Chapter 933: Chen Wang paid off his debts in the birthplace, and Xuanyuan asked for a signature in Wudang Mountain
There is an irrigation ditch outside the Yihe City in Youzhou. In autumn, the large reed marsh was like heavy snow, and several Linhe villages were scattered among them. A carriage turned from the official road to the small road, and it was bumpy. The groom was a young man wearing strange clothes, with a dull expression.
Behind the groom was a man in a clean clothes, leaning against the wall of the carriage, hanging his legs outside the carriage, swaying gently along with the undulating carriage.
On the road in dusk, the carriage caught up with an old farmer who had finished his work. When the carriage passed by the old farmer, the man in the clothes turned his head and looked at the old man who happened to cast curious eyes at him. The old man had a very unappreciating face and a gully, but although his figure was hunched, he was still half a head taller than those southern elderly people and his footsteps were quite agile. It can be seen that the old man must have been in a good position when he was young.
The man in the clothes called out a gentleman, and the coachman carried the reins. The carriage slowly stopped. The man jumped out of the carriage and greeted him with a smile: “Fourth Grandpa”. The old farmer was stunned. He didn’t know why this junior who looked very handsome and called him fourth grandpa. It was probably shocked by the momentum of the man in the clothes. The old farmer was stuttering, nervous and did not dare to talk to him.
The man in the dress smiled in the most authentic Youzhou local accent: “I, Chen Wang at the end of the village, Fourth Grandpa, I don’t recognize him.”
The old farmer widened his eyes and looked at the young man who claimed to be living at the end of the village, and then suddenly woke up. A smile appeared on his wrinkled vicissitudes: “Xiao Wang!”
Chen Wang grinned and said, “Yes.”
The old man sighed and wondered, “Why are you back? Didn’t you go to Beijing to take the exam?”
Chen Wang smiled and said, “I’ve finished the exam a long time ago. I’ll go home to see you. The fourth grandpa lent me two taels of silver back then, but I dare not forget it.”
The old man waved his hand and asked curiously, “How was the exam?”
Chen Wang said softly, “It’s okay.”
The old man said oh, perhaps because he was worried that he would hurt the young man’s face, so he didn’t ask the bottom line. Besides, the old man who had been dealing with the yellow land all his life could not ask, but just sighed: “What a pity.”
Chen Wang’s face was calm, as if he didn’t understand the regret in the old man’s words.
Chen Wang walked back to the village side by side with the old farmer to talk about the harvest of the crops this year, the marriage of peers, and whether the elders in the village are still alive.
Through chatting, Chen Wang learned that his yellow-crystal Chancellor’s ancestral home had long been dilapidated and a wall had collapsed. This is reasonable. How can a house that has not returned to the hometown for ten years and is extremely simple and safe? Chen Wang’s parents passed away one after another before taking the exam. The ownerless house is not the seemingly weak reeds. The old farmer has some words left after the fall and the next spring has not said. In fact, this little Wang came to BeijingLater, there was a woman in the village who would have gone to clean up often and cleaned it up, just like her own home, year after year. Many young people who secretly like her also gave up and got married and had children, while the yellow daughter gradually became an old girl. But now she is gone. What’s the use of telling Chen Wang about this? Besides, Chen Wang has been in the capital for so many years. Maybe she can’t remember her. Otherwise, if she really wanted to, even if she couldn’t go home for so many years, why didn’t she even send a letter back?
As she was approaching the village, the old man raised his head and looked at the village where the smoke was curling, and couldn’t help but sigh. The daughter’s home is at the entrance of the village. She is so virtuous that she has to give her a thumbs up even within a radius of hundreds of miles. In her early years, the matchmaker almost broke through the threshold of her family. But she refused, and her parents had no choice but to do anything. No one expected that in the end, that tragic event would happen. The common people accept their fate, but if their fate is not good, they can’t blame anyone. This is like getting sick. If you can withstand it, you can survive. If God doesn’t give you food, he will be considered as a sanctuary.
Chen Wang did not enter the village, but suddenly stopped and asked, “Fourth Grandpa, where is her grave?”
The old man was stunned for a moment, lowered his voice and said, “How do you know her…”
The old man did not continue to speak, and Chen Wang did not speak either.
The old man pointed to the ferry and said, “It’s just there, the grave is small, so it’s easy to find.”
Chen Wang took out a heavy bag of money and a letter paper: “Fourth Grandpa, please help me repay the village’s accounts and hand them over to the private school teacher or a nearby private school teacher. Their heads were clearly written.”
The old man hesitated for a moment, but still did not refuse. He carefully took the letter paper money bag and asked, “Don’t go back to the village to see.”
Chen Wang shook his head and said, “I won’t go. I’ve been to the grave for my parents and I’m going to go back to the capital immediately.”
The old man sighed, “This is too urgent.”
Chen Wang smiled.
The old man had just walked out a few steps and suddenly turned around and asked, “Xiao Wang, you really are a high-ranking official in the capital.”
Chen Wang seemed to have no idea how to answer. The high-ranking official Huang Zigong, the Grand Secretary of Tai’an City, was at the center and was in charge of the prime minister once
So he had to laugh, “It’s not big.”
The old man said with relief, “That’s also very promising. The fourth grandpa knew very early that you must be good!”
Chen Wang smiled calmly.
The old man didn’t forget to glance at the young man standing beside Chen Wang. When he turned around and left, he was full of suspicion. His clothes looked strange.
Chen Wang and the “young eunuch” of the same age as the country moved slowly forward, and his parents’ grave was not far outside the village.
Chen Wang raised his hand and brushed through the reeds.
When he was studying hard, he didn’t dare to think about the title of Jinshi and the Golden List.There is even less luxury. They just think that it is already a great thing for their son to read and read. It is very amazing that the northern part of the cold is bitter and cold. It is very different from the Central Plains, especially the rich Jiangnan. There is a place where people like to pay attention to farming and reading and pass on their families. In Beiliang, it is very common for young and strong people to join the army, but they are rare for those who hold books in their hands. He just entered Beijing to participate in the imperial examination, and Beiliang was the only one who did not set up an examination hall in Tai’an City. I was not familiar with the place and had no care from my fellow imperial examination fellows, so I had to stay in a small temple. Beiliang accent made him hit a wall everywhere. The same ancient book would be much more expensive if the store sells it to him. Even though he passed the palace examination later, he still had no friendship with the same age in the officialdom, and Beiliang was considered the only one. Jin Lanting’s success in Tai’an City, Yan Jiexi became a royal relative. The two deliberately did not change this out of personal grudges. Even if Yao Baifeng served as the left priest of the Imperial College, he was still willing but unable to do so.
And Chen Wang, Chen Shaobao, in the eyes of the civil and military officials of the court, was the always-off attendant of the Zuo Sanqi. He was the most important future chief assistant today, but he was determined and powerful, but he could not do it.
Chen Wang walked slowly. On both sides are reeds that are taller than the human roof, and huge and soft reeds rise with the autumn wind, and I don’t know where they fall.
Chen looked at the grave, pulled out the disordered weeds, then straightened his clothes, knelt down and kowtowed three times.
The son wants to support him but his parents are not waiting.
The old man who was respected as the fourth grandfather by this man in the clothes may never know in his life that the two things handed over to him by the younger generation, the money bag and letter paper, the latter is worth a thousand gold by relying on the last signature of the word “Chen Wang”.
In the past twenty years of Beiliang, there have been only a few people in the Liyang officialdom. Among them, Lanting of Jin was appointed as the Minister of Rites, Yan Jiexi was named the Grand Secretary, and Yao Baifeng, the Grandmaster of Neo-Confucianism, was in charge of the Imperial College, but these three people may not be as heavy as Chen Wang. It can even be said that the two secret letters of this scholar from Beiliang who left his hometown greatly changed the pattern of Beiliang.
On the way back, Chen Wang met a man of the same age who was strong. When he saw him, the man looked complicated, angry, awe, surprised, and puzzled.
The man took a deep breath, then handed Chen Wang a coarse cloth bag with a stern face: “The things left by my sister are all books you left back then, I’ll give it to you.”
Chen Wang took the cloth bag and was stunned.
The man turned around and walked away, suddenly stopped, and his voice hoarse, “Wangzi, although my sister… don’t think she died in vain! She is cleaner than anyone else!”
Chen Wang covered his mouth, looked at the back of the brother-in-law who had always been holding her shoulders and shouted at her brother-in-law in her early years, and said vaguely, “I’m sorry.”
The man murmured, “You tell her this.”
Chen Wang was silent, pointingScarlet red seeps between the seams.
I haven’t moved for a long time.
Chen Wang held the cloth bag and came to the ferry to find the small tomb.
The eunuch didn’t know where to end.
Chen Wang sat cross-legged in front of the grave.
Sit opposite the small grave.
There is an illiterate woman who will find a clean place in the sun, spread out her books, spread out one by one, and put away one by one.
A woman who is not married will go to the small ferry when there is no one, waiting for someone, looking away again and again, turning around again and again.
Chen Wang gently opened the cloth bag and looked down at him. There were the familiar “Book of Rites” and “Great Learning”, as well as the older elementary school reading book “Three, Hundred, Thousand”.
In those days, he often wrote to her for work in the fields, pounding clothes at the ferry, snowing, or picking reeds.
This year is ten years away from that year.
He and her are also separated by yin and yang.
Chen Wang closed his eyes and said softly: “There are troubles in the country, the king dies in the country, the doctor dies in the ancestral temple, and the people die in the countryside…