Chapter 96: Zhuang Sheng Mengdie--End

Some people say that this is an important turning point in the history of the Chinese nation, but we have missed a good opportunity; others say that this is the darkest era in the history of the Chinese nation, and we cannot have a good opportunity. Both sides are reasonable. Cao Muwen knew that it was difficult to distinguish himself, so he simply did not defend it.

The rebellion in Chi Zhongrong and several other provinces has been eliminated. After pacification of the rebellion, Wang Shouren also submitted a petition for the establishment of county schools. Schools have been built in places where there were no schools, and prefectures and counties have also been established in the border areas where there were no prefectures and counties. In the places that were originally uninated, they will be strengthened in education in the future. Cao Muwen doesn't know whether it is useful or not. Maybe in the future, those that have become history will still happen, but this is no longer important. If it happens, there must be a reason why it happens, so let nature take its course and follow history. This is not something that can be changed by one person. If you want to change the world, change yourself first. Cao Muwen thought so.

Now he is standing on a high ground on the bank of the Gan River, looking down at the turbulent river. Now it's the rainy season again. Cao Muwen can't even remember how long he has been here, because so many things have happened in these days that he has long been confused.

"The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes." Wang Shouren is naturally a hero and a saint. However, he is not a god. There is no God in this era.

A gust of river wind blew on Cao Muwen's face, with a fishy smell. He shook his head and began to sort out what he had experienced over the years, the people he had encountered, and his changes.

too many. He couldn't sort it out for a long time, so he decided to give up. Let's think about what has happened in the past few months.

Wang Shouren pacified the rebellion and resided in Ganzhou, presiding over the establishment of county studies and the establishment of prefectures and counties. The duties of the governor of Southern Jiangxi are different from other instructions, and short-term appointments can be lost. However, the court still kept this for him. It seems that his achievements are clear, which is also obvious to all.

Knowing that his master was in Ganzhou, and after such a big thing happened, Wang Shouren's disciples came to Ganzhou to visit Wang Shouren as much as possible. Qian Dehong, Wang Yin, and many apprentices who Cao Muwen don't know but should know their names. Wang Shouren has kept silent about Xu Ai, and naturally he no longer wants to recall those sad past events. Even saints are inevitably separated from life and death. At this point, they are just mortals.

Cao Muwen sighed and was embarrassed to disturb the gathering of other teachers and apprentices. At the request of his disciples, Wang Shouren began to lecture again in Ganzhou. In addition to these disciples, people from all over the world, officials and dignitaries, to ordinary people, came here. Wang Shouren is also unclassified and equally. In his eyes, there are only apprentices, listeners, and nothing else.

Gong Chen is still like that. There is no change. Sometimes he will also appear in the audience of Wang Shouren's public lectures. I guess he will also join in the fun. Sometimes, he drinks and chats with Cao Muwen and complains with each other. Wu Zheng and Wei Bingwen, two bastards, are a little despicable, but after all, they have appreciated and made great achievements. Generally speaking, they have been promoted again... Cao Muwen does not have the previous feeling of envy and hatred. Perhaps he has experienced these things for a long time, and his mood can more or less adapt to these changes. .

Another river wind blew, and Cao Muwen trembled. It seemed that it was still a little cold here. He is going to call home...

Coincidentally, Cao Muwen met Gong Chen, who was wandering on the street on his way back. He looked in a good mood and didn't know what had happened. Cao Muwen greeted him and walked with him as usual. At this time, Gong Chen opened his mouth and said happily, "Oh, do you know?"

"What?"

"This time Lord Wang made such a merit, and the court naturally has a reward. This time it's not as stingy as last time. Look, I only gave 20 taels of silver last time. What's the point!"

"Oh?" Cao Muwen asked curiously, so what should he give this time? Then he asked.

"It's Chi Zhongrong's 'grain warehouse', which is the place where he hides his silver treasure. Since the investigation by the army, it has been sealed. It's all things that didn't even come before Chi Zhongrong died. I don't know what's going on. Isn't this Chi Zhongrong quite generous? Why did they become stingy when it came to the crisis of the decisive battle? Instead of sending these things to boost morale, they sealed them to death? But now the court has issued an order to open the seal and divide all the treasures inside. Some of the court will take them away, but... According to reliable information, most of them should be divided among meritorious officials. Think about it, the greatest meritorious minister is naturally Gong Chen! Haha."

Cao Muwen laughed dumbly when he heard this cold joke.

"Hmm."

"All right, no kidding. Naturally, Mr. Yangming is a great hero, and naturally he has to share the big head. In fact, just now, some officers and soldiers carried several boxes to the governor's office. I didn't expect to send the reward so quickly. It seems that my husband doesn't know yet?"

"Is your husband still lecturing in the dojo?" Cao Muwen asked

"That's natural. People seem to live there these days!" Gong Chen said mockingly.

The two returned to the official office as they walked. As soon as I entered the door, I saw several handymen in the official office carrying a big box and trying to walk out, with a military commander urging beside him, which was very strange.

"What's going on?" Cao Muwen doubted.

At this time, a voice suddenly appeared on the side. Cao Muwen heard that he was a librical. He sighed and said with a little regret, "What do you think is a good thing? And the silver was automatically delivered to the door. It turned out to be a mistake!"

What! Cao Muwen was very surprised when he heard it, and he didn't know until later. The rewards mentioned by Gong Chen are indeed rewards, but not for the prince, but for the prince. Generally speaking, the officer idiot who sent the property made a big mistake and mistaked King Wang Shouren for the emperor's uncle, Prince Ning...

Naturally, punishment is inevitable. It seems that the brother's career is basically hopeless. Naturally, he didn't care about offending Wang Shouren, but he offended the emperor's uncle, the emperor's relatives, and Zhu Chenhao, the king of Ning, but suffered...

Cao Muwen is not in the mood to consider the future outcome of the officer. Because the box is very heavy, the reward of King Ning must be delivered this morning, so even if the Pegasus arrives now, it may not be too late. Cao Muwen and Gong Chen also went up to help and help. With the dead box, Cao Muwen felt very uncomfortable. But it was okay just here. At this time, suddenly, Cao Muwen felt a sharp pain in his head and was terrched! What's going on? This feeling, hasn't this kind of thing happened for several years? Cao Muwen had a splitting headache and wondered why this pain not only suddenly occurred, but also happened so violently. It seems that... At that time, Cao Muwen recalled this feeling. Although he had not had an attack for several years and had forgotten it, this box suddenly turned out to be like this.

Cao Muwen felt that he was about to have hallucinations. The scene in front of him was in a trance, and he immediately fainted.

In an instant, he fell to the ground, and the people around him were shocked and didn't know what had happened to him. At this time, the big box he was carrying suddenly turned to the ground. The box was not locked, and the contents scattered in an instant.

Cao Muwen lay on the cold ground and saw a lot of things rolling out of the box in a trance. One thing was particularly eye-catching and irregularly round, like a stone. It looked... very familiar...

After seeing it, the headache became more intense. Cao Muwen only stared at its indescribable stone for a second and fell into a deep dark abyss.

The dark abyss seems to never emerge from it again, as if it has sunk in it for hundreds of years. After such a long period of dust and darkness, the sun is over again.

When Cao Muwen woke up again, he didn't know how long he had been in a coma, because he could no longer tell where it was. The white sheets around him and the pipes inserted in his arms clearly announced that it was not the Ming Dynasty, and the electrocardiogram around him denied his previous thoughts. At this time of confusion, the rooms suddenly opened, and a presence in a white coat appeared. He looked at the patient in front of him with a surprised face... without words.

It was not until a few days later that Cao Muwen knew that he was in the hospital ward. And I have been in a coma for many years...

End.