of names, and the names of the soldiers who died in the battle are all engraved on it. In addition to us coming to worship, the government also worships regularly.
Plenty of incense.”
He laughed again when he said this.
"I don't know if my Yang Dan will become a god in heaven or if he will be born into a good fetus."
Monk Mu walked past the curls of cigarettes, stepped up the steps, and walked into the temple. He faced a dark wall with dense red words on it. They were names one after another, some with first names and surnames, and some with only first names.
There is no surname, and some do not have serious names. They are just casual nicknames. Even though they are nicknames, they are still engraved on them.
The red characters on the black wall rushed over in a condescending manner. Monk Mu closed his eyes.
"Master, you can stay here. Although this is not a temple, there is incense and you can chant sutras to save these warriors." The old man's voice sounded in his ears, filled with joy.
Monk Mu opened his eyes and looked at him: "Your son is dead, why are you still so happy?"
The old man was startled and smiled: "Because my son died well. Although he died, he allowed more people to live, so that me and his wife and children could have something to support. In this troubled world, if it weren't for that time,
If a soldier dies, he dies. How could he be as glorious as he is now?"
Saying this, he sighed softly.
"Mrs. Chu Guo is really a fairy."
Monk Mu corrected him: "No, Mrs. Chu is an evil ghost."