[Plane] History of the struggle of the lords

Wen Le didn't understand what he was thinking, anyway, after seeing the familiar big ship at the port, it seemed as if a huge hole in his heart had been filled.It seems that there is an element called longing that has infiltrated into the flesh and blood unknowingly. He did not wait for the long-distance merchant ship to return half a month ago. For more than ten days until today, he has sent men from the government office every day. Waiting at the port, compared to the last time I went to sea, for some reason this time, Wen Le always felt that he missed Wen Run even more.

He strode up the ship's ladder, but he couldn't search around on the deck, so he found the passage and began to search in the rooms he passed by one by one.Some of the sailors on the ship recognized him, and hurriedly pointed to the captain's cabin and said, "My lord, that's the other side of Wenda."

"...Oh, thank you." Wen Le rubbed his eyebrows in a daze, nodded at that, and ran quickly in the direction he pointed.

He remembered that the ship was as big as a fart, but this time he ran for a long time without seeing the end, he was really pissed off.

It was so easy to see the shadow of the captain's cabin, and before he ran to him, he was so anxious that he knocked on the door, and everyone in the room looked back at him in surprise.Wen Le glared at Duo Lun out of breath, and told him to go out.

Wen Run had already stood up. Seeing Duo Lun's dingy back, he couldn't help laughing. Wen Le closed the door, leaned against the back of the door, and stared at him without blinking.

"Forgot what he looked like?" Wen Run touched his little beard, and he changed his look again. The two small beards were trimmed very delicately. If he wasn't wearing ancient clothes that looked a bit dirty, he would really be It can be counted as a yuppie style.Wen Le glared at him, and opened his mouth to curse: "Why did you return to the voyage so late?"

"The melting furnace has not been working well, and it took some time to move overseas. I didn't come back so late on purpose." Wen Run approached him step by step, his voice was still as gentle as ever, "I encountered a storm on the way back, and Chuandao I have been sheltering from the wind for a long time in the group, and speeded up all the way back, remember?"

"I'm afraid that the stolen boat will escape and the gold mine will be discovered. It would be a big loss if I set up my own family." Wen Le rolled her eyes, seeing him approaching, she didn't stop him from hugging her, and she was still relentless.

Wen Run wrapped his arms around his waist and took a closer look, tsk-tsk twice: "Sharp teeth."

I always feel that this sex has become different from before... Wen Le couldn't help frowning at that indescribable sense of disobedience, and then noticed the bloodshot eyes in his eyes: "I haven't slept for a few days. ?”

Wen Run yawned: "Two days? Or three days? You can't stop sailing at night if you're going on a journey. There are hidden reefs in some places on the way back, so don't worry about sleeping on your own."

After he finished speaking, he lightly touched Wen Le's mouth, half hugged him, buried his head in his neck and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you worry."

Wen Le pursed his lips awkwardly, raked his hair carelessly with his hands, and cursed softly, "Shut up."

……

"So we ran into pirates again on the road? The ones we brought earlier have already been executed, so why are there any remnants?"

After a good night's sleep, Wen Run talked about what happened to him when he went to sea this time, and said lightly that he wiped out a large pirate team. Wen Le immediately realized that things were not as simple as he said.

Wen Run hugged him, not letting go of his legs, and he was not allowed to break free after buckling up with scissors: "It is said that he came from the Wa country, right? I don't know, but it looks like you, but it's shorter There were a lot of them. Seeing that the visitors were not kind, we didn’t let them approach at all, and they were all blown up, and the pirates who fell into the sea wanted to board the ship, so they were stabbed to death one by one with a spear.”

Seeing how easy it was for him to say it, Wen Le trembled a little, and finally realized what was wrong.After going out to sea this time, although Wen Run still looked meek and tame, she was definitely more than a little bit ruthless.

I'm afraid that meeting the bandits alone won't bring about such a big change in him...

Wen Le hesitated for a moment, but resisted his curiosity and closed his mouth.

Wen Run said: "I said I want to go out to sea with you, and I want to take it with me next time I go out to sea, but can you let go of these things in Fuchun County?"

Wen Le was taken aback: "What's going on? Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Because he was too surprised, he broke away from Wen Run's embrace all of a sudden, and when he supported his chest and looked down, he noticed that Wen Run's expression was slightly different from when he usually faced him, and his eyes were colder and harder.The moment he saw him, Wen Run's expression suddenly softened, first he stretched out his arms to hold Wen Le aside, and then he moved closer and said vaguely: "It's nothing, I used to worry about what would happen locally, but now there is no threat. "

Wen Le frowned and wanted to ask more. He stretched out his hand to cover Wen Le's mouth, and after covering it, he let go and rubbed his lips with his fingers. He stared at Wen Le's mouth condescendingly with his head.

Wen Le broke his hand uncomfortably: "Don't touch your hands..."

"Don't move your hands or feet," Wen Run approached, exhaling lightly in his ear, and said with a smile, "Move your mouth? Can you move your mouth?"

Sensing Wen Run's sudden kiss, Wen Le was startled at first, then speechless. After a while, he began to struggle, and the two brothers immediately got into a mess.

……

The typhoon at the end of October was violent. Although Fuchun County had little impact, there was still a little bit after all. For example, the salt fields in Jianzhou were threatened, and the production at the end of the season would definitely drop sharply.And in this county, if Wen Le hadn't had the foresight to build a dam, the rolling waves wouldn't be fun.

Fuchun County escaped, but Fuzhou Port, where the typhoon landed, was not so lucky.As arable land and residential buildings were washed away, countless people were killed and injured.Such a big event happened just after the new emperor came to power, and I don't know when rumors began to spread among the people, saying that the emperor's ascension to the throne was not a destiny, and that the Dragon King was angry on behalf of the emperor.In addition, the new emperor was obviously in a hurry to rescue the disaster-stricken areas, and less than [-]% of the allocated food went into the mouths of the people. After he realized the problem and executed a group of officials, those hungry refugees They have been forced by the situation to have to leave their homes and leave Fuzhou.A small part of them took their families and started to travel around to commit crimes, and most of the rest defected to relatives in other places with some skills. They were originally from Fuzhou, so they could only take the rescued gold and silver to find shelter everywhere. land.

The emigration of the Dali Dynasty was not so easy. From one city to another, the first thing to do was identity and espionage.Identity documents can only be issued by the government office of the resident's household registration office.The catastrophe in Fuzhou Port could not leave the yamen alone. After the chaos, the yamen in the city of Fuzhou, which was littered with dead bodies, had already become a decoration.Without an identity spy, it is extremely dangerous to want to buy a house in another city and settle down. If you are not familiar with it, it is very likely that you will find a black household when the tax officer comes to inspect the tax and become the throne every year.However, there are only two endings for black households, one is the prison, and the other is the place of origin.

Those who are willing to come out are rarely willing to go back. Instead of buying a house outside and being driven away in a dingy manner, they might as well wait for life in their hometown from the beginning.

The second is the economic problem. Where will they live after they come out?There is no yamen's control in the wilderness, but wolves, tigers and leopards are not just kidding.If it is a safe town to live in, then the cost of the inn is definitely a huge sum. If you don’t stay in the inn and sleep around like a beggar, then the luggage you are carrying will definitely not be safe.

They can only muddle along from one place to another, and then when they encounter an opportunity, they settle down where they can stay, and from then on, they forget where they used to be from generation to generation.Of course, if you step on dog shit and become prosperous, as a rich businessman or a high-ranking official, it is not uncommon for you to return to your hometown.Just less.

Although Fuchun City is separated by hundreds of thousands of miles from Fuzhou, it may not be unrelated.Residents will always meet relatives who want to go to refuge, and the fast-paced ones have already followed the path that can be walked.And many of them didn't realize that they had entered a dead end until they passed through the mountains and entered Fuchun and were tortured by miasma.

The resettlement of these victims is also a big problem.

For Wen Le, the arrival of the disaster victims obviously has more advantages than disadvantages.Fu Chun's mouth is too small, and now he wants to develop anything that cannot be separated from the word "hands", and the victims of the disaster can also use it.Their arrival represented the integration of hard work, but it also greatly increased the uncertainty of this place.

After all, they are outsiders, who have seen the vast sky outside, who knows if they will guard this place wholeheartedly?And when these decisions are gone, can Fu Chun's secret still be kept?

The weather had started to get cold, and when he arrived at the government office, he found that the local tax officials were still waiting in place, so he took a detour and avoided the small door directly.

Mai Lingtong and Dala didn't really rest at home. When Wen Le came, Mai Lingtong was talking to Zheng Ping.As brothers, Zheng Ping and Zheng Rui's personalities are not a little bit different. He doesn't have Zheng Run's innate cleverness.When Wen Le put him beside Lin Yong to replace him, he didn't even figure out what Wen Le's intention was.Fortunately, he has a good brother. After seeing Wen Le's cultivation of him, Zheng Rui gave his brother a lot of advice, which also made Lin Yong squeeze him out from the beginning because of the sense of crisis. Now that his nerves were paralyzed, he began to let Zheng Ping do some small things at ease.

Zheng Ping has a scar on his face, and often twists and turns when he speaks.Seeing Wen Le coming, he became more shy and just greeted him in a low voice, but Mai Lingtong was bold and familiar. He knew the news of Wen Run's return, and when he saw Wen Le's good face, he boldly joked: "My lord looks good today. It is simply radiant, presumably it is the credit of the University of Wenzhou."

Those who said this said those who didn't intend to listen to those who wanted to, Wen Le was extremely awkward, frowned and ignored him, he looked at Zheng Ping: "Why did you come to the government office today?"

Zheng Ping said in a low voice: "The lower officials are here to discuss with Mai Da the whereabouts of those refugees in the medical center."

He always talks like this, and he will never fart when he hits the stick.Wen Le knew his character well, so he had to ask anything he wanted to ask: "Here again? How many are left in the medical center?"

Zheng Ping said sternly: "Yesterday evening, another family was found not far outside the city. Even with them, the hospital is already full of [-] people."

"What about the current situation? How old and how many children?"

"Half of the sixty people have persistent high fever, including four old and twelve young children."

Wen Le wanted to hear him talk about the ratio of men to women, but found that there was nothing left to say, and she was speechless to ask the sky.He simply stretched out his hand, regardless of the previous embarrassment, he greeted Mai Lingtong and said, "I'm exhausted, let's go and have a look together."

Mai Lingtong also felt quite helpless, in fact, he sometimes taught Zheng Ping the art of speaking, but this elm-headed man never got the hang of it.Seeing Wen Le being troubled like this, he felt a little sympathetic. He poked Zheng Ping on the back and said in a low voice, "Ah! That's the temper. He's only in his 40s and still beats a bachelor!"

Zheng Ping couldn't figure it out, seeing Wen Le and Mai Lingtong passing by him and leaving in a hurry, he felt a little aggrieved.How can you make fun of him not being able to marry a wife?It doesn't make sense.

Wen Le noticed the appearance of the disaster victims from the very beginning. He didn't know why they moved so fast, but some time ago he could always see people in ragged clothes lying on the ground on the street. When you arrive at the medical center, treat your body first.In short, whether to stay or not will be discussed later, and Wen Le has no reason to watch the child starve to death in front of his own eyes.Now Fuchun does not lack that little food.

There are only two large-scale medical clinics in Fuchun, one in the county and one in the prefecture.The medical hall in the county is called Miaoshoutang. The hall owner, Dr. Liu, has practiced medicine for generations. He is also kind-hearted. From the beginning, he helped those homeless refugees with small amounts.Later, on behalf of the Yamen, Wen Le came forward to resettle him there. The Yamen paid two cents a month for the wound medicine fee for each mouth, which almost offset the food and medicine.

At the gate, Wen Le saw Doctor Liu leading a few children to watch the scale behind the counter. He knocked on the door and walked in, looked around, nodded and said, "It's clean and tidy, and the environment here is good."

Seeing him, Dr. Liu was a little surprised, and hurried forward to kneel down to salute.Wen Le didn't make him kneel too much, and stretched out his hand to help him up, with a polite attitude: "Take a look at the victims first."

The backyard of the medical center where the victims were placed is not big. Including the shop in front of him, there are only four houses in total. In the middle yard, medicinal herbs and some books are dried in the sun. The side room said: "My lord, the grassroots victims of the disaster are all resettled there. There is a male room and a female room, and the food and accommodation are the same as the grassroots. But now that it is sixty, it is almost too crowded."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door, but did not let Wen Le in, and stopped the outside, saying: "There is a sickness inside, sir, be careful when you get sick."

Wen Le stretched out his head and glanced inside. The outer room was for men, with two floors of big bunks, each bed was covered, and a brazier was burned inside the room to keep warm.There were about twenty men here, some were lying down and some were sitting, and those who were sitting were generally holding tools in their hands to grind medicine powder for Dr. Liu.

Doctor Liu let him take a look, then closed the door gently, and sighed in a low voice: "My lord, according to Caomin's opinion, most of these bodies are useless. It's a pity that those children who came with the car..."

Just as he was talking, there was a violent coughing sound in the room, accompanied by other ill-mannered abuse, Dr. Liu hurriedly asked his assistant to go to the kitchen to get the boiled medicine, and brought it in by himself.

After a long while, he came out, and while taking off the cloth covering his mouth, he shook his head and said, "Oh, how good this is. Such a learned person has such a disease, it's simply God's jealousy..."

Wen Le was already a little unhappy at this time. He stood outside just now, and he heard all the unspeakable abuse inside. These disaster victims left their homes and found Fu Chun. It was a fateful friendship, but now it seems , but most of the mentality has not been reversed.

This kind of situation must not be kept. He came here with hope, thinking of bringing some vitality to Fu Chun, but he did not expect such a result. He always felt that his energy was misplaced, and his worries were useless.

However, Mai Lingtong chatted with Dr. Liu, talking about the one who had the disease: "Mr. Liu is talking about Mr. Wu? Is Mr. Wu so seriously ill?"

"Who is Mr. Wu?" Wen Le asked.

"Your Majesty doesn't know that this Mr. Wu Fuzhou is also a famous property. He runs the largest school in Fuzhou City. It's a pity that a flood washed away all his hard work."

Wen Le raised some interest, Shushu?

"What disease does he have? Did he bring his wife and children with him?"

Dr. Liu and Mai Lingtong looked at each other, with deep pity in their eyes, and talked to him in detail.

It turned out that Mr. Wu's name was Wu Yingcai, and his birth was quite ups and downs.His father was the former magistrate of Fuzhou, but he died early because of the change of dynasty. He was so young that he never experienced the happy life of the second generation of officials.After his father's death, his mother took his Fuzhou natal family to live on financial aid. He is considered to be promising. He studied diligently and became a scholar. Later, he opened a private school and taught several times. protégé.Unexpectedly, just as her reputation became big, it was disturbed by a natural disaster.It's God's will.

Isn't Fu Chun lacking in teaching?There are really not many people who are knowledgeable in this place, the only ones are like Mai Lingtong, and they are all too busy to turn around.Wen Le wanted to open a school early on, but now he couldn't even find his own son's husband.

It's not once or twice that Wei Shi got angry with him because of this matter, but there is no way, the educated one in his family is gentle, and the family is busy going to sea, how can there be time to teach the children to read?Wen Le himself... In modern times, it is quite rare to be able to write traditional characters without barriers. If he is asked to teach children, he will probably be able to teach vernacular that no one knows.Wen Lian... Let alone that!

Besides, Zheng Rui is quite knowledgeable and capable of handling things, but Wen Le is annoyed that he is clever.As far as reading is concerned, the wisdom thinks about it on its own. It doesn't matter if the teacher is stupid, but he is afraid that he will teach a student who only knows how to be clever. That would be a tragedy.

Zheng Rui has always thought that he is quite smart, and those who are smart are easy to be so complacent. If his son is also taught to be like this, then Wen Le will not have the energy to cry.

From this point of view, if there is an honest gentleman, he can teach the written knowledge, and Wen Le can teach the children by precept and example for other things.

If it wasn't for Yong'er being too young, Wen Le would have taken him with him in the office.

Thinking of this, Wen Le gave Mai Lingtong a wink and told him to stay and find out about Mr. Wu's background, and then left first.

……

Son!

He vaguely remembered that he hadn't seen Yong'er for about two months.

He really didn't care about Yong'er, after all, he wasn't his real son psychologically, but after all, he took over the family's body, so he shouldn't treat the family's own child badly.

Besides, Yong'er is white, fat and cute, so he likes it very much.

Because he was seven years old, Webster let the child move to sleep in his own yard alone. When Wen Le came to his place, the child practiced calligraphy in his small study.

Wen Le's arrival was beyond his expectation, Yong'er was stunned for a long time, even the ink from the pen dripped onto the paper, and then hurriedly jumped off the chair to say hello to Wen Le.

Wen Le picked him up and kissed him fiercely for a while, and found that the child was much heavier than he remembered, feeling guilty and relieved at the same time, so she asked him softly, "What is Yonger doing?"

Yong'er supported Wen Le's shoulders, and when he grew up, his eyebrows and eyes looked more and more like Wen Le's, with a small pointed chin.He lost two front teeth, his speech leaked out, and he said, "Uncle taught the three-character scripture to the child, and the child is practicing calligraphy."

Wen Lexin said that this dead Wenrun, he knew that he would come to see his son, but he didn't know to remind him. If he hadn't been stimulated by the opening of the school today, he probably wouldn't be able to find time to see his son.

He glanced at Yong'er's handwriting. Although the writing was a bit jerky, there were traces of imitating gentle handwriting on the edge of the pen.It's not easy for a seven-year-old to do this.

He kissed Yong'er's chubby face, and praised: "Study hard with Uncle, he is more knowledgeable than Abba."——

The author has something to say: Wen Le will definitely have no other children in the future, and Yong'er will be his only son.