Do you still remember the little lady with a draped hat that Wang Shixiong and Uncle Wu met during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the fifth year of Jianyan? It is now the tenth year of Jianyan.

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"There is a beautiful person, as graceful as the clear air. She has a charming smile and a charming heart."

He Yixi is not her original name, nor is her surname He. Three years ago in Jianyan, her original name was Song Wanru.

Song Wanru was born in Bianjing.

In the years of peace and prosperity, Henan University was prosperous. Perhaps my mother's biggest worry at that time was that her father's salary was so meager that it was difficult to live in Beijing. More than once, Song Wanru saw her mother inviting her father, who was chatting with friends, to the kitchen and pointing at the empty rice.

The jar asked: "There is a shortage of meat and vegetables, and there is also a shortage of wine and ferment. How do the officials want to entertain guests?"

Dad would then say with sincerity and shame on his face: "I have to help my wife do it for me and I'll give it on credit."

My mother-in-law's family in Hangzhou, even if she uses Henan elegant music to irritate people, it still has a gentle and gentle flavor: "Can an official tolerate seeing me embarrassing myself again?"

"My lady, please bring your curtains and hats with you," my father promised sincerely, "I will never invite so many guests to my home next month to embarrass my lady."

In the end, my mother had no choice but to push him with a smile: "Okay, okay, the officials will go on their own. I have prepared the wine and meat myself. I'm not asking you not to invite anyone - it's just that you can keep the wine from last night for today. It's fun for the officials to drink alone."

?With or without customers, money will always be spent."

This is true. Her father's promise was forgotten immediately. Song Wanru often wondered if her mother did not blame her father harshly because her father spent more than just money on herself. As soon as the salary was obtained, her father would buy the latest luxury goods for her mother.

Various styles of silk, her brother's favorite sheep's head, Song Wanru's favorite candies, and naturally she needed to buy a few taels of wine to buy a few books. But in the end, she ate them all, and the silk was nowhere to be found, only the books her father bought.

It can be kept well in the box.

Song Wanru wanted to make new clothes, but her mother always wore a few homely items, so she was embarrassed to ask for help, but she often wondered where the silk pieces had gone. Later, when her mother was teaching her to read, she heard her reciting "Mu"

When he was selling wine and pulling out golden hairpins, he sighed slightly and said, "It's too ugly."

When she told this sentence to her brother, he asked her if she knew what it meant, and she nodded. Her brother, who was much older than her, was surprised and said: "My aunt is so smart. Could it be that she borrowed something from her name?"

Because of the literary spirit? - Can Nannan guess where the word 'wanru' comes from?"

"There is a beautiful person, as graceful as the clear air. When we meet by chance, we are together with you."

"A few days ago, daddy told you about Sancao's poems. How could it not be "Shan Zai Xing" written by Emperor Wen of Wei?"

Song Wan replied seriously: "Dad said, 'The sad sound of a departing bird is so unbearable'."

The elder brother put his hands on his hands and laughed, and mentioned it to his parents during dinner. The father smiled and said to his mother: "Even a 'poor and humble couple' will not be 'suffering from everything' - aunt likes you, you are talented in singing."

Is everything miserable for a poor and humble couple? Song Wanru has never thought about it this way. She only feels that although her mother will inevitably complain, she never really hates her father's lavish spending. Her mother will hold the gorgeous silk and say with a smile, "It's too expensive."

, he would also tease his embarrassed father when he was serving dishes with wild vegetables, "Officials also eat wild vegetables, so there must be sages from Yi and Qi." Dad once avoided everyone when drinking and drinking, and watched the servants racking their brains in front of the stove to make the simple and simple dishes.

Fa's wife, who cooked the vegetables in a unique and innovative way, rarely silently reflected on his frivolous wealth and philanthropy, but her mother gestured to the hall from a distance and said with a smile: "I want to be like the wife of a monkey, but I wonder if the officials will allow it?"

Dad sighed worriedly: "My wife is worthy of my father-in-law's wife, but I can't be worthy of Shan Juyuan."

Dad really failed to make Shan Juyuan. In the third year of Xuanhe, the whole family of my maternal grandfather in Hangzhou was slaughtered by Fang La. When he retreated, the family house was burned down. When the letter reached Bianjing, the grief-stricken mother fell ill in bed.

, and has been plagued by illness ever since.

Dad never drank anymore, and he didn't treat guests much anymore.

Doctors, consultations, and medicines were prepared. My mother could not use the little money as she did before, let alone spin embroidery to supplement the family income. Gradually, her brother's sheep heads could no longer be eaten, and Song Wan did not taste them.

It's too sweet to eat. Dad is not a prime minister with the Purple Ribbon Gold Medal, and his salary is not that generous. Soon, Dad stopped buying books and insisted on buying cloth to cut for my mother to make new clothes, and she was not allowed to use it anymore.

It’s classic.

This was the first time that my father told me about the pawn, but my mother slowly traced the pattern and said to my father: "Let's buy some pens and ink for Da Lang and my daughter. Da Lang has been using charcoal for a long time. I

I heard that the official is good at writing and painting, but the handwriting doesn't look good... buy some more mutton, there has been no oil or water in the house for a long time."

"Dad," the brother who had been silent for so long finally couldn't help but speak, "it is said that the palace must use 10,000 sheep a year. When making yokan in the Taiwei's house, only a little bit is taken from the face. Is it true?"

Dad forced a smile and said: "Your father and I are just low-ranking officials with low-level positions. How can we know what is going on in the palace and the prime minister's house?"

The elder brother asked angrily: "But it's not a lie that mutton is so expensive! Wengweng was forced to die of depression by Shangguan and the people because of his birthday. His uncle's family was wiped out because of Fang La. But the official family only knew how to calligraphy and painting.

The Gungun princes in the court only know how to use the name of 'Fengheng Henan University' to trick the people. So what if they win the title? Are they acting as a talisman to carry out harsh government?!"

Nine-year-old Song Wanru can already understand a lot of things. Her father talks about caring for the people and being loyal to the emperor and patriotism, but she thinks her brother is right. Can caring for the people and being loyal to the emperor and patriotism be compatible? Song Wanru can't figure out the answer, but she still has

I remember my mother’s gentle and solemn expression:

"You can say that, isn't it the point of teaching you to read the books of sages? The things in the future must be done by young people like you. If you young people can think this way, the world will get better and better in the future."

——But my mother did not see the world getting better and better as she wished. No one saw it.

Everyone said that it was a prosperous and prosperous year for Henan Province, but the situation where money was overvalued was becoming more and more prosperous. My mother's health was getting worse year by year, and after she became pregnant, she became even thinner, except for her belly.

It was astonishing. Song Wanru had seen her father bowing to the doctor with a sad face countless times, but no one expected that it was her father who went first.

"Three hundred guan, it's called Tongju; five hundred strings, it's straight to the Secret Pavilion." Children in Tokyo will sing this song, and the officials in Tokyo are all on the same page, but the poor father only has enough to buy medicine for his old wife, holding his arms in his arms

The little Song Wanru smiled and taught her, "If you want to fill the gully, you have to let go, and the man who laughs at himself will become crazier as he gets older." The world is getting worse and worse, and the poor Zhima official is not allowed to walk on his own single-plank bridge. Shangguan wants to be promoted, to be charming,

I also want my family's reputation to be good. My father has read the sages' books on loyalty and patriotism all his life. He cannot follow the example of the traitor who killed his wife's family, nor can he follow the example of the evil official who forced him to take the exam and plunder the people's wealth. Dad can follow this example.

There is only Weng Weng who is desperate to die.

"The departing bird spends the night in that middle continent. It stretches its neck, flaps its wings, and cries out in sorrow to beg for each other. It makes me sad to look at it with care. I am sorry, you old man, how can you forget your worries?"

Half of the city of Tokyo was singing and dancing, and the other half was roaring. Before his death, his father, who was described as haggard, still had San Cao's anthology of poems in his hand, but the page was still on the page Song Wanru asked about last month. He looked at his wife and daughter's love.

Son, I sighed sadly, I have no place to stand in this world, what will I do after I leave?

But what to do? Song Wanru didn't know, nor did her mother, who was about to give birth, or her brother, who was still young. Her father passed away at the end of the year, and her brother went to copy books, do part-time labor, and work hard every day, so that he could be buried in a thin coffin.

, my mother went to bed directly because of illness. There was a new official in Da Neili, but she couldn't live well for several years. The elder brother first calmly talked about the Jin soldiers crossing the river and martial law in the capital, and then it was rumored that the Jin people wanted money, silk, gold and silver.

The officials and princes agreed.

The family without a father was completely reduced to an object of raids, with only four walls and no food left in the tank. On February 2, the dragon raised its head. Song Wanru didn't know whether the dragon raised its head. She only knew that that day she lowered her head again, lying down where her father had often rested.

She cried loudly on the bed - her mother had given birth to a little brother. She finally couldn't bear it anymore and went to look for his father.

They had not had time to change out of the mourning clothes with white banners, so they had to keep wearing them. Candles and lamps were expensive luxury items. They couldn't even afford bright lights, so Song Wanru and her brother could only stay in front of the funeral in the endless darkness. She didn't know

What happened? Why did she suddenly lose her father and then her mother? She didn’t know who to blame. Her father was not killed, and her mother was not killed. Song Wanru watched helplessly as her father and mother became ill.

It's like a mountain falling, and I hate my own incompetence.

There was a cold wind in the late spring night in February, and the darkness was like a man-eating monster laughing silently. She looked at her mother's coffin in front of her with tears in her eyes, but she could only hear her own heart-breaking words, and the words in her brother's arms next to her.

Her younger brother's cry was as weak as a cat. Song Wanru didn't want to hear this. She wanted to hear her father tell her about "the geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night". She wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms, but they were both gone, and her younger brother was still there.

For a child who was less than a month old, she only had an older brother.

Nanshan is fierce and windy, and she only has her brother.

——Dad, Mom, I finally understand "Polygonium", but I miss you.

Her father and mother could no longer answer her. The only answers she had were the whimpering sound of the wind and the howling weak brother. Song Wanru became a sister. Song Wanru had always been a pampered little sister, but now she was holding her kitten-like little brother.

It feels heavy. She has always been obedient, but as a sister, she needs to be sensible.

The court was full of nobles and nobles, and they were all scholars. Song Wanru wiped away her tears, put up her bun, and exchanged her pink and white hairpin for money. She wore shorts like a boy, put her feet up to light a fire, chopped firewood, cooked, sewed, and coaxed her younger brother. She stopped

I fell in love with my brother who had finished his job and insisted on reading a book. Didn’t my father say that my brother is the best at reading in generations? If you study, you can be admitted to the Jinshi.

There will be people who bully them into using up their family wealth because their family is weak. With a salary, the younger brother will be able to buy paper and ink in the future, and eat the sheep heads and sweet candies that they have tasted.

Born in January and ripe in March, after seven or eight months, Song Wanru has become as easy as a servant who often does long-term work. Summer has gone and autumn has come, and the frost and dew are heavy, but the brother returns home with only a few firewood.

Se Sheng told her that the golden man was here again.

It's not that they have never thought about leaving Tokyo. But this is Tokyo, the capital of a country. If the capital is destroyed, where will the emperor go, and where will the country survive? They never dare to imagine that the country will perish, and they never dare to imagine that the story of the Western Jin Dynasty's monarchs and ministers will repeat itself.

They - they don't believe that the capital city, where everyone is eager to fight, will be breached! Yes, their family is impoverished, but which dynasty and generation did not have a poor and humble house? Jingdang jade, gold nuggets and gravels

There are more than one high-ranking family in the Zhu household, the music is played in the morning and the night is played, and the princes, emperors and grandsons are not the only ones in the palace. Isn't this the scene of the Taiping years? The official has been in power for more than ten decades, how can he become a Zen official?

, when the soldiers come, will the Hu La La Ru building collapse?

Song Wanru couldn't think clearly, and Song Wanru had no time to think about it. On Bingzi in November, the Jin people crossed the river and the capital was under martial law; in Yiyou, Oli Bu's army arrived at the city; in Guisi, it was bitterly cold in the capital, and Nianhan's army arrived at the city; in Jiawu, it rained and snowed.

The officials were sent to the city by armor, and the Jin people attacked the gate of Jin.

The city will not be destroyed. The elder brother firmly told Song Wanru that the officials had ordered the local kings to be diligent. No matter how much the people of Song Dynasty complained about the imperial court, their hearts would not go to the beasts that massacred the city. The elder brother no longer even resented the officials who had plundered people's wealth before.

If you can destroy your family and alleviate the disaster, if you can use gold and silk to save the world, what's the harm in doing so?

But will those people outside the city who are fighting for thousands of miles be satisfied?

The weather in Tokyo is getting colder day by day. There is no longer enough firewood and charcoal fires for the people in the capital, and the downpour of rain and snow has not stopped. The stagnant air is filled with coldness, and it penetrates into the bone marrow with a suffocating coldness.

In the past, the soft red soil of Tokyo was in a state of depression. Shops on the eight streets and nine streets were closed down one after another. The hungry and cold people could not find firewood or rice. Countless houses were left with only stone walls and mud tiles, and wooden doors and fences had long been used to light fires for warmth.

Bodies were piled on top of each other on the street, and no one cared about the stench and maggots.

Just drive away the Jin soldiers, everyone said so. There has been no famine or chaos in other provinces this year. As long as the Jin soldiers retreat, a steady stream of rice will be transported to Beijing, and everyone will be able to eat.

.If things continue like this, it is expected that the officials and princes will not be able to bear it, right? This is the capital!

The officials really couldn't stand it any longer. So on the 30th day of the eleventh month, the officials led their ministers out of the city to Jinying.

Three days later, the official returned to the city and wept with his officials and the people at Nanxun Gate. Then he returned to the palace and fearfully offered horses and wealth in accordance with the Jin people's requirements.
To be continued...