Guanzhong, Qian County, south of Liangshan, Zhaoling Village, an unknown stream flows from the south of the village, bypassing several large sycamore trees at the foothills outside the village, and then flows eastward.
A closer look reveals that this is actually not Liangshan Mountain, but Jiuwei Mountain, also called Jiujun Mountain. The village was named Zhaoling Village because the Zhaoling Mausoleum of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty was located here.
Li Xiaofeng, the son of Li Hao, a servant of the Shu Kingdom and the Minister of Household Affairs, had already arrived in Guanzhong.
Since Li Xiaofeng actually went to Zhou's Tokyo secretly this time to test Zhou's attitude in advance, he did not arrive with much fanfare with his attendants.
However, this was just because Li Xiaofeng felt that he was very hidden, but in fact, from the moment he left Chengdu Mansion, he was always under the surveillance of Zhou Guo's Jinyi guards.
The reason why they attach so much importance to the Li family and his son is of course to plant a nail in the top-level bureaucracy of the Shu Kingdom.
But being able to select Li Hao and his son has nothing to do with Zhang Zhao.
Although Zhang Zhao did pay more attention to and like history before time travel, but even so, it would be good if he could remember that there was a man in Meng Shu who practiced surrender and was ridiculed at that time and by later generations.
It would be an exaggeration to know who he was and what his experience was.
Therefore, the selection of Li Hao and his son as the breakthrough point was actually the result of joint discussions between Zhang Liecheng and Cao Wantong, the head of the Hexi Chamber of Commerce.
Because after considering various circumstances, they keenly discovered the unified thoughts hidden in Li Hao.
So when Zhao Erlang, an intelligence officer in Shuzhong, passed the news back, under the orders of Cao Yuanzhong, the governor of Chang'an and Jingzhao Yin, the maintenance and repair of this lonely tomb in Qian County began immediately.
And what is very coincidental is that this lonely grave has actually been under the protection of the Qianxian County government for a long time.
Because when Zhang Zhao first entered Guanzhong to quell the rebellion, the rebels of Zhangyi Army were entrenched in Qian County. Although it was not as miserable as Jingzhou, by the time the Hexi Army regained Qianzhou, the residents of the city also went to Qianxian County. become.
Zhang Zhao then ordered that the murdered people who had no relatives be buried collectively. When the cemetery was selected, it happened to be placed outside Zhaoling Village.
Later, 19 Weizhou volunteers and civilians who sacrificed their lives in the attack on Qian County were also buried here.
Later, when Zhang Zhao entered Guanzhong again, due to the lack of care for a long time, he could no longer tell who were Weizhou volunteers? Which are the graves of the murdered people of Qianzhou?
In the end, Cao Yuanzhong decided to maintain and worship together.
So when Li Xiaofeng went through all the trouble to find out the place, he couldn't believe his eyes.
He thought he would definitely see desolate villages, withered sycamore trees, and tombs that might not even have earthen mounds.
But in fact, what he saw was a village full of vitality, with happy farmers and women, busy figures everywhere, and old people pointing happily at the entrance of the village.
However, what they were pointing at was not Li Xiaofeng and a few other foreigners, but the young men in the village who were forming formation at the head of the village.
At the front, there was a rather strong young man, holding a wooden stick as a weapon and training in a decent manner. '
It was indeed military training. Li Xiaofeng observed carefully. The young man was holding a "horse" and commanding the young men. After a while, they formed a square formation to meet the enemy, shouting one-two-one slogans with strange accents, and then March forward to the sound of the trumpet.
After a while, they formed a sharp arrow formation for assault and charged and struck fiercely.
After walking a few steps, the young man screamed "ding", and the young men stopped.
Again 'Bang! Bang! ' shouted, the young men came forward collectively.
He also followed the instructions in his mouth, woohoo! Alas! Yulin! Yulin yelled.
The Meng Shu Jin Forbidden Army and Xiangwu Army Yuhou next to Li Xiaofeng suddenly opened his eyes wide. He turned around and told Li Xiaofeng while gasping for air.
"The young man here, who is about ten years old, has a plan for both advance and retreat, can understand the sound of the golden drum, and has the heart to form a formation and watch.
If he continues to practice like this and grows a few years older, he will be an incredible warrior! "
And that's not all, after the young man commanded the young men to advance and retreat in formation, he also took a bow and arrow test.
Although the bows used were all bamboo, and the arrows shot were bamboo arrows cut from bamboo slices, the accuracy was indeed not very good due to the material.
But they actually have decent reward and punishment measures. If you ejaculate well, you will be appointed as the little leader by the young man, and if you ejaculate poorly, you will be spanked with a bamboo splinter.
The man who was today's little leader narrowed his eyes and looked extremely proud.
The one who was spanked was so humiliated that his face was red, and his eyes were almost on fire.
Du Yuhou was completely shocked. He opened his mouth and wanted to tell Li Xiaofeng beside him that the military discipline of these half-grown men was already better than that of the general guards of the Shu army.
But after thinking about it, I felt embarrassed and was still embarrassed to say it.
After dawdling for a long time, I could only hold it in until my face turned red. Finally, my thousands of words turned into one sentence, "Fuck me," but I didn't know whether I was scolding myself or who I was scolding.
At the same time, Li Xiaofeng also felt something different in his heart. He didn't see any discipline or formation. He was shocked by the strange competitiveness of these children.
What kind of children are these? Playing a game is like fighting a real war.
But then, a strange sense of pride arose in his heart. These children were all his fellow Guanzhong fellows!
As soon as the few people reached the entrance of the village, before they saw the sycamore tree, they heard rapid footsteps behind them.
Du Yuhou was startled, thinking that these children had overheard the curse he had just cursed and came to trouble him.
As a result, the children rushed to the ferry at the head of the village in a swarm. Li Xiaofeng and the others looked at each other and followed them forward.
After walking a few steps, I saw a boat coming from the other side of the river. There was a white flag on the boat. On the flag was written a black letter. It turned out that the messenger had arrived.
However, it is a little different from the posthouse messengers in Sichuan. This postship is not only loaded with letters or other things, but also carries a lot of strange objects.
"Li Yinsheng! Is Li Yinsheng here?" Several men got off the post boat, and the leader began to shout.
Countryside names are like this. When you are born, add the time to make a good name. Such Yin-born and ugly names are not only common in Guanzhong, but also in the territory of Meng and Shu.
"Here he is! Here he is! Over here!" Li Xiaofeng recognized that Li Yinsheng was the young man who used the long stick as a horse in the beginning.
"Here, this is the Jiangnan glutinous rice lard cake your father brought you. This sword is also for you. It was said to be found on the body of an official of the Southern Tang Dynasty. There are also a few strings of money and two pieces of brocade. This must be Let your mother-in-law move it."
When Li Yinsheng heard this, he jumped three feet high. He took the sword, which could be regarded as a long dagger, and immediately started dancing.
Holding it with the forehand, holding it with the backhand, poking and stroking, it's actually very organized.
The old people around him also cheered him with smiles, and some pointed out his techniques.
After waving a few times, Li Yinsheng turned around and asked the postman loudly, "My lord, are you brave in battle? How many beheadings are there?"
Du Yuhou happened to hear Li Yinsheng's question and let out a low sigh of disdain, "Unfilial thing, you don't ask whether your father is alive or dead, only whether he is brave."
The post leader also smiled and took out a piece of paper with a red edge, which looked like a good news and read it loudly.
"Li Dalang of Zhaoling Village was assigned to the 5th Capital of the 3rd Battalion of Zhangwu Town. In the Battle of Mengzhuze, he fought bravely to defeat the bandit army, beheaded four levels, and captured a member of Yuhou, the capital of the Longwu Army of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
After his meritorious service, he was promoted to the second rank of Zhongzhen. He was promoted to serve in the army of Zhangwu Town. He was promoted to the first official rank and became Chengxin Lang of the ninth rank. "
After finishing reading, the post leader bowed his hand for the first time to a young man who didn't even have shoes and whose trousers were one long and one short.
"Congratulations, Mr. Young Master. From now on, your home will be the home of an official. We will come to present you with the saint's rewards on the Fourth of July and the Eighth Festival. You can also go to the county to learn martial arts. You will not kneel down when you meet an official, and you will not shy away from every encounter. "
The post leader finished raising his hands, and the three post boys also raised their hands and bent down at the same time, shouting in unison: "Congratulations, young man!"
Li Yinsheng was hit by the huge surprise. He felt like the world was spinning. His little body was trembling a little, and he even forgot to return the gift.
Just at this moment, his mother, Li Hanshi, came over. Li Hanshi was riding on a thin horse. The person in front of her holding the reins of the thin horse was the head of the village where Zhaoling Village was located.
Li Hanshi started to look panicked. When she learned that her husband was already a member of the Forbidden Army and had become an officer of the ninth rank, she happily burst into tears at the ferry, and everyone around her hurriedly gathered around. Congratulations all the time.
On the contrary, the headmaster was used to this scene, so he comforted and talked with the postman. He also came over after hearing that Li Dalang had won the rank.
According to the law, if there are brave warriors like rank officials in the township, the village elders and village chiefs in the township will also be rewarded, and their achievements will also be recorded.
Not long after, Li Han finally recovered from the huge surprise. She quickly stuffed a large piece of lard cake into her son Li Yinsheng's mouth, and then shared the spoiled lard cake with him. children.
The salt and sugar tea rewarded by the saint was on the ferry, and some of it was shared with one family in the village.
After the distribution, Mrs. Li Han was cruel and cut off a few feet of the gorgeous Jiangnan brocade and gave it to the women in the village so that they could make handkerchiefs.
Finally, he carried the remaining horse and a half of brocade on his body, took his son and prepared to run to the neighboring village.
Her mother-in-law lives in a neighboring village. She has always looked down upon her son-in-law. She felt that Li Dalang only had brute strength and could wield a sword and a gun, but he only farmed at home. The poor mouse would cry when he saw this.
Li Han wanted to take this piece of brocade and half to make a cross-collar skirt for my mother, just to see if she would be embarrassed to open her mouth and scold others in the future.
One after another, Guanzhong Yicong who went out from Zhaoling Village received rewards or sent home some money and materials. In the end, only Sanlang from the Han family at the end of the village came back without anything.
The only people in the Han family are an old man with handicapped legs and feet, an old woman who is blind in one eye, and two half-year-old grandsons.
The eldest son of the Han family went to Fengxiang Mansion to make a living, the second son became an apprentice in Chang'an, and the third son left as a follower.
The old lady of the Han family no longer dared to look at the post ship, and a bad intuition lingered in everyone's minds.
Sure enough, a postman took out Xi Qin, which is the junior version of the erhu in later generations, and started playing it.
The two outer guards held out a black pottery jar with a red forehead bandage tied around the jar.
The old lady of the Han family could tell at a glance that the smear on his forehead was done for Han Sanlang when she was blind with one eye when he went to war.
"My son!" The old lady of the Han family let out an earth-shattering scream, and she suddenly passed out from crying.
The women around them gathered around, pinching people and caressing their chests.
Amidst the mournful playing of the piano, the three postmen stood solemnly. The leader of the postmen handed the black clay pot to the old man of the Han family, who burst into tears.
"May I ask, sir, if my son is brave?"
Ask if you are brave? This is an extremely important thing, because if someone has done something good, it must be good.
But in addition to dying bravely in battle, those who died may also have been killed because of constant orders on the battlefield, killed as deserters, died of illness, etc. Therefore, it is necessary to ask clearly before making a final conclusion.
Everyone also looked at the post leader to see how he would answer, because it was not that there were no deserters, there were deserters in the next town. In the end, they were despised by thousands of people, and the whole family moved away overnight.
At this moment, the old lady of the Han family even stopped pinching the person's hand. Han Sanlang was really a coward and a deserter. The person who pinched the person decided to go back and wash his hands with soap to remove the bad luck.
Of course the post leader understood this. He took out a piece of silk from his arms. The silk was densely covered with words.
"This is a letter of condolences written to you by the saint himself."
When I heard it was written by a saint, it was equivalent to an imperial edict! Everyone in the entire ferry knelt down.
The old man of the Han family also placed the urn of Han Sanlang's ashes on a table, and then knelt down.
Li Xiaofeng and others looked at each other and quickly knelt down helplessly.
But at this time, the post leader pulled the old man of the Han family up and said, "The saint said that you don't have to kneel to listen, just stand."
"Han Sanlang of Zhaoling, a native of Qianzhou in Jingzhao Prefecture, joined the army to conquer the rebellion in the first year of Shaoming Dynasty. He fought bravely to kill the enemy without caring about his own life. His blood flowed and the pestle was not rushed. He killed three enemies on the bank of Mengzhu Ze, and he was the first to ascend the Tianchang Wall. .
It's a pity that God didn't help me. I suffered five wounds and no medicine or stone could cure me. I died in the Great Wall. I was ninety-nine years old. I praised him: "Courage!" '
Alas! I have lost my loyal and courageous minister, and you have lost your filial and beloved son. I feel the same sorrow.
Weng Jie is sad and must not be sad. Sanlang's name is compiled in the records of strong men, so that future generations can also look up to him.
I will grant you a pension of 20,000 yuan for the old lady to support you. If you can adopt a son, I will support him. "
Most of the villagers did not understand some of the words, but this was the effect they wanted.
Zhang Zhao wrote a total of two hundred such letters of condolence, which are the treatment only those who are true warriors receive.
For example, Han Sanlang was the first to climb the Great Wall. If he didn't die in battle, he would be a warrior.
The head of the village ran over at this time, stretched out his hand and took the old man of the Han family's hand and said.
"The saint has given you twenty thousand dollars for your couple's retirement. If you can adopt a grandson under Sanlang's name, you can also go to the county office to receive twenty thousand dollars of raising money every month with this silk. The saint will provide for you until you are eighteen. Years old. If the child is good at literature and martial arts, he can still go to school."
The old man of the Han family cried loudly a few more times, and then pulled his younger grandson to the post leader and chief.
"Erlang only has one son, and Dalang has three sons. Let's adopt one and give it to Sanlang."
The chief and the post leader looked at each other and immediately started to go through the adoption procedures.
The half-grown child was holding the urn in a daze. He didn't know his fate, but it began to change from this moment on.
When the woman who was pinching the old lady of the Han family heard that Han Sanlang was a warrior who had even written a letter of condolence in his own handwriting from a saint, and that the compensation alone was worth twenty dollars, she took a deep breath and pinched her violently.
The Han family woman's whole body twitched in pain, her throat rolled, and she woke up leisurely.
At this time, the son of the village leader drove over with a coffin pulled by a donkey cart. The coffin was painted black and looked like top-quality goods. It only made the old people around him shine with envy.
When ordinary people died at this time, it would be nice to use a few thin wooden boards to make a coffin. They couldn't afford such a coffin, which cost thousands of dollars.
"This is something that a certain family plans to use a hundred years later, but Han Sanlang is a warrior of the saints, so he should be allowed to use it first.
All the young and old athletes in the village came to help, and the women and children went to set up the mourning hall and prepare food.
Erlang, go hire a drumming troupe. This is a major event in our Zhaoling village, and we need to do it with flying colors! "
After hearing this, the villagers responded loudly. The village chief took out a piece of linen cloth and spread it on the ground. Everyone threw things into it.
With a few copper coins and a few feet of white cloth, Li Han was also cruel and cut off more than three feet of the brocade that was only half left.
Everyone recommended the village chief to be in charge of wealth, and then the fishermen went to find fresh fish, those who had sheep went to kill the sheep, and those who had money at home came out to make money. The whole village was enveloped in an atmosphere of sadness and pride.
Marquis Yu, the capital of the Shu Kingdom who came with Li Xiaofeng, was stunned for a long time, and finally stopped saying strange things. He looked at Li Xiaofeng and asked with red eyes: "If a certain family dies in battle, the officials will give it to them." Such an honor?"
Li Xiaofeng didn't know how to answer, but his face already gave him the answer.
To grow up with a golden key in his mouth and not even know what the outside world is like, the Meng Guan family has such empathy with the people below.
Absolutely impossible!
Thinking of this, Li Xiaofeng raised his hand and said, "Chief, a certain family is a businessman from Sichuan. A certain family is good at playing the piano and the suona. This gentleman is good at playing the drum. If you don't give up, I would like to help you.
. . . .
Two days later, it was the day of Han Sanlang's funeral, and Zhang Xiaobao happened to be here.
His team has grown larger, with a total of more than thirty people.
These people are all family members who are either sick, old, or too young to travel long distances and cannot go to Tokyo. At this time, they took a long leave and returned to their hometowns.
They happened to meet at the time of Han Sanlang's funeral. Without Zhang Xiaobao's arrangements, more than thirty people immediately put on armor and held swords and guns, preparing to slowly go up the mountain with the funeral procession to where Han Sanlang's tomb was.
None of them disliked that Han Sanlang was just a follower in Guanzhong, far inferior to them pro-soldiers and forbidden soldiers. They all felt sad for losing a brave comrade.
The old man of the Han family, Han Dalang, and Han Erlang also came back. When they saw more than twenty armored officers coming to see their brother off, they were immediately moved.
They brought the adopted son to Han Sanlang, and three generations of their ancestors knelt in front of the coffin, kowtowing to thank everyone one by one.
The sky was slightly bright, and with a sound, drums sounded, and there was a lot of crying.
But then the funeral procession began to sing Qi Yue Wuyi loudly.
Amid the shouts of the whole village's athletes repairing their spears, hundreds of people lifted Han Sanlang's coffin and headed towards the pile of big sycamore trees.
(End of chapter)
