The lively New Year has finally passed, and after the beginning of spring, things in the Prime Minister's Mansion have been busy again.

Spring, the beginning of the new year, the season of the germination of all things, for the people in the prime minister's house, they need to be busy, and there is still the old knot of the past year. The disaster relief work is not finished, for example, today the south and the north are still submerged in a blank of snow, and everything that should be done has been done, and the rest is still up to the free play of officials in various places.

As the snow melts, the data collected from various places does not make people feel optimistic and happy. But for the rest of the minister's office, there is still a considerable amount of enthusiasm in formulating plans and goals for the new year. After all, this is the attitude of doing practical things, and the past has passed, so that it will not be indulged in introspection and stop doing things.

Recently, for Ning Yi, it was a relatively complicated and stagnant time. On the one hand, during the New Year's holiday, getting along with my family, and visiting each other with Yao Zunian, Ji Kun, Wenren, and the Wang family, I always smiled a lot when I was busy. The various planning prospects in the Prime Minister's Mansion are also familiar to him, at least in terms of various digital orders, there is no one in the Prime Minister's Mansion who can compare to him. On the other hand, he was in the interval, thinking about what was going to happen next, but he was a little undecided.

Zhang Jue's death was a heavy blow to everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it was only heavy. They couldn't empathize with the thoughts in Ning Yi's heart, and Ning Yi couldn't say that he felt that the Wu Dynasty was going to die, because the logic that composed this result was still insufficient. In the eyes of everyone, since Zhang Jue is dead. Next, the investment of the Northland will become more critical, and in any case, we still have to hold up the rest of the shelves - this is right. Including Qin Siyuan, after a short period of depression, he returned to his busy business state, and did not let the frustration affect him too much.

Ning Yi is also uncertain about the outcome of this matter, there are still many things that can be done, but for him, it is not this mood that is more troublesome. Rather, as a modern person. He'd been in that position again. There is a limited tolerance for certain things, for certain stupidity. But the crazy enterprising idea of "rather thinking about progress, not thinking about stopping" has become distant for him.

in front of him. There are different forks in the road. He hadn't been able to see it clearly. Or maybe there is no opportunity or motivation yet. Prompted him to make a decision.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, in addition to the day-to-day business, it can make everyone more excited. Probably the books annotated by Qin Siyuan. The prototype of science aroused great interest from Yao Zunian and others, and after the monk Jueming returned, he also regarded it as a treasure. For Ning Yi, he can also understand that it is indeed a treasure, but his feeling about this book is different from others.

After all, Ning Yi understood the general path of the development of science and even many studies in the future, and Ning Yi had respect in his heart for Qin Siyuan to come up with this set of science things. If possible, Ning Yi hopes that it can survive and continue to develop in the collision of people's ideas. But Ning Yi didn't have the idea of research, academic research, he didn't have this mood, as for the rules and regulations that were derived, Ning Yi himself was too influenced by modern management, and also by many modern liberalism. Ning Yi was willing to protect it, but if he studied it and carried it forward, it would be avoided.

In his heart, there is a certain difference between the expectations of people and society and the expectations of science, and this difference may not be much different from science-all philosophies in the world actually have something in common - even in later generations, Ning Yi believes that the emergence of new social philosophy should also be based on the Confucian knowledge of science and mind, and the changes can be great, even great, but it is pure stupidity to overthrow.

Since he is not such an academic researcher, his own three views have been stabilized. In the final analysis, Ning Yi only appreciates this, and admires the wisdom of an old man for social reflection and inquiry, but by extension, he does not participate in it.

The opportunity appeared in February of this year, and when it appeared, Ning Yi never imagined that there would be such a piece of news in front of him.

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On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head.

In the capital, the snow is melting, and everything is beginning to sprout. Recently, the data on the death of a large number of people in the disaster areas collected from various places is depressing, and the number of people who died of starvation in the best case was expected to be about 50,000, excluding those who froze to death in various places, has now exceeded the standard - even though the statistics in various places are still vague at this time, this conclusion can still be obtained. Especially on Jinghu South Road after Lin Chaoting's death, more than 18,000 people can be classified as starving to death along this road alone.

However, if we compare the scale and severity of this famine with the data of previous famine years, the overall relief effort can be said to have been unprecedentedly successful. It's just that this success is also a bit silent.

Hearing this, Ning Yi is not in a very good mood recently, he seems to be thinking about something other than official business, and sometimes, he will behave absent-mindedly. At first, he thought that the other party's depression was due to disaster relief, but Ning Yi was very indifferent to the fact that the disaster relief results did not reach the ideal state:

"The most ideal result, of course, can only be achieved when everything is in place, and after Lord Lin died, he understood that it was impossible for this matter to meet expectations, and ...... This is also the first time I have given relief to such a thing, and all the estimates, although there are data, most of them are taken for granted...... Anyway, I did my best. ”

Ning Yi would say this and throw some depressing numbers into the drawer, but the indifference and coldness on his face made people feel as if he was moving other thoughts. That is, on the morning of February 2, when he walked through the study where Ning Yi was working, he saw Ning Yi standing there with his back against the desk, I don't know what Lu Dao was thinking, and when half an hour passed, Ning Yi was still standing like that, with his back to the door, and his two hands on the edge of the table. Hearing this, he walked in: "Liheng, what do you want?" ”

Ning Yi looked back at him, his eyes filled with prudence as if he were a stranger. It's like looking at something...... Something that is not realistic. That kind of Ning Yi who can't talk about friendliness in his eyes, and knows everyone else. Always calm, funny and decisive, he has never seen such a look in Ning Yi's eyes. Ning Yi tilted his head to look at him for a while, stretched out a hand, and nodded at him, and then, he gradually showed a smile, grabbed a piece of paper from his hand, and slapped it on the table: "You, look at this." ”

It was a piece of information from the north that had been sent by the Secret Investigation Division, and Wen Renji took it and looked at it. It was a piece of information about the death of Yelu Dashi, the general of the Liao State. Wen Ren Fuji has already seen it: "What's wrong? ”

Ning Yi sat on the chair and didn't speak, so he looked at it again: "I know that Yelu Dashi is also a masterpiece of a generation, but after he left. After all, there are not many people to bring with them...... This beggar department. It has been some time since it rose on the steppe. Belch...... Is it difficult for Liheng to want to support this ...... Is it only a pound * Temujin will fight with the golden man again? That's a good idea......"

Ning Yi looked at him, and after a while, he laughed: "Raising tigers is a problem...... It's enough to have a tiger...... How can this one be raised. Belch. I...... There are some other things that come to mind, and I'll tell you when I think about them. This one...... Give it to me first. ”

Wen Ren Fuji gave him the information: "Is there really anything wrong? ”

"It's fine." Ning Yi replied without sincerity, Wen Ren left the room, waited a little, and heard Ning Yi's voice inside as if he was whispering: "Fuck...... How could there be such a thing...... This is fake, right...... Fuck, kidding...... It's too messy......"

Wen Ren rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and walked away in confusion.

In the middle of the room, Ning Yi sat on a chair, looked at the information, and then stood up directly and placed it on the table in front of him. His expression was a little illusory and funny at first, and it felt like someone was making a bad joke in this world, but gradually, his gaze began to become fierce and serious, and his brows gradually frowned.

It's only a catty. Temujin!

Genghis Khan......

This is a name that is a hundred times more ferocious than Wanyan Aguta, and people say that they support him...... In the past, this name led the Mongols on the steppe to conquer the east and west, wiped out the entire Han people halfway, and the territory of the huge empire went as far as Europe, leaving a psychological shadow on the Europeans, and until the twentieth century, they called the Orientals "Yellow Peril". And this was not a Chinese glory from the beginning, for that era, the Mongol invasion of the Song Dynasty was a clear carriage and horses, dignified and devastating invasion, more complete than the later Japanese invasion of China, later generations said that the Mongols have been part of the Chinese nation since ancient times, but they were assimilated by Confucian culture after everyone found a way to put gold on their faces...... Support......

He looked at the name for a long time—I don't know how long it had been—and then the expression on his face gradually became quiet and indifferent, and he pressed his hands to his knees, and for a moment his eyes showed the bloodlust and ferocity that he had only had in the moment before the beast devoured people, and that look flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and opened the drawer, took out a stack of papers that had been placed on the top of the drawer, tore it with his hand, and threw it into the wooden basket next to him that contained the garbage.

That's some of his recent adjustment plans for Zhuji, but ...... It's too shallow, after all.

Standing up, his fingers tapped slowly on the table, then took a breath and pulled the information back into the drawer. When he walked out of the door, it was the afternoon sun, and when he walked out of the yard, someone greeted him, he smiled and patted the other party's shoulder, but the footsteps did not stop: "I'll go back first." ”

When he arrived at the side courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he got into the carriage, and when the curtain was lowered, his contemplative face was hidden in a darkness.

The convoy left the Prime Minister's Mansion and went all the way. At some point, the convoy stopped abruptly, and on the street, the shouting of killing suddenly started, and someone shouted: "Get rid of the demons." ”

"Kill this adversary—"

"Where is he—"

The wind lifted the curtain slightly, and the confrontation between the assassins and the guards began. Ning Yi pondered this somewhat absurd and somewhat serious fact in the carriage, and his fingers tapped on the seat on one side. It wasn't until a certain moment that two hooked claws abruptly hooked into the opposite carriage, and with a bang, the walls and roof of the car were pulled apart, and he sat there and saw the scene on the road ahead.

Someone shouted, "Beware—"

Something, shooting in front of the field of vision, Ning Yi looked at the point of light, did not dodge, and shot a crossbow arrow into the wall of the car on the side of his head. A big man roared in front of him.

It is not the first time that the assassination of Ning Yi in the rivers and lakes that broke out in the capital. This time it was also a group of well-known masters in the rivers and lakes, and the person who rushed up directly was Park Tianlong, who was known as the Lingnan tyrant, and he coaxed him down, and his voice was like a tiger's roar. The notoriety of the demons spread throughout the green forest during this period of time, so that he did not dare to look down on it. And in front of him, the indifferent-looking scholar had already met him, and with a big punch, he slammed into the door.

Blood spilled into the sky, with the sound of broken bones, and the six internal forces that were transported to the extreme made a thunderous explosion. The whole body of the potross flew out of the rear. fell out of the balance, and it is still rolling. In the midst of the battle, the demon with a calm and indifferent expression had already stepped out of the carriage and walked towards Park Tianweng. Not far away, someone came galloping. It was a woman in her forties. Eight steps rushed through the blockade of the guards, and the next moment, the left hand of the demon was slightly raised to the side. There was a loud thud mixed with flames. The billowing iron sand rushed straight into her lower abdomen, stopping and falling her whole body in the air, and her flesh and blood flew sideways.

The demon fired, but his footsteps did not stop, but in his right hand he drew a strangely shaped saber. Park Tianweng got up from the ground, retreated, he waved a steel knife picked up on the ground, and handed two knives to the other party, but the other party almost did not stop, the sword technique smashed the opponent's blade away, the second knife cut his wrist, the third knife slashed at his shoulder, the fourth slashed his forehead, puff a few times, his chest, lower abdomen, and thighs continued to fly out of blood as he retreated, until he fell to the ground, and in the eyes where the blood was rampant, he saw the indifferent eyes looking at him condescendingly, The short gun on his left hand was replaced, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him, a large circular black hole.

"The disaster is almost over, and you still don't stop......"

There was another bang, and something exploded like a watermelon.

Zhu Biao leaned over with a spear and was a little surprised: "Although...... You have two strokes...... Why does it suddenly seem to be a lot more powerful? ”

"When I think of some things, I don't have any scruples, of course people are amazing......"

"Really?" Zhu Biao blinked, "You didn't have any scruples before." ”

"Anyway, I'm almost invincible in the world, just know the way, don't spread the word......" Ning Yi laughed, and then became a little tired, "I want to hurry up...... Go home and see. ”

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All the way back home, when the carriage entered the yard, the bloody gas on his body had not disappeared, Ning Yi stood in the backyard and looked, the tables and chairs, houses, trees, and walls in the yard, thought about it, and then stepped in, in the side yard, Xiaochan and Ning Xi jumped over, probably saw the blood stains on his body, a little worried, and was about to check, she and Ning Xi were hugged by Ning Yi. After going on like this for a while, Xiaochan thought that Ning Yi was injured: "Xianggong, what's wrong with you, what's wrong...... Let me see......" The child was a little unaccustomed to the bloody smell on his father's body, so he turned his head and said: "Daddy, stinky, stinky ......" Ning Yi smiled and pasted it on his face.

"It's fine." He hugged Xiaochan tighter, let her head rest on his shoulder, and after a while, he said, "Xiaochan, do you remember the first time we met...... I was smashed by a brick, and when I first woke up, what was I like? ”

"I can't remember." Xiaochan replied, and then said, "Actually...... Xianggong was a little fierce at that time, uncle...... I was hurt, and I wanted to get out, and then I was murdered...... I'm a little scared. ”

"Huh." Ning Yi patted her, "Don't worry, I'm fine." It's just that...... Something comes to mind. ”

Let go of the doubtful Xiaochan and her crying son, Ning Yi walked inside, in the bedroom, Tan'er was writing something on the table, seeing Ning Yi coming in, there were still blood stains on his body, and hurriedly greeted him: "Xianggong ......" Before he finished speaking, he was also picked up by Ning Yi, walked inside, and finally pressed on the bed. Ning Yi lay on her body and startled her: "Xianggong, what's wrong with you?" What's wrong with you......" She thought Ning Yi was injured in the back, and pulled to see it. Ning Yi held her face with both hands, stared at it and said with a smile: "It's okay." Don't move. ”

"Uh...... You...... You're hurt......"

Looking at each other, Tan'er was still a little flustered, but gradually became confused. Ning Yi looked at her for a while, then reached out to touch her eyes, nose, and lips, and then rested his head on her neck and sniffed for a while.

"Xianggong, what's wrong...... Tan'er asked softly.

"Something happened." Ning Yi was still lying on his stomach, "I was assassinated on the way back, but it wasn't this ...... the main thing."

"Those guys, for disaster relief...... I heard about ......"

"Not really." Ning Yi was silent for a moment, "Now, Tan'er, what if...... Just this month, I married Yunzhu into the door...... And Jin'er, you ......"

He hesitated, but Tan'er laughed softly, "You have finally made a decision." Everyone is waiting......" This is her pretending to be open-minded laughing, but she has been mentally prepared for a long time, and it is not too tasteful.

"In addition, after the matter is settled here, I will take the time to go to Luliang Mountain."

Tan'er frowned at this time, and after a while, her expression was complicated, and she hit him with difficulty with her hand: "You are not afraid...... The body collapsed......"

"Haha......ha It's not like that. Ning Yi laughed for a while and said, "Juan'er, find someone to get some hot water for me, I want to wash it...... There was blood on the body. ”

Outside the door, Juan'er, who was listening to the corner, replied timidly: "Oh. Then he ran away.

Ning Yi sat up, Tan'er, who had taken off her restraints, could tidy up her clothes, and she looked at Ning Yi suspiciously. She also understands that Ning Yi's character must have encountered something other than the private affairs of her children, so that such an abnormality would occur.

Ning Yi thought for a while: "I used to ...... Always a little bit reluctant to do long-term things......"

“…… Belch? Tan'er didn't understand.

"That's because I always want to do it to a certain extent and walk away." He sighed, "But now it seems that there are some things that there is no way back. After all...... Such a ridiculous thing......"

"I—I don't understand."

Ning Yi didn't answer again, grabbed her hand and patted it, then patted it again, and smiled at her, and in his smile, it had become warm and kind: "In short, you have to go with me." ”

Tan'er looked at him: "We...... It's a husband and wife. ”

In the doubtful but somewhat heartfelt eyes, some things have been finalized. At this time, the sunlight is shining obliquely through the open door, and the air has a slight chill unique to spring......

February, the second day of the new year.

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Clear and bright.

Li Pin walked up the hillside outside Taiyuan City, looking at the graves in the wilderness and the cigarettes lit when mourning his relatives.

At the edge of the woods in another place, a man named Cheng Zhouhai, dressed in a blue robe, knelt down on the grass and bowed three times in the direction he had chosen, to those who had died in the famine. Accompanied by him, there was only the coldness of spring, and there were no witnesses.

At the dock, the master embarked on the journey with the big ship that was difficult to return. Looking at the cities, tidal flats, and docks in the distance, tears flowed from her eyes. In this winter, she felt feelings that she had never felt before, dead people, those ...... They desperately didn't want them to die, but the people who still died stayed on the land.

The small-scale famine continues, and it will continue until the new year's grain harvest finally arrives, and in the meantime, people will die one after another. The price of grain has remained at 8 taels and 1 stone, no longer rising, but it is still three times that of normal days.

She had to go back.

Staying, more is just helpless.

She was eager to go back and tell some people what she had seen.

The wind ruffled her hair on the boat.

Every year, the wind blows from spring, to summer, to autumn, to winter, and never stops. It blows away time, blows the rings of old age, blows youth to maturity, blows adulthood to aging, and then blows that the old people have to leave the seeds of their wisdom and hope to pass on to the next generation of children. People live, rest, and pass on the earth in this way.

This is a new year, people in the spring breeze, feel the new year's singing and dancing, in the court, groups of people are in high spirits, planning a long-term map, the north is still war, non-stop war, in the beacon smoke, alternating the prosperous sun and ominous afterglow.

This is the spring of the twelfth year of Jinghan of the Wu Dynasty.

The world is peaceful. (To be continued......)

PS: The fifth episode of "The Feast" is over.

There will be a summary later.