Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 609 But Do Good Deeds
After making meritorious deeds and returning to his hometown, he is proud of his life.

Li Qinzai led the trilogy on the road, and of course, he had to add an uncle who was in the family who loved each other.

I don't get along with my uncle much, this time is the longest time since I met him.

It was super embarrassing to be with him.

The two couldn't talk together at all, Cui Sheng was obviously a good boy, a child brought up by a noble family, his words, deeds and etiquette were impeccable.

The knowledge is profound, and the export is the allusions of sages and sages. He is familiar with the history and has been treasured for thousands of years.

As soon as he left Liangzhou, Cui Sheng became very familiar with the Li family's trilogy.When I was bored on the road, I recounted the stories of the ancient sages in the most straightforward language, and I was fascinated by the songs, and they were full of praise.

Li Qinzai was a little jealous, but there was nothing he could do, because he was uneducated...

If you have the ability to compare linear equations in two variables with me, can you do Newton's three laws?

Going eastward from Liangzhou City and crossing the Great Wall, there is still a desert as far as the eye can see. Occasionally, camels in caravans can be seen leisurely heading south. The camels chew something in their mouths, and the camel bells under their necks are ringing. reverberate.

The boundless and lonely journey makes human beings more and more insignificant, and the world seems to be enlarged into the universe.

Looking at this magnificent and lonely scenery, Li Qinzai couldn't help blurting out: "The desert is solitary, and the long river is setting in the sun. Whenever Xiaoguan rides, he will be protected by Yanran."

After saying that, Cui Sheng, who was riding beside him, suddenly turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of shock.

After Li Qinzai recited it, he suddenly realized, hey, I've been stalwart again?
Seeing Cui Sheng's shocked eyes again, Li Qinzai couldn't help sneering.

Stupid?I can copy poetry.

"Why is uncle looking at me so shocked?" Li Qinzai blinked innocently.

Cui Sheng couldn't help asking: "Did you write the poem just now?"

Li Qinzai said reservedly: "Touching the scene to make me feel emotional, I recited a few lines casually, how about this poem?"

Cui Sheng couldn't see his hypocrisy of pretending to be reserved, so he withdrew his gaze and looked forward, and said indifferently: "It's okay."

Li Qinzai blinked: "Such a vast and majestic scenery, my uncle has a lot of knowledge, so why not write a poem to match this great river and mountain."

Unconvinced, Cui Sheng opened his eyes wide and stared at the scenery in front of him, as if he was trying to compose a poem that would overwhelm Li Qinzai's limelight.

However, it is not so easy to create a peerless poem.

His cheeks were flushed red, his expression ferocious and vigorous, like a middle-aged man who had been constipated for ten days and still refused to admit defeat, fighting against the sky, the earth, and Pi Yanzi.

After a while, Cui Sheng's shoulders suddenly collapsed, and he was subdued by the fight.

"Too much deception..." Cui Sheng murmured sadly and angrily.

Li Qinzai hooked his shoulder affectionately, and said, "Don't be angry, brother-in-law, brother-in-law made a little joke with you. I never do things that make people feel embarrassed, that would be too rude."

Cui Sheng's face paled slightly, and he glanced at him lightly.

Unexpectedly, Li Qinzai changed the subject and said: "Compose poetry, it's too difficult to be a human being. You can't force it if you don't have the inspiration, but the journey is boring, and you always have to find something to do..."

"I have questions like the crazy pool manager, the industry's conscientious contractor A and B, and the perverted old farmer counting chickens and rabbits' feet. I don't know which one I like?"

Cui Sheng's face turned cold, and he immediately gave the horse sitting under him a hard slap, and he was the first to run away.

Li Qinzai shook his head and sighed: "It's fine if you don't have knowledge, and your attitude is not correct. If you are my student, you will at least peel off your skin today..."

For the rest of the journey, Cui Sheng was inexplicably silent. He didn't know whether he was ashamed of his shallowness, or he was still struggling to find inspiration for his poems.

After crossing the Great Wall and turning south, Li Qinzai and his party headed towards Lanzhou.

After walking for three days, the scenery on the road was finally no longer desolate, there were already people along the road, and there were more caravans.

The smile on Li Qinzai's face became more and more obvious.

After all, he is a mundane person. Li Qinzai likes the fireworks in the world, and he likes to see the mediocre world bustling with people, adults arguing, children crying, chickens flying and dogs jumping, and nothing happens.

This is the real world. Only in such an environment can I feel that I am living a solid life. It doesn't matter whether it is important to this world, I just want to be a grain of sand that blends into the world.

Continuing to go south, there are more and more people along the way, which is a bit unusual.

Most of them bring their families with them, and those with a little wealth will even drive an ox cart. The ox cart carries all the belongings, wives, mothers and children. The man rides on the shaft of the cart, waving his whip and humming a tune, full of joy. peaceful.

There are also poor people who simply carry a bundle and hold the child with the other hand, and the mother-in-law covers her face with a black veil and follows behind step by step.

The child was disobedient and noisy, the father slapped his hands across the face, the child grinned loudly, the mother-in-law silently stuffed half a hard-boiled egg into his mouth, and the child immediately smiled.

Li Qinzai looked at all this and sighed: "It's so good, full of vitality, and real in the world."

Liu Asi leaned into his ear and said, "Wu Shaolang, when the Tubo soldiers besieged Shanzhou, we broke the siege of Shanzhou, and the people fled one after another. Later, Tubo was repelled, and the people who fled learned that After hearing the news, they returned to their hometowns one after another, these people are the people who want to return to Shanzhou to rebuild their family business."

"Speaking of which, Wu Shaolang is the benefactor of these people." Liu Ah Si laughed.

Li Qinzai nodded and said: "But do good things, don't ask about the future. Keep a low profile and move forward, don't disturb the people."

Just as the group was about to speed up their journey, a commoner who passed by Li Qinzai's team suddenly saw him. After a glimpse, the commoner pointed at Li Qinzai and said loudly, "It's the emperor's envoy Li Xianbo, it's Li Xianbo!"

The people with their families and children were silent for a moment, and looked sideways at Li Qinzai.

Li Qinzai felt uncomfortable being stared at by everyone, he hastily lowered his head, and ordered his steps to gallop on horseback.

The commoner who recognized Li Qinzai said excitedly: "It's County Uncle Li, that's right, I met County Uncle Li in Shanzhou City!"

With a bang, the people surrounded them one after another. Many people even stopped in front of the horses of Li Qinzai's team, and the team couldn't move an inch.

"It's a great benefactor!"

"The survival of the tens of thousands of people in Shanzhou is entirely entrusted to Uncle Li!"

"Repel the Tubo thieves and protect my life and people. Is Li Xianbo the reincarnation of a merciful Bodhisattva?"

"How can a hero be nameless? He deserves a great gift from the people of Shanzhou!"

The common people surrounded Li Qinzai with tears of gratitude, and then bowed down in unison at the same time.

Li Qinzai hastily helped the people in front of him up, but there were too many people kneeling down, and it was too busy to lift one up and kneel down the other.

Li Qinzai had no choice but to return the salute with a wry smile and said: "You elders don't have to worship me. As a minister of the Son of Heaven, it is his duty to guard the land and protect the people. It would be the same for any courtier in another court. You should go home quickly and rebuild your homeland."

Outside the bustling crowd, Cui Sheng watched all this silently, and finally there was some change in the way he looked at Li Qinzai.

Silently took out a pen and paper, Cui Sheng wrote vigorously on the paper.

The affairs of the emperor, the affairs of the court, and the affairs of the world should all be recorded in Qing History.

Later generations serve as a mirror, as evidence, and as a prospect.

(End of this chapter)