Chapter 199: At the same time, people wandered around the world
Among the exiles, there were some who once loved elegance. Although they had no choice, it was rare for them to come across such elegant scenery on the road. The more difficult the environment, the more likely they were to want to escape from the predicament.
Xie Yuchuan occasionally heard some former talented scholar reciting poems to the snow behind him.
Xie Wuying was convinced.
"Sixth brother, which immortal is so elegant?"
Xie Yuchuan glanced back and said, "It's also a way to comfort yourself."
Xie Wenjie walked silently with his head down.
Xie Wuying looked over, and the latter smiled slightly and said, "I think this person's state of mind is extraordinary, as he was able to observe the snow and compose poetry during his exile. Sixth brother, what do you think?"
Xie Yuchuan just nodded.
Xie Wuying looked at this and that.
Okay, he's just a rough guy.
If there is one, there will be two. Moreover, there are more than one or two educated people in the exile group. One person recites poetry like a fool, and two or three people echo each other, which actually becomes a scene.
Most of the escorting officers were rough men who were often bullied by various nobles. Now that their status had been reversed, they felt proud for some reason. Usually, seeing this group of people embarrassed was just a side dish for their meal and was very interesting.
While we were marching today, I suddenly heard some convicts in the team reciting some sour poems and bad tunes, which made my ears uncomfortable.
It’s annoying when I don’t understand something.
The escorts looked at each other and laughed.
"What the hell, you're a prisoner, a fugitive, and you're still composing poetry on a snowy day?"
"Hahahaha, who said it wasn't true? In this desolate mountain area, can writing poetry help you get an official position? I'm afraid it won't even fill your rumbling stomach!"
"What does he mean?" There were one or two envious officials who did not hesitate to ask.
Good guy, this question hit everyone's funny spot.
The officials laughed out loud, and it was unclear whether they were making fun of a colleague who couldn't read and wrote but still wanted to make progress, or whether they were deliberately mocking the convicts who were trying to amuse themselves in their misery.
"Hey, when did you become so studious? Those scholars are so elegant, but will God give them food if they recite a few poems in rags and with empty stomachs? You're crazy. What does that kind of sour stuff have to do with us men?"
well--
There were a few sighs in the team.
Many people kept their mouths shut, but there was only one person, still wearing his straw sandals.
"I am not troubled, I am not annoyed. My heart is pure and I grow old. I am but a few years old in this stinking skin. I am fearless and free. I live freely."
The man was carrying a bag and holding his wife's hand.
Zhang Dayi was in front, supporting his old mother on the way. When he heard the impromptu works in front, Zhang Hanlin didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, when the people behind him fell silent, some impromptu doggerel poems were heard. Zhang Dayi couldn't help but turn around and ask the people next to him.
"Who is this? How can you say such words while on the road of exile?"
Xie Wenjie was not far from him. Seeing Zhang Dayi asking, he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure."
It was Zhou Chuan, one of the guards at the back, who said, "It seems he's a failed scholar painting in the capital, waiting to be admitted as a Jinshi?"
Zhang Dayi looked as if he suddenly understood, "No wonder."
His tone clearly hinted at something else, which caught Xie Yuchuan's attention.
Zhang Dayi, a man of age and experience, saw the obvious meaning in Xie Yuchuan's eyes at a glance and smiled. "The poem is pretty standard, isn't the talent particularly high, but the artistic conception is quite good. But the last line shows that his state of mind has broken through a bit, and there's some spiritual energy in it."
After a moment's hesitation, he smiled and said, "It's a pity that he was exiled before completing his studies. It's a good thing he didn't go crazy."
Zhang Dayi’s evaluation is not low.
Xie Wenjie and Xie Wuying had also gone to Beijing to wait for the imperial examination next year, but they never expected that they would arrive first.
Now I meet someone who also failed to prepare for the exam and was exiled. I can't help but feel sympathy for him. I feel like I am also a wanderer in the world.
Zhang Dayi glanced over there and said calmly, "Scholars, if you can survive to the place of exile, your life should not be too bad. After all, those who can read and write are a minority, so there will always be a place where your skills can be used."
However, he didn't mean anything else by saying this, he just spoke from his heart.
Xie Yuchuan could also hear it, "Sir, are you and Madam okay with walking? Here are some warm clothes."
Zhang Dayi waved his hands repeatedly upon hearing this, "Alright, alright! Young General, don't worry, this is already good enough."
The Xie family gave a warm body warming, warming the front and back, and the mother felt much more comfortable. Compared with others, he was already very satisfied.
What's more, there is the tonic that Xie Yuchuan sent yesterday.
Zhang Dayi didn't know how to express his gratitude. It was a cold and snowy day today, and the team had to get up early to set off. His old mother was already weak, and it was he who quietly peeled two pieces of candy, which made his mother feel much better. He also said that the glucose was a good medicine for replenishing physical strength.
Not to mention, even his mother privately told him that the tonic given by the Xie family was really good.
If I say too much gratitude, it will become rambling.
Zhang Dayi once again silently kept the Xie family's kindness in his heart.
The team finally reached their destination while enduring the hunger of the prisoners.
As Xie Yuchuan approached his destination, he suddenly heard the voice of the family god again.
"On the way?"
Xie Yuchuan smiled slightly and focused on answering the question from the God of Household:
"Xie Yuchuan: The family spirit is well. Yes, he is on his way."
After saying that, he thought for a moment and said another sentence.
"Xie Yuchuan: We're almost at the rest area."
Tu Huan, who was having breakfast in a coffee shop, saw Xie Yuchuan's reply and smiled.
"What time did you set out on your journey? Have you had breakfast?"
During his exile, Xie Yuchuan was slightly startled when he heard this.
I don’t know if it was his illusion.
I always feel that the voice of the household god is like... eating?
Tu Huan had no idea what Xie Yuchuan was thinking. Usually, only when Xie Yuchuan was concentrating his mind could he send her information.
However, he still answered the questions of the household god seriously.
"Xie Yuchuan: Not yet. We'll eat when we get to the rest area."
Tu Huan took a sip of hot coffee.
"How long will it take you to reach the resting place?"
Xie Yuchuan tilted his head and asked Xie Wuying beside him, "Just now, the escort said how long it would take?"
"Two quarters of an hour, Sixth Brother, what happened?" Xie Wuying asked.
"Nothing."
Xie Yuchuan replied:
"Xie Yuchuan: About two quarters of an hour left."
Tu Huan looked out the window, saw the message and nodded.
"Okay, I got it. Let me know when you've set up camp and I'll bring you some food."
After hearing this, Xie Yuchuan replied "OK".
After Tu Huan had a brief chat with Xie Yuchuan, she also finished her breakfast.
I decided to pick up my car first so that it would be more convenient for her to purchase supplies.
Just as he was pushing the door open, a new message came in, still from Xie Yuchuan.
"Xie Yuchuan: It's snowing in Daliang."
Tu Huan looked up at the sky and saw that it was snowing in H City.
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