Chapter 18: Lord Father Yan

Amid the howlings of the Huns, Ruo Houchan took out the Hu Ba, put it on his lips and started to blew it.

Hu Zi is a musical instrument of nomadic peoples. It has a long history and is one of the few instruments in the Huns at that time. It is made of reeds, with a tube body, a spring, and three holes. Its sound is very sad and heartbreaking.

"Eighteen Beats of Hu Zi" tells how sad Hu Zi is.

As soon as he blew, the wizards took out the hushi and blew it up with his beat, giving the last song to these dead old and weak.

The cold wind whimpered, the Hu roared, the Hu roared, the Hu roared, but the sound of the sad and depressed wind...

Chang'an is covered with snow and covered with silver, adding a little beauty and a little majestic spirit.

The cold wind whistled, the snow was three inches on the ground, and the weather was particularly cold. However, it could not extinguish the enthusiasm of the people of Chang'an. They walked in groups of three or five on the streets, chatting and laughing from time to time, shopping for goods, and preparing for the New Year.

Among the crowd, there was a cold scholar who had pine hair and thin clothes. There were many holes in his deep gauze. It was Zhufu Yan. The cold wind blew on his body, as if a knife was cut. Zhufu Yan couldn't help but shivered.

Since he was driven out of the store, Master Yan had no relatives and had nowhere to go, so he could only wander on the street. When he was hungry, he asked for food vendors. Sometimes he would meet kind-hearted vendors and give some food. More of it attracted the attention and scolding, and treated him as a beggar who begs for food.

How sad it would be for a generation of famous scholars who possessed the talent of the country to be so down.

If someone else had changed, he would have been very frightened when he encountered such a situation. The Lord's Father Yan was not only not panicked, but was very calm. In this way, he walked around the streets of Chang'an, and had a full meal.

After wandering around, he accidentally came to the front of King Liang's mansion. At that time, several soldiers were talking about it, saying that King Liang sent someone to draw his figures and sent people to find him in Chang'an.

He is in trouble. If he doesn't solve the problem of food and clothing, he will be at risk of starvation. What is the most terrible? It's the most terrifying thing that everyone has to eat.

If someone else had changed, he would have to go straight to the Liang Palace and defected to the Liang King. However, the master Yan shook his head and went straight, without any intention of defecting to the Liang King.

After being so poor for several days, Master Yan became like this.

There was a small vendor selling food on the street, shouting loudly. The master Yan's stomach made a fuss. He was so hungry that he was behind his back. He quickly walked over and clasped his fists at the vendor: "Can you give me some food?"

"You stinky beggar, get out!" When the vendor saw the image of Master Yan, he treated him as a beggar, and was very angry.

"If you give me a meal, I will be grateful." Master Yan gave another tribute.

"If you don't leave, will you beg for a beating?" The vendor was even more disdainful: "Go away, go away!"

He was very impatient. If he continued to talk, he would just be humiliated. The master Yan had to sue him and leave quickly. The vendor even broke his back and said, and he was extremely despised.

As he walked, Master Yan put his right hand on the cloth bag around his waist. The cloth bag was bulging and there was a book inside, which was thrown away by the store owner. He picked up the bamboo slips again. This was his only luggage.

Master Yan stopped, frowning tightly, as if thinking about something. After a long time, he sighed, shook his head, left the cloth bag with his right hand, and walked forward again.

From time to time, I met a vendor who came forward to ask for food, but I was very lucky and didn't get it at all. Soon, it was dark and there were fewer pedestrians on the street. The master's father had not entered the rice and had to walk alone on the street.

The cold wind blew, as if a knife was cutting flesh, and the master couldn't stop trembling.

It was late at night on the street, and every household was closed, and no one was seen on the street. The wind and snow were so strong that if there was no place to avoid it, it would be possible to freeze to death.

As the cold and hungry, Master Yan's forehead was sweating profusely, and he was shaking his way, and his eyes were a little dark. I don't know how long he could last.

There is a large mansion there, which covers a large area. It's just too late at night, and the door is closed and no one has left. No one is holding the door just in time. I can squat outside the door for a night, but I'm so cold on the street.

The master Yan staggered towards the courtyard, and came close to him. He saw clearly with the door lamp hanging high above the gate. There was a plaque on the gate, with four large characters with flying dragons and flying phoenixes and vigorous brushwork.

The first one is the word "po", the second one is the word "lu". Before the third one is recognized, the master Yan could no longer hold on. He fell to the ground and fainted.

Before fainting, Master Yan's last thought: I miss my Master Yan, who takes it as his mission to save the world and the people, has been studying abroad for decades, and has traveled all over the country. He knows the customs and people of the Han Dynasty, and is well aware of the accumulated problems of the Han Dynasty, but he ends up dying of starvation. He is unwilling to give up, unwilling to give up!

The wind and snow were mixed, and the snowflakes were flying. The Lord's body covered the snow and slowly turned into a snowman.

Under the door lamp, Master Yan was just a matter of rising up on the street.

The sky is filled with five drums, and the night is low. It is still a while before dawn. The vermilion gate opened. Several soldiers wearing armor and carrying Han swords on their waists walked out, led by Shi Chang and stood on both sides of the gate.

"What is this?" A soldier's eyes were sharp and he found a bunch of things bulging on the ground.

"How come it looks like a human? It's not a human being, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense! It's New Year soon, say some good things and make a happy ending."

"Go and see, what's it?"

"If any abandoned thing is returned, otherwise the commander will punish you, and that is not a joke."

A few soldiers were talking, and quickly stepped up. One soldier kicked the bulge with his feet, without any movement. He squatted down and pulled the snow apart, revealing a piece of clothing. The soldiers exclaimed: "It's a human! It's a human!"

Several soldiers took action together and pulled Master Yan out of the snow. At this time, Master Yan's body was stiff, like ice, and he was not angry at all.

"Are you still angry?" A soldier stretched out his hand and went to explore the Lord's Father Yan's breath, but there was no movement.

"I'm so angry." The soldier shook his head and felt regretful: "It's New Year soon, I'm going like this. Isn't it a pity?"

"At least I got the New Year and left again, and I was one year older." The soldier agreed with his statement.

"Come on, carry it in. Report to the Grand Marshal and give him a coffin."

"He is here, he is lucky. The general will definitely give him a coffin."

With the murmurs of several soldiers, they carried the master Yan into the mansion, into the door and placed it on the ground.

"You go to the door and I will report to the Grandmaster." Shi Chang ordered: "Cleaning it for him, so your arms are bent but your legs are curled up, like a dead dog, and it is not easy to put in a coffin."

The Lord's father Yan made a ball like that, which was not much different from a dog. Even if he got a coffin, it would not be easy to put in. He had to clean it up and straighten his limbs.

The soldier responded and began to clean up. He took the cloth bag on the waist of Master Yan and threw it on the ground, making a "bang" sound, very crisp and heavy.

Zhou Yang was practicing swordsmanship in the yard. The sword came out like the wind, making a whirring sound, and the swordsmanship was quite impressive.

Just as he was practicing, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded, Zhou Yang had good eyesight. Although the sky was not bright, he could see clearly. Liu Tie came quickly, put away his sword, and asked, "Liu Tie, are you in trouble?"

Zhou Yang practices swordsmanship and archery skills every day. If there is no major event, Liu Tie will not disturb him.

"Young Master, what should I do if I find a frozen person at the door? Please tell me." Liu Tie reported: "Do you want to get a coffin for him?"

The Han people attached great importance to the matter of coffin. Zhou Yang and his father Yan did not get along with each other, and he was frozen to death in front of the mansion. Zhou Yang made the coffin, which was a great favor.

"Okay!" Zhou Yang nodded slightly: "I'll go and have a look." The sword was put into the sheath and strode away.

Liu Tie hurriedly followed. Zhou Yang came to the door and saw that the master Yan had straightened his hands and feet for the soldiers. As soon as the coffin arrived, he could be buried.

There are bones frozen to death on the road, which is very shocking. Zhou Yangda felt sorry for him. He looked at Master Yan: "This man is a scholar, but he actually died of frozen to death. What a pity. Have you all checked?"

"Report to the Grand Marshal, I've checked it, I'm really dead." Shi Chang replied quickly.

"Put him a coffin and make a new dress."

A trace of gloom flashed across Zhou Yang's face, and he could only help this job. He accidentally saw the cloth bag on the ground, picked it up, and pinched it with his hands. It was hard, as if it was a bamboo slip. In the end, the only bamboo slip was left, which was a pity.

In addition to regret, I was a little curious. I opened the cloth bag, pulled out the bamboo slip, opened it and took a look. When my hands were loose, the bamboo slip almost fell to the ground. My face changed drastically, and my eyes were lit and I exclaimed loudly: "The world's best book!"

"The world's best book?" Liu Tie and the others couldn't understand why.

Zhou Yang was not in the mood to explain to them. He bent down and took a nap and said that he had long disappeared. It seemed that he was really dead. How could he have the most amazing book in the world be ordinary? Zhou Yang was very unwilling to accept it. He pressed his right hand on the chest of Master Yan's chest, and the hands were cold and like ice, and he was really dead.

Zhou Yang was also careful and wanted to see a trace of residual heat in his chest. Master Yan was not dead yet, so he couldn't help but feel happy: "Hurry up, raise the fire, and delay the treatment of the doctor."

"Master General..." Shi Chang was stunned and confused. Can the dead save him?

"You are so careless." Zhou Yang was a little angry and shouted loudly: "He still has a hint of warmth in his heart, and he is not dead yet, and he can still save him. Hurry!"

"Ah!" Shi Chang checked his heart with his own hands. It was as cold as ice, so why did he still have residual heat?

However, he believed in Zhou Yang's ability, so he asked the soldiers to make fire without asking. Before Zhou Yang could give him instructions, Liu Tie went to invite the doctor.

Zhou Yang asked someone to bring a mattress, put it on the ground, and put the Lord Father Yan on it. The soldiers brought the charcoal fire, but Zhou Yang thought it was not enough, so he asked the soldiers to raise a few pots and put them around, surrounding the Lord Father Yan in the middle.

There is a doctor in Zhouyang Mansion named Luo Lie who is responsible for the treatment of the mansion, which is equivalent to the current health care doctor.

Luo Lie was not tall, with a beard under his chin and a thin face. Under Liu Tie's leadership, he rushed over quickly. He kept yawning, his sleepy look on his face, probably because he was pulled from the couch by Liu Tie.

"I've met the general." Luo Lie saluted Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang waved his hand: "Show him to see if he can cure it."

Luo Lie responded and looked at it. After checking, he frowned and pondered: "Master, life and death are destined to save him. It depends on whether he is very lucky. First raise the fire and warm him up. If you come back, prescribe a few doses of medicine to replenish your body."

The Han Dynasty did not have modern medical equipment, so I could only do this in front of me. However, Zhou Yang was unwilling to accept it: "You can count on his chest and increase the calculation."

"Press your chest?" Before the Han people could master this method, Luo Lie's eyes widened.

"That's right." Zhou Yang put down the bamboo slips in his hand, came to the front of Master Yan, squatted down, pressed his hands on his chest, and pressed them down hard.

"Is this useful?" Luo Lie really didn't believe that Marshal Zhou had a skillful move to bring back his life, and that seemed to be a military strategy.

Zhou Yang was not sure whether it was useful or not. He was a slaughter of life. I hope his father will be very loyal and can save him.

"Guiguzi?"

Just as Zhou Yang pressed the chest of Master Yan, a surprise sound came from the door.

It turned out that Zhou Yang put down the bamboo slips, revealing the opening handwriting. The first three words were "Guiguzi". They were for Liu Tie and the soldiers to see. This book was known as "the world's most amazing book" at that time, and had an unprecedented impact on Chinese history.

If you ask which book has the greatest influence on Chinese history, many people will think of the Confucian classic "Spring and Autumn". The core idea of ​​Confucianism lies in "Spring and Autumn". What else can it be if it is not "Spring and Autumn"?

In fact, it is not the case. The one that has the greatest impact on Chinese history should be considered "Guiguzi".

In the long history of more than two thousand years, Confucianism was respected and unified the world school. The "Spring and Autumn Annals" as the core Confucian idea has a great influence on history. However, which dynasty and which pattern was established under the influence of "Spring and Autumn Annals"?

Looking at the history of two thousand years, none of them.

"Guiguzi" influenced an era and established a pattern. This era was the Warring States Period, and this pattern was the unified pattern created by Qin Shihuang.
To be continued...