"Brother Xia Xian," Wei Huai stopped in the courtyard of Sihe Academy with a piece of paperwork, "if Wan Heshun gets angry because of this, our reform may be completely wasted. We have to think clearly..."
"Brother Jimin, what we are fighting for is not just a Dianbo official position, it is also about Zhongfang's honor and disgrace. We can tolerate anything, except that we cannot allow him to step on our brother's head!" Xia Yuanlong said.
He acted extremely decisively on this matter and spoke categorically.
Although Wei Huai still had concerns, when he saw Xia Yuanlong leaving no room for anything, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and went straight to Zixintang.
"Everyone should have heard about the death of Deputy Alliance Leader Yang, right?"
When Wei Huai walked into the hall, the Confucian scholars on both sides made way for him.
"Of course I know."
"Then what do you think of him as a person?"
"Mr. Yang is a true gentleman and a true hero!" replied an old Confucian. Everyone nodded unanimously.
"But now he has been dismissed from the official position of the official without any reason... This is a huge insult to him!" Wei Huai angrily threw the memorial in his hand on the square table.
"This is happening! Why does Wan Heshun do this? We must find justice for Mr. Yang!" After everyone said this, they all started making noises.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Xia Yuanlong came over and calmed everyone down. "Don't mess with the order!" he shouted.
"Have you seen this memorial? This is what I, Wei Huai, are preparing to submit to the prince. If anyone wants to fight for Zhong Fang and is not afraid of hardships and dangers, you can all join me and sign the petition!" Wei Huai reached out and grabbed the letter.
The clerk pointed to a few lines of tiny characters on it, which read:
'Nanjing Imperial College offered wine and Wei Huaiggong paid homage to the Prince of Jiankang County. Recently I heard that the Duke of Fu fell ill due to Dian Bu, so he was dismissed from his position so that he could rest in peace and recuperate. Now that Dian Bu is gone, it should be returned to it. However, the Duke of Fu has not been reinstated.
The meaning of his official position is deeply frustrating. The dianxu belongs to a certain official, and if it is not determined for a day, he will not be able to live in prison for a day. Duke Fu Wang will make a decision early and discuss it, so he must not break his trust with the officials and the people.'
"I'll write my name right now!" After reading it, the old Confucian took a pen and added his name to the end of the document.
"Let's write too!" Several more people stood up and signed their names in front of Wei Huai.
Immediately afterwards, everyone started shouting, rushing forward and backward to compete for their names, but no one showed any timidity.
In the end, these names were piled up so densely that they actually took up half of the memorial. Wei Huai looked at the memorial, tears filled his eyes, and he picked it up carefully.
The joint memorial was delivered to the palace by the Imperial Academy. Although Wan Heshun said he did not want to give in, but seeing Wei Huai using such tactics, he had to weigh the pros and cons. This man was very shrewd, so he simply followed his usual "Heshun"
Because of Wei Huai's temperament, he accepted the advice and sent the Ministry of Personnel to recover Yang Huaisheng's official position. Seeing that the people were interested in Wei Huai, he thought of using this to gain a good reputation, so he posthumously awarded him the title of Imperial Supervisor.
People choose tombs for burial according to the specifications of the fourth grade.
When Wei Huai heard about this, he specially called Xia Yuanlong and asked him to visit the cemetery.
Xia Yuanlong then advised: "When Brother Yang is buried, his soul must be laid to rest, and he must die in a proper place. Don't choose arbitrarily. However, in such a big city as Nanjing, it is a waste of time to choose from everywhere. It is better to choose a place by the people.
If you want to make a special trip there, wouldn't it be convenient?"
Wei Huai then clicked his tongue and praised: "This is a good method."
"I wonder where Brother Wei wants to see the land?" Xia Yuanlong asked.
Wei Huai thought for a while, something suddenly touched his mind, and he let out a long sigh.
"It's better to go to Huaiqing Bridge and have a look." He said.
"Huaiqing Bridge..."
They all forgot how long it had been since they had been here. There were still crowds of people on the bridge, and they all hurried past the tea shop. There were a few idle men having tea in the tea shop. When they saw Wei Huai coming, their eyes widened.
Guang: "Mr. Wei! Mr. Wei!"
Wei Huai just smiled and waved to them, then walked to the familiar old table and glanced at the three armchairs surrounding the table. He touched the corner of the table with his hand and slowly wiped off the stain on it with his sleeve.
The dust has just settled.
Xia Yuanlong sat opposite, with a single empty chair. The position was exactly the same as before, and it seemed that it had not been moved.
"This table was specially reserved for Wei Jijiu and Mr. Yang and Mr. Xia. The younger ones have never touched it in all these years. It's a pity..." The shopkeeper came over and sighed softly.
"Do you have a chessboard here? I remember...I forgot it here once." Wei Huai smiled at him and asked.
"Yes, yes!" the store owner became excited. "To tell you the truth, I played a game of chess with the guys in my free time here, so it has always been here! I'm going to get it now."
He turned around and walked to the cabinet, bent down and took out a chessboard from the cabinet, took the chess pieces together and put them on the table.
"I'll let you have a few seeds." Xia Yuanlong spoke calmly, shaking the wooden jar containing the seeds.
"You underestimate me too much! I'm not at Zhong Fang's level!" After Wei Huai said this, he couldn't help but look at the empty chair next to him, as if he felt lost.
A few years later, the two of them were leisurely playing chess on the Huaiqing Bridge again. Dr. Tea was still busy, the idle men were still chatting, and the people gradually gathered, and the breeze blew gently on their faces - but the things were still human.
No.
They came down from the bridge and walked a few miles and found a geomantic treasure land that could be used as a tomb. They then sent someone to draw a picture and submit it to the government as a burial place for Yang Huaisheng. The government sent people to build it according to the sixty-square-meter plan.
According to the specifications of the steps, the grave is dug.
Within ten days, all the work at this place was completed, and only the coffin was waiting to be welcomed.
Wei and Xia walked into Yang Huaisheng's house. They were lined up with people on both sides, all of whom were famous local scholars. They were dressed in mourning clothes and had solemn faces, like two clean white collars.
Everyone gave way, and a heavy sandalwood coffin suddenly appeared in front of Wei Huai's eyes. His sorrow at this time had drifted away like smoke, and the coffin in his eyes carried the hope of reform. Yang Huaisheng lay peacefully in the coffin.
, but he quietly came back to life in the hearts of Wei and Xia.
Wei Huai gently supported the coffin, then shouted solemnly toward the door:
"Send Zhongfang——"
Several people formed a formation and marched slowly like an army. Wei Huai followed the crowd to the door and saw that the people were lined up for miles, and there was no end in sight.
"Send Mr. Yang——"
The crowd also echoed, the shouts were as low as a trumpet, and the momentum was extremely majestic.
Wei Huai glanced at Xia Yuanlong, who just glanced at him. The meaning was simple: this was a long queue formed spontaneously by the people.
Wei Huai walked through several avenues surrounded by the people. People waiting for him could not help but stop and make way for Yang Siye's coffin.
After walking for a long time, everyone's legs and feet became sore.
Only Wei walked forgetfully towards the alley filled with golden light.
"Send Mr. Yang——"
The long shout once again extended straight into the distance.