Due to heavy snow and road closures, news from Qinzhong County did not spread outside the country.
The only remaining county magistrate in the county braved the howling snowstorm and walked to the Xinzhou government office. He knelt down at the door and cried that Mr. Yang had passed away.
This news is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Xinzhou, which is swaying in the disaster. Xinzhou was newly established with only two prefects. These two prefects are still carrying out disaster relief in the local area, and the rest of the officials are sitting in the government offices.
, were at a loss, and they had no time to think about it. They were still responsible for dispatching the entire disaster relief work in the new state.
They could only interrupt the tears frozen by the cold winter and continue to devote themselves to disaster relief.
The county magistrate returned to the county seat and did not dare to move the bodies of Yang Gong and others without permission. However, their bodies were not covered up. Every day, people came spontaneously to clean up the snow around Yang Gong. Some people even
An altar was placed in front of Duke Yang, and the remaining grain and meat were placed on it. They worshiped day and night. The county magistrate waited anxiously for the officials to come, and waited for seven or eight days.
Fortunately, the wind and snow were very strong, and Yang Gong's body had not yet rotted or smelled.
Finally, the old oxen wrapped in cotton pulled the cart and arrived at the county with difficulty. The county magistrate immediately led people to greet him. At this time, the wind and snow had eased a lot. As the Northern and Southern armies moved out, the roads were broken, and Cao Cao
Disaster relief was also carried out from the east side, which allowed He Xinyou's situation to improve for three weeks. Hezhou was the first to receive relief materials from the temple.
Then came the two states of Xinyou.
A strange man jumped out of the oxcart. He stood over his age, with a short beard and a long lapel. Several followers came down one after another. The man was trembling all over and his face was red. He looked at the county magistrate below. The magistrate did not recognize this person.
Who? However, looking at the yellow crossbow carried by his entourage, he rushed to meet him first, and then asked about his identity.
"Lu Zhi, the governor of Hezhou."
The county magistrate hurriedly visited again, but he had some doubts in his heart. He thought it would be a prefect or a registrar from somewhere, but he didn't expect that the governor of Hezhou came in person. However, he heard that he and Yang Gong had an affair.
The relationship has never been good, so why did you brave the wind and snow to come here in person today?
Lu Zhi raised his head, covered his brow with his hand, and asked, "Mr. Yang, where is he?"
"Just ahead...in the avenue..."
"Well..." Lu Zhi nodded, then looked behind him and said, "This time, I brought several carriages and horses to send Mr. Yang back to his hometown and give him a grand burial... You don't have to follow me.
When you come, wait here for the carriage and horses to take you there..."
"Sincerely."
Lu Zhi smiled gently at him, and then walked forward. The servants behind him quickly followed. The county magistrate didn't know why the affairs of Xinzhou were carried out by the governor of Hezhou. Maybe it was because he was the governor of Hezhou.
The county magistrate thought so, so he sent people to guard the city gate. If they saw carriages and horses, they would come and report.
The entourage looked at the silent Lu Zhi and felt a little confused. After Lu Zhi and Yang Qiu were appointed to two newly established prefectures and counties at the same time, they started wrestling with each other. Lu Zhi couldn't stand Yang Qiu very much.
Yang Qiu despised Lu Zhi's many cruel practices and despised his policy of governing the state with strict laws. Of course, Yang Qiu also despised Lu Zhi's moderate policies and kept criticizing Lu Zhi.
Normally in the mansion, Lu Zhi would often speak ill of Yang Qiu to his followers. He would often angrily tell his surroundings that he would find a warrior in Hezhou to bring down the thief Yang Qiu...
However, unexpectedly, Duke Yang died in this ruthless winter without waiting for the assassin sent by Lu Zhi.
The followers still clearly remember the mornings a few days ago.
A follower, Xinyue, came to report the matter, and he was overjoyed that the thief Yang Qiu was dead.
However, he did not get the reward he longed for. Instead, he caused a fatal disaster for himself. Lu Zhi, who was excited about the arrival of the relief materials, suddenly froze his smile. He first asked what happened.
, after learning the reason, he angrily executed the followers who came to report. How can you, the great sage of the country, allow you to criticize?
Later, Lu Zhi personally went to the temple to tell the story of the incident in Xinzhou, and proposed that in order to prevent Yang Qiu's body from being damaged, he wanted to go to Xinzhou to dispose of Yang Gong's body. Afterwards, he arranged for disaster relief in various counties in Hezhou.
The incident happened, so he headed towards Qinzhong County. Qinzhong is also called New Qinzhong, which is the most severely affected area in the whole north. Lu Zhi suffered a lot during this trip.
In the middle of the road, a group of common people were guarding them. When they saw someone coming, a few people stepped forward to stop them. They raised their hands and said, "A great sage has passed away here, so I hope we can take a detour..." The entourage behind Lu Zhi stepped forward to stop him.
Wanting to scold him, Lu Zhi waved his hand and asked them to retreat helplessly. Lu Zhi said gently: "I am an old friend of Duke Yang, and I have been ordered to come and dispose of his body..."
The few people looked at each other and gave way.
Lu Zhi squeezed in from among the people. The road in the middle section was swept clean, and the snow was pushed to both sides. In the middle, a group of seven people kept moving forward, carrying packages on their backs, motionless.
Lu Zhi's heart trembled suddenly, and he walked over and looked at the last person. He recognized this person. He was the chief clerk of Yang Qiu, an old official.
At this moment, he turned into a monument.
Lu Zhi held up his hands and bowed to him, and many followers behind him also hurriedly bowed to him.
They paid their respects one by one and rushed to the front. One person was holding his leg in pain. This man was only twenty years old. He was the proud disciple recruited by Yang Qiu in Xinzhou. At the front was Yang Qiu. He turned his head and looked at
Looking at his disciples without moving, Lu Zhi struggled to hold back his tears and took off his coat. His followers wanted to stop him, but they didn't know how to speak.
Gently hanging his coat on Yang Qiu, Lu Zhi looked at him, speechless for a long time.
"Mr. Yang...you have suffered...so, please be gentler..."
Lu Zhi whispered, stretched out his hands, and prostrated in front of Yang Qiu... In his heart, he was still extremely disgusted with Yang Qiu's actions, but this disgust had disappeared with Yang Qiu's death.
It dissipated, but now in his heart, only longing remained. The two of them had created countless miracles in these two newly established states in less than ten years.
But now, Yang Qiu is no longer there.
Who will ever again proudly beat his chest and shout: "Please behead me"?
well....
There was a noise in the city, and the carriages and horses of Duke Yang who came to greet him finally arrived.
Lu Zhi wanted to get up, but he stumbled suddenly and almost fell. His attendants rushed forward to support him. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the motionless monument of Yang Qiu and cried out, "Mr. Yang, I'm here to pick you up."
Go home...."
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The emperor was just rejoicing that the disaster was under control, when he received the bad news from Xinzhou. Yang Gong died heroically on the way to the disaster relief. Lu Zhi had already gone to Xinzhou, preparing to dispose of his body. When the emperor heard the news, he sat at the table
I sat there sluggishly for a long time, my eyes a little confused. Yang Gong is still strong, why is this happening?
He had already made plans, and as soon as the cold winter passed, he would let Yang Qiu enter the palace to replace the current Tingwei...
"Alas... alas... alas..."
The emperor said nothing, but sighed sadly three times, did not eat, and sat in a daze for several hours.