"Squeaky Squeak"

The sound of the wheels turning resounded leisurely throughout the completely dilapidated Dongzhuang Town, and came along the country dirt road to Wendao Academy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The food is back." The villagers living in Qingyun Temple and Hanmei Academy rushed to tell each other and were elated.

"The grain is coming in." The potters who lived in Qushui Courtyard in the southwest corner of Wendao Academy raised their arms and cheered, crying with joy.

"The food has arrived." The scholars in Minglun Hall laughed and their morale was uplifted.

Jia Huan slept a little heavily in Minglun Hall, woke up to the lively laughter, opened his eyes, and sat up from the floor in confusion. A classmate came over to inform the news, "Head of the college, classmate Qiao has returned from carrying grain." The grain truck has arrived in Dongzhuang Town. ”

"Ahh Good. Good. Good. Jia Huan patted the floor, said three good words in a row, went to the courtyard to scoop water, rinse his mouth and wash his face, drank a bowl of gruel left for him, and followed the classmates of Minglun Hall to the gate of Wendao Academy.

At this time, at the entrance of Wendao Academy, the crowd was surging. Everyone is telling the people around them about the joy in their hearts, and they don't care what they say, but what is important is to vent their feelings for the rest of their lives. The floods are finally over.

Wendao Academy is located on a hill, and more than 20 bluestone steps extend down from the gate. Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo, Sha Tixue, Monk Zhiwu, Ye Jiaolang, Luo Jiaolang, Gongsun Liang, Han Xiucai, Du Hong, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie, Pang Ze, Zhang Sishui, Luo Xiangyang, Yao Wei and others all greeted the bottom of the steps.

Qiao Rusong, Wei Yang, Xu Yinglang, and Liu Yichen, who brought back food, were warmly welcomed by everyone. Everyone gathered around them and asked about the situation.

The steps were crowded with people, but they still automatically cracked a gap, allowing Jia Huan to pass through and reach the front.

Qiao Rusong looked at Jia Huan, who was holding a wooden stick, with a thin figure, a haggard expression but clear eyes, and bowed and saluted, "If Rusong fails to deliver the grain back as scheduled, please punish the head of the hospital." ”

Jia Huan smiled weakly, "Brother Qiao brought back the grain in time to relieve the predicament of the academy, and he has no merit." "There are at least twenty grain trucks in Dongzhuang Town. To see is to believe. The stone in his heart finally landed.

Xu Yinglang smiled with relief: "Brother Qiao, I just said it, the head of the courtyard will definitely not blame you." You don't have to blame yourself. ”

Jia Huan smiled and commanded softly: "Brother Luo, arrange to boil porridge." Pass the word: If you can't eat enough for a long time, you have to slow down. ”

Luo Xiangyang nodded, and the tears that had just been wiped off flowed down again, which was joyful. They finally survived.

As soon as Jia Huan arrived, he immediately became the center of the crowd, automatically took over the power, and ordered them one by one, and all the students obeyed the orders.

Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo, Sha Tixue, Zhiwu Monk, Ye Jiaolang, Luo Jiaolang, Wu Jiaolang and others are all smiling. can survive, thanks to Jia Huan's planning, he has the most sufficient qualifications to enjoy the glory of this moment.

Zhang Anbo twisted his beard and smiled: "Jia Huan, you are good at poetry, and at this time, you can write poems to remember it." ”

This is true. Everyone looked at Jia Huan with a smile. Jia Huan's poems have been circulated in the capital and have been praised countless times. If you are older, you will inevitably be called a famous poet.

Jia Huan saluted to the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, and said with a modest smile: "The disciple felt something, and he only got half of the Qinyuan Spring. Please ask the mountain commanders and division commanders to correct their axes. ”

Ye Jiaolang urged with a gentle smile, "Don't be too modest. Chant it quickly. ”

Gongsun Liang smiled warmly, "Senior Brother Jia, I'll listen to you." Everyone laughed at this. Good poetry, of course, must be listened to. Then he calmed down and waited for Jia Huan's new words.

Jia Huan's eyes flashed in front of the scenes of the flood: the flood destroyed Dongzhuang Town; The students of the college worked together to rescue the villagers, and established a civilized order during the busy six days; When the food is exhausted, life and death fight, go to Tanzhe Temple to grab food; The hope of survival came, the potters and hungry people attacked, and the night battle was a foregone conclusion; controlled the rations, waited hard, and finally Qiao Rusong brought back the food.

In Jia Huan's mind, the names of his classmates flashed: Gongsun Liang, Luo Xiangyang, Pang Ze, Qiao Rusong, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie, Zhang Sishui, Wei Yang, Xu Yinglang, Liu Yichen, Yao Wei, Du Hong.

There are also the students of the academy: eighty people in the core, and disciples in the periphery. Everybody's doing well. It was they, these enthusiastic young people, who laid the cornerstone for surviving the disaster with great enthusiasm and dedication.

Generous and intense emotions fluctuated in his heart, surging, overwhelming mountains and seas, setting off huge waves, Jia Huan chanted loudly: "

Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that there was a flood and famine, and the autumn of Xinhai. ”

After chanting, the emotions in Jia Huan's heart were released, and tiredness came like waves. The food arrived. He could finally put down his burden and rest. The power of heaven and earth is unfathomable. But man will conquer heaven! The chairman said: Fighting with the sky is endlessly fun...

Suddenly, the feeling of dizziness and dizziness hit violently, Jia Huan's eyes were dark, his thinking was fragmented, the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground, and the person was planted forward.

The mountain chief Zhang Anbo, Sha Tixue, Ye Jiaolang and others, who were about to comment on the poem, were confused by this sudden change. Immediately reacted. Qiao Rusong and Luo Xiangyang, who were standing beside Jia Huan, hurriedly hugged Jia Huan, who had fallen headlong.

In an instant, there was chaos on the steps at the entrance of the academy. Everyone rushed forward anxiously to see Jia Huan's situation.

How so?

"Jia Huan."

"Jia Yuantou."

"The head of the courtyard."

"Brother Jia."

However, at this time, Jia Huan was no longer aware of anyone, and his consciousness fell into chaos.

…

On 14 August, Qiao Rusong, Wei Yang, Xu Yinglang, and Liu Yichen, disciples of Wendao Academy, went through setbacks and transported the first batch of more than 20 wagons of about 40 stone of grain.

Subsequently, a large amount of grain was shipped in. Mr. Longjiang alone promised to donate 1,000 stone of grain, and three days later, he would send a housekeeper to escort him. Mr. Longjiang is repaying Jia Huan's favor.

But along with this good news, there was also news that made everyone in Wendao Academy sad and sad: Jia Huan, the leader and core figure of the academy's disaster relief, suddenly fainted in front of the academy.

Jia Huan did not wake up for two days in a row, and his condition was extremely critical for a while. Fortunately, Master Zhichen of Miaofeng Mountain Tan Zhe Temple is proficient in pharmacology and does his best to treat it.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed. The disaster relief system left behind by Jia Huan is operating smoothly. Food was used for relief of the victims. The post-disaster epidemic prevention work was carried out in an orderly manner. The reconstruction of Dongzhuang Town is proceeding slowly. The situation of the College is stable.

In the early morning of August 17, the morning star was still in the sky. The morning light is faint, and the seclusion between heaven and earth is indescribable. Autumn dew is cold. At the gate of Wendao Academy, the mountain chief Zhang Anbo was dressed in a stone blue crane and sent Beizhili to learn Sha Sheng.

Sha Sheng wore a green shirt and arched his hand: "Brother Boyu, stay." ”

He had already decided to set the time for the examination of the Shuntianfu Academy in the year of Xinhai for ten days later, August 27. At this time, you have to leave Wendao Academy.

Zhang Anbo sighed, looked depressed, and said, "Shuzhi is careful all the way here." ”

Master Zhichen has already woken up Jia Huan from a coma. But Jia Huan was asked to recuperate for three months. In any case, it is impossible for Jia Huan to participate in this year's Shuntianfu hospital examination. This made him feel guilty about Jia Huan in his heart.

He knew Jia Huan's thoughts very well, and he was very eager to study this year and achieve fame. According to Wentai (Ye Jiaolang), Jia Huan's situation in Jia's mansion was not good.

Sha Sheng and Zhang Anbo have a very personal relationship and have been old friends for many years. Otherwise, they wouldn't have braved the flood to come to Wendao Academy. Knowing the thoughts of his old friend, he comforted: "Brother Boyu, your disciple is a genius for poetry. That half of the spring of Qinyuan has the impassioned spirit of scholars! I have my own pattern in my heart. It will definitely spread all over the world with the disaster relief of Wendao Academy. ”

Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo sighed, "Compared to the literary name, I think he would prefer to take the hospital exam!" ”

Sha Sheng said with a smile: "Jia Xiaoyou, with a firm mind and a sharp wrist, can be superb. To tell you the truth, without the credit I have seen with my own eyes in the past few days, I would have dethroned his papers. ”

Why is that? Uncle Zhi is afraid that Shilin will slam you for promoting a prodigy? ”

Sha Sheng smiled casually, "How can I be afraid?" In fact, your disciple is extremely intelligent, if he advances in the field, he will be the minister of power one day. My heart is afraid. ”

This may seem derogatory, but it is actually a compliment. Praising a nine-year-old boy for becoming a powerful prime minister in the future is a very high evaluation of his ability. It is as if when Gu Lu of the Ming Dynasty gave the rhino belt to the 16-year-old Zhang Juzheng, he said: "Zi He will not be bound here, and he will talk about it to show Lu piety." ”

praised Zhang Juzheng for his talent.

Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo laughed heartily and said, "Today's saints are as heroic and martial as Tang Taizong, how can they be in power?" ”

Sha Sheng reminded helplessly: "Brother Boyu, be cautious!" Zhang Boyu's words are not good words to praise Emperor Yongzhi. Instead, he accused Emperor Yongzhi of slaughtering his brothers, ascending to the throne through a palace coup, and forcing his father to abdicate.

On the same day, Zhang Boyu wrote to Emperor Taishang to severely punish Emperor Yongzhi, and was degraded by Emperor Taishang to Jiangnan. He resigned in anger, which was disliked by two generations of emperors.

The mountain chief Zhang Anbo laughed, said goodbye to his old friend, and watched him go away and disappear into the morning mist.

The heavens will tell. The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track of Banqiao frost.

Sha Sheng walked through the rebuilding town of Dongzhuang, looking at the villagers living in the dilapidated houses, and the new color of the wood showed reconstruction and hope.

He was wondering if the boy would get to that point in the future.

…

At the end of August, the time of the test for the Shuncheonfu Hospital was announced. Scheduled for August 27. The great master of the school ordered the children of Shuntian Mansion and Yongping Mansion to gather in the Beijing Normal Examination.

At the same time as the news spread, there were also rumors in the capital about Jia Huan's half-Qin Yuanchun, as well as the deeds of the scholars of Wendao Academy to help the victims.

In Jia's mansion, news of Jia Huan came in. The reaction of the crowd was mixed. Aunt Zhao was at Jia Huan's residence, and Jia Huan's two big girls, Qingwen and Ruyi, cried bitterly.

Mother Jia went to the room, Mother Jia was wiping dominoes with Aunt Xue, Wang Xifeng and others, listened to the mandarin duck's message, stared for a while, and said with a little emotion: "Brother Huan'er, this child has a big life." ”

Jia Huan is the only child in Jia Province. She doesn't like Jia Huan very much in her heart, but she still has to show the fairness of everyone on the surface.

Aunt Xue joked: "With such a big credit, those officials must have made him a talent." ”

Wang Xifeng immediately felt depressed. When the third child was born, he dared to spray the old man at the door, and he didn't come back until he took the exam, and he was not allowed to turn the house over.

This topic will soon be revealed. The mandarin duck said goodbye and went out. Looking at the faint white clouds in the afternoon sky, I rejoiced in my heart, "Buddha bless." ”

The Great Flood in the West of Beijing has killed many people. Fortunately, the third master is fine. As for the third master, he is actually quite easy to speak.

In the spring room, the spring was full of joy and cried. Xue Baochai hugged Tanchun lightly and comforted her, "Third sister, it's okay, it's okay." ”

Tanchun covered his mouth and cried, nodded, and sobbed: "I'll let Qian Huai send a letter tomorrow." (To be continued.) )