Hai Rui remained silent for longer this time. Nannan was lying with her eyes closed, and Hai Rui was silent with her head lowered. Mrs. Hai Rui stopped crying, covering her mouth and shedding tears silently, looking at Xiao Feng and Hai Rui.
Finally, Hai Rui raised his trembling hand and stroked Nannan's hair: "Nanny, dad told you that you should starve to death. That was wrong. Daddy was wrong."
Nannan opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at her father in shock. wrong? Could dad be wrong too?
The servants at home, the neighbors on the left and right, the scholars who came to visit, everyone said that Dad was not wrong. Dad is not afraid of high officials or bad guys. Dad is a great hero.
Among those people, some said that my father was weird, some said that my father was unreasonable, but no one said that my father was not a good character or that he could make mistakes!
Looking at Nannan's big eyes as pure as autumn water, Hai Rui felt even more uncomfortable.
He was like a person who had never had any feelings before and suddenly discovered that he had feelings. The gate in his heart could no longer be closed.
"Yes, Dad is wrong. You are still too young, and Dad is too busy to tell you these truths. Grandma is old and has no energy to tell you these truths.
In the future, if you study hard, you will naturally understand these principles. When your father was your age, there were many things he did not understand. "
Nannan's eyes regained some sparkle, but she was still a little uncertain: "Dad, but Nannan still did something wrong, right? It's just because she is still young, so she doesn't have to starve to death, right?"
Hai Rui was speechless again. Of course he was thinking so, but he didn't dare to say it directly. Otherwise, if his daughter still refused to eat, wouldn't his apology be in vain?
Just when he was hesitating, Xiao Feng nodded and said
: "No, your dad was wrong. It's because Nannan didn't do anything wrong at all. Dad wrongly blamed Nannan."
Hai Rui glanced at Xiao Feng with dissatisfaction. Facing his daughter's expectant eyes, he couldn't say "that's wrong" no matter what. He just mumbled something that he couldn't understand clearly.
After all, Nannan was still very young, and her father had never treated her so tenderly before, so she was convinced in her heart, and she burst into tears, feeling extremely wronged.
After crying for a long time, she slowly stopped her voice and looked at Mrs. Hai Rui with a sob, "Mom, I'm so hungry."
Mrs. Hai Rui was so surprised that she rushed forward, picked up her daughter, and fed her porridge. Xiao Feng smiled and walked out. Hai Rui frowned, walked to the door, hesitated, and then turned back.
"Give her... just drink the porridge first, and save the meat for tomorrow. Don't eat meat if you've been hungry for a long time..."
Back in front of the stone table, Hai Rui lowered his head and lost interest in eating meat. Hai Rui's mother and Zhang Wuxin, on the other hand, were not affected at all and continued to eat.
"Sir, I am grateful to you for saving my daughter. But you should not tell your child that her father wrongly blamed her. This is wrong."
Xiao Feng stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the beef with soy sauce, but found that there were only a few slices left. He sighed in his heart that this old lady was indeed a person who could eat and swallow, and was strong and tough.
"Old madam, I said that her father wrongly blamed her, not just to comfort her, but to tell the truth."
Hai Rui raised his head in astonishment, and Hai Rui's mother's wrinkles moved: "I don't understand what you are saying. Could it be that what she did was still right?"
Xiao Feng nodded: "Your servant gave my daughter a piece of cake. What went wrong? Is there any etiquette of a saint?
Did you say that? "
Hai Rui's mother said: "Although it is not stated explicitly, women should respect themselves and love themselves from an early age, begging for food from servants, and there are differences between men and women, so it is certainly wrong."
Xiao Feng smiled: "You don't have a sage to say it clearly, but I have a sage to say it clearly. The sage has clearly said that there is nothing wrong with this matter!"
At this time, not only Hai Rui and Hai Rui's mother, but also Zhang Wuxin, who had a mouth full of pig head meat, raised their heads and looked at Xiao Feng in confusion. No, has the saint ever specifically defended Nannan?
Hai Rui's mother smiled calmly, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Xiao Feng: "I would like to hear the details."
Xiao Feng smiled more calmly: "I am old and old, and I am as old as others; young and young, I am as young as men. This is what the Yasheng Mencius said, right?"
Hai Rui's mother was stunned and immediately understood what Xiao Feng meant. She wanted to open her mouth to argue, but she didn't know where to start. She could only look at Xiao Feng and smile arrogantly.
"I am old, as is the old man; my servant is older than Hai Rui. My daughter respects this elder as much as she respects her father. What's wrong with that?
My child is my child, as is the child of others; the servant's child should be older than his daughter, so he loves his daughter as much as his own child, so what's wrong with that?
Such a loving and friendly interaction between master and servant, such a pure and beautiful sincere emotion between the elder and the child, was considered by Hai Rui to be a wrong behavior between men and women.
In the eyes of a gentleman, everyone in the world is a gentleman; in the eyes of a villain, everyone in the world is a villain.
Your heart and eyes are dirty. I say you are wrong. Why don't you accept it? "
These words were extremely rude. Although they were pointed at Hai Rui's nose, secretly even Hai Rui's mother was also pointing at them.
They cursed together.
But Hai Rui, mother and son, both have one thing in common. Although they are tough, they are reasonable. They couldn't reason with Xiao Feng, so they just endured it and remained silent.
Xiao Feng also knew that the mother and son's outlook on life and world view had been formed over decades, and it would never be possible for them to change drastically just because of a few words of his.
But today's visit, the meal, and the daughter he saved will all have a certain impact on Hai Rui.
Xiao Feng didn't want him to become too much. After all, Hai Rui was born only once every few hundred years, but he was the treasure of the Ming Dynasty and the spiritual wealth that the Ming Dynasty left to future generations.
He only hoped that while Hai Rui would become a symbol of an upright official in history, he could also live a normal life and be more tender and less hurtful to his family than in his original history.
The next day, Xiao Feng set up camp and left Nanping. The magistrate personally led officials and people to the city gate to see off the army.
Many people came and gave the soldiers food such as steamed buns to thank them for camping in the wild.
When Xiao Feng passed by the city gate, he saw a veiled woman beside the magistrate. When she waved goodbye to Xiao Feng, she revealed the bracelet on her wrist.
On the left side of the magistrate, Qin Xiucai and his wife were also waving desperately to Xiao Feng. I was waving my hands and crying, not knowing what I was talking about. His mother didn't come, so it was probably difficult to face Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng couldn't help but smile, and then saw his daughter, who was being held by Hai Rui's wife, waving to him.
Hai Rui's face was expressionless, but his hands kept cupping Xiao Feng and did not put them down.
The princess in the big car has completely missed Xiao Feng's life in the city these two days
, at this time, he opened a slit from behind the car curtain and asked suspiciously.
"Are you so famous already, with so many people calling your name? What's going on with that woman with her face covered, waving at you all the time?
And that guy dressed as a scholar, waving to his wife and crying at the same time, are you bullying others?
And the woman over there holding the child is crying, as is the child. Are you provoking even the child?
Also, I remembered that when you came back at night, there was a slap mark on your face. Which woman slapped you? I want to tell Sister Xueer when I go back! "
Xiao Feng knew that the princess was dissatisfied with the fact that she had left early and returned late these past two days and ignored her. He felt unhappy and deliberately looked for trouble. Smiling, he raised his whip and whipped it at the six horses pulling the RV.
"You are very angry today. It seems that you don't need to take medicine at noon. You are on your way. Let's talk about it in the evening."
There was silence in the large caravan, and then a plaintive voice came from the painting: "Sir, the princess is actually very weak. She is forcing herself to talk to you..."
Xiao Feng laughed heartily, raised his horse and whipped his whip, and led the large group of people away in the dust. Only a group of people seeing him off outside Nanping County were left behind, looking at the back of the army and lingering for a long time.
The target of the army's advance was Fuzhou, an important destination on the governor's southern tour.
However, halfway through, Xiao Feng repeated his old trick and asked the large army to continue moving forward with the princess. He took Zhang Wuxin, five recent graduates from Wudang Mountain, and two hundred cavalrymen and went around to Putian.
This time is not for fishing, because there are Yu Dayou and An Qingyue in the large army, there are 500 cavalry and 2,000 infantry, and there is no Japanese at all at the moment.
Kou dared to sneak attack on such a team.
When Xiao Feng arrived in Putian, he rushed straight to the Putian Shaolin Temple without stopping. Zhang Wuxin and the five fresh graduates looked at each other, wondering what Xiao Feng was going to do.
Could it be that he got choked up while debating with Master Kuchan in Nanjing, and then he got more and more angry after thinking about it and came to his hometown?
No, in Nanjing Xiao Feng was clearly victorious, and even Wo Huo should be the master of Kuchan! You can't be so out of style, right?
Xiao Feng's two hundred cavalry were very powerful. As soon as they stopped in front of the mountain gate of Southern Shaolin, the little novice monk at the door rolled and crawled into the yard. The gate was closed tightly.
I heard chaos in the temple and the sound of many people running. After a while, it calmed down.
The mountain gate reopened, and a fat Zhike monk came out with two young novice monks, obviously very wary.
"I wonder who your distinguished guest is, and why are you visiting our Southern Shaolin?"
Xiao Feng raised his hands on his horse and said, "Xiao Feng, the governor of Jiangnan in the Ming Dynasty, came here to pay a visit to Master Kuchan of your temple. He also wanted to meet the abbot of your temple."
The monk Zhike was stunned, and when he saw the two hundred horses and the two hundred heroic cavalry, he immediately believed it. Apart from the high officials of the imperial court, who could have such power?
The monk Zhike breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile on his face: "It turns out that you are disrespectful and disrespectful when you come here.
Because Putian is close to the coast, there are pirates and Japanese pirates attacking from time to time. Therefore, seeing many people coming, I have some concerns. I hope you can forgive me. "
This is the role of the guest-knowing monk. In any temple, the person who is the best at talking and doing reception work must be the guest-knowing monk. The role of the monks in the temple is to deal with the outside world.
A monk can practice cultivation without hearing anything outside the window, but the temple
After all, the temple is built in the mundane world and cannot be truly transcendent. If nothing else, at least visitors from the imperial court cannot be offended.
Xiao Feng smiled and dismounted, letting the cavalry rest where they were, and strode into the temple with Zhang Wuxin and other Wudang disciples.
The knowledgeable monk Zhike saw that the six Zhang Wuxin were all dressed as Taoist priests, with long swords hanging from their waists, and their steps were light and steady. He immediately guessed at least seventy-eight points.
"Are these fellow Taoists from Wudang Mountain?"
Xiao Feng nodded: "Yes, it's from Wudang Mountain. What's wrong?"
The monk Zhike smiled bitterly and said nothing. Wudang and Shaolin have always been competing for fame in the world. There seems to be an unspoken rule between the two parties that they never visit each other unless they are looking for trouble.
But with Xiao Feng's status, Zhike Monk naturally did not dare to say anything. On the other hand, the hundreds of monks and soldiers gathered in front of the main hall of the temple stared at these Wudang disciples with eyes as wide as bells.
Zhang Wuxin saw that the five junior brothers were a little weak, and smiled slightly and said: "What are you afraid of? You are not here to compete. If you are competing, it is my turn, and it is not your turn."
While they were talking, the two old monks had already received the report, walked out of the meditation room, and stood under the dripping eaves. One of them is dark, thin and tall, with a gray beard on his face. He is Master Kuchan.
The other man's beard is all white and longer. He is slightly shorter than Master Kuchan, but his skin is whiter, his body is well-proportioned, and his face is kind. He is the current abbot of Southern Shaolin, Master Luye.
It stands to reason that when ordinary officials come to the temple, the abbot does not need to receive them personally. If he wants to show his face, the abbot will be responsible for receiving them.
But Xiao Feng's official position is too big, and it is inappropriate for the abbot not to show up. plus
Master Shangkuchan was the abbot's younger brother. He was defeated by Xiao Feng in Nanjing. Due to emotions and reasons, the abbot wanted to meet Xiao Feng.
Seeing Xiao Feng, Master Kuchan strode down the steps and came forward to greet him. The abbot stood there with his hands clasped together and bowed his head to Xiao Feng.
Master Kuchan came to Xiao Feng. Before he could salute, Xiao Feng had already grabbed his arm: "Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. You look much better than in Nanjing!"
Master Kuchan smiled and said: "Not as good as the Heavenly Master. The Heavenly Master's body is filled with energy, and the poor monk can feel it from a distance."
Xiao Feng laughed loudly: "Master, you want me to say that there is murderous intent in the air. I said goodbye to Nanjing, and I have been killed all the way here. It is impossible not to have murderous intent in my body."
Xiao Feng pulled Master Kuchan until he walked under the dripping eaves, then let go of his hand, cupped his hands to the abbot and said, "Master abbot, Xiao Feng is polite."
The abbot smiled and said: "Junior brother has been thinking about you since he came back, and I also yearn for him. I am lucky enough to see you today. Please invite me to the Zen room for tea."
The abbot's Zen room was larger than that of other monks. Xiao Feng and his party were all called in. There was a table but no chairs. Each person had a futon and a cup of tea.
"Master Xiao, besides visiting Junior Brother Kuchan, you should have other things to do when you come to our Southern Shaolin this time, right?"
Xiao Feng took a sip of tea and praised: "Good tea, I really need it. I want to borrow it from the monk soldiers in the temple."
The tea in the abbot's mouth almost spurted out. Is this such an understatement? Do you know what you are asking for?
The monk soldiers in Shaolin Temple have a long history. Legend can be traced back to the late Sui Dynasty and early Tang Dynasty, when Li Shimin and Wang Shichong were fighting for hegemony.
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According to the movie "Shaolin Temple", the Thirteen Stick Monks saved the King of Tang Dynasty, and Jet Lee gave a wonderful performance in it.
In fact, it is true that the Thirteen Stick Monk and Li Shimin were friends, but Li Shimin was not reduced to the point of being rescued by the Shaolin Temple.
The more realistic situation is actually the story of Wang Shichong sending general Wang Renze to Shaolin Temple to fight the landlords, but he was bombed by the inverse.
The Shaolin Temple at that time was the Songshan Shaolin Temple. It owned tens of thousands of acres of fertile land and was an out-and-out big landowner. Wang Renze was short of money and food, so he planned to fight for food. If he didn't give it, he would be beheaded.
Unexpectedly, the monks in Shaolin Temple were not easy to mess with. Not only did they refuse to hand over the food, but with the cooperation of the local Tang army, they attacked Wang Renze without any sense of martial ethics, captured him and gave him to Li Shimin.
The rest of the story was basically the same. Li Shimin was overjoyed and granted the Shaolin Temple a license to maintain 500 monks and soldiers, and also allowed the Shaolin Temple to open branches in various places. Southern Shaolin was established at that time.
Being of the same lineage, Southern Shaolin naturally also has monk soldiers. Although there are not as many as five hundred, there are still two to three hundred.
But this is all cultivated through hard work in Southern Shaolin. It is the strength to protect oneself in troubled times. How can the abbot be willing to accept Xiao Feng Qingpiao's borrowing?
Therefore, the abbot twisted his beard and smiled: "Sir, monks are outsiders and are not involved in worldly disputes. Your troops are as strong as the sun and the moon, so why bother with the light of fireflies?"
Xiao Feng looked at the abbot with a smile: "Master, since monks are not involved in worldly disputes, what is the purpose of wielding swords and sticks and gathering people to form troops?"
The abbot's hand in twirling his beard was very steady: "It's just about dancing with swords and sticks to strengthen the body; gathering people into soldiers to protect the temple and protect the Dharma."
already. Do you have any objections, sir? "
Xiao Feng nodded and said: "Since you want to strengthen your body, you should not have any desire to compete for victory; since you are protecting the temple and protecting the Dharma, you should not have any desire for disputes outside the temple, right?"
The abbot's hand twirling his beard paused for a moment. He had long heard Ku Chan tell how he failed in discussing Taoism with Xiao Feng, and he was wary of Xiao Feng's every word.
But if you ponder for a long time, it will be ugly, so after thinking about it again and again, you are sure that there is no loophole, and you nod slowly.
"What the Lord said is true, it is exactly like that."
Xiao Feng smiled, pulled up the youngest one among the five recent Wudang graduates beside him, pushed open the door of the Zen room in front of everyone's surprised eyes, and shouted to the monks and soldiers who had not dispersed outside.
"This little Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain claims that no one in Shaolin Temple can fight, but he can fight ten by himself!"
