"It has been more than ten years since the imperial court canonized heroes. Basically every county has a hero. There are seven heroes in Yuxia County, and Daxia Xue has the best reputation among the heroes. Everyone says that he is generous and hospitable. Yi Bo Yuntian. Not only did he not make things difficult for our righteous men, he also took the initiative to help and give guidance. He is truly a hero worthy of the name."
The wheels rustled over the leaves. In the woods, Yang Dong's voice was particularly loud.
The young man sitting on the donkey cart had been listening carefully, and suddenly said: "Wait a minute, will other heroes embarrass the righteous?"
Yang Dong said: "This... I can't say. After all, we righteous men have something to ask for from the heroes. As long as we are on the Jiuzhou Loyalty List and have meritorious service, we must exchange our skills, elixirs, and weapons with the heroes in each county. Since we are controlled by others, among them There will inevitably be grievances.”
Tang Zhao frowned and said: "Isn't there a court rule on the exchange list? How can you still be made trouble by private individuals?"
Yang Dong said: "That's what you said. The "Laws of the Jin Dynasty" was also set by the imperial court. Are there less corrupt officials in the world? Although righteous men are better than ordinary people, and they are compared to ordinary people, they still have Eat the royal rations. The hero is really compared to the county magistrate, both in name and in reality. Youdao is that the county magistrate is not as good as the current supervisor. To us, the hero is both a county magistrate and a current supervisor. Think about it. Got it? Like our Daxia Sun in Baihe County, with that reputation...who wants to live up to the list without giving him a few twists and turns?"
"But it is said - it is said that Xue Daxia will not be like this. No matter who he is, whether he is an acquaintance or a new face, a local or a stranger, a poor or a rich person, he will treat him the same. Not only will there be no partiality in exchanging merit, but he will also take the initiative Give guidance to the younger generations. If the righteous man who comes to visit has any difficulties, he will definitely help generously."
The young man was in high spirits and said, "That's what I heard too! Anyone who has met Master Xue will unanimously say that he is good."
After saying that, he felt a little apprehensive and said, "But what if...it's hard to live up to your reputation?"
Yang Dong held down the sword and said: "Then he will consider himself unlucky, what else can he do? This hero with the best reputation is like this, what is the difference between other heroes?"
Tang Zhao crossed his hands, as if he was in a daze or praying.
Unconsciously, the woods gradually became thinner. A wall of tiger-skinned mountain stone is exposed in the gaps between the branches.
Then, a magnificent manor came into view.
The manor is built on the mountain. Below the gray tile cornices, high pink and white walls spread far away, tightly surrounding the Guangsha houses, like a fortress, covering the sky and the earth from a distance.
It was almost dusk, and the sun shone slantingly on the door, and the characters "Heyang Daxia Mansion" shone brightly.
Below the door plaque, the red lacquer door is tightly closed, with two stone lions on the left and right, like two door gods.
Several people stopped and looked at Gaomen Qihu. They felt that the aura was overwhelming and they all felt timid.
Yang Dong rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll go."
"Pah, pah, pah—"
The door knocker rang, and the sound carried far away.
There was silence inside the door for a long time, then with a creak, the door slowly opened a crack.
There was a cough.
A head stuck out from the crack in the door. No appearance was visible, but it was first seen that it was full of white hair.
An old man came out with narrowed eyes and said, "Who disturbed the old man's sleep?"
Although Yang Dong saw that he was as old as a rotten wood, he was an old disciple of Heyang Hero and could not be offended. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "I am Yang Dong, a righteous man from Yuxia County. I came to see He for the Jiuzhou Loyalty List." Master Yang."
The old man looked dull and said "Huh?"
Yang Dong's heart skipped a beat and he thought: Could he be an old fool?
He took out a shiny silver post from his arms and said, "This is Yang's righteous post, please let me know."
A martyr's note is a certificate issued by the court, which records a martyr's name, place of origin, origin, etc., as well as all his meritorious deeds. If you want to redeem the treasures on the list, you need a martyr post. Yang Dong, the righteous man, wiped his post frequently, and the surface was bright and spotless.
A hand with wrinkles like orange peel stretched out from the crack of the door, grabbed the righteous post, and took it back tremblingly.
Yang Dong saw his most precious righteous stick trembling in his hand and almost falling off. He was very anxious and said: "Old housekeeper, hold on tighter."
Just listen to the old disciple say: "Hey, why is this post so light..."
Yang Dongqiang smiled and said: "It's silver-plated, so it's not too heavy."
The old man couldn't help but sigh: "It's too light, it's too light, I can't catch it."
Yang Dong was anxious there, but behind him Tang Zhao whispered: "Brother Feng, that old man doesn't mean..."
Sui Feng nodded and gently twisted his fingers.
Everyone knew this move, and Tang Zhao couldn't help but look disappointed.
They onlookers knew that Yang Dong was obsessed with the authorities and did not react.
Finally, when the hand reached out to the door, the old man finally said: "Young man, did you bring nothing else besides the righteous letter?"
Yang Dong said "Huh?"
The old man's tone was obviously impatient, and he said: "Don't you have any hard goods?"
Yang Dong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt very frustrated. It was difficult to maintain the spirit of fighting hard all the way, and he was only discouraged and said: "If I didn't bring it, all the achievements I had made before would not count?"
Before he finished speaking, the old disciple shook his hand and the silver righteous poster fell down.
Face down in the dust.
"Oh, I'm old, my hands are shaking and I can't hold them. I'm going to lie down."
After that, the door was closed inward again.
With Yang Dong's agility, he actually had time to pick it up before it hit the ground, but his mind went blank and he couldn't react. He watched helplessly as his name was hit on the ground.
There was another "squeak" sound of the door closing in my ears.
There seemed to be a "bounce" sound, and a string that had been stretched for a long time suddenly broke.
He reached out with both hands, holding the door leaf with one hand, and reached into the door with the other hand. He pulled the little old man out by his neck and shouted: "Old man! How dare you insult me!"
The little old man pulled his feet off the ground, but he didn't panic at all. He pointed at him and said, "Grandson, let go of your hands quickly!"
Veins popped up on Yang Dong's forehead, and he shouted loudly: "Go and call Xue out, let me see him, see if he is with you? If he is also a black heart, There is no need for you to chase me away, I will go on my own and never set foot in Heyang County again. Call him out quickly and tell me to give up on this idea!"
The little old man stared at him and said, "Are you going to let me go?"
Yang Dong said: "Old dog——"
Only a few barks of "woof, woof, woof" were heard, and the door suddenly opened, and a group of vicious dogs rushed out.
The vicious dogs, black and yellow, all strong and fierce, came like a wave, slammed into Yang Dong, knocked him over, and then surrounded him and started biting him.
Yang Dong yelled and rolled over while being bitten, rolled to the side, rolled and crawled and managed to get up. He took out one hand and swung it with a knife, blasting away the group of dogs. He wanted to fight back, but was almost beaten by a dog behind him. When he found his way out, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he ran away. The vicious dogs chased him, biting him, and surrounded him in front and back, until he couldn't even raise his head.
He ran all the way and shouted: "Xue, I'm blind, you are a hypocrite and you are not as honest as someone else. Ah...I said...I said you are uncle...I said you are grandma!"
The barking of dogs and the barking of people faded away, and only Yang Dong's last shout, "I call you our ancestor for eight generations!" gradually became inaudible.
The old man patted the dirt on his body, stood up tremblingly, and said, "Little thief, I've seen you like this a lot. Still can't cure you?"
At this time, he saw a donkey cart next to him. There was someone sitting on the donkey cart. He was still a thin boy. He was barely a teenager. Looking at his stature, he was just like a child.
Probably he had never seen such a young child in front of the door. He looked up and down at the young man with drowsy eyes.
Tang Zhao was also looking at the old man, and he found that the old man was really old. He is so old that he is full of energy and energy, so old that people forget about his past and feel pity, so old that his face is blurred.
Just listen to the old man's confused voice: "Who are you? What do you look like crying here?"
Tang Zhao was stunned, and stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes. It turned out that it was not an illusion, but really blurry. It was his own vision that was blurred.
The moment the vicious dog attacked him, a feeling of extreme disappointment and sadness arose in his heart, and his eyes became sore unknowingly.
But he definitely didn't cry!
What else is there to cry about? !
He raised his head, and heaven and man were at war in his heart.
In the end, he took out a letter and a palm-sized box from his arms, and said: "Student Tang Zhao, on the order of my late master, visited the hero Xue. I have letters and tokens from the hero's old friends. Please forward them to your Majesty on your behalf." .”
He stretched his palms towards his neck. Since he decided to put his life first, if the old man insisted on asking for a bribe, he would only offer the collar around his neck.
The old man took the letter, looked at it in the sun, and looked at Tang Zhao from head to toe. He said without saying anything, "Wait." He moved back to the door step by step and closed the door with his backhand.
