Having read this, he could no longer hold back, and finally threw away the piece of paper as thin as fresh snow, rushed out of the house, and poured out all his doubts in his heart to the wooden sculpture-like figure:
"Li Jiedu, General Li! Li Yanxian!"
"Right? Shanzhou City was defeated! That's where you came from, right?"
"Where's my father? Where's my brother? Where's me?"
"Where are our tens of thousands of Li family soldiers? Are they all dead? Are they gone?"
silence.
Shao Zhou lost all his strength and fell to his knees among the fallen petals on the ground, hugging the man's sleeve and crying bitterly.
Until he felt the man's hand gently patting the top of his head, again and again, with almost no physical warmth, as if there was a piece of ice and snow hidden in his robe.
"yes."
"Everyone in heaven wants to read it. They want more than 50,000 copies. I've been writing day and night for ten years, and I still don't know if it's enough."
"Those people are all soldiers and volunteers I recruited from all over the place. What kind of rogue things have they not done before?
"Burning paper money for them will only make them laugh. It would be more satisfying to tell them 'the army is crossing the river'."
Shao Zhou clearly felt that although the man's tone of voice did not change and was still dull, two drops of cold water clearly fell on his forehead.
4.
The sun and the moon shuttle back and forth, time flies.
When Shao Zhou was 23 years old, he had a daughter. He specially prepared a ceremony to ask Taoist Qinghui to name his daughter. The Taoist still wrote in the Taoist temple every day and rarely asked about worldly affairs. His appearance had not changed, but the white hair on his temples gradually increased.
In fact, Shao Zhou didn't know his age. When he was rescued, he looked to be in his thirties, but in the past few years, he had suffered a lot from old injuries and new illnesses. Although his elegant demeanor was not worn out, he was gradually showing signs of reaching old age.
"Why are you so confused about this?" Taoist Qinghui was slowly grinding a piece of ink in the inkstone pool, coughing constantly - this was the root cause of the disease in his lungs from drowning in the river for a long time. Because of the cough, his hand often had an unsteady grip on the pen, and the speed of writing the paper rolls piled up on the bookshelf in the corner had obviously slowed down a lot.
"The man in Shanzhou City promoted you. You have done well in the past few years, and the position of the chief steward of the government office was given to you. Although he usually doesn't say anything, he always worries about the family affairs of his subordinates. Now that you have a daughter, you named her after an outsider, and he has become petty and is thinking about it."
He held a wolf-hair brush in his hand, moistened the ink in the inkstone, and suddenly laughed again, "If he gets curious again and comes to the temple to see this outsider, do you think I can still live in Shanzhou?"
After Shao Yun returned from the expedition, he naturally knew that his younger brother had made friends with a Taoist priest and was constantly offering him alms. At first, he was worried that his younger brother had never seen the world and might be deceived by the magic of the evil Taoist priest, so he proposed to go to Yangjiao Mountain to pay him a visit. Every time he visited, Taoist Qinghui was either collecting herbs in the mountains or traveling outside, and he could not see his true face ten times out of ten. Shao Yun's temper got angry and he almost kicked the two broken wooden doors. It was not until Shao Zhou showed his brother the paper scrolls that had filled several bookshelves in the Taoist temple that he calmed down. He only told his younger brother that he would also be included in the offerings in the future and never mentioned the matter again.
When Shao Zhou heard him say this, he nodded: "Yes."
But before a moment had passed, he said with a smile: "When I have a son in the future, I will still ask the Taoist priest to teach him calligraphy and martial arts. For example, my family can't write so well. Now the tuition for private schools is so expensive, and the teachers are not as knowledgeable as the Taoist priest..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted: "You're going to blame me for your good idea?"
Shao Zhou smiled and stood up from the table, and bowed to the man opposite him: "Thank you in advance, kid."
Taoist Qinghui had no choice but to say, "Come with me for a walk. It's the rainy season recently, and the paper is damp, so I can't write."
Sure enough, the rain outside was lingering and only wet the ground. The locust flowers and elm seeds that fell to the ground were blue and white, and were dotted with a layer of fine water droplets. Shao Zhou was afraid that Taoist Qinghui would catch a cold and cough at night without anyone to take care of him, so he stood by him and carefully held a paper umbrella for him. They walked slowly to the thatched pavilion on the top of the mountain, and then stopped to watch.
Yangjiao Mountain is located in the north of Shanzhou City. Its steepness is praised in a poem: "A single horn hangs in the air in the Yellow River, and it is suspected to be a flying peak from the Three Gorges. Looking up, the 3,000-foot-high pine trees appear, and looking down, the waves rush down the nine states." From the top of the mountain, you can see the beautiful scenery of Shanzhou, which is surrounded by mountains on four sides and rivers on three sides, and half of the city is covered with trees and half of the city is covered with fields. On the city wall in the distance, you can vaguely see the figures of soldiers patrolling with armor and swords. The big flag that has experienced war and blood is erected at the critical moment. Even if the flag is stained with sad rain and cannot flutter, the four powerful characters "mainstay" have been engraved in the hearts and souls of the residents here, and they have never forgotten them.
The drizzle moistened the flowing light. One of them sat on a rock, the other stood by, both just looking at the hazy and peaceful state between heaven and earth. At the foot of the mountain, an old man drove a plowing ox and shouted as he passed by. There were also herbalists carrying loads coming down the stone path, singing carefree songs on the mountain road, and gradually went away.
"Yesterday, I dreamed of Shao Yun."
"He asked me, 'Since you've been here, have you been to Huaishang? Have you seen Nanyang? Have you visited the Yaoshan Mountain Temple? Have you been to Yuetai in the capital?' I answered, 'None of them.'"
"He was very unhappy and said to me with a stern face, 'Why are you here? Haven't you been here for nothing these years? I don't expect you to go to the capital to meet the gods, but I would be happy if you could travel around the world.'"
Shao Zhou pursed his lips and smiled, "This is indeed my brother's temper."
Before he could continue the conversation, he heard hurried footsteps. Shao Zhou turned around and saw that it was a servant in blue from the government office. The man greeted him hurriedly and said, "The housekeeper asked me to find you. His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin and Shao Jiedu are discussing something. They want you to come over."
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