Jiayu Village of Red Mansions

Jiayu Village of Red Mansions

Author: Shattered Shadow of the Setting Sun

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The story of a little man reborn as Jia Yucun.

All the poems in this article are original except for quoting the original text of the Red Chamber, and all the praises are self-proclaimed, so please don't take it seriously.

Content tags: A Dream of Red Mansions, Commoner Life, Steady Progress, Past and Present

Search keywords: Protagonist: Jia Yucun┃Supporting roles: Shui Zhan, Yinglian, Lin Daiyu, etc.┃Others: Red Chamber

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First time

In the early morning of September 1931, 9, small counties around Shenyang

"You fucking bastard, the Japanese are already hitting your doorstep! You actually said you want to run away!" Duan Fei tightly grasped the chest of an officer standing straight in front of him, with two stripes on his shoulders, and his eyes cracked.

"It's not an escape, it's a strategic retreat!" The officer's cold face showed no expression.

"What about the people in the city! What about the people holding hoes and trying to defend the city to the death!" After receiving the tip, Duan Fei had already made preparations to live and die with the small town, but these soldiers in military uniform said To "retreat"!

The battle hasn't been fought yet!Why do you say retreat!Duan Fei couldn't believe that the officer who had vowed to fight to the end two days ago, why did he just wake up from a sleep and say "retreat"!For a moment, Duan Fei was stunned in the clean hall of the county command post that had been cleaned up because of the retreat.

Because of the gritted teeth on the officer's face, the muscles in his cheeks were tense and protruded slightly. His sharp eyes swept across the desperate little county magistrate in front of him, and he slowly opened the hand holding his uniform, and looked at the officer. The adjutant next to me said:

"retreat!"

These words fell into Duan Fei's ears, as if they had drained all his hope. He stood there, watching the officers walk out of the command post step by step, and listening to the orderly footsteps of the troops as they retreated, he felt great irony. , smiled lightly, not knowing whether he was laughing at the officer or himself, turned around and picked up the Mauser 1932 submachine gun that the officer kindly left him on the table, and opened the safety...

"Ah!" Duan Feimeng sat up from the bed, looked up to see the beams without the ceiling, the palm-sized room can be seen as far as the eye can see, and there is a written Dou Fang on the desk by the window.Cold sweat drenched his Tsing Yi, Duan Fei was gasping for breath, his eyes were still stained with blood from his dream, his ears seemed to still be filled with the muffled sound of guns piercing through flesh and blood, the sharpness of metal rubbing against the ground when hoes and shovels hit the ground, women and children being pierced by bayonets screaming in despair...

"Dong dong...Mr. Jia, Mr. Sun from Nagato asked someone to bring a message, asking if Mr. Toja's writing of the fighting formula and the script has been completed." Just when Duan Fei was in a daze, a little novice knocked on the door. Knocked on the door, stood at the door and asked.Because Duan Fei turned his back to the door, he couldn't see his pale face.

"Sir?" the little novice called after Duan Fei didn't reply for a while.

"Ah, what?" Duan Fei asked in a daze when he saw the little novice at the door waiting for an answer.

The little novice was a little surprised by Duan Fei's reaction, but he was usually a bit arrogant in his life, so he didn't think much about it, so he repeated the words again.

"En, I got it." Duan Fei said still in a daze, yes, he is no longer the little county magistrate whose home was taken over by the Japanese devils, but the one who went from Huzhou to the capital to seek fame in the Dream of the Red Chamber Jia Yucun is gone.

Came back to his senses, Jia Yucun (will be called Jia Yucun from now on) took a look at the fighting formula written on the case, and chuckled. Fortunately, when he was young, he had learned ancient Chinese calligraphy and painting from his old-fashioned father for several years. With the means to stand up, he rolled up Dou Fang, carefully wrapped it with the banner placed on the side, turned around and went out the door.

Just after the hot summer, and just after noon, it was the scorching sun, and Jia Yucun felt his back was wet with sweat after taking two steps outside the house, and the palms of his hands were gradually sweating. Afraid of staining the rice paper, he had to find a shade After resting, he took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, wiped the sweat from his palms and forehead carefully, and waited for the summer heat on his body to pass before going on his way.

Not far from the shade of the trees resting in Yu Village is the street market where department stores are bought and sold. Clay figurine sellers and the noise of small opera singing can be heard endlessly, but it is quite lively, which is a scene of prosperity and tranquility.Seeing Yucun, he thought that although the small county he ruled before his death in the battle was not as prosperous as this place, it was still generally lively. He was afraid that after the city was broken and locusts were swept away, the Northeast would no longer be as peaceful as it used to be!Thinking of this, Yucun couldn't help showing a sad look on his face.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Shiyin, who was coaxing his little daughter who refused to take a nap to come out to play, saw it.Zhen Shiyin held the little daughter in his arms, frowned and thought for a while, seeing Yucun's calligraphy and painting properly placed on the stone bench next to him, and adding that next year will be the year of the Dabi, he guessed that Yucun must be in embarrassment for money.Thinking in this way, Shi Yin handed his little daughter to the attendants beside him, and walked towards Yucun.

At this time, the cool wind in the shade of the tree blew over the sweaty back, and it was chilly. Yucun suddenly woke up from the daze. Go out, is there any news in the market?"

Shi Yin shook his head and said with a smile: "No, no, there is no news. The little girl just refused to sleep at noon, and kept crying, so I just lured her out to play. Just now, I saw brother Yucun cooling off in the shade of a tree, so I came over to say hello. By the way, invite Brother Jia to enter the small room to rest for a while, recite poems and drink tea, and we can both pass away this eternal day."

When Yucun heard the words, he resigned quickly and said: "Mr. Zhen's kindness is hard to refuse, but Mr. Sun from Changmen asked Wansheng to write a fight and banner, and he is rushing to send it. He will go to Mr. Zhen's house some other day invite."

Zhen Shiyin stroked his beard on the lower fold (sound must, the beard on the chin), thought for a while, and said: "Since that's the case, I won't invite you any more. Only three days later will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. I take the liberty to invite Brother Jia to join me on the journey." , so don’t refuse.”

When Yucun heard the words, he thought that he was alone in this world and that no one would celebrate the festive season with him, so he didn't make any further excuses, and nodded in agreement.

Yucun bid farewell to Zhen Shiyin, and went to Master Sun's house to hand in the calligraphy and painting without mentioning it.

When I came out of Mr. Sun's house, the sun had already slanted slightly, and the half-hanging money in my sleeve was heavy, Yucun sighed, adding the money left by the previous owner of this body, it would be enough for one tael of silver 1 (one tael of silver = one hanging money = one thousand) Wenyue is equal to RMB 1000), so we also know why the "Jiayu Village" who is going to Beijing for the exam is still lingering in the city of Gusu now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

Back at the Gourd Temple, Yucun put the copper coins in the small box on the side of the closet and locked it, and ate a bowl of porridge from the little novice with pickles, wiped the table carefully, and put the bowls and chopsticks in the food basket. Go outside the door, and a little novice will come and collect it later.

After wiping his hands with a damp cloth and drying them with a dry cloth, he carefully took out a copy of "Spring and Autumn" from the bookcase. His father's teachings in the early years made Yucun treat books with enough respect for knowledge.The lower right corner of the dark blue cover of "Spring and Autumn" has some rough edges, and the pages of the book have also turned yellow, but it can be seen that the owner of the book cherishes it.

Brave yourself up and read it carefully by the dim light of the oil lamp. Although the content has long been familiar by heart, you can learn the new by reviewing the past. The imperial examination is not only Jia Yucun's wish, but also Duan Fei's current goal-serving the country and the people , is Duan Fei's long-cherished wish to span life and death from his previous life to this life, and the first step to fulfill this long-cherished wish is the imperial examination!

Second time

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. In the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the rooster sang dawn, Yucun got up and washed his clothes.

It was just after Mao Shi, and the monks in the temple had already started their morning class, and the sound of chanting sutras was heard in Yucun's ears, inexplicably meditating.Outsiders are not polite, and because Yucun lived in another country, he didn't have much thought about celebrating the festival. He wanted to study in the thatched cottage as usual, but because Mr. Zhen next door invited him two days ago, he should have some gifts to give, but he couldn't get it Shy, but guessing that Mr. Zhen is not the person who cares about yellow and white vulgar things, he put his hands behind his hands in front of the window and thought for a while, then spread paper and ink, or dotted or textured, all in one go.When I looked up again, the sun was already setting, and I felt empty for a while, so I washed the brush with some embarrassment, hung it on the rivet of the window lattice, and went to the kitchen to find food.

The monastery’s evening fasting time had not yet arrived. When Yucun arrived, the fasting monk was washing the rice, and the soybean milk was still boiling in the pot, with a layer of attractive bean curd floating in vain.Seeing Yucun coming, the little novice thought that Yucun was painting in his room all day, and the vegetarian food delivered in the morning was not used. Mr. Jia must be hungry at the moment.I thought that this Mr. Jia looked sour and Confucian, and that he would be like the scholar who lived sojourn before. A spoonful of bean curd was left in the pot exuding bean fragrance, and the boiled soy sauce was poured. Because monks do not eat meat, there is no seasoning such as chives and garlic. The white bean curd is accompanied by dark brown and reddish soy sauce. It makes people move their index fingers.

Jia Yucun saw that he hadn't explained the reason, so the fasting monk mixed the bean curd with him, and didn't say much. He just performed the Buddhist ceremony to the fasting monk, took it with both hands and put it on the table beside him, and drank it. He only felt the fragrance of the bean curd. It is smooth and has no beany smell, and the sauce is rich and fragrant. Although Yucun's stomach is empty, his love for food makes him let go of his eagerness, and he sips slowly, taking a while to finish.He took a ladle from the urn beside him, scooped up water, cleaned the large porcelain bowl containing bean curd, and returned it to the monk.Seeing Yucun like this, the vegetarian monk's face softened by three points. Although he didn't smile, he said that if Yucun missed the time of fasting again, he would just come to him again.Yucun thanked him without mentioning it.

After coming out of the kitchen, it was dark and the moon was not yet born. The bell of the temple rang for dinner. Yucun, who had eaten the bean curd, naturally did not go to eat, so he took a walk in the courtyard.The place of the ancient temple is narrow, and you can reach the door without taking two steps.