How could a small Taoist temple get so much food and give it away so widely, every day for a month?
Zhang Xiaochun ordered his cronies to inquire about it for many days, and finally decided to visit in person.
He took a few of his followers, changed into casual clothes, and walked to the Taoist temple quietly.
Sure enough, the crowd in front of the view was so crowded that the small street became so crowded that the snow melted into slush.
In front of the temple, two Taoist priests were busy taking out porridge. Several large vats were filled with hot and fragrant wheat porridge.
It wasn't until the vat was empty that everyone slowly dispersed.
Zhang Xiaochun and his men hurried forward and asked Xu Ling: "Taoist Master, the city is about to run out of food. I wonder where your rice and food will come from?"
Seeing his abrupt question, Xu Ling and Yun Kong couldn't help but frowned suspiciously.
"This brother, it's the Holy Emperor who appears in this view." Xu Ling said seriously.
Zhang Xiaochun laughed: "Master Taoist, there is no need to beat around the bush, we are here for business."
"What's the matter?" Xu Ling couldn't help but worry when he saw that there were several people coming.
"I'm Zhang Xiaochun, the magistrate of Taiyuan. I'm here to ask for advice."
"It turns out that the prefect is here..." Yun Kong thought to himself, "If he is really an official serving the people, he might as well..."
Zhang Xiaochun said seriously: "Now is the time when the people of Taiyuan are in dire straits. We should all be in the same boat. Now my government is worried about the shortage of military supplies. The Jin people have surrounded Taiyuan like an iron bucket, and it is blocked. Recently I learned that everyone in your temple is Food is distributed every day, so I want to find a clever strategy, how can I keep the rice supply running?"
"There is really no clever strategy, but there is a strange person." Yun Kong said.
"Yunkong..." Xu Ling was eager to stop him, but was blocked by Yunkong instead.
"My lord, please follow me inside, and you will know the rules."
When everyone came to the backyard, they saw a strong man sitting against the wall with a dull look on his face, not paying any attention to the person coming.
Soon, the man slowly raised his right hand.
The man's hands were waving in the air, as if picking.
There was a "pop" and "pop" sound in the air, and branches of different thicknesses fell from the man's hands, some with new buds.
Soon, the ground was filled with firewood, and Xu Ling was busy putting the firewood into the woodshed.
After a while, the man raised his hands again.
His temples bulged and veins appeared on his arms, as if he was trying hard to tear something apart in mid-air.
He shouted and relaxed his hands. The wheat trickled down from between his hands and piled up a hill in front of him.
He jerked his hands and pulled out a grain bag from the breeze.
There was a big word written on the grain bag, the word "gold".
【hero】
Since ancient times, what makes a hero a hero?
History is stained with stains. How many heroes have left their names in history? How many heroes have been wiped out in history and passed away by the wind?
How many heroes have just bloomed like an epiphyllum, and before they have time to show off to the world, they have been thrown into the furnace, burned completely, and no longer linger in the world?
How many? How many more epiphyllums have been cast into the furnace?
【Go to death】
The Jin soldiers are always running out of food, they are running out of food, but they are still not enough.
They suspected that people outside the city were stealing food, so they went to people's homes to search.
But Jin Bing was already very thin, and the common people were even thinner and dying. Not to mention food, even the insects in their homes were eaten away.
The Kaifeng Prefecture was erratic, with wars and peace at times, and Taiyuan Prefecture being unable to be conquered for a long time. Emperor Wanyan Aguda, the Emperor of the Jin Dynasty, was already tired and wanted to resolve the current situation quickly, so he ordered Nian Meihe who was attacking Taiyuan to divide his troops and move towards Kaifeng. , increasing the pressure on Kaifeng Mansion.
Spring is coming, and the murderous intention is here again.
Food and grass in the Jin camp disappeared frequently, and later even the weapons began to decrease. Nian Meihe realized that things were not simple, so he had to issue a military order: "Soldiers must keep their own weapons. If there is any loss, the commander will issue a formal military order!"
Military orders cannot drive away evil spirits, and weapons can be used without fail.
No one expected that all the weapons would be in the hands of the Taiyuan magistrate.
The weather has really warmed up, and grass has grown out of the wet soil from the melting snow, shyly bathing in the sunshine.
The filial son was still in a daze, sitting in the backyard most of the day. Yun Kong and Xu Ling asked him for food and supplies, and Zhang Xiaochun asked him for weapons and weapons.
One day, a ray of warm sunshine shone on him.
His brain warmed up and his thoughts became slightly more active.
He thought again of the old tree in front of his house and his mother.
"mother……"
His hand flew up into the air, trying to hold his mother's hand.
He got it.
He held a severed arm in his hand. The skin and flesh on the arm had almost fallen off, leaving only a little bit still attached to the brown bones.
"Mother...?" Xiaozi opened his eyes wide.
"Mother——!" Sparks burst out from the filial son's eyes, and bloodshot eyes instantly filled his eyes.
He wailed to the sky, shouted to the earth, waved the bones in his hands, cursed everything in the world, and his tears mixed with blood gushed out.
He saw the old tree again.
【Throw into furnace】
Yunkong heard the filial son's wailing, and when he rushed to the backyard, he happened to see the filial son's figure gradually disappearing. His last figure in the air cried out wildly, and finally disappeared into the void completely along with the sound.
Yun Kong was stunned, thinking in his heart: What will happen next when the filial son is gone?
How to do it?
The filial son had been living in the Yiyong Wu'anwang Temple since the day when Jin soldiers besieged the city. Why did the filial son leave without saying a word two months later?
That's because the filial son saw a tree, an old tree in front of his house.
He stretched out his hand and touched the tree, so he pulled on the tree body and pulled hard. The roots of the tree were firmly in the soil, so the tree body did not move, but he was pulled by the tree.
So he returned home.
He found himself standing under the old tree. He was so happy that he ran into the house and shouted: "Mom! I'm back!"
But there was no one in the room, and everything was turned over in a mess and covered with thick dust.
He thought of the dry bones he was holding just now.
He didn't want it to be his mother.
He walked around but couldn't see any golden soldiers, so he went to the home of Master Yan, the man who helped herd cattle when he was a child.
Master Yan was greatly surprised when he saw him. He hurriedly brought his dutiful son into the house and asked him where he had been in the past two months.
The filial son ignored his question and just asked: "Where is my mother?"
"Your mother passed away."
As expected, the dutiful son heard this. Although he had long given up hope, he still couldn't help but burst into tears, full of regret.
"Your mother died of hunger. When the Jin soldiers came, we had too much time to take care of ourselves and robbed us of food. We went to visit your mother a few days later, but she died..."
"Where is my mother buried?"
"Under the big tree in front of your house."
The filial son ran away and returned to the old tree at his door. He wanted to cry, but he had cried too much and was too tired. He just wanted to see his mother again.
As soon as he thought about it, his mother appeared between his hands.
His mother's gray hair was still hanging down her head, and the clothes she wore when she was buried were in tatters, exuding a stench, and some of her flesh was disturbed and fell to the ground.
But this is my mother.
Although there is no flesh on her face to show her kindness in life, the empty eye sockets still seem to retain the care of the past.
His mother's corpse was missing an arm.
He knew that it was left in the backyard of the Taoist temple.
"Hey! That guy!" With a loud shout, the dutiful son turned around and saw two golden soldiers.
Anger burned his heart, his eyes suddenly bulged, and a broken incisor flew out of his mouth.
He put his mother down.
Jin Bing moved closer.
The dutiful son waved his hand, and the golden soldier didn't say "hum", trembled, and fell to the ground with a face full of panic.
Before falling to the ground, he saw a bloody heart in the hand of the dutiful son. The heart was still beating in horror, as if he was very uneasy about leaving its owner.
Another golden soldier was stunned for a moment, and quickly rushed towards him with a spear, but he quickly fell to the ground.
The dutiful son threw the two hearts at his feet.
Other Jin soldiers came for inspection, and when they saw something was wrong, they immediately swarmed over.
There are a few more hearts at the feet of the dutiful son.
【Leaving the city】
At the end of February, the spring feeling is already too strong.
Originally, after the emperor agreed to cede the town, the Jin soldiers surrounding Kaifeng Mansion had already retreated. Unexpectedly, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty immediately seemed to have amnesia. Not only did he not fulfill the peace agreement, but he also tried to use little tricks to hinder the Jin people.
The sheep bitten by the wolf immediately forgot how painful the wound was.
After receiving the order from the Jin camp, the deputy marshal sent part of his troops to Kaifeng, joined the East Route soldiers, and concentrated firepower to attack Kaifeng Mansion.
Only one general, Yin Shuke, was left outside the Taiyuan Mansion. The threat of the Jin soldiers was immediately reduced. The Jin camp was carefully guarded day and night, waiting for the main army to return to the formation, so the situation outside the city relaxed a lot.
