Infrastructure masters in the red building

When telling Shuangwen about the past, shopkeeper Ren had an apologetic look on his face, obviously he had already guessed the relationship between Shuangwen and the artist surnamed Mei she inquired about.

After the shopkeeper Ren finished speaking, Shuangwen got up, gave a solemn blessing, and left Baigong Workshop in Datong Lane with his head down.When she was leaving, she was in a trance, completely ignoring Li Qingsong who accompanied her to Baigongfang.

"Hey!" Shopkeeper Ren looked at Shuangwen's leaving back, sighed, and said to Li Qingsong: "I think I'd better write a letter to Mr. Jia and tell the story about Miss Shuangwen."

Li Qingsong shook his head: "This matter is Sister Shuangwen's private matter, I think it's better not to tell the third master?"

Shopkeeper Ren and Li Qingsong were already quite familiar, and he was no longer regarded as an outsider. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and knocked on Li Qingsong's head, saying: "You boy, don't be so stupid! You know, that's an attitude Who is the beauty who can't be painted because of Mr. Jia?"

Li Qingsong was dumbfounded...

Shuangwen returned to the Grand View Garden, and went to Qacui Nunnery to sit for a long time.The craftsmen working in the garden joked one after another, saying that Miss Shuangwen, don't really regard this Quicui nunnery as a place of meditation, she is about to realize it.

But she turned a deaf ear to these arguments and just sat silently for two days and two nights.Except for eating, drinking and occasionally touching the pillow, Shuangwen almost always sits in the empty backyard of Quicui’an, facing the “dry mountains and waters” she had previously paved with fine sand and gravel, it seems that even she herself is about to wither , into the samadhi leading to extinction.

She never figured it out:

How could someone have such power of life and death, just one stroke, just because of one stroke, can deprive a painter's life and destroy the happiness of an ordinary girl's life?

If someone else has such power, does she also have the right to seek revenge, to get it back from that person—does she also have the right to those innocent lives lost, so many years of life soaked in blood and tears, and the justice lost here? Get it back?

What is the difference between an ordinary person like her and the high and mighty Ninth Five-Year Lord?

On the second night, Shuangwen couldn't take it any longer, so he went back to Hengwuyuan, fell asleep, and slept for a day and a night.

Others felt relieved, they only said that Miss Shuangwen had already figured it out.

Unexpectedly, on the fourth day, Shuangwen got up suddenly, dressed in the mirror, changed her clothes, went out before noon, and came to the archway in Datong Lane again.There was still a sedan chair waiting here to take her to the small courtyard where Shan Ziye lived.

Hang Dezhou was already waiting for her there, and when he saw her, he immediately asked, "Have you confirmed it?"

Shuangwen nodded and said nothing.

Hang Dezhou sneered: "Women... are all like this, life is comfortable, everything in the past can be ignored, just close the door and live your own little life..."

Before the words were finished, Shuangwen raised his head, staring at Hang Dezhou with a pair of beautiful eyes, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes.

"I want to ask him personally!"

Hang Dezhou was stunned: "Looking for him? You mean... looking for the emperor?!"

Shuangwen nodded.

Hang Dezhou narrowed his eyes, looked at the double text for a while, and suddenly said: "What about after asking? After getting the answer? You know very well in your heart what you can ask, but you just can't get over the hurdle in your heart."

Shuangwen's eyes suddenly became confused again.

"I'm here to tell you—"

Hang Dezhou suddenly took out a pistol from his sleeve and held it up flat.

In the small courtyard of Shanziye, a foraging hen ran in at some point, headed little by little, wandering around the courtyard.Hang Dezhou's pistol suddenly turned to that direction, and only heard a "bang", the hen immediately fell into a pool of blood, kicked his legs and died.

When the pistol rang, Shuangwen's whole body shook, and the sound seemed to wake her up.She opened her eyes and asked Hang Dezhou: "You... who are you?"

Holding the pistol upside down in his hand, Hang Dezhou said indifferently: "People like you."

Like her, someone who has experienced humiliation and endured it for many years, only now began to really try to take revenge.

Shuangwen's upper and lower teeth were trembling constantly: "His Royal Highness, Duke Rong, and my third master Jia...what do they have to do with you?"

Hang Dezhou asked back: "What relationship do they have with you?"

Yes, what does it have to do with the sorrow and hatred of Shuangwen, a humble citizen like Shuangwen, if you come and go, fight and kill?

Shuangwen trembled for a long time before turning his gaze to the lifeless dead chicken on the ground.

"Now this chicken is covered with iron sand, even if it is boiled and eaten, it will have its teeth broken." Hang Dezhou said with a sneer, "Anyone, even Da Luo Jinxian, can't escape the blow of this hand gun."

"If I hand you this pistol and arrange for you to meet the emperor, what will you do?"

Shuangwen was surprised: "Me?"

Hang Dezhou nodded.

Shuangwen hesitated, and she asked herself repeatedly, whether the question she asked herself had been answered after three days—whether she had the right to question, judge...revenge at the cost of taking the lives of others?

Seeing this, Hang Dezhou let out a sinister grin, raised his arm, and pointed the black muzzle of the pistol at the door of Shan Ziye's room.

With Shan Ziye in his hands, Shuangwen couldn't help nodding.

At the same time, Shuangwen nodded extremely firmly.Her voice stopped shaking, and her fear was left behind.

"But I have a condition." Shuangwen said loudly, "If you can really arrange for me to meet the emperor, I will bring this... this thing. But it's up to me to use this thing or not!"

No matter what happens, she should be the one with the choice.

"Otherwise, please give our father and son a happy time now, on the way to Huangquan, so that we can take care of each other!" Shuangwen said loudly.

If she was coerced and ordered to kill the king, then who would she be?What kind of joke has the justice and justice she longed for become?

She was never afraid of death, but she was so afraid of death that it was worthless.

In addition, Shuangwen also determined that now that the other party wants something from her, she and her grandfather will be safe in a short while.

Sure enough, Hang Dezhou laughed again, and praised: "As expected of a person taught by Jia Fang, what he said is really true."

He suddenly came in front of Shuangwen, stretched out his hand, pulled her right shoulder, and dragged Shuangwen into his arms.Shuangwen was shocked and struggled hard, but felt that she had fallen into an iron hoop and could not move at all.

The warm breath from the young man's mouth and nose was right next to Shuangwen's ear, and Shuangwen blushed for a while, but tried to speak loudly: "If you insult me, you will die!"

Hang Dezhou grinned ferociously and said, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in women! I just want to teach you how to appreciate—"

He firmly held up Shuangwen's right hand, and let her fingers hook into the trigger of the pistol.Immediately afterwards, both hands held Shuangwen's right arm, raised it, and pulled the trigger for her, three times in a row.

"Bang, bang, bang—" three consecutive sounds.

Shuangwen only felt that a scream was frozen in his mouth, but he couldn't shout it out.

The iron sand sprayed out from the handgun hit the courtyard wall in front of them like a sieve, full of large and small holes.If he had changed his flesh and blood body, the scene in front of him would be unimaginable.

"Yes, this is what I want to teach you to appreciate, the strength to dominate everything, the feeling of having power... the joy of killing. As long as you try it once, you will be like me, you will know the taste and you will not be able to give up."

Hang Dezhou let go of Shuangwen and said triumphantly behind her.

"The only thing you have to do now is to build Nuanxiangwu as soon as possible."

"After Nuanxiangwu is built, His Majesty the Emperor will come to Xingyuan again. Then you will have the opportunity to inquire about the past in person."

"Before the emperor Xingyuan, I will send someone to deliver the loaded pistol to you. I don't think I need to teach you how to keep it properly."

"...Why Nuanxiangwu?" Facing this strange Hang Dezhou, Shuang Wenman asked suspiciously.

"Naturally, it is because Nuanxiangwu is a very important place for both His Majesty the Emperor and your father."

In the following days, the last two buildings in the Grand View Garden, Nuanxiangwu and Quicui Temple, were built at a flying speed.

Jia Fang came back in the middle of the day, and found Shuangwen in the backyard of Changcui Temple.Shuangwen was sitting in this small courtyard with her knees folded, motionless.

In front of her was a whole piece of dry landscape, a few rocks, and the fine sand and gravel on the ground that had been sorted out with a rake—this was already a world.

Jia Fang also learned bilingualism, and sat cross-legged beside her, looking left and then right.I saw a simple and lonely pile of rocks and fine sand in front of me, which turned out to be a composition with a full sense of rhythm.

The more he looked at it, the more subtle it became, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Shuangwen, you are so amazing! Haven't you realized it?"

At this time, Shuangwen woke up as if awakened from a dream, and realized that her best partner for many years had come to her at this moment.She hurriedly shook her head modestly: "No, I didn't realize it, and I'm still suffering in the cycle of reincarnation. It's only because of Master Jia's good advice that I can build these stones." Shuangwen said with a light smile.

Jia Fang looked at Shuangwen and felt that her mood was quite stable, not as frightening as what Li Qingsong wrote in his letter, so he felt relieved and said to Shuangwen: "Don't work too hard, don't think too much."

"I will fulfill my promise. When the entire Grand View Garden is completed, you will have a free body. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. You can take that kid with you or not..."

When Shuangwen heard Jia Fang mentioning Li Qingsong, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly, showing a smile, and said, "Young Qingsong, how are you these days?"

Hearing Shuangwen's question, Jia Fang couldn't help but worry again, forced a smile and said, "You wouldn't really ask me about Li Qingsong's situation, would you? If it was true, I could only vaguely say Let me tell you, I'm still alive, I haven't heard anything bad..."

He said it humorously, Shuangwen burst out laughing with a "puchi", turned his face to face Jia Fang, and said:

"It was me who made a blunder."

Jia Fang showed concern in his eyes, and said softly: "Shuangwen, you have always been a person with a lot of ideas, but you really don't need to take care of everything by yourself. There are still many people in this world who care about you. May you good..."

"In addition, you should have a degree in everything, don't push yourself too hard... If you need help, just say hello, and someone will come to help you."

These are Jia Fang's inner thoughts. Over the years, he has watched Shuangwen grow up little by little. They are siblings in age, but they are siblings in mentality.Naturally, he didn't want Shuangwen to encounter any unsolvable problems, but once they did, Shuangwen had to solve them by himself.

In this matter, only Shuangwen can help her if she speaks first.

So Jia Fang half-jokingly said: "I heard that you have been sitting here practicing meditation recently, and moss is almost growing on your body."

Shuangwen smiled and said nothing, as if he was about to fall into deep thought again.

"The ancients also have a poem saying that even if there is Tiekan Temple for thousands of years, there must be a steamed bun. But if we can take a long-term view, personal sorrows and joys will eventually be insignificant in the long river of history. However, you are so talented, you need Think about what you want to leave behind so that future generations can benefit.”

Jia Fang spoke in a deep voice, Shuangwen tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "I don't think as far as the third master. But I want to ask, if I can't hold back some questions in my heart, what if I just want to ask?"

"Then ask." Jia Fang replied, "There is no need to suppress yourself."

"Huh?" Shuangwen didn't expect Jia Fang's answer to be so simple.

"But if you get the answer, you need to carefully screen whether the answer really answers your question, and whether there are other factors that affect your judgment. Don't rush to make a decision, give yourself some time... this is yours. Life, so try to seize the opportunity to be able to make choices freely. Come on!"

Jia Fang waved his fist at Shuangwen and made a "come on" gesture.

Shuangwen laughed immediately.To be honest, she never understood what the word "come on" meant. Was it to add fuel to the fire?But Jia Fang always said it happily, and the meaning of the two words can probably be guessed.

She stood up on the ground, moved her numb legs, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Jia, don't worry, I will save everything."

"Recently, everything has been repaired almost everywhere, but the interior decoration is still lacking. Just in time for you to come, let me ask you..."

Shuangwen seemed to have put aside his troubles and doubts, and led Jia Fang to Nuanxiangwu.There, she obtained Jia Fang's consent, and hung the "Ming Concubine Picture" signed by Mei Ruohong from the calligraphy and painting shop in a very conspicuous place in Nuanxiangwu.

Taoyuan Village.

Recently, Cuju competitions in Taoyuan Village have been held very frequently, every three to five times. In addition to the daily league matches of several teams in Yong'an Prefecture, many additional "exhibition games" have been added.One of the "exhibition games" was held at the stadium of Shengli No. [-] Village, and all the "reformed subjects" were specially invited to watch the game as their "welfare".

Now in Shengli No. [-] Village, there are not many transformation objects that are still in the process of "reconstruction".Most of Tonghuan Sanliu and his companions have completed their "reform" period through various channels such as study, labor, and meritorious service.Become an official "village" of the second village.

The "roommates" who were originally in the same dormitory as Tonghuan Sanliu have now parted ways.The youngest one was selected by Mr. Zhang Youshi of Xiaoxiang Academy, and went to the medical school to do odd jobs as a part-time job.The remaining five people are still in Ercun. One has become a professional player and has been fighting around with the Cuju team. The other four are either farming or working in food processing factories, producing various processed foods such as monosodium glutamate, alcohol, and vermicelli. products.

Tonghuan Sanliu is still the technical backbone of the factory, and Shengli No. [-] Village allocated him a small homestead. Others joked that Tonghuan Sanliu would also build a nest to attract phoenixes.

Tonghuan Sanliu's face would turn red at this time, and he murmured: "Who will marry me..."

Just a few years ago, he was the "bandit leader" that everyone in Yong'an Prefecture was talking about.

However, there are still young and lively girls who find excuses to come to Shengli No. [-] Village, or to Yihong Activity Center to take a peek at the "famous" Tonghuan Sanliu, wondering what kind of person can become " Feng Zhen".

I heard that this time it was an "exhibition game", all the reformers went together, rushed to the Cuju field, only to find that the officers and soldiers of Tuntian were also sitting in the field, neatly, and gave up half of the field to them "reformation" Object" sits.

Tonghuan Sanliu sensed that something was wrong, and sat down tremblingly.

Sure enough, the two Cuju teams in charge of the "Exhibition Match" did not show up, but the First Prince walked in front of everyone.

The eldest prince never used "loud voice", and his rich voice could make the eardrums of the people sitting in the front row buzz.

"Everyone, please rest assured that we will do what we say, and there will be an exhibition match. The cuju boys will work hard, let you watch it all!"

"But before that, I have something to say to you."

"We received a report from the spies that Nanzhong Prefecture is determined to be rebellious. The Pingnan Camp will march out to fight against the enemy in the near future, including the two troops stationed here."

I don't know if the eldest prince has communicated with the officers and soldiers before. When the "reform subjects" were amazed, the officers and soldiers sat obediently in the auditorium one by one, with their hands on their laps, motionless.

"What? Rebellion in South Zhongzhou? Then...Will Yong'an Prefecture also be in chaos?" a companion beside Tonghuan Sanliu hurriedly asked.

Tonghuan Sanliu also felt that his heart was suddenly lifted up—he took root here with great difficulty, someone recognized him, and someone let him have a permanent property... In the past, a poor boy like him was a I didn't even dare to think about it.

"South Zhongzhou is far from us, Yongping Prefecture should be separated. It may not be possible to fight." Someone also comforted.

A general next to the First Prince spoke and said in a cold voice, "Silence!"

The Shangguan hadn't finished speaking, so how could they interrupt the discussion at will?

In an instant, the entire Cuju field fell silent, and everyone sat upright, listening to the First Prince's orders.

The eldest prince nodded slightly in satisfaction, and added: "The rebels in Nanzhong Prefecture brought in elephant soldiers from Nanyi!"

Tonghuan Sanliu didn't dare to make a sound, but he tightly grasped the top of his pair of trousers with both hands—they were made of woven fabric produced by "Jinhua" in Taoyuan Village, which is wear-resistant and easy to take care of. Tonghuan Sanliu cherishes it very much.

But at this moment, he tightly clenched the top of his trousers with both hands, it seemed that only in this way could he vent the anger in his heart a little.

What kind of person is this, who actually attracted the Nanyi elephant soldiers to deal with his own people? ——It is tolerable or unbearable.

"My king invited all of you here today, just to ask you a question." The eldest prince suddenly raised his voice, "The officers and soldiers of the Pingnan camp, you shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the land, and you are duty-bound. Would you like to make the people in the south laugh again? You are useless?!"

At the seat where the officers and soldiers were sitting, they all answered in one word: "No!"

The sound gushed out like a torrent, but it was extremely simple. It seemed that the officers and soldiers in the village had only one wish at the moment: they must be ashamed.

Tonghuan Sanliu felt that the eldest prince's gaze turned towards him, and that eagle-like sharp gaze seemed to be staring at him among thousands of people.

"And you, the subjects of transformation! Perhaps this king should no longer call you by this title. You have been 'reformed'. You are an inseparable part of Shengli New Village, and you are useful people!"

The copper ring [-] gripped the trousers tighter.

"This king would like to ask, are you willing to be recruited by this king as soldiers of the Pingnan Camp, and go out with the army to defend your homeland?"

Respondents were few.The companions beside Tonghuan Sanliu obviously mumbled for a while, but finally they didn't have the courage to speak out loudly.

The eldest prince didn't care either: "It's still the same sentence, the exhibition game will start soon. I invite everyone to come here today, for the purpose of having fun, and also for a gathering. Maybe in the future, you will not have the opportunity to have so many people gather together to have a good look at the ball." .”

"Cuju's Erlang invites you to come on stage, and let everyone's cheers give you the good luck of invincibility!"

The eldest prince didn't get too entangled with the "reform subjects", he just handed over the middle of the Cuju court to the two Cuju teams in the "Exhibition Competition".I stepped back decisively and watched the game with the usual expression.

On the other side of the officers and soldiers, applause and cheers sounded very appropriately.

But on Tonghuan Sanliu's side, everyone was absent-minded.

The first reaction of the three or six heads of Tonghuan was: These officers and soldiers who have been together for several years are going to leave—also, these soldiers are paid by officials. At this time, they are not in charge, who will be in charge?

But looking back, there is really no difference in the food, clothing, and daily work between the officers and soldiers and people like myself.Because I am a "learning model", the preferential treatment is even better than these people.

He thought of his position as a technician in the factory, and couldn't help worrying: If everyone left, who would plant and harvest sweet potatoes, and who would supply raw materials for his boiler?

The next moment he suddenly thought, if the elephant soldiers really came to fight, what chance would he have to grow sweet potatoes and make monosodium glutamate?

Tonghuan was a life of ups and downs, and the past few years were one of the few days when he could settle down.During this period of time, he was affirmed by others and confirmed his own value...

But now he is told that someone has colluded with Nanyi and brought in elephant soldiers to destroy the stable and comfortable life he had so hard to achieve?

And is he just watching, waiting, sitting and watching others destroy everything?Do you want to be a turtle, pack up your clothes and prepare to escape at any time?

No, he is no longer the brass ring Sanliu of the past, his foundation has already been planted here.If there is no Shengli New Village, he has nothing, and he is nothing...

Tonghuan Sanliu raised his head, just in time to see the ball in the Cuju field go out of bounds and the ball is dead.

He jumped up from his seat and yelled at the eldest prince: "Your Highness, I would like to be a soldier, I would like to protect my family, I would like to defend my country, I have a copper ring of three or six, and I must not be a man at this time." Coward..."

"Yes!" Hearing such a sudden roar from Tonghuan Sanliu, several people around him jumped up as if they had suddenly realized something, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Your Highness, I am willing too!"

For a while, the stands where these reformed objects were located erupted into shouts one after another.

The cuju game was still going on in the field, but a player actually rushed up to the stands, stood with Tonghuan Sanliu and the others, hooked each other's shoulders, and put their arms together.

Immediately afterwards, the "reformed subjects" simply rushed down the stands together, rushed into the Cuju field, and joined the officers and soldiers who also rushed into the field.Thousands of people gathered together and hugged each other tightly-they will be brothers in the same robe who will live and die together in the future.

The eldest prince was at the side, finally let out a sigh of relief, and whispered to Nan Yongqian beside him: "Remember for me, all the 'reform subjects' are eligible to be exempted from hard labor after joining the Pingnan Camp. Let's talk about merit and reward."

He felt relieved, thinking that finally there were thousands of people in the account, and he should have a better chance of winning against the king of Nan'an and the elephant soldiers of Nanyi.

"Everyone, immediately stop the daily affairs in your hands, devote yourself wholeheartedly, and start training!"