Chapter 550 The Dragon Heads Up
The bustling New Year's Eve has finally passed. After the beginning of spring, things in the Prime Minister's Mansion became busy again.
Spring is the beginning of a new year and the season when all things grow. For people in the prime minister's house, they still need to be busy with the accumulated results of the past year. The disaster relief work has not yet been completed. Today, the south and north are still submerged in a blanket of snow. Everything that needs to be done has been done. The rest is still up to the free play of officials in various places.
As the snow gradually melts, the data collected from various places does not make people feel optimistic and happy. But for other people in the prime minister's house, they still put considerable enthusiasm into formulating plans and goals for the new year. After all, this is the attitude of doing practical things. The past has passed, and you will not indulge in introspection and stop doing things.
The recent period of time has been a relatively complicated and stagnant time for Ning Yi. On the one hand, during the New Year and festivals, getting along with family members, visiting each other with Yao Zunian, Ji Kun, Wenren Buer, and everyone in the Wang family, I always smiled a lot while being busy. He is also familiar with various planning and prospects in the Prime Minister's Mansion. At least in terms of various numerical orders, no one in the Prime Minister's Mansion can compare with him. On the other hand, during the pause, he was thinking about the next thing, but he was slightly undecided.
Zhang Jue's death was a heavy blow to everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it was only a heavy blow. They could not empathize with Ning Yi's thoughts, and Ning Yi could not say that he felt that the Wu Dynasty would die, because the logic that formed this result was not enough. In everyone's opinion, now that Zhang Jue is dead, Beidi's investment will become even more critical. No matter what, we still have to hold up the rest - this is the right thing to do. Including Qin Siyuan, after a short period of depression, he returned to his busy official state and did not let his depression affect him too much.
Ning Yi is also uncertain about the outcome of this matter. There are many things that can be done, but for him, what is more troublesome is not this mood. But as a modern person, he has once stood in that position, and his tolerance for certain things and certain stupidities is limited. But the crazy and enterprising idea of "I'd rather think about progress than stop" has become distant to him.
There were different forks in front of him, but he couldn't see clearly yet. In other words, there has not yet been an opportunity or motivation to prompt him to make a decision.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, apart from the day-to-day official affairs, the most exciting thing for everyone is probably the books annotated by Qin Siyuan. The prototype of Neo-Confucianism aroused great interest from Yao Zunian and others. After the monk Jueming came back, he also regarded it as a treasure. For Ning Yi, he could understand that it was indeed a treasure, but his feelings about the book were different from others.
After all, Ning Yi understands the general path of the development of Neo-Confucianism and even many other learnings in the future. Ning Yi has respect in his heart for Qin Siyuan coming up with this set of Neo-Confucianism. If possible, Ning Yi hopes that it can survive and continue to develop in the collision of people's ideas. But Ning Yi has no idea of research. He is not in the mood for academic research. As for the rules and regulations that are derived, Ning Yi himself is too influenced by modern management and many modern liberalisms. Ning Yi is willing to protect it, but if he studies it and promotes it, then he won't have to.
In his mind, there is a certain difference between his expectations for people and society and the expectations of Neo-Confucianism. This difference may not be much different from Neo-Confucianism - all philosophies in the world actually have something in common - even in later generations , Ning Yi believes that the emergence of new social philosophy should also be based on Confucian knowledge such as Neo-Confucianism and Psychology. There can be changes, even great ones, but overthrowing them is pure stupidity.
Because I am not an academic researcher of this kind, and my three views have been stable. In the final analysis, Ning Yi only appreciated this and admired an old man's wisdom in social reflection and exploration, but he did not participate in the extended research.
The opportunity appeared in February of this year. When it appeared, Ning Yi never imagined that such a piece of news would appear in front of him.
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On February 2, the dragon raises its head.
In the capital, the snow is gradually melting, and everything is beginning to sprout. During the recent period, the data compiled from various places on the death toll of a large number of people in disaster areas have made people feel despondent. The number of people who were originally expected to starve to death in the best situation was around 50,000. Excluding those who died of freezing in various places, the number has now exceeded the limit—— Even though the statistics from various places are still vague at this time, this conclusion can still be drawn. Especially on Jinghu South Road after Lin Chuting's death, more than 18,000 victims could be classified as starving to death along this road alone.
However, if we refer to the data of previous famine years and compare the scale and severity of this famine, the entire disaster relief can be said to be unprecedentedly successful. But this success also makes people feel silent.
Wenren Fuji knew that Ning Yi was not in a very good mood recently. He seemed to be thinking about something other than official duties, and sometimes he would appear absent-minded. At first, he thought that the other party's depression was due to the disaster relief, but Ning Yi was very indifferent to the fact that the results of the disaster relief did not reach the ideal state:
"The most ideal result can of course be achieved when everything is in place. After Mr. Lin died, he realized that this matter could not live up to expectations, and...disasters like this This is my first time doing relief work. Although there are data, most of the estimates are taken for granted... In short, I have tried my best."
Ning Yi would say this and put some frustrating things into perspective. The numbers were thrown into the drawer, but the indifference and coldness on his face made it seem like he was having other thoughts. That is to say, on the morning of February 2nd, when he walked through the study room where Ning Yi worked, he saw Ning Yi standing there with his back leaning on the desk. He didn't know what he was thinking. When he passed by after half an hour, Ning Yi was still there. Stand like that, with your back to the door and your hands on the edge of the table. Wenren Buer walked in and said, "Li Heng, what are you thinking about?"
Ning Yi turned back to look at him, his eyes as cautious as a stranger's. It was like looking at something... unrealistic. That look in his eyes was far from friendly. Ning Yi, who knew everyone well, had always been calm, funny and decisive. I had never seen such a look in Ning Yi's eyes. Ning Yi tilted his head and looked at him for a while, stretched out a hand and nodded at him. Then, he gradually showed a smile, grabbed a piece of paper from his hand, and slapped it on the table: "Look at this."
It was a piece of intelligence sent from the north by the Secret Investigation Department. Wenren Buer took it and looked at it. , that is a piece of information about the death of the original Liao general Yelu Dashi. Wenren Buer has already read it: "What's wrong?"
Ning Yi sat on the chair and said nothing, Wenren Buer said Read it again: "I know that Yelu Dashi is also a great man of his generation, but after he left, the people he brought with him After all, I don’t have many hands... This beggar tribe has been rising on the grassland for some time. Uh... Is it possible that Li Heng wants to support this... Bole only weighs * Temujin to compete with the golden man again? It's just an idea..."
Ning Yi looked at him, and after a moment, he laughed. : "It's dangerous to raise tigers... It's enough to raise one tiger... How can I raise this one? Uh, I... I thought of some other things, it's okay. I'll tell you after I think about it. This... give it to me first ”
Wen Renfuer gave him the information: “Is it really okay?”
"It's okay." Ning Yi replied without sincerity. Wenren Buer left the room and after waiting for a while, he heard Ning Yi's voice inside, which seemed to be whispering: "Fuck...how could such a thing happen? ...This is fake, right... Damn, you are kidding...This is too random..."
Wen Renfuer rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and walked away in confusion.
In the room, Ning Yi sat on a chair, looked at the information, then stood it up directly and placed it on the table in front of him. His expression was a little unreal and funny at first, and it felt as if the whole world was a bad joke made by someone. But gradually, his eyes began to become fierce and serious, and his brows gradually furrowed.
The child is only a catty. Temujin!
Genghis Khan......
This is a name that makes people feel a hundred times more ferocious than Wanyan Aguda, and everyone has said that they should support him... In the past history, this name led the Mongols on the grassland to conquer the east and west, and wiped out the entire world. Halfway through the Han Dynasty, the territory of the huge empire reached as far as Europe, which left Europeans with a psychological shadow until the 20th century, when they called Orientals the "Yellow Peril". And this was not the glory of the Chinese from the beginning. For that era, the Mongolian invasion of the Song Dynasty was a clear-cut, upright and devastating invasion, which was more serious than the Japanese invasion of China later. Completely, later generations said that the Mongols have been part of the Chinese nation since ancient times, but it was only after they were assimilated by Confucian culture that everyone found a way to put money on their faces...support...
He stared at that name for a long time - I don't know how long - and the expression on his face gradually became quiet and indifferent. He put his hands on his knees. At a certain moment, his eyes showed the look of a beast again. The bloodthirsty and ferocity he had only felt a moment ago came to him, and the look flashed in his eyes. He reached out to open the drawer, took out a stack of papers on the upper layer of the drawer, tore it up easily, and threw it into the box next to it. Trash in the wooden basket.
Those were some of his recent adjustment plans for Bamboo Records, but... they were too shallow after all.
Standing up, he tapped his fingers slowly on the table a few times, then took a breath and put the information back into the drawer. When he walked out of the door, it was the afternoon sunshine. When he walked out of the yard, someone said hello to him. He smiled and patted the other person's shoulder, but did not stop: "I'm going back first."
< br>Arrived at the side yard of the Prime Minister's Mansion and got on the carriage. When the curtain was lowered, his pensive face was hidden in the darkness.
The convoy left the Prime Minister's Mansion and moved forward. At some point, the motorcade suddenly stopped. On the street, shouts of death suddenly arose. Someone was shouting: "Get rid of the inner demon."
"Kill this demon——"
< br>"Where is he——"
The wind gently opened the curtain, and the confrontation between the assassin and the guards had begun. Ning Yi pondered this somewhat absurd yet serious fact in the carriage, tapping the seat on one side with his fingers. It wasn't until a certain moment that two hooks suddenly hooked onto the opposite car, and with a bang, the car walls and roof were pulled apart. Only when he sat there did he see the scene on the road ahead.
Someone shouted: "Be careful——"
Something was shooting from the front of his field of vision. Ning Yi looked at the light spot and did not dodge. A crossbow bolt shot into the car wall on the side of his head. A big man roared from the front.
This is not the first time that an assassination attempt against Ning Yi broke out in the capital. This time, a group of well-known masters in the world came over. The man who rushed up was the so-called Lingnan One. The domineering Pu Tianweng was coaxed with a punch, and his voice was like a tiger's roar. The reputation of the inner demon spread throughout the green forest during this period, making him dare not take it lightly. In front of him, the scholar with cold eyes had already come forward and hit the door with a powerful punch.
Blood was spilled in the sky, with the sound of broken bones, and the internal strength of Po Liu Dao that was brought to the extreme made a thunder-like explosion. Pu Tianweng's entire body flew backward, falling more than ten feet, and still Keep rolling. In the middle of the fight, the devil with a calm and indifferent expression had already stepped off the carriage and headed towards Pu Tianweng. Someone was running towards him not far away. It was a green forest woman in her forties, chasing cicadas in eight steps. He quickly rushed through the guard's blockade, and the next moment, the demon's left hand was slightly raised to the side. There was a loud bang mixed with flames, and the rolling iron sand rushed straight into her lower abdomen, stopping her whole body in the air and falling, and her flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The demon fired his weapon, but without stopping in his footsteps, he pulled out a strange-looking saber in his right hand. Pu Tianweng got up from the ground and backed up. He swung a steel knife he picked up on the ground and held out two knives towards the opponent, but the opponent almost didn't stop for one step and smashed the opponent's blade away with his domineering sword skills. The knife cut off his wrist, stepped forward and struck him with a third strike on his shoulder, and a fourth strike on his shoulder. There were popping sounds on his forehead, and blood continued to fly out from his chest, lower abdomen, and thighs as he retreated, until he fell to the ground. In his eyes with blood flowing freely, he saw the cold eyes looking down at him, The short gun on his left hand was replaced with a new one, with the muzzle pointing at him, a large circular black hole.
“The disaster relief is almost over, but you guys still won’t stop...”
There was another bang, and something popped like a watermelon.
Zhu Biao came to the side with a spear in hand, a little surprised: "Although...I know you have been around for a while...why do you suddenly seem to be so much more powerful?"
"Thinking of something, I don't have any worries anymore. , of course people are amazing..."
"Really?" Zhu Biao blinked, "You didn't have any scruples before."
"Anyway, I will soon be invincible. It's good for you to know and don't spread rumors..." Ning Yi smiled He got up and then became a little tired, "I want to go home quickly."
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All the way back home, when the carriage entered the yard, the bloody smell on his body had not gone away. Ning Yi stood in the backyard and took a look. There were tables and chairs, houses, trees, and walls in the yard. After thinking for a while, I stepped in. In the side yard, Xiaochan and Ning Xi jumped over. They probably saw the blood stains on his body, and they were a little worried. After checking, she and Ning Xi were both hugged by Ning Yi. This continued for a while, and Xiaochan thought Ning Yi was injured: "Mr. sir, what's wrong with you, what's wrong... let me see..." The child was not used to the bloody smell on his father's body, so he turned his head away and said: "Dad, stinky, stinky..." Ning Yi smiled and put it on his face.
"It's okay." He hugged Xiaochan tighter and let her head rest on his shoulder. After a while, he said: "Xiaochan, do you remember our first time?" When we met... I was hit with a brick. What did I look like when I first woke up?"
"Can't remember clearly? "Yes." Xiaochan replied, and then said, "Actually...my husband was a bit fierce at that time. My uncle...was injured and wanted to go out, and then he was mean to me...I was a little scared."
"Haha." Ning Yi patted her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just... thought of something."
Letting go of the doubtful Xiao Chan and the crying son, Ning Yi walked inside. In the bedroom, Tan'er was writing something at the table. When he saw Ning Yi come in with blood stains on his body, he hurriedly greeted him: "Ms. ..." Before he finished speaking, Ning Yi picked him up, walked inside, and finally pressed him on the bed. Ning Yi lay on her body, startling her: "Mr., what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you..." She thought Ning Yi was injured on the back, so she pulled at him to see. Ning Yi held her face with both hands, stared at it and smiled: "It's okay. Don't move."
"Uh... you... you are injured..."
Four eyes In contrast, Tan'er was still a little panicked, but it gradually turned into confusion. Ning Yi looked at her for a while, then reached out to touch her eyes, nose, and lips, then put his head on her neck and sniffed for a while.
"Ms. sir, what's wrong..." Tan'er asked softly.
"Something happened." Ning Yi was still lying down, "I encountered an assassination on the way back, but that's not the main thing..."
"Those guys, for disaster relief...I heard..."
"No." Ning Yi was silent for a moment, "Hey, Tan'er, if...just this month, I will Yunzhu is here to marry...and Jin'er, you..."< br>
He hesitated, but Tan'er laughed softly, "You have finally made a decision. Everyone has been waiting..." This was her smile pretending to be open-minded, but she had indeed made mental preparations. It’s been a long time, but it’s not too tasty.
"In addition, after things are settled here, I will take the time to go to Luliang Mountain."
Tan'er frowned. After a while, his expression was complicated, and he spoke with difficulty. He hit him with his hand: "You are not afraid... your body will collapse..."
"Hahahaha... That's not the case." Ning Yi laughed for a while and said, "Juan'er, find someone to get me some hot water. I want to wash it... there is blood on my body."
From outside the door, Juan'er who was listening in the corner responded timidly: "Oh." Then she ran away.
Ning Yi sat up, and Tan'er, who had taken off her restraints, was able to straighten her clothes. She looked at Ning Yi doubtfully. She also understood that Ning Yi's character must have encountered something other than the personal relationship between his children, which caused such an abnormality.
Ning Yi thought for a while: "I used to... always be a little reluctant to do long-term things..."
"...Huh?" Tan'er didn't understand.
"That's because I always want to reach a certain level and get away." He sighed, "But now it seems that there are some things where there is no way out. After all...such a ridiculous thing..."
"I, I don't understand."
Ning Yi didn't answer anymore, grabbed her hand and patted it , then patted her again, and smiled at her. The smile had become warm and welcoming: "Anyway, you have to go with me."
Tan'er looked at him: "We... we... They are just husband and wife.”
With doubtful yet caring eyes, some things were settled. At this time, the sun was shining diagonally in from outside the open door, and there was a slight chill unique to spring in the air...
February, the second day of the lunar month.
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Qingming Festival.
Li Pin walked up the hillside outside Taiyuan City and looked at the numerous tombs in the wild and the smoke that was lit when mourning for relatives.
On the edge of another forest, a man named Cheng Zhouhai, wearing a blue robe, knelt down on the grass, facing the direction he chose, and bowing his head to those who died in the famine. Bow three times. Accompanying him was only the chill of spring and no witnesses.
At the dock, Shishi followed the big ship that was unable to return and embarked on its journey. Looking at the city, beach, and pier in the distance, tears flowed from her eyes. In this winter, she felt emotions she had never felt before. The dead people, those...the people they tried their best not to die, but still died, remained on this land.
The next step will be the spring famine. Small-scale famines are still continuing. It will last until the new year's food harvest finally arrives. During this period, people will continue to die one after another, but the snow melts. After the ice subsided, the court continued to provide porridge for disaster relief without any obstacles on the road. The price of food has remained at eighty liang and one stone, no longer rising, but it is still three times the usual price.
She had to go back.
Staying here will only result in helplessness.
She really wanted to go back and tell some people what she had seen.
The wind blew her hair in the boat.
Every year, the wind blows from spring, to summer, to autumn, to winter, over and over again, never stopping. It blows away time, blows away the growth rings, blows the youth to maturity, blows the adults to aging, and then blows the old people who have to leave the seeds of their wisdom, hoping to pass it on to the next generation of children. People live, work, rest, and pass on this earth like this.
It’s a new year again. People are feeling the new year’s singing and dancing in the spring breeze. In the court, groups of people are high-spirited and planning for the future. The north is still in war and unrest. The cessation of war, in the beacon smoke, alternates between the prosperous scorching sun and the ominous afterglow.
This is the spring of the twelfth year of Jinghan in the Wu Dynasty.
The world is at peace.
The fifth episode of The Son-in-Law, "The Feast," is over.
There will be a summary later.
(End of this chapter)