When Xu Ping and Duan Yunjie pondered the sacrificial text, there were footsteps outside, and Xu Ping saw that Tan Hu was back, and said to Duan Yunjie: "The sacrifice has been bought, let's go." ”

Duan Yunjie nodded, cleaned up, transcribed the sacrificial text, pulled Xiuxiu, and followed Xu Ping out of the room.

Tan Hu asked a sergeant to carry the sacrifice, and he brought six more sergeants to follow all the way. Since the last incident, Tan Hu has been cautious even within the scope of Taipingzhai.

By this time the clouds were already thick, and it was about to rain.

As a result, as soon as I got out of the village, I heard a thunderclap in the sky, and the bean-sized raindrops fell without a head or face.

Turning back to the eaves, Xu Ping looked at the sky and said with a wry smile: "It is said that the thunder is loud and the rain is small, and the thunder just now shook the mountains, and it won't rain for long if you think about it." ”

No matter how long it takes, you always have to pay respects. Tan Hu sent a sergeant back to fetch the umbrella, saying that it would be good to stay for a while, and the rain gear would arrive soon.

Xiuxiu left Duan Yunjie's side and stood under the eaves, looking up at the sky obliquely, motionless. She didn't speak, her eyes seemed to be looking at a distant place, and no one knew what she was thinking.

After the rain, the sky is as if it has been washed, and it is a blue that makes people feel intoxicated. Heaven and earth are filled with fresh breath, and the summer heat that is difficult to get rid of for a while has been washed away, and the whole world seems to have been reborn.

Taiping Village has no city walls, it is surrounded by rivers on three sides, but a wall is built in the only place leading to the outside land, and there is a gate to restrict the entry and exit of people.

Not far from this walled gate, on the bank of the Zuojiang River, there is a low stone hill, the land is barren and cannot grow crops, and it has become a cemetery over time.

Liu Xiaomei is buried here, her status is already low, and the barbarians do not have the custom of returning to their hometown for burial, of course, her hometown does not have a cemetery that belongs to her, and her soul can only float in a foreign land.

The more you walk, the more desolate it becomes, and people's hearts can't help but become heavy. Xu Ping looked at the surging Zuojiang River next to him, and the weeds on the barren mountains were dotted with patches, and his mood became heavy. With the memory of his previous life, he knows more about the hardships and difficulties of the lives of these low-level characters, and also understands that he can calmly face life and death, and send blessings to people with the same fate as him at the last moment of his life, without mentioning his greatness.

This is a person who should be recorded in history more than him, a general judge in Yongzhou, and more than ordinary officials, and such a person should not be forgotten by history. It's a pity that the historian's pen will not ink on her name, and in the distant years, she will only leave her own legend.

Walking through a small hill, it is a flat land sandwiched between two mountains, the surrounding stream flows into the Zuojiang River from here, the soil brought by the stream makes this place more fertile than the surrounding area, there are dense bamboo forests, there are towering trees, there are grassy grass, and there are a few wild plantains swaying next to the bamboo forest.

Liu Xiaomei's tomb faces the river at the back of the mountain, and a pinch of new loess is particularly conspicuous in a piece of green.

Not far from the tomb, there is a big tree with two or three people hugging, under the tree sits tall Daquan, leaning on the tree, looking at the turbid Zuojiang water not far away, making a rumbling sound, running downstream.

His body was already soaked, but he didn't feel it, he only had the river in his eyes, and he only had the person in the tomb in his heart.

Xu Ping saw it from afar, and wanted to say hello, but he felt that he shouldn't destroy the tranquility here, so he softly ordered Tan Hu to call Gao Daquan and pay tribute to Liu Xiaomei together.

Tan Hu walked quickly to the bottom of the tree, got closer, and saw that Gao Daquan didn't notice him, and shouted softly: "Brother Gao, it turns out that you are here, no wonder I can't find you." ”

Gao Daquan woke up from his contemplation, turned his head to see Tan Hu, nodded and said hello. He wanted to stand up, but as if he had no strength in his body, he couldn't get up, so he had to lean against the tree helplessly.

"The officials came to pay tribute to Liu Xiaomei, and you came along."

Tan Hu said, stepped forward to help Gao Daquan up, and saw that he was soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the river, and sighed: "You have been here, it was raining just now." Xiaomei is a good person, after all, she has gone, and you don't have to toss yourself. If you live well, she will be happy underground. ”

Gao Daquan just sighed, and let Tan Hu help himself.

When I arrived at the tomb, I saw that the incense candles on the ground were messy, and the incense ash was muddy in the rain and drew strange patterns on the ground.

Early in the morning, Liu Dahu and Qiu Niangzi also came to pay tribute, plus Gao Daquan's offerings, but they didn't want to be washed away by a torrential rain, and I don't know if Liu Xiaomei enjoyed it.

Tan Hu helped Gao Daquan to stand firmly, and commanded the sergeant to set up the offering table in front of the tomb, put the incense burner, and put the incense, candles, and fruits one by one.

Gao Daquan came over to greet Xu Ping, and Xu Ping hurriedly supported him: "Between us, don't care about these vulgar etiquette." You look like you are sick, the deceased has passed away, don't be overly sad, and your body should be important. ”

"The little one understands."

Gao Daquan said that he understood, but looking at his appearance, he said that he might not be able to do it.

Xu Ping sighed secretly in his heart, this kind of thing persuasion has little effect, only after going back, let Sun Qilang and Tan Hu accompany Gao Daquan to relax, and let him come out slowly.

The offering table and offerings were arranged, Xiuxiu, who had been silent, stepped forward, carefully placed them one by one, and stood aside after finishing them, looking at Liu Xiaomei's tombstone blankly.

Lighting incense and candles, Duan Yunjie pulled Xiuxiu forward and saluted.

Xiuxiu obediently followed Duan Yunjie to salute Ruyi, but her eyes kept looking at the tombstone, as if in her heart, her little sister Liu was watching her in the tomb.

After everyone saluted, Xu Ping stepped forward to salute.

Duan Yunjie handed over the transcribed sacrificial text, and Xu Ping unfolded it and recited it in a low voice.

"In August of the ninth year of Wei Tiansheng, Dr. Taichang, Yongzhou Sugar Affairs, Yongzhou General Sentence Xu Ping, brought the four seasons of food and fruit to sacrifice Liu Xiaomei's soul in the sky.

……

Yu Yuan traveled thousands of miles, sentenced to Yongzhou, and worked hard but without success in the past four years. The place is not quiet, but there is a disaster for the lady. Lose the country, and shame the people.

……

The lady was born in the end of the micro, self-cultivation and weaving, and stood brilliantly in the world. And when there is trouble, there is not a word that touches oneself, but I hope that the people of the people will not be born slaves from now on. …… The rest of the Son of Heaven guarded a piece of land, how could he be worthy of hearing it, and dare not obey orders. In the words of the lady, the court is constitutional, and it is practiced in the locality, and there will be no place outside the law under the rule from now on.

……

The Si people are gone, but their spirits live on. The words of his deathbed will bless future generations. The virtue of a lady will always be remembered.

Woohoo is still feasting! ”

After thinking about it, Tan Hu came up and lit it and burned it, turning into a piece of flying ash. A breeze blew from the river, swirling around the grave with paper ashes.

Gao Daquan was supported by Tan Hu, standing there quietly, looking at Liu Xiaomei's tomb cigarette owl, as if he saw the face that was always smiling again, and the smile accompanied her to another world.

(This chapter makes up for the word count owed yesterday, and there is another chapter in the evening, which will be late.) I'm sorry to owe a chapter, wait until the weekend to make up for it, readers forgive me.

Liu Xiaomei's story is over, and readers can also see that this person is based on Liu Sanjie, but from the information checked, the original story should be Liu Sanmei, and the movie was changed to Sanjie. The story of Liu Sanmei is widely circulated, some details and the ending of the story are not the same, the book takes the legend of Liu Sanmei in the Zuojiang area, and the story itself is a tragic ending. I always feel that I can't get around writing about that place, maybe I'm hypocritical, but the wide circulation of this story should still say something. As for the next reform carried out by the protagonist under the rule, it should be carried out after Di Qing's expedition to the south, and the Ministry of Qu Ding was changed to a household, and the local officials were included in the jurisdiction of the village, and the local officials saw the village as the people saw the officials, which is a historical account. It is precisely because Di Qing's southern expedition brought earth-shaking changes to that place, so most of the historical memories can be traced back to Di Qing until now. Of course, history is not copied in the book, but there is always a shadow of history. ）