The Marginal People of Jia's Family in the Red Chamber

Pingtai 11th year, autumn.

The Emperor Taishang passed away, and now he has started to clean up the corrupt nobles, including the four princes and eight princes. This is a great excitement for the people in the capital, but it is the greatest misfortune for those involved.

Leng Zixing's father-in-law and mother-in-law also died in this catastrophe. Of course, they are all in their 60s, and they have lived a long life. It is not a pity to go there.Unfortunately for Leng Zixing, his shop was sealed up and his family property was confiscated. He and his children and grandchildren were kicked out of the house with only their clothes on.I don't know who was in charge of the inspection, even the slave's family was not spared, it was unheard of and unseen!

Yang Yanting spread his hands, blame me~

Leng Zixing didn't know what was wrong with him these years. He originally had several sons, all of whom were brought up, and he was about to marry a wife and have children, but in the end, he was sent by a white-haired man to a black-haired man, and his sons were sent away one after another. Leng Zixing has aged a lot.Finally, his youngest son survived and left him a little grandson. From then on, Leng Zixing regarded his only son and only grandson more than himself, and the daughter-in-law who had made great contributions to their Leng family was also killed. Leng Zixing is very grateful.

But now Leng Zixing is yelling at his wife: "You whore, I know it! Adversity knows people's hearts, what's the use of a single woman running out, she will definitely be abducted and sold in a brothel, and thousands of people ride her!" A bitch who sleeps thousands of people!"

Leng Zixing's daughter-in-law took the money they pawned for the good clothes and personal accessories and ran away.Only three men in coarse clothes were left.Leng Zixing had no choice but to drag his old body, his son, and his grandson to the ruined temple on the outskirts of the city to settle down. When the reality forced me to see, I became seriously ill.Begging is not allowed in the city now, if discovered by the imperial guards patrolling the city, they will be thrown into prison and dragged into coolies.Leng Zixing still had a grandson to take care of, so he made up his mind that he would never let himself in.

The three of Leng Zixing were old, young and young, and the only man in his prime was a sick man, who couldn't even grab a good place in the ruined temple.Leng Zixing originally planned to go back to his old business, just steal a few antiques and sell them.As a result, before he stepped on it, his son died in the cold autumn wind.

Leng Zixing had no choice but to hastily send his son's body to Yizhuang, where the imperial court kept the corpse. Leng Zixing planned to wait for his grandson to settle down before coming to pick up his son for a proper burial.After saying a lot of good things to the guards of Yizhuang, Leng Zixing turned his back and left.

Leng Zixing's old business is said to be the owner of an antique shop, but in fact he is a tomb robber. His antiques are all from the tomb, and after some processing, they will not be recognized by people.

Leng Zixing took his grandson to the cemetery he had stepped on, hid in a hidden cave, and went to the tomb by himself.

Leng Zixing relied on this for a living when he was young, but he forgot that he is already in his early fifties, how can he still do such a job, and now he is in the suburbs of Beijing.Apart from the heavily guarded imperial tombs, the only ones that can be buried in the suburbs of Beijing are the family cemeteries of wealthy and powerful families. Now that the descendants stay in the capital safely, they naturally care about guarding the tombs of their ancestors.

This time, Leng Zixing was discovered before breaking open the tomb. He tried his best to get rid of his pursuers, and finally fled back to the vicinity of the cemetery.Leng Zixing, who had injured his leg, leaned against the damp and cold cave wall. Fortunately, it was dark under the lights, and the most dangerous place was the safest. Those people must have never expected that he was back again.

Looking at the crying grandson nestled beside him, Leng Zixing wondered if he should talk to him about how to rob the tomb, take out treasures from it, and exchange money for food.Leng Zixing knew that at his age and being injured again, he must not live long.Anyone who does this line of work is detrimental to morality, as evidenced by the failure of his sons to stop.

In the past, when Leng Zixing's life was getting better and better, he never thought about private retribution, but now looking at his sobbing and hiccupping grandson, he suddenly felt that this was retribution.

Leng Zixing's leg is injured now, so he can only tell his little grandson how to take advantage of his thin body to steal tributes from the grave. Of course he knows that eating these is bad, but no matter how bad it is, it's better than starving to death.

The two grandparents have been sneaking around like this for nearly a month, but good luck will not always favor them.Because the weather was getting colder and colder, Leng Zixing dragged his broken leg, trying to steal some clothes to keep out the cold, but someone found out and beat him up.People only thought he was here to steal clothes, but they didn't know that he had even tried to steal the tomb. "Digging people's ancestral graves" is such a big hatred!Therefore, those people looked at Leng Zixing who was curled up into a ball, and saw that his hair was gray, and thought that they couldn't kill people in the ancestor's cemetery, so as not to be disrespectful to their ancestors, so Leng Zixing saved his life.

Returning to the cave after a difficult journey, what Leng Zixing saw was a little grandson whose face was flushed with fever and kept raving.Leng Zixing was terrified, this was the only blood of their Leng family!Leng Zixing staggered to his grandson and touched his forehead, it was hot!Leng Zixing was in a hurry, he knew that his grandson would not be able to stay in such a cold cave, and the only way now was to go down the mountain to find a medical clinic.

Leng Zixing carried his grandson on his back, picked a dead branch to make a crutch, and dragged his broken leg and sick body to the city.Along the way, he kept imagining what to say when he got to the hospital, and how to cry and beg to arouse the doctor's sympathy. Leng Zixing even made up his mind in his heart that if the hospital didn't save him, he would bump his head to death in front of the door. Anyway, he didn't live long, and he just used his life to force the hospital to save him.

Leng Zixing kept planning in his mind, but was awakened by the neighing of a steed in front of him.A gorgeous carriage stopped in front of him, and even the horses pulling the carriage were two strong black horses, strong in build and smooth in hair. Leng Zixing looked around, only to realize that soon he had accidentally walked onto the official road .

Civilians are not qualified to walk the official road!

Leng Zixing retreated to the small road beside the official road in three steps at a time, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, please spare me! , just walked on the official road, blocked the nobleman's way, the little old man is blind, the little old man is blind, offended the nobleman, begging the nobleman to spare his life, begging the nobleman to spare his life."

From the neighing of the horse to Leng Zixing kneeling and begging for mercy, it was actually a split second.The driver sitting in front of the car waited for the owner to speak, but the owner in the car did not speak for a long time, and the only sound on the road in late autumn was Leng Zixing's wailing begging for mercy.

The more Leng Zixing kowtowed, the more uncertain he became. Whether to scold or scold him twice was the reaction that a nobleman should have.In the past, relying on the power of the Ningrong Second Mansion, it is not that he has not gone through the official path, and when he encounters people who collide, he will not kill them unless he is in a bad mood. Could it be that he is in a bad mood when he meets a nobleman?Leng Zixing judged others by himself, sweating coldly, thinking that he was going to confess here today, and felt sorry for his grandson.

After waiting for a long time, the curtain of the car was lifted, and there were an elegant old man and a handsome young man sitting inside, both of them were exquisitely dressed, Leng Zixing only raised his head for a glance and dared not look again, your lord It is taboo for civilians to look at them casually.

Leng Zixing just knelt silently on the cold and hard mud floor in late autumn, he didn't even dare to knock his head, and he couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy, he just prostrated himself on the ground, trembling.

He only heard a gentle question, "Are you Leng Zixing?"

Leng Zixing shuddered, who?Who is the gentleman in the car?How did he know that he was Leng Zixing? Could it be that someone he had stolen from before came to seek revenge, or... Leng Zixing was almost frightened to death by his imagination, and his body shook involuntarily.But people have already found your name, I don't know how much effort it took, Leng Zixing didn't dare to lie, and replied tremblingly: "Yes, little old man Leng Zixing."

"Well, sure enough."

The sound of "sure enough" was a precursor to a death sentence in Leng Zixing's ears. Leng Zixing was so nervous that he couldn't catch his breath and passed out.Fortunately, the moment he passed out, he heard a sentence, "Help these two people to the carriage behind and go back to the city."

……

When Leng Zixing woke up again, he found himself lying on a big soft bed, his clothes had been changed, and the place where he was beaten seemed to have been medicated.Looking around, the whole room is elegant and elegant, filled with a faint fragrance of medicine. Leng Zixing is in the antique business, so he can naturally see that the antique shelves are all good things.

Leng Zixing couldn't believe it, was he saved?Sure enough, there is no unparalleled road!Just as he was thinking, a man dressed as a medicine boy came in with a bowl of medicine.

"You're awake, drink your medicine." Yaotong said.

Leng Zixing tried his best to look polite and thoughtful, half lying on the bed, and asked with a smile: "Please trouble this young master. The little old man has a good life and met a noble person, but I don't know what to call the master's family, so I can let you know." In the future, the little old man can set up a longevity tablet for En Gong."

Yaotong was used to being thanked by others, so he said calmly, "My master is Bai Junxian."

"Bai Junxian, the name of your master sounds familiar." Leng Zixing murmured, Bai Junxian, he really heard it somewhere.

"The old man is only familiar with this name. My master is Bai Junxian, one of the seven sons of Bishan, ranking fifth." Yaotong said proudly.There must be no one in this world who doesn't know the Seven Sons of Bishan.

Leng Zixing reacted when he heard the Seven Sons of Bishan, and flattered him again and again: "The little old man is stupid. He turned out to be Bai Yixian. Forgive me, young master. How dare you call him the honorable name of Bai Yixian on weekdays? He is only respected by Bai Yixian. I didn’t react for a while. Don’t blame, young master, don’t blame.”

Naturally, Leng Zixing knew about the famous Bishan Seven Sons.The name of Bai Yixian, who is ranked fifth, is also very famous.I heard that ten years ago, Bai Yixian came to the Northwest Military Camp to practice medicine. It coincided with the battle between our army and the barbarians.More importantly, the general's right hand was cut off by the prince of the barbarian army. The general was good at swordsmanship. If his right hand was severed, his official career would also be cut off. The general was loved by the soldiers, and the whole army was sad for him.

At this time, Bai Junxian arrived. He was already a famous doctor, and the general trusted him, so he let him treat the wound.I heard that Bai Yixian used the magic method to extend the general's arm.Today, General Bai is still killing enemies on the battlefield, and he still uses a broadsword weighing seventy catties.Since then, the reputation of Bai Yixian has spread all over the country.

When Leng Zixing learned that he was saved by such a legendary figure, he flattered him repeatedly, and then asked cautiously, "I don't know what happened to my grandson."

"The child had a cold and a high fever. He stayed in a cold and humid environment for a long time, and he was so cold and hungry that he fell ill. Now he has passed the dangerous period." This is not what the medicine boy said. It was said by the elegant old man who pushed the door open.

Seeing the old man coming in, Yaotong hurriedly saluted and said, "Master."

Leng Zixing hurriedly got out of bed and saluted, "I've seen Master Bai, I can't repay you for your kindness..."

"Confused, this is Mr. Leng!" Yaotong shouted sharply.

Only then did Leng Zixing realize that this was Leng Bi and Leng Jinyu.Leng Zixing was sweating profusely from anxiety. He thought it was Bai Yixian's father when he heard the "Master" just now, and his age seemed right, but he didn't expect that it was Bai Yixian's master.After offending such a noble person, Leng Zixing didn't know what would happen to him, remember he didn't dare to speak.

"It's okay. Lie down. Your leg is still hurting." Leng Bi is a good talker, and she didn't think it was too much of an offense, so she said to the medicine boy, "Keep the medicine and go out."

The drug boy put down the tray lightly, and retreated respectfully.

Leng Bi signaled Leng Zixing to drink the medicine, and Leng Zixing drank the medicine in a gentle manner, and then lay down on the bed under Leng Bi's signal.

Leng Bi sat on the stool beside the bed, stretched out her hand to feel his pulse.

Leng Zixing's whole body was stiff, and he was so rigid that he was carrying the meridian on his back. It was already very rude for him to lie half-lying like this. Now it is a great honor to let the master of Bai Yixian take the pulse!Leng Zixing tried every means to make himself more polite and sensible.

"Relax." Leng Bi tapped on Leng Zixing's back, and Leng Zixing calmed down and leaned against the soft backrest.

"Your legs can't be corrected anymore. You're getting old, you've been beaten again, and you don't have enough food and clothing. Now you have blood in your body. It's because of your strong willpower that you can persist until now. Now, your life is not long." Leng Bi said bluntly Stated the diagnosis.

"The little old man has a foundation in being fuzzy. At this age, he doesn't ask too much. It's just that my little grandson is only five years old this year, and he is the most cute and clever. I beg the old god to take him in and be a cleaning servant. Always leave him a mouthful to eat. The little old man will make a grass ring and be a cow or a horse, in order to repay the old god's kindness!"

"When the child recovers, I will test him. If he is qualified, all my disciples can accept him as a disciple." Leng Bi replied.

Being hit by such a pie, Leng Zixing was stunned instead, not daring to speak.Leng Zixing understood that he had something worthy of a world-renowned Confucianist like Leng Bi, but this sudden benefit was always unbelievable.

"Your body is supported by good medicine and medicine, and you still have about one month to live. You should be able to see your grandson worship at the gate of Bishan."

"The little old man is grateful, grateful, just...just..." Leng Zixing was puzzled, but he didn't know how to express it. What a kindness it is for someone to accept his grandson as a disciple.When Leng Zixing was still prominent in the Ningrong Second Mansion, he heard that the old matriarch in the mansion once wanted Second Master Bao to worship under Bishan, but he was rejected.In Leng Zixing's heart, even a phoenix egg like Bao Erye could not be accepted by Bishan, so where did his grandson get the capital.

"It depends on your and my surname being Leng." Leng Bi knew what Leng Zixing was thinking, and explained lightly.

"Yes, yes." Leng Zixing echoed, wondering if it was because Gao Ren had such an unpredictable temper.

Under the nourishment of Bishan's superb medical skills and rich medicinal materials, Leng Zixing's body gradually improved. Of course, this kind of improvement is a temporary solution, not the root cause, and such improvement will quickly fade within one month at most.Hearing what medicinal ingredients he was drinking every day, Leng Zixing became even more uneasy.The silver he spent this month could beat a silver man of his size.

The child's body is weak, Leng Bi did not dare to use heavy medicines, and still focused on recuperation. During the treatment, Leng Bi observed the child's temperament and tested the child's aptitude.When all kinds of medicinal materials could not keep Leng Zixing alive, he asked his grandson to perform the ceremony of apprenticeship.

Under the witness of Leng Zixing, Leng Bi replaced his fourth disciple. It was also his son who took this child as his disciple, and he was also regarded as his grandson.After the apprenticeship ceremony was completed, Leng Zixing thanked Leng Bi tremblingly, and said to his grandson: "From today on, you will change your name to Nian'en, Leng Nian'en, and you will always remember the kindness of your master and master. ?"

"Got it, grandpa." Leng Nianen replied obediently.

Leng Bi asked Yaotong to go down with Leng Nianen, who had just recovered from a serious illness. He should accompany Leng Zixing through the last journey of his life.

"Old Immortal, I saw a pair of jade pendants in the guest house." Trembling, Leng Zixing took out a pair of white jade pendants from his bosom.

"En." Leng Bi nodded, he understood what Leng Zixing wanted to say, this was a gift he gave Leng Zixing when he got married.

"I still remember the short note that I sent with Yupei at that time. It said 'an old man in Jin, to celebrate Jiaqi.' Now he has saved my grandson and me in a timely manner. This..." Leng Zixing expressed carefully, he Just trying to figure out why, why this guy was paying attention to himself decades ago.

Leng Bi raised her hand to stop his weak complaints, and explained the reason straightforwardly: "You and I should be regarded as blood brothers with the same father and mother, Leng Dali."

Leng Dali?Leng Zixing hadn't heard of this name for decades. He had already buried this name with his own hands, when he promised his master to learn tomb robbery, and when he abandoned his parents with his own hands.

"You are……"

"I'm Leng Ergou. When the third brother was carried out by his father, I knew what was going to happen. I didn't want to eat people, and I didn't want to be eaten, so I escaped. I thought you would survive, but I didn't expect How did you survive?"

"I..." Leng Zixing didn't know how to open his mouth. Those memories that were intentionally buried by him suddenly came alive. How did he survive?

Leng Bi felt Leng Zixing's pulse and found that he had just left, thinking it was his time.With a sigh, he closed his eyes for him, and went out silently.

In fact, Leng Zixing is not dead yet, Leng Zixing feels that he can still think, he is asking himself, "How did you survive?"

"I survived by eating human flesh." Leng Zixing answered silently.

In Shanxi back then, there were thousands of miles of red land. After the father took Leng Sanwa out, he returned a big bowl of broth.After their father came back, they found out that Leng Ergou was gone, but their parents didn't look for it either. Sooner or later, it was just like that. In front of this bowl of delicious broth, the family of three didn't have the mind to care about other things.

Leng's father ate some first, and then passed the bowl to Leng Dali, but Leng Dali tried his best to stuff it into his stomach, and he couldn't fit it, so he passed the bowl to Leng's mother.When Mother Leng received the bowl, there was only one bottom left, but Mother Leng still cherished and drank the broth silently.

As if the broth had given them strength, they followed for two days, and for the rest of the day they lived off people who fell by the side of the road.At the beginning, Leng Dali didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't be able to eat it, but he will eventually know.Leng Dali started to vomit and go into convulsions. Even though he had no moral education, eating his own kind was obviously unacceptable to him.

Leng's father and Leng's mother have only one son left, and this son must live, otherwise their Leng's family will lose their incense.In the yang world, you can grit your teeth and pass it, but in the underworld, you can't survive it with hard work.I don't know where the idea of ​​cold father and cold mother comes from. In short, they feel that after death is more important than life, and they are determined not to let themselves be extinct.

When Leng Dali vomited and convulsed, someone always poured broth on him, and Leng Dali survived like this.met his master.

When Leng Dali met the expressionless old man, he was already able to accept eating human flesh. The old man thought he was a talent, so he wanted to pass on all his kung fu to him, and let Leng Dali take care of him until his death.

Leng Daleng agreed, and then asked the old man to name him Leng Zixing.

The test of Leng Zixing's apprenticeship is to make him abandon his parents. Leng Zixing was led by the old man who is about to become a master to see the rich and noble township. I can't go back either.

Leng Zixing secretly mixed with the refugees and separated from his parents.As for whether his parents survived or died by the side of the road, Leng Zixing didn't care.He knew in his heart that when he left, his parents' last hope was cut off, and his parents would definitely not survive.But he wants to live, so the choice is obvious.

Leng Zixing considers himself a man of credibility. Since he has worshiped his teacher, learned to read characters, identify antiques, and go to the tomb, he will naturally repay his master, saying that he will die for his master, and wait for his master to be injured by the cemetery. After he died of illness, he found a place with good geomantic omen and buried him in a good cloud board coffin.

Then the old Leng Zixing was buried together.

Leng Zixing is now a well-known antique dealer in the capital. He is not Leng Dali, a peasant boy, not a incense guarantee who was forced to eat human flesh, and not a tomb robber who was whipped to learn how to go to the tomb. He is Leng Zi, an antique dealer. prosper.

Leng Zixing, who was on the verge of death, stared blankly at the blue and white bed curtain above his head. In his next life, he would die in his hometown, quietly starving to death on the kang.