Chapter 859 Cao Changqing drinks wine in the small town, and the little clay man finally returns to Beiliang
On the battlefield near Guazizhou, the Dragon Cavalry Army of Daxue had absorbed the more than 500 Western Chu study seeds and began to return north.
A sword light shines in the world with thirty states.
A young woman carrying a red sandalwood sword box supported the young vassal king and jumped off the big cold dragon bird and stood on the side of the cavalry. The cavalry suddenly stopped moving forward.
When the long sword returned to the sheath, a veteran Xu family who had experienced the Spring and Autumn War, saw that scene, suddenly woke up, quickly turned over and dismounted, and shouted loudly: “Heavy Snow Dragon Cavalry! Meet the Princess of Beiliang!”
The few voices of “Meet the Emperor” were completely submerged in the loud sound of “Meet the Princess of Beiliang”, which scared Jiang Ni so much that he hid directly behind Xu Fengnian.
But even Xu Fengnian himself did not expect that the timid little clay man behind him would soon beat the drums on the top of the city of Jubeicheng and personally see off the Beiliang Iron Cavalry.
Jufeng Town, located in the southern part of Yangjing, is a hub of the longitudinal canal. It was originally just a remote village that no one cares about. In just 20 years, it has become a very large-scale prosperous town, with everything, not inferior to famous towns in Jiangnan.
A blue-shirted Confucian scholar entered Jufeng Town with a small bag, which was not conspicuous in the town where fish and dragons were mixed. There is a saying in Jufeng Town now: Nowadays, people who return to the north are cowards, and those who go south are Jin Guihan. Because recently, there are often heard horse hooves near Jufeng Town, and a large group of cavalry continue to head south to help Guangling Road. It is said that the overall situation is about to be settled. The great figures in the court, especially the big men in the army, all used their energy to send their descendants into the army of the southward army. The most exaggerated thing is that as a veteran who was one of the Dinghai Dinghai Swordsman in the two Liao borders, the eldest grandson got a strong official from the Liaodong border from the real-time chief lieutenant. He quickly drove his grandson out of the border army and threw him to the battlefield of Guangling Road. It is said that after he transformed himself, he became the military aide of the commander-in-chief of the Southern Expedition, and naturally had a bright future.
This Confucian scholar did not find an inn to rest, but went straight to Jufeng Town, a famous book market. There are large and small book shops on both sides of a 300-step street. Although the history of Jufeng Town is only 20 years old, many shops dare to show off the sign of “a century-old brand”, but most book buyers laugh it off and are too lazy to care about anything. The Confucian scholars did not choose the book shops that brought up golden signs, but entered a slightly narrow and dark small bookstore in the second half of the street. Although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, the father and son of this bookstore are both engraved and sold books. They cannot find any expensive and lonely books for sale, and they will definitely not find the kind of famous works that cannot be engraved by the imperial court. However, the key is to carefully select them. Occasionally, there will be several versions of the Western Chu South Supervisory Commission or the vassal engraved books similar to those of the people. If you can’t see the Dharma, it depends purely on your personal preferences.
Seeing this Confucian scholar crossing the threshold and being entertained by a group of young peopleThe middle-aged shop owner of the guest smiled and quickly put down his business and walked forward to greet him. The Confucian scholar in front of him was an old customer of their store. He didn’t buy many books, but he had been there for more than ten years and would visit him almost every two years. The most important thing was that he had a lot of chats with his father, so his father, who rarely drank, would always make an exception during his lifetime. He insisted on taking the Confucian scholar to sit down and drink, saying that it was a drink, and he could drink a small kilogram of wine while drinking.
The Confucian scholar asked with a smile, “Brother Chu was talking about the face version of “The Crying of the Insects Under the Lamp” that he couldn’t find last time, and I brought it to him.”
The middle-aged shop owner said frankly, “Mr. Cao, my father left last year.” The Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, a little sad, but he still pulled out the book from his bag.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, “I’ll leave when I left. When my father left, I was 70 years old. Before he left, he often smiled and said that life was rare and it was rare for 70 years. He would make money in this life. Mr. Cao, my father was sick and undisaster, and he left after a night’s sleep. We are not worried about our sons. However, before my father left, he often said, “If I could have a drink with my husband before he died, then his life would be really perfect.”
The Confucian scholar surnamed Cao apologized: “I had the opportunity to come here last year, but I left in a hurry, and I felt it was inconvenient. If I had known this, I would have come no matter what. If you accepted this book, and when you go back to toast Brother Chu’s grave, you’ll burn it.”
The middle-aged shop owner smiled and joked, “Mr. Cao, then I won’t give you money.”
The Confucian scholar hurriedly waved his hand: “I have drunk so many drinks for so many years, so how can I be embarrassed to collect money from you? By the way, if I remember correctly, your fisherman and woodcutter should have the ceremony to celebrate the ceremony.”
The middle-aged man seemed to be angry when he talked about the bastard and said helplessly: “Don’t mention that bastard. Mr. Cao, you don’t know. Our family is not a family of poetry and books, nor is it called a scholarly family. But at least he is a person who deals with sages every day. He didn’t expect that the boy would not listen to advice as he grew up. He had his thin bamboo pole figure and wanted to join the army. Not long ago, he followed a few good peers in the town and went to the county town to say that there was a back door to clear it. If he was lucky, he could go to the south to fight. As a result, he came back in depressed. I didn’t say anything, but every day The chicken crowed and got up and ran to the canal. I told me, this kid is just young, I don’t know what is more comfortable and comfortable than living a peaceful life. Mr. Cao, that kid has grown up, and my father’s words are not useful, but he has listened to you since he was a child. If he is not in a hurry to leave, I will go to him now. Mr. must help him talk about him. If he can twist his stubbornness back, I will give him a set of “Winter Snow Falling Collection” in the Xichu Chongwenguan version. That is a good thing that my father is reluctant to take away. He told me to keep it as a family heirloom and pass it on from generation to generation.”
Without waiting for the Confucian scholar surnamed Cao to say anything, the middle-aged shop owner didn’t even care about businessThen, he ran to the street to find his son who was more worried the older he was.
Five or six young men and women in the shop started chatting boredly. Nowadays, the first thing to do is to start the Guangling war, and they all believe that it is time to make a conclusion. These wealthy and noble children with accent in the capital are worthy of being figures living at the feet of the emperor. They speak in a slight voice. Although the sound is not loud, others can hear it very loudly. After commenting on the military achievements and abilities of the leading generals of the imperial court, he criticized the important civil and military officials of Western Chu. He quickly talked about Cao Changqing, the real backbone of the restoration of Western Chu, but the two sides had a confrontation. On the one hand, Cao Changqing only had outstanding martial arts and Go skills, and he was not enough to truly make the final decision of the chessboard. The other party retorted that Cao Changqing was a clever wife and could not cook without rice. He lost in Western Chu and could not have the right time, place and people. He was definitely not the great official who had weak chess muscles. There was no dispute, and both sides made friends and could not fight, so inexplicably, they turned the topic to the queen of the former dynasty of Western Chu. The two young women were a little sympathetic when they talked about it. A young man in Jinyi sneered at the beauty who harmed the country and the people. After the destruction of Western Chu, it was rumored that it was the woman who ruined the fortune of Great Chu. Otherwise, the original fate of Western Chu should have 160 years of national fortune. Soon another young man smiled and said, why is the saying that “nine out of ten sheep are incomplete” is not because the Empress Xichu of the Year of the Sheep
The Confucian scholar in blue with frosty hair not far away was silent.
A young man who kept playing with a small bronze seal chuckled softly: “Not to mention that Cao Changqing’s reputation is hard to match, the King of Beiliang is really confused. The court clearly has relaxed the transportation of Guangling. He actually led 10,000 cavalry south to Guangling Road under the banner of Jingnan to quell the rebellion. But who wouldn’t know that he was actually resolutely resolutely to some Western Chu rebels. However, the court was really helpless when he became domineering in Northern Liang. After all, they control the northwest gateway and claim to be 300,000 cavalry. My father had made a decision with people in the Ministry of War, and it was estimated that the cavalry would have 120,000 to 300,000. Alas, we are really frustrated. If it weren’t for the Beimang, the Xu family in Northern Liang would have handed over the military power long ago.”
The Confucian scholar put down a yellowed ancient book and smiled and said, “Otherwise, I’m afraid of the word “if” when I say things in the world.”
The people actually saw this literati in blue clothes with a good temperament. Although they didn’t look like an official, the Liyang court and the country were mostly polite to scholars. Moreover, most of the hermits and scholars in the world looked so high-standard and extraordinary. These famous young people came from the family of officials in the capital, so naturally they would not be disgusted with this person.
The Confucian scholar asked with a smile: “I have always been very curious about why the young Northwest vassal king fought to the border to death, can you please solve my doubts?”
A young man with a crooked look said loudly: “Isn’t he Xu Fengnian the Grandmaster of Wu Ping? Since no one will die, he Xu Fengnian will die. WhyIf you lose without taking the Northern Liang cavalry to fight, you will just run away. If you win, you will be famous in history and be remembered forever. If it were me, I would still fight Beimang, and I would fight Beimang to the death! ”