The story after Zhen Huan

The 200th day of the folk first lunar month just passed, and people were still immersed in the atmosphere of prosperity and joy. However, the people in Chongqing Prefecture spontaneously hung up white flags. It was nothing but the death of Luo Linjun, the prefect of Chongqing.Luo Linjun, as a parent and official, is in a high position of the fourth rank. He is upright and honest, considerate of the common people, has clear principles in his heart, and values ​​the fairness of the law more than anything else.Depending on whether you are a local tycoon or a relative of someone in the capital, to him, you are no different from ordinary people who are responsible for farming underground. If you break the law, you will be severely punished.Contrary to those officials and lords who started to act as domineering officials of the seventh or eighth rank, Luo Linjun basically just went out in a green cloth sedan chair, and sometimes he even walked on the street alone, and anyone in the market could do it. Stop him or chat or complain.He put on a straight face without being angry or pretentious, but he was approachable and approachable to those lowest-level civilians.Although he is also a relative of the emperor, and has a brother who is in the third rank, Luo Linjun has a serious background in scientific research, starting from the county magistrate of the eighth rank, until he is now the magistrate.He works seriously and responsibly, handles official duties, and often stays up all night.During his tenure as a local official, each term was loved by the people, and all his subordinates and colleagues praised him.When I came to Chongqing, I first rectified the local corrupt officials, took drastic measures to rectify the ills at that time, paid attention to agriculture and mulberry, and practiced enlightenment.In less than a year, it has been deeply respected and praised by the local people.In the first month of the lunar year, the snow on the mountains has not yet melted, and there is continuous rain and snow in the gray sky, which is slippery and cold to the bone.Lou Guiyuan walked unhurriedly on the rugged mountain road, feeling a chill on his forehead, and when he looked up, he saw fine raindrops and crystal snowflakes falling profusely, with a bitter and desolate smile on the corner of his mouth, even God cried Yet?A few fast-footed people walked by, and one of them sighed like a scholar: "Master Luo has been clean all his life. I didn't expect that even the funeral is so simple. How can this be like an old man? Even our opposite door The owner of the wine shop is more lively than this when his father is gone." "Hey, shut up! This is Master Luo's tone, if it is so lively, it won't dirty your reputation?" And that Another person who was traveling with him scolded.He came from the capital to offer his condolences. It has been ten days since Lord Luo Lin passed away, and everyone has already been buried. He did not expect that there would still be people going up the mountain to pay his respects.Lou Guiyuan smiled gratifiedly, teacher, you have devoted your whole life to the common people, even in the end, you have never felt ashamed.There is a benevolent government in the government, but the capital is not well-known.The dead want to be buried, and the people block the way.If you can't go back, you can't go back, and you will be buried here in Jiangmei.Knowing its name so far, both men and women shed tears.Those officials who are hypocritical and hypocritical like to set up steles of fame after death to leave their names in history. They think they are smart, but in the eyes of everyone, they are just ridiculed by the sages, and they are passed on to future generations.A true clean name does not need any deliberate inscription, and the people will naturally leave a clean place for them.Luo Linjun's married wife was taking two children to answer the gift. Seeing Lou Guiyuan, she also recognized that this was her husband's most proud student during his lifetime. Seeing him coming all the way to express condolences, she thanked Lou Guiyuan.Lou Guiyuan declined, saying that he should be a teacher for one day and a father for life.So he went up to offer incense and worship, and helped Mrs. Luo prepare some things. At dusk, seeing that there was no one around, he took out a urn of wine that he brought from the capital, sat in front of Luo Linjun's grave, and poured the first bowl on into the soil. "Teacher, the new Zhuyeqing in Beijing." He smiled nostalgicly, with a touch of helplessness, like the tea leaves of the previous night, astringent and bitter, "I know you don't like drinking, and drinking is a waste of time, but it's okay to try it." , at least you didn’t say it was bad when I brought it here when I was a child, didn’t you?” Thinking of the year when he won the first place in the list, he was so proud of himself that he saw all the flowers in Chang’an in one day.The first thing after the banquet in Qionglin was to go to the wine shop to buy the best Zhuyeqing at that time. He wanted to find Luo Linjun to have a drink, but he was scolded by his two arguments that wine can cause trouble and that it is full of damage. An hour and a half. "Just like what you worried about, the Dong family is getting bigger and bigger now. I dare not say half of them in the court, but at least [-]-[-]% belong to the Dong family. They use the relationship of in-laws, classmates, and relatives to form cliques for private interests, and officials and officials protect each other. Not only that, affected by this trend, many high-ranking officials have also started to do this, so that [-]% of the new officials this year are recommended, and if things go on like this, there will be no more talented people in my Great Zhou court.”………” The emperor is busy fighting now. At the beginning, I also thought that with the prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty, as long as it was invaded, it would have to fight back, just like the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. But in fact, the real country is rich and powerful when it comes to the dynasty from all over the world. Fear of prestige. The husband’s soldiers move from time to time, and when they move, they are powerful. Watching is playing, and playing is not shocking. Throughout the nearly [-] years of my great week, which emperor has never used war? The land has been opened up, but there is no Cangnan has been wiped out, there is still the great Huihe Gaochang, there is no Yan country and there is Tubo behind, do we have to keep fighting? Xing, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. Qin Shihuang built a Great Wall of thousands of miles. It is indeed a success. But in the end, Meng Jiangnv still let Meng Jiangnu cry, revealing her bones. Fighting is really not worth it. Even if you win, it is a victory for a few people." "In addition, the prospect of the firearms camp is also worrying. When the Khan invaded, someone from the Ministry of Industry proposed to set up a firearms battalion to resist the Hehe cavalry. Unfortunately, it took less than two years for Qi Buchi to repel the Hehe, and Taizong was anxious to cultivate his health, so the matter was not mentioned again. Although Later, some people tried to set up a firearms battalion, but it was all short-lived, but in the eyes of the students, compared with the strong bow and crossbow, the firearms have more advantages on the battlefield. If other countries take the lead..." He Shaking his head, it seemed that he couldn't think of what would happen in the future.The surroundings are silent, thousands of mountains and birds are flying away, thousands of people are gone, the teacher is buried here, can you still see the future Dazhou?The rain and snow were intertwined, soaking his body, but he was still ignorantly talking about the changes in the government over the past year.After drinking another bowl, Qing Huang's face was full of alcohol, only looking at the name on the tomb with heavy eyes, as if looking for an answer, "You have always wanted to return the people of the world to a bright future. , a Qingming and prosperous age. But Songfang only thinks that this idea can only be realized from top to bottom. You have indeed benefited the people of one side, but after the term of office is over, their wealth will only be squeezed clean by the corrupt officials who come later. The wine and meat of the rich family stinks, and the road is frozen to death, hum, when a person is sick, it is more important to find out the root cause of his illness than to treat his head and feet." After saying that, he felt weak all over, and stroked his forehead With a deep sigh: "On March [-]th of this year, Emperor Xue Po, Ji Fengtai will choose a son-in-law. I plan to go. Although the Lou family is a family of officials and officials, it is a pity that the change I want cannot be supported by a small family. A higher and tougher backstage." He drank the last drop of wine in his jar and smiled heartily, "Teacher, you will watch it in the sky. Watch me change the great Zhou mountains and rivers." When he was about to leave, it was Luo Madam came out to send them off.She looked miserable, and knelt in front of Lou Guiyuan, so startled that he leaned over to help her up, "What is Mrs. Luo doing, please hurry up." "My lord, please avenge my concubine husband!" Her face Shen Jing said in a deep voice, "Before New Year's Eve, there were bandits making trouble in this area. My husband said that he didn't want the common people to feel at ease during the New Year, so he personally took people to suppress the bandits, and he was killed on the third day. I have seen my husband's body, and there is nothing wrong with it." Jin Chuang, there is a black spot on the fundus of one eye, it is... a poisonous disease! However, Master Tongzhi insisted that the husband was exhausted physically and mentally, died in the line of duty, and the concubine was a prostitute, how could he argue? Only teeth and blood were knocked out Swallow." Lou Guiyuan's expression froze. Before he came, he had suspected why Lord Luo Lin died. Although Chongqing is not a lush place, it is not a place where bandits and bandits often make trouble, and there is Dong Zhonghe. Same knowledge.He suppressed the hatred in his heart, and said with a sneer, "It's so ruthless, as expected of the Dong family, they used such infamous methods." Although he knew that Luo Linjun's murder had something to do with Dong Zhonghe, but it was so clear Hearing that, he couldn't help being shocked, and then he was ignited with raging anger. What he cut off was not only his teacher, but also the light of blessing for the people of the place.The conflict of interests can ignore the people of the whole place, but now that Dong Ronghua is pregnant in the palace, even if the emperor knows the whole story, he can't easily move the Dong family, he has to plan it slowly.He closed his eyes and slowly calmed down the fluctuations in his heart. "Madam Luo, don't worry, Song Fang will not let the culprit go unpunished in this matter. However, what are Madam's plans in the future?" he asked.Mrs. Luo looked at the heads of the two children poking out of the house curiously, "I will bring the children to form a hut on the mountain to observe filial piety for three years, and then return to the Luo Mansion in the capital to join the uncle." Luo Linjun nodded in agreement. "Master Shi Lang has always been considerate of relatives, old and young, so that's fine. If Mrs. Luo has any difficulties, just let me know. Songfang will never refuse." heart, tearing at the injustice of the world.The setting sun withdrew the last afterglow, and the pitch-black mountain valley seemed like a monster's huge mouth, ready to choose someone to eat.He walked down the more slippery and difficult mountain road, and the cold air he breathed hurt his throat, which was dry and uncomfortable.His boots were soaked through, and his limbs were so cold that he couldn't feel a trace of sensation. He could only poke the ground coldly and walk head-on.The snow was still falling quietly, in Lou Guiyuan's eyes, it was even worse than Feixue in June.The road ahead will not be easier than this.