Chapter 95: Hero Sighs, Bfield and Tears

Wang Shouren persuaded Chi Zhongrong that the New Year was about to end, and now he can't go back to celebrate the New Year. Moreover, on New Year's Eve this year, Ganzhou City is decorated with lanterns to celebrate the peaceful and prosperous times, which is extremely lively. It's better to leave after watching the Lantern Festival.

Chi Zhongrong has been paying attention to observation in the past few days. Seeing that the officers and soldiers of each battalion have been disbanded, he secretly sent people to bribe the jailer and explore Lu Ke and others. Seeing that he was indeed carrying shackles, he was no longer suspicious, so he stayed for the Spring Festival according to what Yang Ming said.

After New Year's Eve, Chi Zhongrong came to resign again, and Yang Ming allowed him to leave on the third day of the Chinese New Year.

What Chi Zhongrong doesn't know is that he will never see the sun on the third day of the Chinese New Year again.

On the night of the second day of the lunar new year, Yang Ming arranged a banquet in Xiangfu Palace for Chi Zhongrong. The big and small thieves are grateful. They are all busy inside and outside. They are happy to kill pigs and sheep.

During the banquet, the thieves were intertwined. At the thought of seeing their long-lost relatives in a few days, they were all overjoyed. They were drunk and turned upside down.

After the banquet, the cups and plates were in a mess.

The sunset is infinitely good, but near dusk. Chi Zhongrong, who was as drunk as mud, looked through the window and saw the weeping west sinking for the last time.

I didn't know the age when I was drunk. At that time, I danced a long sword under the moon. I also saw the flowers on the sea like snow, and several rounds of spring burying withered faces.

It gradually became lively outside. Half asleep and half awake, Chi Zhongrong seemed to hear the laughter of the beautiful woman. The teenager's play began, and the lantern party began.

The outside gradually became lively, and the lights were out. Wang Shouren stood in the lobby of the governor's government gate. Thousands of trees were released in the east wind at night, and fireworks weaved the night sky into beautiful patterns.

It gradually became lively outside, and when the lights were dim, a team of dark shadows covered with stars and moons ran to Xiangfu Palace.

Chi Zhongrong woke up and was uneasy. He adjusted his sleeping position, closed his eyes again, and spread his thoughts into the distance.

Wang Shouren returned to his seat, took out a string of Buddha beads, and closed his eyes while playing with them.

The intestines are turned around, and the heart is sad, and the conductor is noisy and cuts miscellaneous bullets.

In the hazy, Chi Zhongrong seemed to hear a messy pipa sound, mixed with people's abuse and horse hissing. He tried to open his heavy eyelids, but under the moonlight, a group of people in black were slaughtering their companions with white blades.

Chi Zhongrong woke up from a dream and was full of regret, but the situation was so compelling that he could not think too much. He touched his weapon and jumped up.

The rosary in Wang Shouren's hand became faster and faster, and the lingering sound of the pipa in Chi Zhongrong's mind became more and more rapid, as if the silver bottle suddenly burst into water and burst, and the iron horse protruded the knife and gun.

Ganzhou City is destined to be sleepless tonight. The lantern fair is full of people, and the BMW car is full of joy. However, Xiangfu Palace did not bring any auspicious blessings to Chi Zhongrong. He waved weapons, cursing and rampaging. Suddenly, I only felt a cold in my chest, and a sharp blade passed through my heart.

The pipa is collected, the music suddenly stops, and the song finally disperses. A mouthful of red blood splashed on the snow-white window paper, and the Buddha beads in Wang Shouren's hand stopped.

Life is a big dream of void, Shaohua's white head, but in a flash. Chi Zhongrong, it's not that I want to kill you, but that you don't want to end well and destroy yourself, so that heaven wants to kill you. Accept your fate.

Chi Zhongrong was killed, and Wang Shouren immediately released Lu Ke, asked him to go back to deploy troops, quickly gathered the soldiers and horses in Ganzhou, arranged a team of vanguards to change into the clothes of Chi Zhongrong and others, and marched to Sanyu.

The thief soldiers scattered sand and were caught off guard and collapsed thousands of miles. Gong Fuquan of Huguang was also destroyed by the governor of Huguang. The rebellion in southern Jiangxi has calmed down since then.

Looking at the corpses all over the mountains, Wang Shouren was unhappy.

A string of bells rippled a light melody, and the sound of flowing water was mixed in the sobbing hole flute. Some low, some silence, with a little sadness. Is it nostalgia? On this hot land of China, the ruins of mythology have been annihilated. Nuwa has left her children, but only the five emperors are still worried about leaving their souls. In this land without God, prayer is already blank. Everyone, every creature, can only rely on their own strength to achieve happiness beyond fate.

Conspiracy is a road of no return. Zhan Shifu, Xie Zhishan, Lan Tianfeng, Chi Zhongrong, since they chose to embark on this road, which one did not have sufficient reasons?

Maybe just to survive, or to break free from the fetters of fate.

There is nothing wrong with it.

The biggest bet in life is yourself. It is a belief and a way of life that you dare to bet that your tomorrow will be better than today. But you have to understand one thing, that is, you can't go back on your bet.

The historical gambler, the moment he bet, the expression on his face was radiant and nervous. Once upon a time, these mountain thieves had not yet fallen into the grass. They worked hard in the fields and could only make a living. They were also ripped off by large households and bullied by the government. One day, someone came to tell them to put down the heavy hoe and go up the mountain with me, and you can get rid of this endless pain. When living like a dog becomes a luxury, resistance is the only way out. Perhaps most of them are not so strong in their sense of resistance, but the fact in front of them is that any choice is stronger than to continue to endure exploitation, not to mention that the words of the people are so powerful and inflammatory.

Don't laugh at their ignorance. They are just a group of gamblers who lost their lives. The bodies on the ground are the bet they lost.

Even if it is impossible to break free from the shackles of fate, even if the ending is already doomed, the sadness and joy in the process, everyone's smile, are all real feelings within reach.

At least, they were full of hope.

This is the truth of the Nangan Rebellion, not the official cold statistics, nor the poetic notes pretending to be literati, but the disappearance of fresh life.

It was night, and Wang Shouren wrote ten words on the paper:

It's easy to break through the mountain, but difficult to break through the heart.

In the autocratic system, the real thief system has the thief nature to make the thief and the authoritarian system live together. Since the governance of chaos in history does not follow the "law of blood remuneration" (as an example of Wu Sida, the robber "bleeds desperately for reward" to describe the example of the monarch who sacrificed his life for the world), the regime seized through the violent revolution does not have enough legitimacy to convince the public, so you can change his life, why can't I revolutionize you? The life?

However, the violent revolution cannot bring happiness to the people, but only the repetition of dictatorship. If a nation cannot learn positive compromise and elegant confrontation, it can only sink in autocracy.

The people are the foundation, the society is second, and the king is light. The vicissitudes of life, things change, two thousand years in one sentence, large and small systems have been changed countless times, and finally there is today's democratic consensus. When democracy is full of siege and blooming all over the world, some people think that human history has come to an end. In their view, liberal democracy is the end point of human ideological development and the last form of human domination. However, even so, no one can guarantee that human beings can enjoy the success of democracy and never come. Because human nature has not ended, because no system is as old as human nature, but it dies earlier than human nature. The system is not the focus. Whether it is dictatorship, democracy, or other forms, it comes from human nature.

Today, with highly developed productivity and food production, it has been able to save people around the world from famine, but there are still people who are starving. Scholars call this "institutional poverty". It is not a lack of resources, but an unfair distribution. Some people would rather pour food into the sea than take it to relieve the famine for the disaster victims. Why? Because people's superiority can only be reflected in the comparison between the rich and the poor. In order to maintain this pleasure, some people formulate various policies and terms, bribe experts and scholars to wave the flag for them. More and more people are bewitched by the rules of the game. They can't extricate themselves and get farther away from their conscience for those The artificial "dream" kills a lifetime, and even denounces it as nonsense when it sees my words. For these people who are obsessed with it, perhaps the family history of the Rothschild family can give you some tips.

It's a pity that everyone has a conscience, but many people can no longer recognize it and activate the conscience of that original state.

If the conscience cannot be aware, his people will be muddled, ignorant, deceived and deceived by others, harmed and harmed by others. His character will also become paranoid and narrow, selfish dictatorship, and eventually become a slave to desire and others, and be dizzy for a lifetime.

is the thief in my heart.

Wang Shouren calmed down the rebellion in southern Jiangxi, which had been suffering for decades, and was appointed by the imperial court as the right deputy governor of the inspector's court.

Nengchen can break the thief in the mountain, but only a sage can break the thief in his heart. Wang Shouren began to govern southern Jiangxi, teach the people, correct the folk customs, and break the thieves in his heart.

First, promulgate the Nangan Township Treaty and establish a long-term contract system for the people's autonomy;

Second, resume social studies, hire famous teachers, * educate.

For * education, Wang Shouren is obviously much more sincere than some relevant departments. Based on his childhood experience, he proposed that children's education should be poetry, etiquette and reading in three steps, and emphasized the importance of learning and entertaining according to the situation.

At this time, Wang Shouren knew something that everyone had hidden from him before, that is, the death of Xu Ai.

In addition to the war, the two apprentice often wrote letters. Yang Ming advised Xu Ai to pay attention to her health. Xu Ai said that you can come back after the war and work with us. Yang Ming said, damn it, your land is not enough for us to eat. Xu Ai said, you don't understand this. If the land is less, the tax will be less. By the way, boating in Xuanwu Lake, by the way Fishing is easy to solve.

The words are still in my ears, and the old man is gone.

Other disciples are either sensitive and studious, or intelligent, but no one can be as considerate as Xu Ai, knows him the most deeply, believes that he is the most dedicated, and can accurately and tirelessly promote the teacher. Therefore, Yang Ming shouted, "God lost me, God lost me!"

The sky is not lost.

The news of Wang Shouren in Ganzhou spread. For a while, Wang Shouren's disciples rushed here one after another when they learned the news, and perhaps they were not the only ones who came.