There was heavy snow outside the window, and the Suifen River had frozen from both sides to the middle. Now only about two meters in the middle of the river were still open for navigation. According to the current temperature, it is estimated that everything will be frozen in another ten days.
Wukambe hung his left arm and sat in front of the window in frustration, staring blankly outside. He had been like this for many days.
Revenge on the wrong target! Now he has become a prisoner of Beihai Town. Wu Kambei was no longer too lazy to scold the court official who had sworn to him that Beihai Town was an Oros.
The figures outside the window moved, blocking Wukanbei's view. Not long after, five or six people opened the door and walked in. The dozen wounded Hezhefeyaka people in the room looked at the people who came in in surprise, not knowing what they were going to do.
I saw that the leader was extremely muscular, and his head almost touched the roof. After he entered the door, he took off the thick leather hat on his head, revealing his head with short stubble hair.
Liu Sheng stood in the middle of the room, looked around at the wounded in the room, and asked someone next to him: "How are these people recovering?"
A man in a white coat and a mask on his face said: "All the people here are lightly injured and are recovering well. There is no problem walking, but working is not possible."
After he finished speaking, he walked up to Ukanbe, pointed to the injured part and explained: "I was shot in the left shoulder. I won't be able to do anything for two or three months."
Liu Sheng glanced at Wu Kambei, shook his head and sighed: "As you said, stay away from home and come here to fight with us. I really don't know what you are thinking."
Several border residents who could understand Mandarin lowered their heads and admitted their mistake, and explained: "The imperial court recruited me, and we don't want to. Please be merciful, sir, and let me go home to reunite with my relatives. We will never dare to go against you again."
While several wounded people were chattering, Wu Kambei turned to look out the window blankly and murmured: "Home is gone, home is gone..."
"What is he talking about?" Wu Kambei spoke Manchu, which Liu Sheng couldn't understand.
All the injured saw a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a gray and white camouflage winter clothing, walking up to Wu Kambei, sitting on the edge of the bed and asking in Manchu: "Brother, what are you talking about?" Want to talk to me?"
Wukanbei didn't seem to hear it and was just in a daze. At this time, a wounded man on the bed next to him said in blunt Mandarin: "This gentleman, his name is Wukanbei, he lives on the bank of Kandan River, not far from our village. His family...his family is too miserable. Got it!"
The wounded man said such words, which immediately aroused the curiosity of the people in the room. Liu Sheng asked the wounded man to explain clearly what was going on.
"At the beginning of autumn last year, a few guys with blond hair, high noses and blue eyes came to his house. Wukanbe just asked curiously, but without saying anything, he came up and shot him. Wife, son , daughter were killed, their bodies were thrown into the river, and the house was burned down!"
The tragedy that happened on the bank of Kandan River last year was narrated by the wounded man in half Mandarin and half Manchu. Serdan helped explain, and everyone in the room, except Ukanbe and the narrator, who was in a daze, listened attentively.
"Fortunately, Wu Kanbei was lucky enough to be saved by a few kind-hearted people. He was raised in the elder's house for half a year before he survived. This year, when we went to Deleng'enmu City to pay the poll tax, the court sent The official said...Sir, you are those Oros people with golden hair and high noses who are coming to seize our land. Wukanbei was the first to sign up without saying a word. The silver and cloth issued by the court He didn’t want it either, so he gave it all to others. As a result..."
The more Liu Sheng listened, the uglier his face became. In the end, the joints of his fists cracked and veins burst out on his neck. He seemed to have turned into a furious beast, ready to bite people at any time. At this time, the faces of other people in the room were also extremely angry, and they cursed the robbers one after another.
"Chief! Chief!" In the depressing atmosphere, the door was opened from the outside, and a young Beihai Town soldier walked in.
"Report!"
"Say!" Liu Sheng shouted sharply. He seemed extremely dissatisfied with the sudden arrival of this soldier.
"The stone tablet that the chief asked us to look for was not found. However, we just found a stone sculpture in the river valley. Now Mr. Wan Zao has taken people there to dig out the mud and pull it out with ropes."
"Tell me after you get it out!" Liu Sheng took a few deep breaths to calm down from his rage. Said to Serdan: "Serdan, help me translate for him. His family has a feud, and we will help him avenge it. If you tell lies..."
He lowered his head and looked around the room, and his eyes finally fell on the quiver of arrows behind Serdan. So he pulled out a long black arrow and said to Wukanbei: "Brother, I, Liu Sheng, swear to God that from today on, thousands of soldiers in Beihai Town are your brothers, and we will definitely help you avenge yourself." !”
With a sound of "Bang!", in the eyes of everyone in the room, the long black arrow was snapped into two pieces.
Looking at the black feather arrow that was broken into two parts and handed to his hand, Wu Kambei clenched it tightly with his right hand. A glimmer of light gradually appeared in his originally dull eyes...
In the Suifen River Valley more than ten miles southwest of the old city of Jurgen, several people were standing around a stone statue buried in the soil. They were talking about the strange-looking head exposed above the ground. Not far behind them, dozens of migrant workers from Fuldan City were driving carriages, bringing thick ropes and other tools to help.
"What do you think this is?"
"I can't tell. It looks like a dragon head. I used to go to the temple to burn incense and saw pictures of dragons. But the dragon's neck is not that thick."
"Dragon! My God, this dragon's head is so big, how long is the body underneath!"
"Do you think this is a magical thing?"
At this time, a Beihai Town soldier came over and interrupted: "Isn't this just a stone? Where did it come from? Don't talk nonsense."
Several people discussed it for a while, and then the carriage carrying shovels arrived. Only then did everyone begin to carefully clear the mud around the stone sculpture.
Before Zhao Xin left, he casually asked someone to search for a stone monument in the river valley. His casual words caused the people below to run away and break their legs. After searching for more than ten days, the stone tablet was not found, but the dragon head was found in the mud of the river beach. If the muddy water on the river beach had not been frozen, there would be no way to get here.
Dozens of migrant workers worked for most of the day, and only half of the frozen mud under the faucet was dug out, but a huge stone monster had already begun to emerge. The migrant workers present gathered around and talked a lot.
"What kind of monster is this? A dragon head and a turtle body."
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Mr. Jiang is here!"
As the crowd of onlookers made a gap, Jiang Tenglin walked in. When he saw this strange and lifelike stone sculpture in front of him, he said in surprise: "This is bìxì!"
"Mr. Jiang, what is Bixi? Why does it have a dragon head?"
Jiang Tenglin said: "This is one of the dragons, also called Xuanwu, the god of the north."
"Oh!" A group of migrant workers suddenly realized that this was really a mythical beast.
"Well, what I said is right! A dragon son is also a dragon."
"Nonsense, you just said your neck was too thick!"
At this time, Jiang Tenglin's heart suddenly stirred up. He had read some miscellaneous books. In Taoist culture, Xuanwu is the barrier in the Bagua and water in the Five Elements. It symbolizes Lao Yin among the four images, winter among the four seasons, and also represents the northern continent of the sky. In the prophecy theory that was popular in the Qin and Han Dynasties, Xuanwu symbolized Netherworld, Rengui, and Zhide. Later, Taoism absorbed it as a protector god, called Zhiming Shenjun, the North Pole Zhenwu Emperor (also known as Dangmo Tianzun), and also represented the Five Emperors. One of the Black Emperors, Zhuanxu.
It should be said that scholars in ancient times had many thoughts, and everything could be mixed up with destiny. At this time, Jiang Tenglin was thinking: "Chengzu of the former Ming Dynasty was known as the reincarnation of the Zhenwu Emperor, and Zhao Xin used the banner of the former Ming Dynasty before. Oh my God! Is destiny really..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Tenglin rolled his eyes and shouted in surprise: "Xuanwu descended from the sky! This is auspicious, auspicious!"
"What?!" The migrant workers working and watching were all excited. By night, the rumor had spread to the entire Fuldan City.
(Note: This stone stele actually existed in history. It was erected by Da Zuorong, the king of Bohai County in the Tang Dynasty. By the Qing Dynasty, the stele had disappeared, leaving only the crotch carrying the stele. There was a record in the notes of the Qing Dynasty. Records, no whereabouts since.)
By the time Liu Sheng learned about the rumor, it was already a day later.
"Bullshit Xuanwu descended from the sky! It's obviously the bastard carrying the stone tablet." Liu Sheng looked at the stone sculpture in front of him, which was said to be "tens of thousands of kilograms", and estimated that it would weigh more than a dozen tons to hold it to death. He understood the intention of his good buddy. Zhao Xin was looking for historical evidence that could prove that this place had always been a territory of China.
However, Jiang Tenglin's "good fortune comes from heaven" remarks caused an uproar in Fuldan City. Liu Sheng was furious and put Jiang Tenglin in solitary confinement.
The traditional Chinese auspiciousness concept in the past dynasties believes that the best auspiciousness is the birth of five spirits such as linfeng and phoenix into the world. This is the auspiciousness of the king. If you encounter the sight of a yellow dragon, a spring of courtesy, a picture of a dragon coming out of a river, a book on a turtle coming out of Luo, a chariot coming out of a mountain, a magical horse coming out of a lake, etc., it shows that the person is virtuous and that the mountains and mausoleums are there.
In the next two days, thousands of people worked tirelessly to pull the stone sculpture out of the mud. They first laid sleepers and relied on people to drag and pull the horses, and finally got it to Zhu. Under the city of Ergen.
Liu Sheng stood on top of the stone sculpture, pointed at the rectangular pit on his back and said loudly to the onlookers: "Did you see it?! This is used to place the stone tablet. It's not a mythical beast, nor a basalt, it's just a bastard!"
He glanced at the refugees below, and everyone who looked at him was so frightened that they lowered their heads.
"Jiang Tenglin's rumors are confusing the public and deceiving you. This person has ulterior motives! If anyone dares to spread these nonsense again, I will send him back to the island country to eat people's bones!"
Thank you to the Edo period shogunate for keeping the people at the bottom ignorant and banning other religions except Confucianism and Buddhism! These refugees from the island country know nothing about the auspiciousness in traditional Chinese culture. If the refugees from the Qing Dynasty were here, rumors would have been flying all over the sky! Maybe someone would dare to invent a "Xuanwu Cult".
The reason why ancient Chinese secret sects can endure for a long time and spread continuously is that, in addition to the external environment, the inner spiritual needs of the people at the bottom directly affect the development of the sect.
In a small-scale peasant economy, the biggest worry of farmers is that they have no certainty about the future. Since we rely on the sky for food and scratch the earth for food, God cannot always have good weather. Therefore, for most farmers, before a disaster occurs, they expect someone to keep them safe; when a disaster strikes, they hope to end the disaster as soon as possible and reduce losses; at the same time, they also hope that someone can protect their health; let the deceased Their loved ones can enter heaven, enjoy the blessings of the underworld, and get an afterlife where they no longer suffer.
As a result, the stone "bastard" without the stone tablet stood alone under Jurgen City. Liu Sheng was not at ease about this and sent two soldiers to patrol. Anyone who dared to bow down would be arrested and locked up in a dark room and starved for two days.
After the heavy snow gradually covered up the stone sculpture, the rumors gradually subsided in Fuldan City, and no one talked about it anymore. In fact, what Liu Sheng didn't know was that the refugees from the island country didn't really believe in the "Xuanwu came to the world" theory. There are ready-made living people to worship, who would worship this stupid and thick stone?
Two days later, Jiang Tenglin, who was hungry and had no energy to speak, was taken out of the small dark room. Liu Sheng interrogated him personally.
"Tell me, why do you say auspiciousness comes from heaven?"
"I'm not talking nonsense. When Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty raised an army, it was Emperor Zhenwu who appeared. Moreover, Beihai Town lives in the north, and its combat power is unparalleled in the world. This is all evidence that Emperor Zhenwu appeared."
It is said that when Zhu Di raised an army, in order to find a tenable reason, he found Emperor Zhenwu. In Taoism, Emperor Zhenwu is the god of the north. Zhu Di set out from the north to attack Nanjing, so he spread rumors that he was sent by Emperor Zhenwu. It even evolved to the point that Zhu Di himself was the incarnation of Emperor Zhenwu. In Taoism, Emperor Zhenwu is not only the God of the North, but also the head of the God of War. He cleanses away demons inside and outside, and is the incarnation of justice in eradicating evil.
"Fuck you!" Liu Sheng became furious after hearing this. "Do you think this is talking about storytelling? Don't think that I don't know your little thoughts. You want to use the power of Beihai Town to gain fame and fortune! After a few days of logistics management, you feel that you have the ability to know the world. ?joke!"
Jiang Tenglin's face suddenly turned pale when Liu Sheng said what was on his mind.
In fact, Jiang Tenglin's thoughts are completely normal in this era. Since Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, intellectuals of all generations have played a vital role in countless "peasant wars". The participation of the scholar class also played a great role in promoting the development of the peasant war. As long as the peasant uprising is supported and joined by intellectuals, the possibility of victory is much greater. Jiang Tenglin felt that if Beihai Town did not have the support of literati like himself, the world would not be able to conquer it.
But he didn’t know that for people like Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng, the education they received since childhood was that “only the people are the real driving force for historical development!” As for ancient scholars? Hey, please stand aside and stay out of the way. Maybe when I enter the customs in the future, I will knock you down and divide the land.
Zhao Xin once told Liu Sheng that he was not opposed to Confucianism and Confucianism. Governance in a small peasant economy and society can rely on Confucian concepts, but in an industrialized society, it relies on law and science.
"I know that He Shen harmed your family and you want revenge. I understand this and we are willing to help you. He Shen is not a good person, but what you are doing now is enough to prove that you, Jiang Xiucai, are not a good person either! No wonder Zhao Xin doesn’t want to accept you scholars, look what you are thinking about all day long!”
Jiang Tenglin struggled and knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Liu Sheng and said, "I beg you to forgive me! I was confused for a moment and will never dare to do it again in the future."
"It's late! Someone will take you back to pack your luggage in a while. You will go south with the team tomorrow. Master Chen will rearrange your work when you get back."
The so-called "to learn well and become an official" is the greatest wish of most scholars in ancient China, and it is also the orthodox goal pursued by ancient literati. In their view, becoming an official not only allows them to fully display their talents and ambitions, but is also the best way for them to solve their worries about food and clothing and even obtain wealth. "It is also.
But the cruel reality often makes it difficult for their dreams to come true. After countless efforts have failed, some people remain unyielding until they are old and have their heads turned upside down. Some people are naturally disheartened, while others are ignited by despair and take risks. The hostile forces that created or joined the rulers in power hope to realize their self-worth and political ideals through a completely opposite path to the past, and to satisfy their long-repressed desire for fame and fortune.
From "Tuibei Tu" to "Shaobing Song", from the various "treasure scrolls" of the White Lotus Sect to the later "Yuan Dao Salvation Song", they are all inseparable from the hands of lower-class intellectuals like Jiang Tenglin. It's just that some people become successful and some people die.
Although most of the contents in these treasure scrolls are plagiarized and tampered with Buddhist and Taoist classics, without a certain cultural background, they cannot be written at all!
In fact, Liu Sheng is not stupid at all. Many times he just pretends to be stupid. On such a big issue of right and wrong, he felt that it must be dealt with with an iron fist. If today we admit that there are auspicious things dug out of the river, tomorrow someone will say that Zhao Xin was sent from heaven. Over time, all kinds of crooked ways will appear. There is no compromise on this matter!
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