I made a rebellion, and I became the emperor of Ming Dynasty through the ages Chapter 11 Why doesn't this face look like someone from the Central Plains?
Chapter 11 Why doesn't this face look like someone from the Central Plains?
The content of the letter seems to be very long, but to put it briefly and comprehensively, it is that Xie Yuan is just an outsider who cannot be promoted, and things like opening an academy should be left to the children of authentic aristocratic families.
In other words, the head of the Xie family wanted to take away the academy with a letter based on the relationship between father and son.
After Xie Yuan read it, he threw the precious rice paper into the stove with an expressionless expression.
The moment the rice paper turned into ashes, the expression on Xie's servant's face turned extremely ugly——
"Si Xiaolang, this is the handwriting of the master of the family, how can you burn it in the furnace!"
Xie Yuan sat back in his seat, took a sip of hot tea, and asked warmly: "Ten years ago, he didn't recognize me as a disciple of the Xie family, so I was just from a humble family, but I don't know - what is his status as a scholar now?
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"The head of the family is your father, so naturally he is here as an elder."
"Oh, the day I was sent to the Huns, he wrote a book and told me that the barbarians in the north are cruel and arrogant. If I return to the Central Plains again, I will definitely be infected with their habits, and I will not be worthy of his father and son."
The servant choked and had to leave angrily.
When the matter was reported, the head of the Xie family was so angry that he also hated himself for being rude.
If you say it too early, you should say it later. Maybe you can still spend an entire academy in vain.
After knowing Xie Yuan's attitude, the head of the Xie family couldn't bring himself to seize the academy, so he had no choice but to give up.
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In the fourteenth year of Tianwu, there was heavy snow outside the pass, and the northern barbarians were short of food. They put aside their grievances among the various tribes and decided to allied forces to go south in large numbers and invade the Jin Dynasty to rob food.
The smoke and horns woke up the drunken soldiers on the Great Wall.
They opened their eyes and looked at the edge of the white wasteland, where a row of black troops were speeding toward the city gate, and their minds went blank for a moment.
Do you want to fight? Of course I have to fight.
But how to fight.
Those military households of the secular military system stayed in various counties to protect the children of the Sima clan, but they were all refugees and war criminals, serving as slaves to the border troops, and they didn't know how to fight at all -
In the past two years, due to serious losses in the national treasury, the number of soldiers guarding the border has been reduced again and again. Now, there are only a few thousand people stationed on the Great Wall. How can we fight against an enemy of more than 100,000 people?
In front of the enemy, no matter how scared the soldiers were, they could only bite the bullet and attack.
The smart ones escaped halfway through the battle, while the upright ones died directly on the battlefield.
Those who escaped claimed defeat and applied to the imperial court for help.
It was a long journey from the border area to Chang'an, and it was already two days before the scouts rushed to deliver the letter to Emperor Tianwu.
As soon as he heard that the New Year had just passed, the barbarians came to grab food. Emperor Tianwu was angry and helpless.
If we send troops now, I am afraid that the distant water cannot save the nearby fire, so it is better to let the nearby prince lead his army to fight.
Thinking of this, he immediately sent the princes of Youzhou and Yongzhou to lead their troops to help.
The princes of various counties received the imperial order, and symbolically sent generals and thousands of soldiers to visit the frontiers, and then returned home.
Are you kidding me? It's too late to protect yourself and take care of the people?
Living in a dream.
On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, the barbarians who had snatched women and food retreated contentedly.
All that is left on the border are the unburned smoke and the fleeing people.
Two days later, a group of carriages appeared on the muddy frontier road.
There was heavy snow in the sky, the road ahead was covered, and there was strong wind, making it difficult for the convoy to move.
Huo Qubing knocked on the car door and spoke at the top of his lungs: "Master, we are about to reach the Great Wall outside Liangzhou, but where do we want to stop?"
"Stop there. Have the people along the way been settled?" Xie Yuan pushed open the wooden door, took a look at the ridiculously heavy flying snow, and couldn't help but frown.
The snow has not stopped since November last year.
I'm afraid that many tenant farmers won't be able to deliver food this year.
"Everything is set up."
"How long does it take to get to the Great Wall outside Liangzhou?"
"Based on the weather, there are probably still three hours left."
"Okay, be careful."
"Here!"
Xie Yuan closed the car door and rubbed his hands.
After knowing that the reinforcements were pretending and leaving the people alone, Xie Yuan immediately took out all the dry food and coal left over from the previous relief to the people, and brought Huo Qubing and a group of retainers to the border.
Ten years ago, he almost starved to death in the barren mountains and forests - he knew that it was uncomfortable to endure hunger and cold.
Before the convoy reached the Great Wall outside Liangzhou, it encountered a group of refugees staying in a dilapidated ancient temple, shivering from the cold.
Xie Yuan ordered his people to take out a hundred kilograms of coal and dry food and distribute them to these people. They were grateful and prepared to travel again after the heavy snow fell.
"Lord, why don't we stay here too? The snow is too heavy and it's really hard to walk." While the dry food was being distributed, Huo Qubing spoke in a low voice.
"Okay, let them have a rest." Xie Yuan nodded and looked at Lu Zhong, who was delivering steamed buns to the refugees.
This time, he originally wanted to keep Lu Zhong in the academy, but he insisted on coming, so he took him with him.
What surprised Xie Yuan was that Lu Zhong, who came from a noble family and was well-off, was actually willing to send food to these common people, and could still endure their sour smell that could not be covered up even in the cold weather.
Isn’t it said that the children of aristocratic families all have mysophobia? Is this false?
A trace of suspicion flashed in Xie Yuan's eyes.
After Lu Zhong delivered a basket of food, he walked to Xie Yuan's side, took a water bag and sat down to rest for a while.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Shaohan, who came from a noble family, would actually send food to the common people." Xie Yuanqing said lightly.
Lu Zhong paused while drinking water.
He plugged the lid and whispered: "We are both sons of China. I have never felt that there is any difference between the children of aristocratic families and the common people."
Xie Yuan raised his eyebrows.
It is rare for a child from an aristocratic family to have such thoughts.
He was about to speak when three or two diners suddenly came in and spoke hurriedly——
"Hot water, get some hot water quickly!"
Xie Yuan and the others brought in a thin, frail, dirty boy with mud on his face, and quickly got up and went over.
"Put him down and check his pulse with me."
In early January, the system sent him a very novel skill reward.
Proficient in medical skills.
Xie Yuan was worried about what to do if he encountered plague and various ancient diseases in the future. The extra medical knowledge and names of various herbal medicines that suddenly came to his mind gave him a reassurance.
At least in the future we will no longer encounter quack doctors who misdiagnose and treat diseases with cicada shells in autumn and morning dew in winter.
"My lord, be careful, he's very hot." A guest reminded him while taking wine to wash his hands.
The young man had fainted. After checking his pulse, Xie Yuan said to Huo Qubing: "I am infected with wind-cold, but it is not an epidemic. Bring him some water and feed him, and I will go to the carriage to look for herbs to treat wind-cold."
"My lord, do you know how to use Qi Huang?" Huo Qubing raised his eyebrows.
"How can you live in troubled times without any skills?" Xie Yuan smiled slightly.
On the pretext of looking for something in the carriage, he took out some herbs given by the system from the space.
After some identification, Xie Yuan picked some and returned to the ancient temple.
By that time, the boy's face had been scrubbed clean.
Xie Yuan took a rough look and frowned slightly.
This face...why doesn't he look like a Central Plains person? This chapter has been completed!