Chapter 90 Daqian, here I come
The teachers and students of the academy began to run frantically towards the mountain for their lives. All respect for teachers and etiquette and morality were trampled under their feet.
The old teacher and scholar was trampled under the feet of his students. The friendship between classmates eventually became that if you dare to stand in front of me, you will be pushed away. The plaque written by the then Prime Minister is lost. After losing the protective effect, it was thrown to the ground and had been stepped on and cracked.
Some words, some slogans, just shout them yourself. Smart people know not to take them seriously;
But stupid people will brainwash themselves.
When the blade of the knife really cut off,
the dream was broken.
After cutting open the hypocritical beautiful veil,
only then did I see the one hidden underneath. , own, ugly face.
From riding the horse forward,
When the knife fell from his hand,
Zheng Fan kept a very calm posture.
However, when he looked at this group of scholars from Dayan and the proud writers of Dayan, howling and running around like bereaved dogs, Zheng Shoubei's eyes showed a trace of sadness.
Life, if it is predictable, often means boring.
Zheng Fan actually wants to see this group of Dayan Wenhua seeds willing to die in front of the butcher's knife and unite as one. This can also give people a bright feeling and add a lot of meaning.
In the end, I still thought too much.
Oh,
The knife edge dripping with blood was slowly raised forward by Huang Zi,
Zheng Fan said:
" Take them all, and those who dare to resist will be killed without mercy.”
Liang Cheng, who was behind Zheng Fan, repeated the order in Mandarin. In fact, Zheng Fan was also learning Mandarin these days. Mandarin was not difficult to learn, but at this moment, to be on the safe side, Zheng Fan still used Liang Cheng as his translator. .
He was afraid that if his orders were not given clearly, the barbarian soldiers under his command would misunderstand and slaughter the entire academy with knives. That would be fun.
All the barbarian soldiers dismounted, leaving more than 20 people to guard the horses. The rest all rushed into the archway with weapons in hand.
Zheng Fan also got off his horse and, accompanied by Liang Cheng, followed the barbarian soldiers and walked up the steps up the mountain.
In front of him, there lay an old man with torn clothes and bloodstained face. He should be a teacher or a great scholar in the academy. He was knocked over and trampled by his students when they escaped.
At this moment, there is no life left.
Zheng Fan walked around the old man and said with emotion:
“Tell me, it’s okay for young students to think that the world is beautiful and naive. This old guy is so big. At this age, he is really like a dog.”
“My lord, he was the last one to shout.”
“But in the end, he was the first to be trampled to death. .”
"Yes."
Zheng Fan continued to walk up and stopped in front of the plaque.
The plaque has been stepped on and has many cracks, and it is seriously damaged.
Zheng Fan pointed at the plaque on the ground and asked Liang Cheng:
“It should be repairable, right?”
"If you just rub the font, it won't be a big problem."
"Well, at least it is the font of the prime minister of the dynasty. Take it back and rub one and hang it in our Cuiliu Castle; there is no limit to learning, and he is also a Tiger Balm can be hung anywhere."
"Okay, I know. "
Zheng Fan suddenly turned his head, looked at Du Juan who was following him and Liang Cheng, and asked:
"Miss Du, you said that I am a prime minister today. His alma mater was trampled, will he blame me?”
Du Juan first thought about the meaning of the word "alma mater", and then replied:
"The prime minister is always tolerant."
"Look, look, hear. No, Miss Dujuan said that the prime minister will not retaliate against me openly, but will play tricks on me secretly."
"..." Dujuan.
Continuing to walk up, along the way, there are books, scarves, fans and other elegant things scattered everywhere.
"Hey, don't move."
Zheng Fan raised his hand to signal Liang Cheng and Du Juan who were following him to stop.
Then, Zheng Fan bent down and picked up a jade pendant on the steps in front of him, guessing that it should have been dropped by one of the teachers and students who escaped in front.
"Huhu..."
Put it in your hand and blow on the jade pendant.
Zheng Fan turned to Du Juan and asked:
"Miss Du, do you need to hand this over?"
"If Zheng Shoubei likes it, you can take it."
"Thank you."
Holding the jade pendant, Zheng Fan began to walk up.
Qingming Mountain is not high, and the three of them didn't walk long before they saw the school building and dormitories above.
This is the first time Zheng Fan has seen this kind of school building since he came to this world.
At least, in Hutou City, he did not see the existence of the school building.
One of the foundations of clan politics is that clan families have a monopoly on education. Their families have their own clan schools for their own clansmen to study. As for ordinary families, it is really difficult.
The monopoly of education has cut off the promotion paths of most Guizhou leaders. This has also led to the fact that even if this generation of Emperor Yan consciously promotes poor families, it is ultimately difficult to make it successful.
After all, most of the real elites come from the clan, and they are born with the mark of the clan.
In the field outside the school building, hundreds of teachers and students were all kneeling on the ground and were not allowed to stand up.
At first, a middle-aged scribe seemed to want to stand up and shout a few words, "It's an insult to politeness, it's an insult to politeness."
In the end, the barbarian soldiers who didn't understand him hit him with a knife handle. Lost a tooth.
Yesterday, Zheng Fan said in front of the Marquis of Jingnan that barbarians and literati were a match made in heaven, and this was indeed the case.
Most of the teachers and students were here, but there were still some scattered outside. However, the skilled barbarians quickly caught them one by one.
Du Juan took out the list and began to call the names.
"Xue Chugui, Zhao Mingyang."
The names of two people were called, but no one stood up to answer, and they didn't know whether they were inside or not.
“Are these two from the Qian Kingdom?” Zheng Fan asked.
"Yes."
Zheng Fan nodded.
He did not stand next to Du Juan, holding a knife, and then repeatedly questioned and threatened the teachers and students about where they were, and handed them over quickly and wisely.
Because Zheng Fan felt that this scene was too similar to the Japanese torture of the villagers where they worked.
Although he himself felt that he was riding a horse outside the mountain gate to intimidate these scholars and at the same time beheaded a scholar. He was exactly the same as the villain in the old martial arts movies he had seen in his previous life. , but after all, there is still a bottom line.
Therefore, Zheng Fan pointed at a young student in the crowd in front.
Immediately two barbarian soldiers came forward and captured the man.
The young student with pimples on his face was obviously trembling, but when he was pulled in front of Zheng Fan, he held his neck and shouted with a trembling voice:
"I I won’t betray my classmates!”
Then, while looking at the fellow students and teachers in the academy who were being guarded, he secretly looked at Zheng Fan, his calves trembling.
Zheng Fan took out the small iron box from his arms, took out a cigarette from it, turned it upside down, tapped it on the palm of his hand, and then bit it in his mouth.
Took out the fire stick, lit it,
exhaled a puff of smoke leisurely,
then said:
"Don't worry, I didn't plan to ask you. What.”
The student was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the meaning of Zheng Fan's words.
Zheng Fan shook the cigarette ashes,
and said softly at the same time:
“Chop it.”
“Bang!”
One barbarian soldier put his foot on the student's knee and kicked him to the ground, while the other immediately raised his knife.
"I said, I said, I said!!!!!!!!!"
The student immediately shouted.
The two barbarian soldiers hesitated for a moment,
Zheng Fan silently put the cigarette into his mouth again,
After taking a puff,
two wisps of smoke slowly blew out from the nostrils.
The two barbarian soldiers looked at each other, and one of them chopped off the knife in his hand.
"Poof!"
Human head,
Landed again.
Among the detained people, many teachers and students had become incontinent, and a stench soon filled the air.
Du Juan looked at Zheng Fan's behavior and said nothing.
Zheng Fan took another puff of cigarette. This version of the cigarette was a bit harsh on his throat. He couldn't help but cough dryly. At the same time, he reached out and pointed at a middle-aged scribe casually.
Immediately some barbarian soldiers walked over and pulled him out of the crowd.
"I said, I said, I said, I know them, they are in the crowd, in..."
"I hate people who sell their friends for glory the most. Such people deserve to die."
“………” A middle-aged scribe.
Zheng Fan ignored him, but turned his head, looked at Liang Cheng, and asked:
"Leave it to you?"
In order to avoid bad influence, Zheng Fan did not ask Liang Cheng directly: Are you hungry?
Liang Cheng looked at Zheng Fan and responded:
"Is it suitable?"
"Suitable."
"Is it convenient?"
"Convenient."
"Okay, I'll take him to the woods over there and torture him."
Liang Cheng came over, picked up the middle-aged scribe, and dragged him inside Deep in the woods ahead.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
Soon, extremely sad screams came from the forest.
Zheng Fan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with the sole of his boot in an ethical manner.
When he raised his head again and glanced at the people in the academy in front of him, the bodies of these people collectively shrank back.
"Miss Du, continue reading."
Zheng Fan looked at Du Juan.
Du Juan picked up the paperwork,
"Xue Chugui!"
"Wow!"
The other academy teachers and students around a man all looked at him and spontaneously distanced themselves from him.
The man had a look of despair on his face.
Immediately, some barbarian soldiers came forward and captured the guy.
Du Juan continued to roll call,
very efficient.
Zheng Fan took advantage of this moment to walk to a relatively remote pavilion on the west side and began to relax alone.
After a while, Liang Cheng came back and found Zheng Fan in the pavilion.
Zheng Fan pointed at the corner of his mouth, took out a Siniang's handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it to Liang Cheng,
Said:
"Wipe it."
Liang Cheng took the handkerchief, but directly wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, and asked:
"Is there anything else?"
“It’s gone.”
"Yeah."
At this time, there were footsteps outside, and Du Juan also came to the pavilion.
Liang Cheng took a step back and gave space to Zheng Fan and Du Juan.
"Master Zheng, the person has been arrested."
"Really, they are also fools, don't they know how to run away?"
"They probably didn't expect that we could rush up and catch them."
"Yes."
Du Juan looked at Liang Cheng and bowed slightly.
Liang Cheng understood and walked out of the pavilion.
Du Juan looked at Zheng Fan and said:
"Master Zheng, the little girl is very curious. I think Master Zheng will not be unclear about what he did today. How much trouble it will bring to you, Master Zheng, in the future?"
At this moment? With this scene, this feeling, this problem, Zheng Fan suddenly wanted to recite a poem.
But in the end, he still smiled and said:
"Why did Miss Du ask me this question?"
"Why, can't the little girl ask?"
"Is Miss Du asking for herself, or for..."
"Who does Mr. Zheng want the little girl to ask for?"
"Miss Du, you are making things difficult for me."
Du Juan took two steps back and saluted Zheng Fan,
Said:
"The criminal has been captured. Thank you Zheng Shoubei for sending troops to help."
"It's a matter of duty."
"The man was taken away because of his humble position. Zheng Shoubei , Goodbye."
Zheng Fan nodded,
"Miss Du, be careful all the way."
"The same goes for Zheng Shoubei."
Du Juan left,
A horse immediately carried the Mi who had been knocked unconscious earlier. Brother Spy;
A woman, holding a hemp rope in her hand, tied up two prisoners, walking farther and farther under the warm afternoon sun.
Zheng Fan squinted his eyes at the sun.
Behind him, all four hundred barbarian soldiers were mounted and on standby.
The academy is still the same academy, but a few people died today.
Liang Cheng said to Zheng Fan:
“You don’t take anyone in the academy?”
"Why did you take them? If you can't carry them with your shoulders or lift them with your hands, you can't even help with the work when they are taken back to Cuiliu Fort. You have to waste rice and food to feed them."
"But let them go like this, Immediately..."
"The infamy is coming soon, isn't it? They will petition everywhere, write letters to their fellow students, and use all their strength and possibility to pay back the humiliation they suffered today."< br>
Liang Cheng stopped talking.
“A Cheng, you are suitable to lead troops in war.
Why didn't Zuo Jiqian accept this military order?
Why is it that the Jingnan Army has 50,000 troops, but can't allocate a few hundred troops to come here to capture people?
Why is it that the woman named Du Juan only caught two prisoners and left, even though she was clearly hiding the crime of concealing the secret work of Qian Guo? "
Zheng Fan reached out and patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"We are here to take the blame and take the blame. Some people cherish their feathers very much. Someone from below needs to take the blame. ”
"My Lord thinks better than I do."
"But you have to bear the blame. If you can bear the blame, it proves that you are useful. Maybe I will reward you with three liang of sweet dates or something. In order to eat I couldn't care less about this sweet date.
< br>As for the future, since we people came to this world, we have no plans to spend our old age."
Said,
Zheng Fan turned his attention. The archway behind us,
Said:
“Let them live, let them give us publicity, free hype, don’t want it in vain.”
“The Lord is open-minded.”
“No If you know how to flatter, don't force yourself. Your flattery is always the same as yours, too stiff."
"Haha, Lord, shall we go back next?"
"Go back? Riding all the way for three hours just to bully a bunch of corrupt people?"
"Then where are we going?"
"To the place I have always wanted to go. , now that he is ready to be infamy, there is no need to make another big news."
Zheng Fan raised his riding whip,
"Pa"
The horse spread its hooves and started galloping hard. Behind him were Liang Cheng and four hundred barbarian cavalry who were following closely!
…………
The sunset is like blood,
A castle stands quietly under the sunset,
As far as the naked eye can see,
On the east and west sides of the fort, you can see similar fire forts from a distance. If your perspective can continue to rise higher and higher, you can see that there are densely packed fortresses of different sizes scattered on this land.
Not too close,
far away,
Zheng Fan pulled the reins,
the horse under his crotch raised its hoofs and stopped. Stayed in shape.
Behind him, four hundred barbarian cavalry also took up their reins.
Looking at the fortress ahead, Zheng Fan showed a smile:
"Dagan, I'm here..." (End of this chapter)
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