...It's just a pity that although my father had already won two yuan in a row, he was still a scholar. He had no power and power, and in the end he could only watch helplessly as his beloved fell into the hands of others." Zhang Wenshan said with a look on his face.
Regretful, he smiled wryly and shook his head.
Lu Heng smiled and saw Zhang Wenshan's face full of nostalgia for the past. After taking a sip of wine, he asked: "What happened next?" Zhang Wenshan leaned on the chair and remembered something, which appeared on his face.
There was a smile on his face: "Later, after I won the first prize, Wang Jianfei, who was already a clergyman at the time, invited me to his home. I once again saw the woman who was already married! But at that time, she was already a wife.
Things are different and people are different.”
"Is it over?" Lu Heng was stunned for a moment and asked with a strange smile.
"It's over!" Zhang Wenshan sighed and said with a wry smile.
Zhang Wenshan sighed with a sigh on his face, immersed in the past years. As he sighed, the atmosphere became a little depressing. The candles in the room were as bright as beans, and the candles were burning, making a crackling sound.
This tiny voice seemed particularly clear in the silent night.
Listening to Zhang Wenshan talking about the good times when he was young, Lu Heng smiled calmly, but he was also a little moved.
After all, everyone has experienced that dreamlike age, and everyone has experienced those innocent and beautiful years when love first blooms.
Back then, when Lu Heng was still an innocent boy of fifteen or sixteen, he had a crush on a girl in his class.
That girl has good academic performance and is pretty, like, well, like Bai Suyan...,
Ahem! What are you thinking about?
Bai Suyan's face, as cold as ice, as holy and beautiful as a snow-capped lotus flower, appeared in his mind, and Lu Heng suddenly woke up. The slight drunkenness was swept away at that time. He raised his head, took a look, and was still sighing.
Zhang Wenshan couldn't help but feel relieved when he found that the old man was still immersed in the good times of the girl he had chased that year.
Oh, fortunately, it was not discovered!
After Lu Heng poured out the wine in the wine cup, he walked to the stove and took off the teapot. After replacing it with tea, he took a sip. He raised his head and glanced at Zhang Wenshan, smiled and said in a very disgraceful way:
"It's so boring. I thought you were drunk and your animal nature was so strong that you did something to that woman!"
Zhang Wenshan: "..."
The rising sun pierced the night, and the morning glow filled half of the sky. The simple and majestic Chengdu Mansion was covered with a layer of golden light.
The city gate creaked open, and merchants from all walks of life and hawkers from the suburbs bustled into the Chengdu mansion with their respective salutes.
On the originally quiet streets, the crowd gradually began to increase. With the cries of vendors, Chengdu, which had slept all night, ushered in another morning in this méngméng fog.
Outside the Zhizhou Mansion Office in the center of the city, the Qianniu Guards had already blocked the streets along the way. They looked at the warriors in black uniforms, standing there majestically, strictly circling the passers-by.
The vendors quickly kept silent and hurried past with their heads lowered.
In this thick fog, some old men wearing Miao costumes hurriedly came from all over the place, rushing towards the Zhizhou government office.
The commoner elder's eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night.
Seeing those black-clothed warriors who were marching three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, the commoner elder felt cautious and panicked. He didn't even dare to express his anger along the way. He kept his head down and followed the warriors leading the way around.
, after passing through an arch, we came to a wide courtyard.
Entering the courtyard, I found many familiar people. Almost all the leaders and elders of each village gathered here. At this time, these people gathered around an old man with a white belt on his waist and white hair, and spoke respectfully to the old man.
What.
After listening for a while, I realized that what the leaders of these villages talked about was almost the same.
It's nothing more than what the Lord Zhizhou had in mind when he called them here.
A group of people gathered there, lowering their heads, muttering and speculating. The sky was falling wildly, the horses and horses were flying freely, and everyone had their own reasons.
When they saw the leader of Heimiao, Bu Yi, walking into the yard, these people stood up, greeted Bu Yi with a smile, and then continued to lower their heads and muttered speculations.
The commoner elder smiled and nodded towards these people. Then he walked straight towards the old man, the leader of Bai Miao Ye Dan!
Bai Miao has the supreme status in the Miao family, and it is also the center of power of the Miao family. Therefore, the first thing Buyi did when he came in was to say hello to Bai Miao's Ye Dantou.
"Elder Ye Dan!" Bu Yi stroked his chest with one hand, bowed respectfully, and saluted the white-bearded old man named Ye Dan.
"Haha, Buyi!" The old man with a white beard laughed loudly, stretched out his hand, patted Buyi on the shoulder, extended his thumb and praised: "You black seedlings have done well in these years!" Buyi blushed a little.
, but he felt a little smug in his heart because he received the praise from Elder Ye Dan. He bent down and saluted Elder Ye Dan, and said humbly, "It's all the ancestors who have guaranteed the appraisal, and commoners dare not take credit!"
But Ye Dantou shook his head and said: "Hey, of course there are ancestors' guarantees. However, your contribution is not small. The holy aunt has already said that she wants you to join the Presbyterian Council!"
Bu Yi felt a thrill in his heart, raised his head, his eyes full of excitement, and asked in disbelief: "Presbyterian Council?" The Presbyterian Council is the highest level of power in the Miao family and has a huge influence on the entire Miao society
It is a powerful organization. The members of the Presbyterian Church are almost all elected by all the Miao people. In the end, it is decided by the holy aunt. Being able to enter the Presbyterian Church is a supreme honor for every Miao people.
However, as soon as he asked this question, he suddenly remembered the word saint aunt that Elder Ye Dan had just said. His heart was shocked, and he looked at Ye Dantou in disbelief, and asked in shock: "The saint aunt is back?
"Seeing Elder Ye Dan nodding, the common man was extremely anxious and wanted to ask about the details.
Just when he was about to speak, the black warrior guarding the door of the main room raised his head and glanced at the rising sun, then opened the door, pointed to the inside of the door, and said to these old men: "The time has come! Everyone, please
Bar!"
In the study, Lu Heng was sitting on a chair, holding a cup of hot tea. While sipping the fragrant tea, he looked at Zhang Wenshan, who was walking in front of him with a cloth behind his back.
At this time, Zhang Wenshan was holding a thick manuscript in his hand, like a child entering school for the first time, carefully reciting the contents above. He opened the manuscript and took a look at it, and found that he did not
After remembering it wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to recite "Oh, it doesn't have to be so grand." He was a little dizzy because of the old man. Lu Heng put down the teacup and said to Zhang Wenshan with a wry smile.
"Oh, it should be, it should be!" Zhang Wenshan turned his head and smiled. Then he continued to recite like this under Lu Heng's speechless eyes.
The manuscript is a plan written by Lu Heng based on the experience of later generations on the participation of ethnic minorities in politics. The main link is for the Miao Elders’ Association to send people to the Zhizhou Prefecture. On weekdays, I encounter some issues involving the Miao people.
When it comes to policies, these Miao people can also speak independently and put forward their own views and opinions.
In this way, it can not only improve the status of the Miao people psychologically, but also reduce resistance in the implementation of some policies involving ethnic issues!
At that time, when Lu Heng was talking about this matter, he thought about it, then he lay on the table with dim candlelight and came up with the plan overnight.
Finally, the two made some modifications to some details in the plan, making this plan on ethnic issues more suitable for this era and this kind of nation.
When it was just completed, Zhang Wenshan, who was impatient, picked up the manuscript, looked through the steps with eyes, and nodded in surprise.
"The merit lies in the present generation, but the benefit lies in the future!"
As Zhang Wenshan walked, he looked at the still-undry plan in his hand, smacked his lips, and admired from the bottom of his heart.
Lu Heng, who had been busy all night, looked a little tired. He took a sip of tea to refresh himself. He looked at Zhang Wenshan and said: "Oh, no matter how good the plan is, it must be implemented in place. Otherwise, no matter how good the plan is,
It’s also a blank piece of paper!”
Zhang Wenshan put the manuscript into his arms as if he had found a treasure. Then, he patted his chest uneasily. After feeling the heavy thing on his chest, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After sitting down, he picked up the already cold tea, raised his head and took a sip, then said with a smile: "Don't worry Yongzheng, I will definitely implement this plan!" Lu Heng smiled,
He raised his head and looked at Zhang Wenshan, whose old face was red with excitement. The silver hair on his head shone slightly in the early morning light, and he couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart.
Oh, this old man is really cute!
Zhang Wenshan took out the three strategies of the Miao family in his arms, looked through it again, took a sip from the tea cup, turned his head, and looked at Lu Heng seriously: "Yong Zheng has this strategy, it is enough
His name will go down in history! However, since Yongzheng has such talent, is he really unwilling to serve the imperial court?" Zhang Wenshan said these words countless times. But every time he mentioned it, Zhang Wenshan still had a feeling in his heart.
Great expectations.
Lu Heng's expression was slightly startled, and he turned around and looked at Zhang Wenshan. Seeing Zhang Wenshan's serious look, he smiled slightly and shook his head slightly.
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. With a calm smile on his face, he said lightly: "I really don't want to get involved in things like politics. Mr. Zhang has this intention, and Lu is deeply touched. But,
Ah!"
Although it was a faint smile, the firm look between his eyebrows remained unwavering.
Just when Zhang Wenshan was about to open his mouth to persuade, Lu Heng smiled slightly and pointed at the three strategies of the Miao family in Zhang Wenshan's arms. He seemed to be joking, but with a firmness that made it difficult to say: "Now
, the Miao family has come up with all three strategies. Mr. Zhang won’t even agree to this request, right?”
At this point, what else can Zhang Wenshan say.
He raised his head and looked at Lu Heng, whose face was still so indifferent. He looked at him deeply, smiled bitterly and sighed: "What a pity!"
Lu Heng smiled, shook his head and said, "It's not a pity. Speaking of which, it's a bit selfish to come up with this plan!"
After Lu Heng put down the tea cup, he smiled alone. He hesitated for a moment and said with some embarrassment: "I want to ask you for a favor!"
"Oh?" Zhang Wenshan was greatly surprised and asked quickly: "What's the favor? Yong Zheng said it's okay!" "I want you to help me find someone!" Lu Heng thought for a while, with a bitter look on his face.