There is no history without culture, and a style of thinking and discussion--A message from the author
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The breeze blows and the bamboo dances slightly.
The big river is rippling, and the water and sky are the same color.
A beautiful woman is like jade, her skin is whiter than snow.
Her face is as beautiful as jade, her eyebrows are like picturesque eyes, her lips are red and her teeth are white. She is a pretty young woman, about twenty.
She was wearing a light green skirt and a white tube top.
She looked at the scene in front of her anxiously.
He looked carefully in front of him, fearing that he would accidentally fall into the river.
The boy, about ten years old, sat in a daze by the river for a long time.
The river has dried up halfway, but there is no problem in taking out human figures.
This is not the key.
The key is that he found that he looked very different from the young woman.
His face was pale and his hair was brown.
Is she my mother?
No, it should be my adoptive mother.
Otherwise, why would mother and son look exactly opposite each other?
When the young woman saw the boy's confused eyes, tears poured down his face:
"Mother is sorry for you and allowed you to be born before you reached full term. Ping'er, but for you, mother spent almost all the family property on you."
This boy now finally knows his name, which is Zhao Ping.
It turns out that in his previous life, Zhao Ping was riding a scooter on the street and sacrificed himself to save a beautiful woman who jumped from a building.
The unwilling soul was wandering around, but unexpectedly it would travel to the body of a sick man who was in a coma due to injury.
But fortunately, there is an extremely beautiful woman who claims to be his mother to take care of him.
It’s just that he was born without a father, and mother and son depended on each other for life!
My mother never told me who my father was!
I just know that I was born an illegitimate child!
An illegitimate and abandoned son without a father!
It is not difficult to imagine that he was named Zhao Ping because he wanted to be plain and peaceful.
But this wish is not easy to achieve!
It was only a mile from home to the river, but I was out of breath all the way.
I had to sit on the maza my mother carried with me to take a breather three times.
Even so, this was something he fought for himself, because his mother kept him lying in bed to rest in order to keep him healthy.
As a person from later generations, Zhao Ping knows how harmful it is to lie in bed all the time.
Not only will his body function be severely reduced, but he may also die at any time that day.
Because it's too fragile.
Although this life is fragile, it is also your own precious life. You must find a way to grow up healthily.
Such as practicing running and so on.
When Zhao Ping was practicing running that day, he suddenly saw the housekeeper Wu Jie and his son running over in a hurry.
They picked up hoes, sticks, etc., and shouted that they were going to Lijia River to fight for water.
Not long after Wu Jie and his son left, the little maid Lan'er ran in panting.
She tells him bad news.
It turns out that the county magistrate received a report and said he would come to judge the water dispute.
There are three larger villages in this place.
They are Wangjiacun, Lijiacun and Zhaojiazhuang.
In terms of land, population, area, and connections, Wangjiacun far exceeds Lijiacun and Zhaojiazhuang combined.
What's even more powerful is yet to come. I heard that there are people in Wangjiacun working as officials in the county and on the road.
The three villages often compete for water over land.
Although there are many people in Wangjiazhuang, Lijiazhuang is not a vegetarian.
Although Wangjiacun wins more and loses less, it is not that it has never lost.
Wangjiazhuang accounts for the majority of the population and land, and it is understandable that it used to be the majority of water users.
But this time is completely different. It has basically not rained since the second half of last year to the beginning of this spring.
Without rain, all crops will dry up.
Fortunately, Wangjia Village has a lot of fields but little land, and there is still enough food left to survive this early spring.
However, Lijiacun and Zhaojiazhuang are typical villages with more land and less fields. Basically, every household has no surplus grain.
If there is no river, there is only a dead end.
This time, no water can be allowed under any circumstances.
However, no one expected that the county magistrate would also participate.
This is not good for Lijia Village at all. I heard that the county magistrate does not like fighting at all, but likes to write poetry.
However, Xiang, the head of Lijia Village, was fighting with force, while Wangjia Village was fighting with literature. The situation was not favorable at all for Lijia Village.
Of course, it is also disadvantageous for Zhaojiazhuang, because Zhaojiazhuang is also dependent on Lijiacun.
what to do?
Zhao Ping picked up a copy of "Collection of Yuefu Poems" and said to Lan'er: "Lan'er, let's go and fight for water."
Unexpectedly, the hateful Lan'er hurriedly opened her hands to stop him and said: "Young Master, you need to rest more. My mistress has told me not to let you out."
Zhao Ping patiently said to Lan'er: "I heard that the county magistrate likes to fight poems. I usually don't have much time in class, so I can increase my knowledge."
The reason why I have so little class time is, of course, that I often get sick.
Not to mention an illegitimate child!
Zhao Ping often asked for leave due to illness and could not come to school. In anger, the teacher treated him as if he was nothing.
When his classmates saw him, they were all far away from luck. They were very afraid that this sick man would infect them, and no one talked to him.
Behind his back, he was also mocked as an illegitimate child without a father.
If you don’t have time to attend classes, your grades will naturally be bad.
This made Zhao Ping even more withdrawn and introverted.
Nicknames such as "Sick Yangzi", "Solitary" and "Incompetent" have become notorious in the neighborhood.
This gave Zhao Ping the idea of looking for his father.
Cheap dad, why did you abandon me?
But Lan'er still wouldn't let Zhao Ping go out.
Zhao Ping took out a shortbread and said, "Lan'er, shortbread."
Five or six-year-old Lan'er's throat moved a few times. She looked at Zhao Ping with big eyes and hesitated a few times to take the shortcake.
Zhao Ping took the opportunity to step over her, and Lan'er had no choice but to chase him while shouting.
The two came to the Lijia River and saw that there were about a thousand villagers in the two villages.
The noise almost shook people's ears, and unexpectedly there was no fighting scene as expected.
Zhao Ping and Lan'er saw the housekeeper Wu Jie and his son rushing forward, holding their heads high, and arguing fiercely with the villagers of Wangjiacun.
Not to be outdone, the villagers in Wangjia Village waved their arms and pointed at Wu Jie and his son and cursed.
Because they were too far apart, Zhao Ping didn't know what they were cursing.
Later, the two sides pointed at each other's noses and cursed. Wu Tian suddenly waved the wooden stick in his hand, and the other party's voice suddenly stopped.
What puzzled Zhao Ping was that the Wangjia villagers only had hoes but no sticks. Could it be that Wangjia Village gave up before fighting?
Could it be that the opportunity he finally got to watch the excitement turned out to be a hero running away in vain?
Suddenly several gongs rang, and Zhao Ping heard a rough voice shouting: "Quiet! Quiet! I'm going to ask the county magistrate Liu to give me a lecture."
The villagers in the two villages suddenly became quiet!
Zhao Ping looked toward the gongs and saw two officials wearing black soap clothes in front of him who were blowing gongs to clear the way. The officials behind them were holding "Quiet" and "Avoid" signs and separated on both sides.
When the rickety sedan came to a stop, an official stepped forward and opened the curtain of the green double sedan, while making a gesture of invitation with his right hand.
A serious-looking green-robed official in his forties came out!
Zhao Ping only heard him cough and glanced around. The villagers of Wangjia Village and Lijia Village, led by their respective chiefs, bowed and saluted: "I've seen the official."
What a great official authority!
Zhao Ping remembered that the county magistrate was usually the eighth grade, but here he obviously regarded himself as the county magistrate.
The green-robed official nodded, coughed a few times, and then said in a deep voice, "I received a report that someone gathered to cause trouble. What happened?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a plump, fair-skinned, wealthy man about fifty years old, wearing a Dongpo hat, wide sleeves, purple clothes, round collar and satin, saluted with both hands and immediately replied: "Report to the officials, in order to fight for water in Lijia Village, many people gathered together and used sticks to fight. Let the officials decide for the common people!"
After saying that, he wiped away the non-existent tears.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but frown, and his heart suddenly became lively.
Lijiazhuang did not bring any tools this time. It happened that the county magistrate came to the scene after receiving a report.
It would be unbelievable to say that there is no connection between the two.
Li Zhihao, the patriarch of Lijia Village, is also around fifty, but his hair and beard are already a bit gray, his forehead is wrinkled and slightly hunched over, and his face is brown and thin. It is obvious that he is more tired and hardworking than the patriarch of Wangjia Village.
He stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "I'm telling the officials that in order to fight for water, Wangjia Village cut off the people's water sources and destroyed the people's farm tools in order to cut off the people's cooking smoke. I hope the officials will make decisions for the people."
Liu Xian Cheng stroked his beard, looked at the two of them, and coughed: "It turns out it's a fight for water. But the stick has no eyes, hurts people's lives, and goes against the law of nature. Besides, I, the Song Dynasty, did not transform into foreign barbarians, but practiced literature and martial arts. I was a member of the imperial court. As usual. In this case, today, of course, we will compete in writing."
Wang Wenxiu, the chief security officer of Wangjia Village, immediately bowed his hands to Prime Minister Liu and said, "I will obey this order."
The careful Zhao Ping noticed a smile on his face.
Everyone in Lijia Village gasped, with ugly expressions on their faces.
The level of education in the two villages is as high as heaven and underground!
Lijiacun's strength is military force, and the whole village has only three candidates who passed the examination; while Wangjiacun not only has eighteen candidates, but also has one person who won the Jinshi title on the gold list.
Li Zhihao, the chief security officer of Lijia Village, opened his mouth to defend himself, but Liu County Cheng had already set the tone, so he could only force a smile with a dark face and cupped his hands: "I will obey this order."
Wang Wenxiu waved his right hand. Zhao Ping only saw a handsome boy, about eleven or two years old, wearing a turban on his head, calmly walked up to Liu County Cheng, bowed deeply, and said, "Young prince Wang Yi has seen an official." Then he paid homage to Li Zhihao, and finally looked around. Sing a fat promise.
Not only did Wangjia Village applaud this boy's appearance, dress, and demeanor, but Lijia Village couldn't find anything wrong with him either.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but shake his head, this was the prodigy of Wangjiacun. What's more, Wangjiacun has already turned out to be a boy. According to the usual practice, Lijiacun has also found a boy of the same age.
Zhao Ping has already seen the desperate eyes of the villagers in Lijia Village!
Wang Wenxiu bowed his hands to the Prime Minister of Liu County and said, "I respectfully invite the officials to come up with the topic."
Liu Xian Cheng stroked his beard gently, looked at the river, then looked at Lijiazhuang and Wangjiazhuang in the distance, and then his eyes stayed on Wang Ziyi.
"Dongpo layman said: 'It is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo.' Bamboo is an elegant thing. Water is the source of all things, and it is also the thing we are fighting for today." He sighed and said:
"To compose a poem, you must have bamboo and water, and the time limit is half a stick of incense."
Zhao Ping thought to himself, this county magistrate is indeed an elegant scholar!
An official in black immediately lit an incense stick and started counting the time.
The boy in Wangjiazhuang had already set up his desk, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and it seemed that he was well prepared.
Zhao Ping saw Wang Ziyi polishing ink while looking at the river and bamboos in deep thought.
In less than half a stick of incense, he had slowly written a poem.
An official took it and handed it to Liu County Cheng. After reading it, Liu County Cheng nodded and gave it to Li Zhihao. Li Zhihao had no choice but to chant in a rich baritone voice:
"There is no small bridge on the mountainside of Zhucui Mountain, and the quiet spring water surrounds the rocks. The gentle footsteps frighten the forest birds. It turns out that I am floating in my dream."
After reading, Li Zhihao said in a deep voice: "Wang Langjun's artistic conception is elegant, light and unique. I would like to announce that our Lijiazhuang recognizes..."
At this point, Zhao Ping saw that some villagers in Wangjia Village were waving their arms and almost shouted; while Wang Wenxiu's face was full of joy and he almost said "win."
When Li Zhihao said this, his voice almost sounded like crying.
The word "lose" has not yet been uttered, "Wait a minute!"
A small but clear child's voice came.
Zhao Ping shouted with all his strength. Due to his physical weakness, he could only walk slowly.
Wang Wenxiu's face suddenly stiffened, and the waving arms of the villagers in Wangjia Village also stopped.
The angry eyes of all Wangjiacun shot towards Zhao Ping like sharp arrows.
Li Zhihao and Wang Wenxiu were furious. Liu Xiancheng and Li Zhihao frowned after glancing at them.
Of course he knew his appearance and clothing. He was just a boy with a pale face, burnt yellow hair and straight green hair, with two horns on his head. He was almost a head shorter than Wang Ziyi.
There is no way, standing with Wang Ziyi, the sick self can only become the faint star that shines brightly for thousands of miles!
Zhao Ping saw everyone in Lijia Village shaking their heads and sighing, and Lan'er even covered her eyes.
Although Zhao Ping walked slowly, he still came to Liu County Cheng fearlessly!
"Why, is there no one in Lijiazhuang? You actually sent this sick man out to embarrass yourself?"
"Haha, haha, is it a sick man with no ink in his belly?"
"Haha, look, he still has a book in his hand. Could it be that he wants to find a poem from the book for emergency use?"
"Haha, Wu Mingzi, this is not about looking for poems, but about composing poems on the spot."
"If I can succeed in finding poems, I might as well come out and forget it."
"Haha, you made me laugh so hard. Lijiazhuang, you might as well just admit defeat. It would be more respectable."
"Oh, so it turns out that he is a sick man who spends two days fishing and three days drying nets while studying? Why are you here to join in the fun? Don't you feel embarrassed enough?"
etc.
The villagers in Wangjiacun laughed and laughed, and their voices continued to reach Zhao Ping's ears.
He also saw that the faces of the villagers in Wangjiacun suddenly relaxed, and they were all smiling.
Wu Di suddenly stepped out with his right foot and shouted: "Little Master."
He was about to rush forward and pull Zhao Ping to his side.
Wu Jie hurriedly covered Wu Di's mouth and whispered to him quietly.
After receiving everyone's expressions, Zhao Ping remained calm. He smiled and bowed one by one. He bowed his hands and bowed again. Then he pointed at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and asked Wang Ziyi: "Can I borrow it for you, a small official?"
Perhaps because he had the upper hand, Wang Ziyi nodded gracefully, stretched out his right hand and said, "Please use it, young man."
Time was running out, so Zhao Ping wrote immediately with a brush. Fortunately, he had just dried the ink and the incense had just finished burning.
After Liu Xiancheng took the poem written by Zhao Ping from the official messenger, he looked at it for a few times, then his expression changed slightly and handed it to Wang Wenxiu.
Wang Wenxiu coughed and had no choice but to recite:
"The black clouds are about to fall into the sky, and the green bamboos are silent and the river is idle. The mirror suddenly cracks and ripples rise, and the orchid boat goes far away among the sounds of oars."
The school masters from the two villages have also arrived.
Zhao Ping saw the wife from Wangjiacun flicking her sleeves and giving him a fierce look.
The wife of Li Zhiqing in Lijia Village was stunned, not believing that this was a student who could not even complete his studies normally.
When Zhao Ping heard Li Zhiqing reciting a poem, he couldn't help but burst into tears and murmured: "My Lijiazhuang has been saved."
Not only that, he also saw Li Zhihao finally straightening his back, stroking his beard and asking Wang Wenxiu: "Wang Yuanwai, can you comment on this poem?"
