It has not snowed recently, and the weather in Yunyang County has gradually become dry. The New Year is approaching, and the manure collection work in the composting house has been completed one after another. Huaicai dispatched people to turn the manure pile on time according to Fusu's instructions. When the weather is clear, he lifted the roof and let the sun bask the compost pile.

Fusu is in good health. He gets up early and walks through the mountains and forests along the road outside Beicang, and goes straight to the foot of Mount Saga, not far from Beicang.

Saga means high and steep. Saga has five main peaks, connected by mountains, one more dangerous than the other. The locals also call it Wulian Mountain.

Huai Cai went to manage the composting house, and the eunuch who followed Fusu was called Huaide. He looked smart and pleasing. As Fusu stopped at the foot of the slower peak of the mountain, he asked Fusu diligently: "Young Master, are you thirsty?"

"No." Fusu shook his head, looked at the vast mountain in front of him, and described the mountain in his heart.

Huaide shut up tactfully and did not disturb Fusu anymore.

Although Fusu is young, he has more ideas than many people in his heart, so he has no choice but to guess it at will.

Fusu recorded all the surrounding terrain, turned to see Huaide standing aside waiting for the call, and smiled and said, "I heard that this was the place where Huangdi forged a tripod. After the tripod was completed, a dragon drooped his beard to greet him. Now it has become a barren mountain."

Huangdi and Yandi were very different in the hearts of the people. Most countries in the world called themselves descendants. For example, Qu Yuan, the noble of Chu, called himself "the descendant of Emperor Gaoyang". The so-called Emperor Gaoyang refers to Zhuanxu, the grandson of Huangdi. Similarly, the ancestors of Qin also claimed to be descendants of Zhuanxu, in order to show that they naturally ascended the throne.

The world is thin and Fusu cannot continue to practice, but it can also be seen that this place has indeed flourished for a while.

It’s a pity that time is ruthless, and the prosperity of the past is just a passing cloud.

When talking about the topic of Huangdi casting a tripod, Huaide didn't dare to answer, but he was very eye-catching. Seeing that Fusu was not very interested, he immediately said, "Young Master, I have been out for so long, should I go back and use some pastries?"

Fusu nodded: "Okay."

The two of them walked backwards along the way they came, and the guards accompanying each other were not far or near, guarding against accidents.

When the group returned to the outside of the village, they saw a young man wandering outside, scratching his head from time to time, obviously why he was worried.

The young man caught a glimpse of Fusu, ran over immediately, and knelt on the mud path in front of Fusu with a plop: "Young Master!"

Fusu recognized him a little and recognized him. The young man had come to build a composting house for him last time. He made a small mistake and was arrested in prison. At that time, he was almost over and released after his sentence.

Fusu reached out to help the young man up and said strangely: "Have you come out of prison?"

"Yes, I just came out today." The young man felt a little embarrassed, "The young man did something wrong for a moment and would not do it in the future. Young Master, the young man has something to ask for!"

Fusu did not agree at once, but asked first: "What's the matter?"

The young man said, "It's like this. The young man is in the same cell as an old man. His surname is Cheng. He has studied before. I heard that he has also become an official. Mr. Cheng is old and doesn't eat much. He usually gives half of the meal to the young man, and he is very kind. By the way, Mr. Cheng is still writing articles in prison. Although I can't read, I respect him very much."

Fusu listened patiently.

Seeing that Fusu was not impatient at all, the young man boldly told his request: "Mr. Cheng has been sick these days. The young man asked the prison chief to find a doctor for Mr. Cheng, but the prison chief ignored him. Although the young man came out now, he had no money on him. I wonder if the young man could help him find the doctor to see Mr. Cheng. The young man could repay the work for the young man!" He said and knelt down again, and kowtowed to Fusu directly.

Fusu helped him up again and said, "No need to do so, I will let the doctor go to the prison."

Mr. Cheng, Fusu has actually heard of it, but it was too long and he didn't remember it for a while.

Mr. Cheng had a single name, Yizi Miao, who was an official in the court. Later, he angered his father and was imprisoned in Yunyang Prison. This time he was imprisoned for ten years. His father never thought of him, but Cheng Miao was never depressed in prison. He carefully sorted out the words he had seen in the past every day, picked out the three thousand commonly used words that were easiest to learn to give to his father, so as to regain his father's appointment.

Not to mention Mr. Cheng's talent, just looking at his ten years in prison, he knew that he was an amazing person.

When Fusu heard the young man talk about Mr. Cheng, he remembered such a person.

There was nothing to do with him, so Fusu asked Huaide to prepare the car and decided to take Xu Fu, who was with him to another village, to go to Yunyang Prison in person.

The young man was overjoyed when he heard this. Fusu asked him to go home and he would not leave. Instead, he ran along the carriage, wanting to watch the doctor visit with his own eyes.

A conscientious person.

The Yunyang Prison is not far away, and it takes only one stick of incense to ride. Fusu got off the car, took the gilded hand stove handed over by Huaide, and took Xu Fu to the door of the prison.

When the guards of the gate saw Fusu wearing brocade clothes and saw that the guards accompanied him were equipped with swords, they immediately knew Fusu's identity and saluted Fusu in fear and fear.

"No need to be polite," Fusu said slowly, "I heard that Mr. Cheng was sick in the prison, so I brought the imperial physician to show him."

The guard hurriedly said, "How can you get into a dirty place like a prison cell?"

Fusu said with a good temper: "I'll leave in a while."

Fusu insisted on entering the cell, but it was difficult for the guard to stop it. Fortunately, the prison head who came to hear the sound came out and saw Fusu, who was like a fairy child, happily greeted him: "Young Master, who are you looking for?"

Fusu nodded: "I'll look for Mr. Cheng."

The prisoner was obviously very familiar with Mr. Cheng, and hurriedly led Fusu into the city. There were no larger prisons in Xianyang City, and most of the people who committed the crime were sent to Yunyang for detention. Therefore, the prison in Yunyang County is the largest among the counties in the capital. When you walk inside, you don’t feel like a dark and dirty prison like a normal prison.

After a while, the prison head took Fusu to Mr. Cheng's cell.

Since the young man from the same cell just went out today, there was no one in Mr. Cheng's cell, so he was allowed to live in a "single room".

There were quite a few people in other prison cells. When they saw such a child in brocade clothes walking in with the prison head, they couldn't help but look at Fusu. Some people who had gone to build a composting house said to others: "Look, this is our eldest son. I didn't say anything, it's really like it came from heaven!"

Seeing that Fusu was young, the others became bolder and talked about it all over the place—

"He is the son of the king, but he is not from heaven."

"The material of the clothes looks different. One corner of the clothes is enough for our family to eat for a year, right?"

"Why did the eldest son come to prison? Did Zhu Xiaoliuzhen go to ask someone to find a doctor to treat Lao Cheng?"

The sharp-eyed man soon saw the young man following behind, the "Zhu Xiaoliu" they said, and immediately shouted: "Zhu Xiaoliu, you have just gone out and come in again, are you reluctant to part with us?"

The prisoner was so angry that his mind was hurt by their quarrels, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up!" When he realized that Fusu was yelling like this, he hurriedly bowed to Fusu and accused him of, "Young Master, they are all sluts, they always don't follow the rules, and they are clamoring for you."

Fusu didn't care about this, and smiled at the others and walked into the cell where Cheng Miao was.

Cheng Miao was indeed sick, lying on the "grass bed" made of hay, with his eyes closed.

Huaide stood in front of Fusu worriedly, afraid that Cheng Miao would get sick for him. According to him, Fusu shouldn't come in person, what if he gets sick again? However, he is the one who serves Fusu, and it is impossible for Fusu to make a decision, so he can only keep a tight separation between Fusu and Cheng Miao.

Fusu didn't get too close, but asked Xu Fu, who was carrying the medicine box, to come forward to diagnose Cheng Miao's illness.

Xu Fu was experienced and after taking the pulse, he knew that Cheng Miao was only infected with cold and it was very simple to treat. He was unable to drink medicine in time in prison and dragged it to this point. He respectfully informed Fusu about Cheng Miao's situation and prescribed a prescription for Cheng Miao. The prison officer next to him alerted to a yamen runner to get medicine and decoct the medicine.

Xu Fu opened the needle bag and took out the silver needle, and gave Cheng Miao a serious needle.

Fusu originally wanted to chat with Cheng Miao, but he didn't expect that Cheng Miao was so sick that he was drowsy. Although he was disappointed, he was not in a hurry.

After all, he knew that Cheng Miao had been in prison for ten years, but finally ended up being pardoned by his father. He should not have passed away this year. If you really want to talk about it, you will have a long time to go.

Fusu was about to lead the person away, but Xu Fu took a few injections, but Cheng Miao woke up.

Seeing that he was still a little weak, he turned to look at Xu Fu, then looked at Fusu, who was blocked by Huaide, and Cheng Miao immediately wanted to get up and salute.

He had become an official in the court back then, so he naturally recognized what Fusu's dress and the entourage around him meant.

Fusu saw Cheng Miao’s thoughts and immediately waved his hand to let Huaide retreat, and stepped forward and said, “Sir, don’t be too polite.”

Cheng Miao said: "A guilty person should not be allowed to call him a gentleman."

Fusu didn't say anything about this topic. Cheng Miao's sin was decided by his father himself. Without his father's words, others could not say that he was innocent.

In Huaide's eyes, he was eager to speak but stopped, Fusu sat down in the seat that Xu Fu had set aside and said to Cheng Miao: "Sir, take good care of your illness. If you have any needs, ask the guardian to come to the Biezhuang in the south of the city to find me." He had a warm tone and calm manner, not like a six-year-old boy at all.

Originally, Cheng Miao felt that the young people who went to build compost houses had little knowledge, and their description of Fusu was inevitably exaggerated. Now that I saw them in person, I feel that those people did not exaggerate. Their eldest son is indeed not an ordinary child.

Faced with such Fusu, Cheng Miao was unwilling to be too rude, so he struggled to sit up and sit opposite Fusu, and said, "Cheng is a cheap life, and it is really not worth the young master's trip in person."

Fusu smiled in his eyes and said slowly: "I heard that Mr. Husband still often read books in prison. I don't have much to do in recuperating from a village now. I can only read more books on weekdays. I wonder if I can read the manuscript of Mr. Husband?"

Cheng Miao was over fifty years old, but his eyes were not at all turbid. Seeing Fusu looking over, he knew that Fusu had guessed something.

The yamen runners really don’t care much about the lives of these people. They are all guilty people, so it doesn’t matter if they die in prison. However, because he is old and can read the words, his treatment is different from that of other people. He doesn’t have to go to work, and he will ask him to record anything that the prison boss needs to record.

Therefore, if he gets sick, he will still have a way to hire a doctor, but he listens to others' discussions on Fusu and wants to take the opportunity to meet Fusu.

Even Zhu Xiaoliu's words were what he taught Zhu Xiaoliu, with the purpose of seeing if it could arouse Fusu's interest in him.

If we can take the opportunity to present the manuscript to Fusu, it would be even better if we let the king relieve him of his crime through Fusu.

Since his plan had been discovered by Fusu, Cheng Miao did not hesitate much and took out the rolls of bamboo slips he had sorted out from the edge of the grass bed and presented them to Fusu.

In order to make Fusu pay more attention to this manuscript, Cheng Miao also gave a brief introduction: "I have read a lot of books in the past and found that the fonts of each school are complicated and changeable. Because of the long years in prison, I picked out the easy-to-make fonts to integrate them."

Cheng Miao spread out one of the bamboo slips, with lines of neat and clear characters engraved on it. The characters are different from the large seal script popular in Qin. The large seal script strokes are round, but the characters compiled by Cheng Miao are folk remedies. Every stroke is square, which makes people feel refreshed.

More importantly, compared to the complexity and difficulty of writing in the large seal script, these characters are obviously easier to master.

Cheng Miao continued: "Maybe scholars from all walks of life don't like such characters, but the situations of large and small classes in various places are mostly recorded by official teachers. They do not have the conditions to read elegant studies such as "Poetry and Books". Many people even don't know a single big character. It is too difficult to teach official teachers who are proficient in large seal scripts. Therefore, I thought that if I could sort out the characters I usually use and pick out their simplest characters, it would be of great benefit to teaching official teachers to read."

Fusu felt it was reasonable after hearing this.

Although he realized that Cheng Miao wanted to use his plan to leave Yunyang prison, he was not angry, and he did not think that there was anything wrong with Cheng Miao doing this.

If a stubborn scholar who only knows how to study and is determined to be stubborn, he will probably not be able to stand the tragedy and die in prison if he can't wait for him to come.

On the contrary, those who know how to seize opportunities - even create opportunities for themselves, are truly good people in governing the country.

Fusu opened the bamboo slip and carefully read the common words of nearly 3,000 on it, and admired Cheng Miao's knowledge and broad memory. He stood up and bowed to Cheng Miao solemnly, and said seriously: "Mr. wronged, he was ill in prison for a few more days. I will write a letter to report this matter to my father."

Cheng Miao was still confident in what he had sorted out. Therefore, after receiving Fusu's promise, he did not show any joy. Instead, he slightly avoided Fusu's bow and thanked calmly: "Thank you, young master."

Both sides were very satisfied with this conversation, and Fusu personally carried Cheng Miao's bamboo slips and walked out of Yunyang prison.

Seeing Zhu Xiaoliu who came to ask for help, Fusu turned around and asked him: "How many people are there in your family?"

Zhu Xiaoliu said in fear and fear: "Six brothers at home, parents followed my elder brother, and our brothers passed the bill. A few years ago, I had a wife and two children. My wife lost her health when she gave birth to a daughter. The family was poor and could not nourish her. When I was in a hurry, I went to steal other people's things." As he said, he couldn't help but wiped his tears, "My wife didn't blame me. I did something wrong. She was still guarding her two children at home. She didn't talk about her hard work every day, and she squeezed out some money to get food to me from time to time. I won't do bad things again."

Fusu said, "Then you take your wife and children from home, talk to me, the manager of the Zhuangzi, and say, I will keep you in the Zhuangzi to do things."

Zhu Xiaoliu was overjoyed when he heard this. Without waiting for Fusu to stop him, he knelt down and kowtowed him three times.

Fusu held the bamboo slips in his arms, and could only ask Huaide to help him up, and turned himself into a carriage.

The author has something to say: Fusu: I will write to my father!

Ying Zheng: Finally remembering the father of me?

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Note:

Cheng Miao is related to it, from Baidu Encyclopedia, it is said that he created Lishu!
Chapter completed!