Chapter 117 Farewell The flow of water in autumn makes the water cold.
The cool breeze is bleak, on the shore of Sichuan.
The bright moon and sky in Fushui are of the same color, with stars hanging down and shadows hazy.
The legend of the flying pigeon traveled rapidly.
This was originally a method of transmitting urgent military information.
In less than three days, the cabinet's seal of approval had reached the hands of Li Maosen, the governor of central Sichuan.
Li Maosen has been the governor of Shuzhong for more than a year.
Although he has an iron-clad camp and many soldiers, he still has a majesty in this position.
He is still very concerned about the one-third of an acre of land under his rule in Shuzhong.
It is clear that during this period, Shuzhong did a very good job in responding to the severe drought in the southwest and in resettling the refugees.
The entire Shuzhong played an indispensable role in this severe drought.
When the clerk handed over the secret, he first let out a "beep" sound.
This secret came from a very strange place.
Unless it was a major military and national event, it would be impossible to activate the Thousand Miles Communication.
When he opened the secret, he put his heart into it.
The uneasy heart shrank.
Yang Zile, Enzhi this is a signal He immediately thought of Pang Yan, the magistrate of Suizhou, and Li Daoyuan, the magistrate of Hongcheng.
He didn't know who Pang Yan was.
He was an official directly under the capital.
He had come down to do political work.
He couldn't tell when he would return to the capital.
Besides, this person also put a lot of effort into the White Lotus Sect incident.
Then he secretly Recalling Li Daoyuan.
Li Daoyuan, born in the second rank of Jinshi, first served as an official in Jiangyou, and then was promoted to Hongcheng as a county magistrate due to his excellent political performance.
He is a good old man, a late bloomer, and a practical man.
Although he has no obvious party involvement, he is also an all-rounder. generation, and this Yang Zile came from under his rule.
Hongcheng Thinking of this, Li Maosen's mouth opened slightly with a smile.
In just two or three months, two things happened in this place.
The first thing was the Coal Group, and he himself was involved. , the first month's dividend was another thousand taels.
In this year, he was very satisfied that he could easily buy so much money without corruption.
He knew that this matter was led by Li Daoyuan, and it was said that the owner of the largest group was the one in the palace.
The second incident happened at the junction of Hongcheng, Pengxi, and Fujiang in Suizhou.
According to reports, the remnants of the White Lotus Sect were wiped out in one day, and the Laoweng Mountain lair was set on fire for three days.
No one left alive.
There were twists and turns in both incidents, and the initiator was Yang Zile.
The huge amount of gold earned by the coal group has attracted all the gentry in Sichuan to participate, and some small families do not even have the opportunity to participate.
This is a business that will never lose money.
He still remembers what his master said when he smiled and asked him to invest 500 yuan.
Now it seems that Yang Zile may not be simple.
Otherwise, the three elders of the cabinet would not be so highly regarded, and there would be no favor from the Holy One.
Li Maosen did not stay, he immediately sent people to Hongcheng, and in accordance with the cabinet's wishes, Yang Ming was asked to wait at home for the arrival of Enzhi.
Of course, he would also go.
He decided to see Li Daoyuan again.
Hongcheng.
Guanghua Village.
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The sun rises in the sky, and the autumn sun illuminates the entire mountain forest crimson, and the fiery red maple leaves fall from the trees to start its new journey.
The old sounds of the workshops in the village gradually began to sound, and a new day had begun in this beautiful small mountain village.
Yang Ming has already prepared his luggage, which contains new books that Yang Ming asked his father to buy from the county.
Many of the annotations in them were excerpted from the old books of his mentor Li Daoyuan.
These annotations are very useful to him.
After all, they are two books.
A scholar from the imperial examinations published a pen, Compared with his ancient literary skills, which is obviously much better, what's more important is that he must think according to Li Daoyuan's thoughts.
A modern person's thinking is completely different from that of the ancients.
There is no intersection at all.
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Yang Yuan and Yang Shan both gave up the morning recitation.
They came to see Yang Ming off.
Only now did they realize Yang Ming's erudition.
Pinyin saved them a lot of detours.
They could use even words they didn't know.
The pinyin was read aloud, and just yesterday Yang Ming seemed to be talking about a dictionary, which seemed to be a tool for finding words.
Although it felt like rain and fog, it did not hinder their admiration for their third brother.
Lao Niu was put on the frame again, and his two big copper bell-like eyes stared blankly at Yang Ming, who was wearing a brand-new scholar's uniform.
He made mooing sounds from time to time.
When he came in, Yang Ming took him with him as soon as he was free.
It went to play by the river.
Seeing Yang Ming carrying his luggage, it seemed to notice the difference today.
When Yang Ming came over, it became even more enthusiastic, and kept rubbing Yang Ming's waist with its big head.
"Goudan'er," the old man took Yang Ming's hand.
He was shaking a little, and tears were almost flowing out of his eyes: "Goudan'er, you have to come back early when you go to the capital.
No matter whether you do well or not on the exam. , we are all waiting for you."
Yang Ming felt a little sad for a moment.
The old man loved him the most.
He didn't know if he could catch up with Qiu Wei after traveling thousands of miles.
If he couldn't catch up, his trip would be in vain.
He didn't know how to see his family.
My mother, Mrs.
He, also came over.
She hadn't slept last night.
Her two red and swollen eyes were almost fighting, but she still came to Yang Ming: "Brother Ming, I won't give you the luggage."
The dress lady inside has added new stitches for you and sewed two hundred taels of silver notes and broken pieces of silver into your underwear, wrapping them inside your outer coat.
Be careful on the way."
Unknowingly, Yang Ming had shed tears.
He had never felt family affection in the last life, but this life it was so strong.
His uncle, second uncle, and sister all reluctantly said goodbye to him, or took out their savings.
The personal money that came down, or the warm farewells made him speechless.
The unbearable weight of the world This is family affection Yang Laosan did not come, and neither did his father.
The new house and the subsequent business matters must be taken care of by the two father and son.
The old man has asked Yang Ming to bring Yang Laosan more than once.
After all, Yang Laosan is responsible for The guard at the gate across the city can be considered a man who has seen the world.
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In his opinion, it would be much better to have such a person to take care of Yang Ming.
Then Yang Ming did not agree, just because the Yang family needed more manpower.
The time has come, and the morning sun is getting brighter.
Yang Ming's father didn't say a word.
He just drove Lao Huang to the door.
It was time to set off.
Yang Ming didn't like the way he said goodbye.
The unbreakable bond between a family was really an unbearable pain.
"Brother Ming, wait a minute."
The old patriarch tremblingly arrived at the front with the support of several young men in the group.
He held a cane in one hand.
Because he was walking in a hurry, his chest kept rising and falling, and he kept coughing.
"Old uncle, what are you?"
Yang Ming hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.
The old patriarch was Yang Ming's uncle according to his seniority.
Although the Yang family's children had already lived in separate houses, they were relatives after all.
In the clan society of the Ming Dynasty, his majesty was He could even decide the life or death of the clan's children, but here he was, just as Yang Ming was about to leave. s: Today’s chapter is sent, I hope you like it: