There were dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and strong winds. A scholar in a green shirt climbed onto the Beacon Tower with a long-broken book in his hand. Behind him is the Yin Tian Palace, which is in charge of injustice in the world.
The scholar raised the book in his hand, turned around, pointed at Yin Tiandian, and roared: "Is this the justice that your Yin Tiandian talks about? Is this what the Dalan Zhong family and the Dalan Dynasty mean by establishing a heart for the world and a destiny for the people?"
The lightning became louder and louder, lighting up the entire capital in the dark night. The thunder became louder and louder, and the deafening thunder kept the senior officials from sleeping. It seems that God also feels unfair to this scholar's experience and wants to avenge him.
It finally started to rain heavily, and finally an old man came out. The old man had a turban on his head that said "please live for the people." However, at this time, he took off the turban in front of the scholars, and his face expressed With an expression of complete disappointment in this world, he said to the scholar: "We have been defeated, completely defeated. Sir, let's go back. No matter how angry you are here, Your Majesty will never see us again."
The old man looked at the scholar in front of him and never shed tears. He had been following him for twenty years. No matter what happens, adults will smile and say: There is always a way to solve it. However, this incident really broke my heart.
The old man took another step forward and said hoarsely: "My lord, let's go back, okay? My wife and the child are still waiting for you at home. You don't want to lose your father before the child is born. My lord, let's go home." Come on, let's not worry about the common people in this world, let's not worry about the country and the country. Let's go back to the mountains and forests." When the old man wanted to take a step forward, he was stopped by the scholar.
"Mr. Fu, you don't have to persuade me. Today, I must see His Majesty. If I can't see you today, tomorrow, if I can't see you tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, until Your Majesty is willing to see me."
The old man was about to continue talking when a large group of people came slowly behind him. A man in a dragon robe stood in the middle. The old man knelt down and said "I'd like to see your Majesty," but he didn't dare to say anything else. This is the true destiny of the Dalan Dynasty.
The emperor waved his hand, and an archer behind him had already raised his bow. The scholar's joyful expression suddenly fell back. He was so broken that he almost sat down on the ground. The book he was holding in his hand was now held tighter. . He pointed directly at the emperor with a book: "From the moment I set foot on this beacon tower, you are all at fault! If you don't correct your mistakes, if you don't treat your illnesses, it will be a serious problem for the country! Today, even if I die, I will Tell me this thing again! This is a sin..."
The scholar lowered his head and glanced at his chest. A cold arrow had penetrated his chest. He looked at the crowd again and saw that it was not the arrow shot by the archer, but the arrow shot by His Majesty himself with the bow. .
He finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground. The old man didn't care about the emperor's face, he rushed forward, picked up his boss, tore his left sleeve, pressed it on the scholar's wound, and murmured: "Sir, hold on Stay, my lord, you must hold on!" He turned around and shouted to the emperor: "Your Majesty, please! Send the imperial doctor! Your Majesty! Send the imperial doctor! Your Majesty!"
The man in the dragon robe waved his sleeves, turned around and said majestically: "Go back to the palace."
The father-in-law next to him shouted: "Get off and go back to the palace!"
"Your Majesty, I beg you to teach the imperial doctor! I beg you to teach the imperial doctor!"
The scholar slowly raised his right hand and said to the old man: "Mr. Fu, take good care of my family. One day, they will all regret what they did today." After saying this, the scholar closed his eyes with a smile. Eyes...
"This is what happened in the 20th year of Lingyuan. This incident is also called the Battle of Beacon Fire and Thunder Tower." An old man sat in the study, put down his books, slowly took a sip of tea, and continued: "What else is there? If you don’t understand, you can ask it at any time, and Master will definitely answer your questions.”
A child immediately raised his immature little hand.
"Liang Siheng, come here, tell Master, what do you not understand?"
The man named Liang Siheng shook his head and said loudly: "Master, there is nothing I don't understand. What I want to say is that Chen Hongjing and Zhong Xiaofan skipped class again."
The master turned to look at the two little heads outside the window, and something seemed more and more strange. The master immediately ran out, and there were two scarecrows wearing clothes and basking in the sun with their backs to the window. The Master slapped the two scarecrows so that their heads flew away, and said to the students in the study: "You read by yourselves, Master, go out first."
In a field of crops, two heads popped out. Looking at the simple trap on the ground, no chicken had fallen into it yet, which made them wonder if there was a mistake in that direction. The tall, dark-skinned boy said: "Brother Chen, I'm not telling you whether your trap works or not. It's been a long time and there's been no movement at all."
The shorter boy next to him said: "You have to be calm in everything to succeed. If you don't want to stay any longer, you can go back to the study. No one is stopping you anyway."
The tall man shook his head: "I don't want to go back. It's rare to escape. Who would go back and listen to the master and the gentleman say, the gentleman says every day. My ears are calloused when I hear it. Besides, I also have a share in the kiln. I’m determined to eat this chicken today.”
The tall man originally wanted to continue speaking, but the shorter boy gently bumped his elbow with his elbow to signal him to stop talking.
Sure enough, a chicken slowly approached the direction of the trap. When it was about to step into the trap with its last step, it stopped. The two boys squatting in the crops held their breath, afraid of making any big noise, so they flew away the food that reached their mouths. The chicken looked left and right before stepping into the trap. At the same time, the shorter boy pulled hard on the rope in his hand. The trap quickly retracted, and the whole chicken hung upside down in the air.
The two teenagers jumped up from the crops and said happily: "Yeah, it's done."
The two of them ate the chicken legs. The tall boy took a big bite of the meat, which was so hot that he gasped. The tall boy slowly moved his butt to the short boy and put a hand on his shoulder. He pulled hard to his side and said with a smile: "Oh, I didn't expect that, Brother Chen, you are quite good at making kiln chickens. Really, with your craftsmanship, why should you study? You can just go out and open a shop. You can earn more than five hundred copper coins a day."
The short boy was Chen Hongjing, and the tall boy was Zhong Xiaofan. Although the two of them escaped from Master's class every day, this was the first time they ran away together today. Chen Hongjing quickly finished the chicken legs in his hand, and continued to tear the chicken apart while saying: "More than five hundred copper coins? At least more than a thousand copper coins. Okay, you sell a chicken for twenty yuan. With my skills, I can't sell it in one day." Go out and get a hundred chickens? If the old man in the family hadn't been unwilling, I would have become rich long ago, and my wife has already made enough."
Zhong Xiaofan glanced at Chen Hongjing: "You're the only one selling a hundred chickens a day. You don't have time to make them. Come on, come on."
Chen Hongjing raised his head and glanced at the sky. It seemed that Zhong Xiaofan was right. If this ancestral secret recipe could not be passed on, he would not be able to sell a hundred chickens a day. When Chen Hongjing was lost in thought, Zhong Xiaofan bumped Chen Hongjing's waist with his elbow, pointed to the sky further away and said: "Look. Are there stars twinkling in the sky over there? Should we go and have a look?" "
Chen Hongjing looked in the direction Zhong Xiaofan pointed, and there were indeed a few scattered stars shining in the sky. Chen Hongkong nodded: "Let's go over and have a look."
"Oh? Is this natural phenomenon more interesting than the knowledge taught by the long-winded master in the study?"
"Huh, this is true, it is necessary. The gentleman in the study said, you can listen to it anytime. But this natural phenomenon is rare to see once in a thousand years. Zhong Xiaofan, if you are afraid of Master, go back first, don't be too old It's chattering." Chen Hongjing said irritably, thinking that Zhong Xiaofan should not be afraid after skipping so many classes, but in the end he was still so timid and afraid of going forward and going behind.
Zhong Xiaofan tugged at Chen Hongjing next to him, his head shaking back. Chen Hongjing didn't look back and said the same thing: "If you are afraid, just leave first and don't bother me. Even if the Master comes, I still want to see who those stars are."
When Chen Hongjing took another step forward, his ear was suddenly pulled. He looked back and realized that he had said the wrong thing just now.
"Hey, hey, master, it hurts, it hurts."
The master slowly let go of his hand and cursed at the two of them: "Strutting class again, skipping class again. The best thing for you at this stage is to read and learn to read. Do you know how many children are eager to read? If you don't read and can't read, what's wrong? Establish your mind for heaven and earth, and establish your destiny for the people."
The three of them walked to the place where the chicken was cooked, and the master once again told the two children what he had just said in the study.
Master put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "If there is anything you two don't understand, please tell Master. If not, go back to stand and copy books."
Zhong Xiaofan immediately raised his right hand: "Master, do you want to eat chicken? Why don't you let Hongjing catch another one? The kiln chicken he made is so delicious."
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. It's been no time and you are still eating. Hurry up and pack it up and go back." After the master cursed, a sound came from his stomach. Zhong Xiaofan and Chen Hongjing looked at each other and smiled.
The master bought a chicken from a farmer's house, found the house where Chen Hongjing and his friends had eaten the chicken, and paid for it. He sat down and watched the two children getting busy in front of him, while he taught knowledge on the side.
"Come on, Master, try my craftsmanship. You can't eat this chicken from the kiln in other places." Chen Hongjing handed the chicken to the Master, but the Master let the two of them eat first. Naturally, the two children would not be polite to the master.
The three of them chatted about many things while eating. The Master knew their aspirations, and they also knew that the Master was quite kind.
"Don't you know that literacy is the top priority when traveling in the world? Otherwise, how will you help the poor people, and how will you establish a sect after you become a hero?" The Master said with a smile.
Zhong Xiaofan thought for a while, nodded and said, "It makes sense."
"I don't want to be a hero. I just want to live a leisurely life in a small town. Follow the old man at home." Chen Hongjing lay on the ground, folded his hands and put them under his head, holding a piece of grass in his mouth and looking at it. looking at the sky.
Zhong Xiaofan said nothing, and neither did the master. He sat aside and looked quietly in the direction of Chen Hongjing.
"Master, it's not that I don't like reading, it's that I don't like the content in the book, history. Especially the Battle of Beacon Fire and Thunder Tower that you just talked about. I think that scholar is really not good. Since he wants a chance of survival, at home, He still has a wife and an unborn child, so why must he seek death so recklessly? If he had chosen to escape, his children would now be thirty years old, and the family of three would live together harmoniously. So, I don’t like reading. No. like."
The master glanced at Chen Hongjing and did not refute him. He just said: My child, you are still young, and your idea is right, but the scholar's idea is not necessarily wrong.
