035 [It's not something that spreads all over Jiangxi]
Pang Chunlai lived at the foot of Hanzhu Mountain. There were several shabby thatched huts there. I heard that he paid for them to be built by others.
Meals were taken care of in the private school, and other things were done by myself without even hiring a servant.
I guess I don't take a bath very often because I'm too lazy to boil water. There are no firewood sellers in the countryside, so I have to collect firewood and firewood myself.
Back in the hut, Zhao Han helped with ink research, and Pang Chunlai began to write lace stories.
Zhao Han saw that he could not see clearly no matter how far or near, and he seemed to be presbyopic and myopic, so he couldn't help but ask: "When did you get this eye disease, sir?"
Pang Chunlai's eyes almost touched the paper, and he wrote in a strange posture, mocking himself: "In the forty-seventh year of Wanli, I went with the army to kill the Tatars. Not a single Tatar was killed, and he was almost taken prisoner as a pawn.
The slave fell off a cliff while running away, and his eye was scratched by a branch. His left eye was almost blind, and his right eye could only see near objects."
Zhao Han was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Pang Chunlai suddenly raised his head and asked with a smile: "How old do you think the teacher is?"
"Sixty years old?" Zhao Han guessed.
Pang Chunlai laughed: "Forty-five years old."
This is forty-five years old?
No one doubts you when you say you are seventy years old.
Fei Yinghuan is also in his early forties and looks like he has just passed his thirties. Who would have expected that he is the same age as Master Pang!
Pang Chunlai is now gray-haired, with more white hair and less black hair. He is the only one left in the family who has died. He can only see with his right eye. It is unknown what other crimes he has suffered. No wonder he instigates and induces children to rebel.
He himself did not have the capital to rebel, and he could not fool adults, so he could only slowly train children. He was afraid that Xu Ying was also in the anti-thief training program.
This guy hates both the Tatars and the Ming Dynasty!
Not long after, Pang Chunlai wrote an article. The writing style was similar to a popular novel, and he tried to make it understandable to those who had read the book for several years.
Zhao Han buried his head in reading, then looked at Pang Chunlai, thinking: I was born at the wrong time! If you were born a few hundred years later, you would definitely be a big self-media blogger.
People say that the content of the opening picture is all made up, but Mr. Pang doesn’t even have a picture.
It’s all about ethics!
Alluding to the fact that Mrs. Zhang was childless at the age of forty, she hooked up with her grandnephew and prepared a special birthday gift for her husband in advance.
As for who the grandnephew is?
Anyway, the Zhang family is senior and the Fei family is prosperous. If there are a lot of nephews and grandchildren, the readers can guess as much as they can.
The story of an aunt and her grandnephew having a baby is so thrilling and exciting that it is far more topical than hooking up with a domestic slave, and it is guaranteed to go viral within a few days.
Pang Chunlai said: "Use your left hand to copy a few copies for me."
Writing calligraphy with his right hand is pretty good, but letting Zhao Han write with his left hand is just a waste of time.
After writing only a few words, Pang Chunlai frowned and said, "Stop writing, go and call Fei Ruhe."
Zhao Hanru was pardoned, put down his brush, and ran to the private school to find Fei Ruhe.
Fei Ruhe was confused and brought the book boy Fei Chun over. He stood aside and subconsciously looked at the paper. The rosy article suddenly made him look strange.
Pang Chunlai had already copied six or seven copies and said to Fei Ruhe: "Your master and servant, please post this in prominent places in Hanzhu Academy and private schools."
Fei Ruhe was not stupid. He chuckled and said, "Master, you should find someone else. If my father finds out, he will beat me to death."
"Your father won't beat you," Pang Chunlai said. "Although your family is a branch of the main sect, it is far away from Ehu. It doesn't get much property at the mouth of the river, and it doesn't have many people in Hanzhu Mountain.
If this matter comes to pass, it will be beneficial to your family. It happens that your father is in the mountain and he is the only scholar of this generation. The mountain chief must first consult with him to work together to rectify the academic style of Hanzhu Academy."
"I won't do it." Fei Ruhe still shook his head.
Pang Chunlai began to seduce the children again: "You practice martial arts diligently every day, but when you grow up, you want to be a general?"
Fei Ruhe held his head high and said, "I want to be a great hero?"
"What?" Pang Chunlai thought he heard wrongly.
"I want to be a great hero, do justice for heaven, rob the rich and give to the poor!" Fei Ruhe said his lofty ambition.
Pang Chunlai couldn't help but complain: "Then you have to rob the Fei family first. The Fei family is the richest in Qianshan County. There is no need to rob. When you become the master in the future, you will share all the Fei family's properties and shops in Ehu."
The poor people in the countryside are the real heroes! How can a hypocritical person who only robs others and not himself be considered a hero?"
What he said was so reasonable that Fei Ruhe couldn't refute it and muttered: "If you can't become a great hero, then you can become a great general."
Pang Chunlai was good at seducing people step by step: "To be a general, you can't just practice martial arts. You can't just charge into battle blindly, just like a common man!"
Fei Ruhe asked: "What else should I practice?"
"The Art of War!" Pang Chunlai said.
Fei Ruhe's head suddenly felt as big as a fight: "I also read "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu, and I couldn't finish a chapter without falling asleep. And there are those formation diagrams that make people fight with their eyes."
Pang Chunlai sarcastically said: "There's more to the art of war than just that? Do you know how to set up camp? Do you know how to coordinate food and grass? Do you know how to train and organize an army?"
"I don't know." Fei Ruhe shook his head and said.
Pang Chunlai stroked his beard and said with a sly smile: "I know how to do it, and I will teach you as a teacher."
Fei Ruhe didn't believe it: "Don't coax me, you, an old master, can do this?"
Pang Chunlai patted the table and said, "I am a son of a general in Liaodong. I have fought countless battles with the Tatars. How can I not know those things?"
Fei Ruhe often heard his fourth uncle talking about the war in Liaodong and said disdainfully: "If you Liaodong generals were powerful, you wouldn't have been beaten like that by the Tatars."
"It's none of my business. No matter how good my strategy is, those bastards have to be willing to listen! Even if they listen, they still have to do it. They'll betray their allies and flee from the battlefield!" Pang Chunlai was really angry.
, "I know the art of war and strategy, so I'm asking you if you want to learn it?"
Fei Ruhe tilted his head and thought for a while, then tentatively said: "Can you learn to try? If you can't learn it, I will still practice martial arts as a hero."
"Okay," Pang Chunlai took a photo of the self-media article, "post it everywhere in the academy and spread it quietly at night. Don't let anyone catch you."
Fei Chun picked up Fei Ruhe and ran away, feeling a little excited in his heart. Doing bad things quietly is always so annoying.
Pang Chunlai continued to copy and copied more than ten copies, threw them to Zhao Han and said, "Take them and post them in Henglin and Hekou."
Fei's ancestral home in Henglin is several miles away from Hekou Town, and it would take Zhao Han at least one night to run back and forth. Therefore, Fei Ruhe's master and servants were called in and put in charge of Hanzhu Academy. With few people, it would be too busy.
Zhao Han first went to Fei's ancestral home in Henglin and jogged for five miles. He was so tired that he stuck out his tongue.
It was dark and no one could be seen, but a few dogs barked from time to time.
A lantern was lit at the gate of Fei's ancestral house. Zhao Han first hid in the dark, spread it evenly with rice paste paper, and then rushed over and pasted it on the gate. After pasting it, he ran away, turned around and ran to the side door, pasting one on each side door, and then
Then go to Fei’s Ancestral Hall.
After all this action, it was already midnight.
The cold wind blew across the water of Xinjiang River, making Zhao Han shiver with coldness. He ran along the Xinjiang River and finally arrived at Hekou Town.
The market here is prosperous, and even at night, there are cargo ships loading and unloading.
After crossing the bridge and arriving at the entrance of the town, Zhao Han did not dare to hesitate any longer, fearing that his face would be remembered. He walked to the "Three-person Pavilion" and pasted all the remaining big-character posters on the pillars of the archway.
It's a pity that Fei Hong was so famous during his lifetime. As the youngest number one scholar in the Ming Dynasty, he was so insulted after his death. The memorial archway dedicated to commemorating his position as chief minister was densely covered with pornographic articles, and the content was that his nephew's wife was hooking up with the descendants of the clan...
Not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
The sun gradually rose, the river was filled with mist, and the big-character posters on the archway pillars were soaked by the night dew.
This archway stands alone at the mouth of the river. It is the place with the largest flow of people in Qianshan County. Business travelers from the south to the north gather here, including many merchants from Huguang, South Zhili, Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangdong.
It’s not something that spreads throughout most of Jiangxi, but spreads throughout the whole of Jiangnan!
In the middle of the morning, a businessman from out of town finally came to wander around while the guys were loading the ship. He came to pay homage to the "Three-person Pavilion", but found a lot of paper stuck on the pillars of the archway. When he went over to take a look, he was stunned - ok