Midnight.
The streets and alleys of Chang'an City are still brightly lit.
Countless red lanterns hang at the entrances of shops on both sides of the road.
The shop was full of people, all calling for friends, drinking and having fun.
Xu Yi was leaning against the carriage, just admiring the New Year atmosphere in Chang'an City through the raised curtains.
Today's night was extraordinarily smooth and smooth.
It went so well that the moment he walked out of Xingqing Palace, Xu Yi felt a sense of unreality in his heart.
Emperor Zhengde's reaction did not exceed Xu Yi's expectations.
Li Guangli and Xu Yong's test did not exceed Xu Yi's expectations.
But unknown to him, the more this happened, the more uneasy Xu Yi felt.
inside the carriage.
Xu Yi put down the car casually. The thick curtains blocked some of the noise and plunged the interior into darkness.
In the middle of the carriage, an oil lamp with a faint yellow light was fighting alone against the darkness.
The oil lamp didn't work, but it blocked the darkness of the general.
When we reached a slightly bumpy road, the oil lamp swayed up and down along with the carriage.
It almost fell over several times and finally passed the bumpy road smoothly.
Perhaps because it had just been turned over, the wick was contaminated with more kerosene.
At this moment, the oil lamp had a vague tendency to overwhelm the darkness.
Xu Yi leaned against the sofa, looking deeply at the increasingly powerful oil lamp.
The strength of the oil lamp did not come suddenly, but gradually grew as it got opportunities.
In this process, every time the oil lamp becomes stronger, the darkness shrinks.
Until now, the oil lamp overwhelmed the darkness and illuminated the entire carriage.
Xu Yi has been watching from beginning to end, letting the oil lamp and darkness sit together, making the sky dim and the earth dark.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Zhao Shou's voice came from outside the carriage.
"Six, we're home." Zhao Shou stopped the carriage and greeted.
'Home,' Xu Yi murmured in a low voice, and then looked at the oil on the small wooden table again, his eyes seemed to be a little deeper than the square ones.
suddenly.
Xu Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and murmured in a low voice: "We're home."
After finishing his words, Xu Yi stood up and walked out of the carriage without stopping.
Xu Yi walked all the way through the slightly dim front yard Yamen.
In a short while, he reached the gate of the inner courtyard.
Push open the inner courtyard door.
The brightly lit inner house instantly merged with the thousands of lights in Chang'an City.
The only drawback is that the inner house is extremely quiet at this time.
Xu Yi stepped into the inner house.
Before I could walk into the main room, I heard a light creaking sound.
The door of the wing was opened.
Xu Yi turned around and saw Wang Qiujin standing under a warm yellow lantern, looking at her with a smile.
The soft warm light shone on Wang Qiujin's smiling face, adding a bit of hazy beauty to it.
Wang Qiujin said softly: "I'm back."
Unexpectedly, Xu Yi felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart at this moment.
Xu Yi nodded slightly and replied, "I'm back."
Wang Qiujin stepped forward and said softly: "Then let's have New Year's Eve dinner."
Right here, there were constant creaking sounds coming from the other rooms. ….
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"You... haven't you eaten yet?" Xu Yi asked in a low voice with an expression on his face.
Wang Qiujin stood opposite Xu Yi and said softly: "The New Year's Eve dinner will be called when everyone is here."
There was another sentence that Wang Qiujin didn't understand, but Xu Yi understood it in his heart.
Then, the New Year’s Eve dinner is also called the reunion dinner.
Unknowingly, Wang Qiujin had already assumed the identity of his wife.
Wang Qiujin smiled, and then whispered: "I'm going to heat up, you stay with Mr.
them. "
After finishing speaking, Wang Qiujin turned and walked into the kitchen.
gradually.
The inner house of Jingzhao Mansion became lively.
Wang Qiu'an was wearing a bright red dress and running around the yard.
Wang Qiujin, the wife of the Wang family, and Wang Wenlian's wife were constantly busy in the kitchen.
Wang Wenqing, Wang Wenlian and Lu Wensu gathered together and discussed knowledge in a low voice.
Xu Yize, Lu Zaizhong and Mr. Wang sat together and chatted.
As for Zhao Shou... At this time, he seemed to be a child again, teasing Wang Qiu'an all over the yard.
The entire inner residence of Jingzhao Mansion was filled with human smoke and smoke.
After a while, plates of delicious food were brought into the dining hall.
"It's time to eat." Wang Qiujin shouted into the courtyard, and then brought out a pot of steaming dumplings from the kitchen.
The dishes are mediocre, just ordinary home cooking, not as refined as those in Xingqing Palace, and not as good as those in Xingqing Palace.
But Xu Yi was extremely satisfied with the meal.
Eat and eat.
Suddenly there were bursts of firecrackers outside.
At midnight, the New Year arrives.
After exchanging instructions, the New Year's Eve dinner in the dining hall resumed.
The atmosphere seemed a bit more lively than before.
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New Year's Day.
The sky is bright.
Xu Yi and Zhao Shou led their horses out of the main entrance of Jingzhao Mansion.
Wang Qiujin walked to the front door, stood up on tiptoes and tightened Xu Yi's arms, and said softly: "Be careful."
Xu Yi held Wang Qiujin's small hand before he could take it back, and watched Wang Qiujin's ears turn red instantly.
He couldn't help but smile and said: "You have said this many times, don't worry."
Wang Qiujin blushed and hummed in reply. She wanted to pull her hand away, but Xu Yi actually held it tighter.
After a long time.
Xu Yicai let go of his hand and whispered: "Don't get up so early in the future. I can do small things like boiling water by myself."
Wang Qiujin felt her cold hands, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but she did not speak.
Unless Wang Qiujin said anything, Xu Yi would naturally have no way of knowing whether she agreed or not.
Xu Yi smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand to rub Wang Qiujin's cheeks, and whispered, "I'm leaving."
"Yes." Wang Qiujin nodded slightly, and then warned again: "Pay attention to safety."
Xu Yi got on his horse, waved his hand and chuckled, "I know, go back quickly."
Wang Qiujin nodded and then slowly walked into Jingzhao Mansion.
Seeing this, Xu Yi stopped teasing and left Jingzhao Mansion on horseback.
Unbeknownst to Xu Yi, Wang Qiujin, who had disappeared at the main entrance first, turned back again as the sound of horse hooves faded away.
It wasn't until his back completely disappeared at the corner of the street that he walked into Jingzhao Mansion again. ….
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Or, this is the most true portrayal of love in this era.
There is no drama about the talented and beautiful people in the storybook.
There is only silence in ordinary life and inadvertent warmth.
Wang Qiujin liked this feeling very much, and Xu Yi naturally did too.
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Inside Xuanping Gate.
When Xu Yi arrived on horseback, Yang Xianan had been waiting for a long time.
Along with it are carriages loaded with goods.
The carriage was loaded with all kinds of homes, including chickens, ducks, fish and sheep.
Of course, the most popular thing is pork.
See Xu Yi galloping on his horse.
Yang Xianan and Rong Pingchuan walked over almost at the same time.
"Greetings to Lord Jing Zhaoyin."
"Greetings, Master Six."
The two of them saluted almost at the same time.
Xu Yi turned over, waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite."
The words are over.
Xu Yi looked at Rong Pingchuan and said, "General Rong, please open the city gate."
Rong Pingchuan cupped his fists and said, "Follow the order."
Not much was said.
Xu Yi slowly walked out of Xuanping Gate with Yang Xianan and the Lao Wu family.
After all the convoys have left the city gate.
As the city gate slowly closes.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing the same clothes as the coachman drove a carriage quickly with an anxious expression on his face.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! There's still me! I haven't gone out yet!" the middle-aged coachman shouted with anxiety on his face.
Rong Pingchuan glanced at the coachman's clothes and said calmly: "Open the city gate."
The clothes have the unique markings of the Pingyi uncle family, which are usually not fake.
Even if the clothes can be faked, the carriage with the big logo is difficult to fake.
The middle-aged coachman thanked him profusely.
I looked around and saw no one was there, so I hurriedly took out an old money bag from my arms.
He stuffed it into Rong Pingchuan's arms: "Be careful, General, don't dislike it."
The purse was extremely old and dry, and even if there was money there wouldn't be much.
Even if someone discovered it, it would be difficult to say anything.
Naturally, Rong Pingchuan looked down upon such a small thing and just wanted to return the money bag to the coachman.
An extremely low voice came to my ears: "My master, you have worked so hard these days to honor the general and all the soldiers. A mere courtesy is not a sign of respect. I think it is my master who invites the soldiers to drink some wine to warm themselves up."
Rong Pingchuan's expression changed, and just when he was about to say something, the driver rushed out in a hurry, as if he was afraid of being blamed for not being able to catch up with the convoy in front.
Rong Pingchuan was dumbfounded for a moment.
After shaking it, he immediately returned to the city gate tower.
At the city gate tower, Rong Pingchuan untied the money and took it out.
In addition to twenty or thirty copper coins, there were only a few pieces of paper in the purse.
Feeling the frosting on the paper, Rong Pingping's expression couldn't help but change slightly.
Hastily remove the paper.
As expected, it was a bank note.
Six of the seven pieces of paper were made of silver, and the six banknotes were all in denominations of one thousand taels.
And they belong to six different banks.
Rong Pingchuan ignored the huge sum of six thousand taels and quickly opened the last piece of paper that was simply folded.
Now he urgently wants to know whether the owner mentioned by the driver is Yang Xian'an or that person. ….
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As the paper opens.
A line of small characters appeared in front of Rong Pingchuan's eyes.
Looking at the small line, Rong Pingchuan's eyes blurred unconsciously, and a lot of mist vaguely gathered in his eyes.
"In the thirteenth year of Zhengde's recruitment, there were six thieves' heads in the military tent."
A long, long time passed.
Rong Pingchuan came back to his senses and wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes.
Then he tore the paper, swallowed it, chewed it hard several times, and put it into his belly with a pot of water.
In fact, before he became the general who defended the city, he had eighty-four thieves' heads in his army tent.
But from Rong Pingchuan's point of view, no matter how many thieves are added later, they can't compare to the six at the beginning.
Nothing else.
Those six thief heads came from the decisive battle in Mobei.
After the decisive battle in Mobei, he gained the companionship of six thieves' heads, but also lost the robe that he had relied on for life.
Among them was his corps commander.
Rong Pingchuan looked at the six banknotes in his hand and smiled.
Smiling extremely happily.
The moment he saw the handwriting, he already knew who the coachman's owner was.
Rong Pingchuan smiled and the corners of his eyes suddenly became wet again.
"Well, you don't have to be like this. I'm his. This is a fact that no one can change."
"he died,
The deputy general is dead, and so is Wu Zhang Zhao, but I am still alive, and there are many old brothers who remain anonymous, right? "
There were tears in the corners of Rong Pingchuan's eyes, but the corners of his mouth were raised slightly and he murmured in a low voice.
For a moment, there was an indescribable weirdness.
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As Xu Yi led the convoy out of the city, the outside of Xuanping Gate gradually became lively.
But the excitement returned, but there was no chaos at all.
Carloads of poultry and flour were evenly distributed to small porridge sheds everywhere.
The victims organized spontaneously, and the division of labor was extremely clear for a while.
After a while, smoke started burning in the porridge shed.
Thirty miles away from the city gate.
Xu Yi stepped towards the high platform.
Apart from Yang Xianan, there is no one else beside me.
"How are things going?" Xu Yi asked calmly while lying on the fence of the high platform, looking at the smoke below.
Yang Xianan stood next to Xu Yi and said solemnly: "Three thousand children have been selected. They are all without ties. They will be homeless once the drought ends."
Xu Yi nodded slightly, and then spoke again: "In at most half a month, part of the road from Guanzhong to the outside world will be opened."
"When the time comes, we will send those children away in the safest way possible."
Yang Xian'an nodded and assured: "Sixth Master, everything is ready now, we just need to wait for the trade routes to normalize."
The words are over.
Yang Xian'an suddenly became a little hesitant.
Xu Yi turned to look at Yang Xian'an and said calmly: "If you have something to say, say nothing. Is there anything else that we can't say between you and me?"
"Yes." Yang Xian'an took a deep breath and then slowly asked, "Six, can the number of people only be three thousand? Can we increase it some more?"
"I have observed these days that there are many children in the crowd who agree with the request and are not much worse than those people."
"It would be a pity to just give up like this."
Xu Yi thought deeply after hearing this. The more he has experienced being a child of disaster victims, the more he knows how to cherish this hard-won happiness. ….
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Since that storm, the surviving children have not only helped Jingzhao Mansion with work every day, but also helped Jingzhao Mansion with work every day.
People's hearts are full of flesh, so who can watch these children die of hunger and cold due to drought without any psychological burden.
Just like now, looking down from the high platform, one can see the busy figures of many children.
It's not like Xu Yi never thought of setting up a trap to let children enter the mansions of dignitaries and act as the most ordinary domestic servants.
But if you think about it carefully, such behavior is tantamount to pushing them into a pit of fire with your own hands.
The robed bird doesn't call for nothing sometimes.
The names given to disaster victims sometimes stay with them throughout their lives.
It must be said that the competition at the bottom is more straightforward, cruel and dirty than the competition at the top, whether in terms of means or other means.
Xu Yi calmed down and asked, "How many children are there?"
Yang Xian'an replied: "Now there are more than 7,000 children, and nearly 5,000 have agreed to the request."
In other words, there are still nearly 2,000 children who have nowhere to live.
Of course, this is just around Chang'an City.
Other counties in Guanzhong may have more, or maybe... very few.
Xu Yi pondered for a moment and then said: "Prioritize the selection of one thousand older people from the original three thousand people and recruit them into the five oldest trading houses."
"The rest of the people, along with the remaining children, will be transferred in batches."
"Whether you are faking death or getting lost, absolute safety must be ensured no matter what."
When Yang Xian'an heard this, he immediately beamed with joy and promised again and again: "Sixth Master, please let me go, Xian'an knows the seriousness."
Xu Yi nodded slightly, then turned around again.
There are never any hard and fast plans in the world.
Just like the matter of dead soldiers.
According to Xu Yi's original plan, it would be difficult to find three thousand people around Chang'an City who agreed with his request.
wrong.
Regardless of whether they are found or not, these children who agree to the request will be transferred to Donglai County first.
Wherever they go, someone will naturally train them.
Once they are in the domain, they will be transferred to the border one after another according to the situation.
But now, the number of children responding to the request has soared.
The number three thousand will naturally change accordingly.
It is different from the past where once selected, one will 100% become a dead soldier.
Now that the base is large, Xu Yi will naturally strive for excellence.
As for losing the election, Xu Yi will naturally have other arrangements.
There are so many ways to make a fortune in his mind. Even if a workshop is built on a large scale, it is impossible for everyone to enter.
Instead of wasting time and energy re-training loyal workers.
It's better to settle down once and for all from now on.
Who better to agree with Xu Yi's request than a child who has experienced the selection of dead soldiers?
Even so, I'm afraid it's difficult to find.
Of course, whether it is a dead soldier or a worker.
The treatment they can enjoy is absolutely beyond everyone's imagination.
After all, Xu Yi is not bad, and he is not stingy.
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Time passed slowly.
After a while, various fragrances came from various porridge sheds.
Xu Yi lay quietly on the railing of the high platform, looking at the rosy smiling faces below.
The corners of his mouth could not help but rise.
When he saw the victims moving forward and silently bowing to the high platform, the smile on Xu Yi's lips became deeper and deeper.
People are emotional, and they can naturally tell clearly who is true to them.
Now, the reason why Xu Yi left Chang'an on New Year's Day was to engrave this good news deeply in the memories of the victims.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it.
Xu Yi understands this truth better than anyone else.
He had already planted the seed in the hearts of the people of Chang'an City with the two disaster relief monuments.
The seeds in the hearts of the Guanzhong disaster victims today have also been planted deeply and subconsciously.
As the disaster relief is completely concluded, time slowly passes.
One day, the seeds will sprout, grow strong, and finally grow into a towering tree.
Either hold up a piece of sky, or pierce a piece of sky.
Xu Yi watched quietly for a while, then walked off the high road and led the motorcade towards Xuanping Gate.
Along the way, the victims’ voices of gratitude were heard endlessly.
When Xu Yi walked into Xuanping Gate.
Rong Pingchuan had been waiting at the city gate for a long time.
The two looked at each other, and neither of them mentioned the six thousand taels of silver notes and the paper.
After a few simple greetings.
The convoy continued on.
Everything is as usual.
Rong Pingchuan watched Xu Yi leave Xuanpingmen.
Naturally, I also saw the driver who was late earlier.
At this time, the driver was driving behind Xu Yi not far or near. .
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