At night, Geng Shu came over and urged, "Mr. Wei asked you to eat."
Jiang Heng got up sadly and went to the main room. Mrs. Zhao never showed up. Jiang Heng ate dinner by himself, and his sadness was nearly half gone. He wanted to talk to his mother, but he was crying. Like that, he still went back to his room sadly.
During the second watch, someone pushed him from behind. Jiang Heng was lying facing the wall. He slept a lot during the day and couldn't sleep at night, but Geng Shu's voice said, "Get up, it's for you."
Jiang Heng turned around and suddenly saw Geng Shu holding a bunch of fried fruits in his hand, and said in surprise, "Where did it come from?"
Geng Shu said: "Stop talking nonsense, don't you want to eat?"
Jiang Heng: "Did you sneak out? Where did you get the money?"
"The boss gave it to me." Geng Shu said.
Jiang Heng had a suspicious look on his face, Geng Shu knew it when he thought about it, and he immediately became angry, saying, "You think I stole it? I never lie, the boss can't sell it all, so just give me this bunch, don't forget it!"
Geng Shu was about to throw it away when Jiang Heng said, "I believe it! I believe it!"
Jiang Heng let out a little bit of the bed and let Geng Shu sit up. He didn't eat much for dinner and was hungry, so he distributed one to Geng Shu. Geng Shu waved his hand and said, "Don't eat, eat by yourself."
So Jiang Heng began to eat those few fried fruits, but as he ate it, his heart was very bitter and he just wanted to cry.
"I want to go." Jiang Heng said.
"Go?" Geng Shu wondered.
Jiang Heng ate half of it, and was very sad for a while. Every day he was kept at home by his mother, like a bird in a cage, and he was often beaten and scolded unexpectedly, just like today.
Geng Shu seemed to understand something and said, "It's going to be a war, she's in good spirits."
"War?" Jiang Heng remembered what he saw in the afternoon, the barracks outside Xundong City.
Geng Shu thought for a while and said, "Mrs. spent a day in the government, so she must be talking about this."
Jiang Heng wanted to say that the war had nothing to do with her and herself, but if there was a war, the people in Xundong City would not be able to escape.
"You don't know?" Geng Shu said, "She is the 'Tianyue Sword' Jiang Zhao. No matter how powerful people are, they only need one sword."
"What is that?" Jiang Heng asked blankly. He had read many sage books, but he didn't know the swordsmanship in the world.
Geng Shu thought for a while and realized that Mrs. Zhao chose to hide Jiang Heng. There must be a reason for her, so he only replied, "It's nothing, just go to sleep after eating."
Jiang Heng's expression was a little lonely. He still didn't understand what his mother's martial arts and name meant. No matter how many people she could kill and how capable she was, she would still have an identity as his mother, and his troubles were real. From this grumpy mother, that's all.
"She won't let you leave the house," Geng Shu said, "because Dad has killed many people, and he is afraid that you will be captured and tortured by the enemy family."
"It's him again." Jiang Heng said helplessly.
Geng Shu's words did not have much impact on Jiang Heng, but only made him understand one thing - he was locked in this high wall, and it was his father who harmed him.
Jiang Heng pushed the remaining half of the fried fruit on top of the stick and handed it to Geng Shu. Geng Shu ate it with his hand, took the bamboo stick and said, "Sleep, I will teach you martial arts tomorrow. "
"Heaven's lover is weaker than the saint's lover..."
The next day, Jiang Heng was still reciting the bamboo slips aloud in the study. After yesterday, Mrs. Zhao seemed to be even more inhumane. She only had a cold face, holding a ruler, and stood watching Geng Shu practice the sword. As long as Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Wei were around, Geng Shu was like a mute, hardly speaking, and in the sound of Jiang Heng's chanting, he practiced carefully and repeatedly.
"Look." Geng Shu grabbed Jiang Heng's collar and let him rest on the eaves.
Jiang Heng: "Ah!"
The nest of chicks had hatched, and the six bald birds were waiting for food with their mouths open.
"The people have three problems: those who are hungry have no food, those who are cold have no clothing, and those who work hard have no rest..."
Jiang Heng finished reading "Da Chou", and then read "Fei Le", while Geng Shu was standing in the courtyard sweating profusely except for his outer robe. He held a wooden sword and was as agile as flying. He still fell to the ground in one move, and when he regained his strength after a defeat, there was already a faint momentum of a comeback.
"Pick it up!" Geng Shu dropped the plums from the tree, Jiang Heng opened his front, looked up at Geng Shu who was picking plums from a high place, and leaned to pick up the plums seriously.
"Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, and the masters of the people are also ceremonial, so this is the reason for the chaos..."
Jiang Heng looked down at the bamboo slips, while Geng Shu in the courtyard held a sword and knelt down in the light rain.
At night, Geng Shu shook Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng was in a daze, Geng Shu was sitting on the couch with his feet crossed, and took a straw to touch his nose, Jiang Heng sneezed, Geng Shu laughed unconsciously, The leaf windmill he made himself was inserted beside his pillow, he pulled up the quilt for him, got up and left.
"That's why he is also a nudity, he grows his elder brother and leaves his younger brother..."
Jiang Heng said to himself, the bamboo slips in the study were divided into east and west sides, each with dozens of rows of bookshelves. "Yin and Yang", "Name", "Miscellaneous", "Medicine", "Vertical and Horizontal", etc. Jiang Heng read one volume, then took the bamboo slips from the east side and put them on the west side shelf. Instead, put back to the east side, there are rolls of reed paper articles tied with strings.
In autumn, after the first rain:
"Are you almost recognizing the characters?" Mrs. Zhao said condescendingly.
Geng Shu bowed and did not answer. Mrs. Zhao threw a piece of silk and silk to Geng Shu and landed at his feet. It was he who left Anyang and traveled thousands of miles and mountains and rivers for more than a year. martial arts.
Geng Shu had already recognized quite a few words, and knew the number on the silk—the Black Sword Heart Art.
"Mother," Jiang Heng said hesitantly, "the book at home is almost finished, and the one that Shen is harmless is left."
Mrs. Zhao turned around, the shelves were full of books and articles, and Jiang Heng's birthday was still a month away. From the age of six to the age of nine, Jiang Heng completed the study of the Hundred Schools, a total of 1,102 chapters. Six articles per month, a total of more than 200 articles.
Mrs. Zhao sneered: "Look at your ability, the box under the shelf is opened."
Jiang Heng opened the box that Mrs. Zhao said, and it was empty, so she let Mrs. Zhao see it.
Mrs. Zhao was speechless for a while and stared at Jiang Heng in a daze.
Jiang Heng was also a little distressed. In the past three years, he has become accustomed to having unfinished books, as natural as eating and sleeping every day. Now that he has finished reading, where will he go to find new ones
Mrs. Zhao said: "Since Confucian Kong Zhongni's "The Analects of Confucius", all the scholars and hundreds of schools have silently transcribed them from beginning to end.
"Oh." Jiang Heng scratched his head, holding the last volume of the book, "Don't you start with "Poems"?"
"The voice of the extravagant," Mrs. Zhao said indifferently, "What's the use of reading three hundred poems? He is good at music and art, but he's just blind and blind." After saying that, he glanced at Geng Shu again, and remained silent. .
There was silence in the courtyard, the autumn wind blew up, and Geng Shu leaned on his sword and lowered his head to read the words on the silk.
Suddenly, Mrs. Zhao sighed softly in the autumn wind.
Geng Shu thought he had heard it wrong. When he looked up at Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao shook her head imperceptibly. When the two looked at each other, Mrs. Zhao's eyes were filled with pity.
"Why?" Mrs. Zhao frowned slightly, her puzzled expression seemed to be looking at Geng Shu, and she seemed to be looking at another person who had never left through him, and said in a low voice, "What is the purpose of learning this swordsmanship? what?"
Geng Shu opened his mouth and didn't answer, but Mrs. Zhao had already turned away.
In the late autumn season, when the courtyard was full of fallen leaves, Geng Shu's swordsmanship had become elegant and agile. In his hand, a twenty-pound wooden sword was made to swing, pick, point, and sweep like a branch.
"There are ghosts in Chu Zhinan. Spring is five hundred years old, and autumn is five hundred years old..." Jiang Heng boredly wrote.
"In ancient times, there was a great chun, and eight thousand years old was spring, and eight thousand years old was autumn." Geng Shu took his sword and stood up, looking into the study, and replied.
"Even you will memorize it." Jiang Heng could not laugh or cry.
"I'll write." Geng Shu likes to write, but he doesn't have many opportunities. Jiang Heng took the sword and waved it twice. He was a little unsteady. Geng Shu exchanged it with him and said, "You just practice what you did yesterday, splitting, stabbing, and flirting."
"How did you learn so fast?" Although Jiang Heng was not familiar with martial arts, he could feel that Geng Shu's martial arts entered the field very quickly. It had only been half a year, and one-handed swordsmanship had already made it look like it.
Geng Shu said: "My mother taught me before, but I don't understand many things. I just learned it after I learned it, and I swallowed it whole."
"Swallow the dates wholeheartedly, this idiom is used very well." Jiang Heng carried his sword and tried out the three moves that Geng Shu taught him. Geng Shu came and went, but only taught him these three moves. Well done, it seems to be pretty good.
"You originally had a good foundation, but you were delayed," Mrs. Zhao said coldly. "You have learned an unremarkable martial arts skill, but now you are still quite proud. It is really stupid to sit and watch the sky."
When Mrs. Zhao appeared in the corridor of the front yard, neither Geng Shu nor Jiang Heng noticed. Geng Shu hardly talked to Mrs. Zhao on weekdays, and she never let her hear him talking to Jiang Heng, and Mrs. Zhao ignored them. What the brother said, when he was hit right now, Geng Shu put down his pen, stepped back, got up, and stared at Mrs. Zhao distrustfully.
Jiang Heng quickly put down his sword, for fear that Mrs. Zhao would get angry. Mrs. Zhao gave her son a meaningful look, then turned around and left, leaving the courtyard full of autumn wind. Jiang Heng looked blank and looked at Geng Shu.
That night, shortly after Jiang Heng fell asleep, Geng Shu by the couch shook him a few times.
"Wake up," Geng Shu said, "someone is here."
Jiang Heng had not changed the winter quilt on his couch. It had been raining for days, and Granny Wei had not waited for a good time to dry the quilt. After a few rains in the late autumn, he felt cold and cold. "what?"
"Get up," Geng Shu said, "there's someone from your family."
Jiang Heng rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm so sleepy, it's the middle of the night, go to sleep..."
Jiang Heng pulled Geng Shu and asked him to sleep on the bed, but Geng Shu said, "Go listen to what the guests have to say, I'm afraid there is an urgent matter."
Mrs. Zhao's power is growing, and Geng Shu always has some fear of her. Although Jiang Heng is also afraid of his mother, he is not separated by a layer like Geng Shu. scold. Although he had no interest in the guests in the middle of the night, Geng Shu pushed and hugged him to get him up. He couldn't help but sneak out of the door and slipped barefoot to his mother's bedroom.
"Everyone in the world can't wait to peel off my leather drum, use Heng'er's bone as a hammer, and go to the blind man's grave to knock it for him," Mrs. Zhao's voice came from the west bedroom, still full of In a sarcastic tone, "When did someone come to sympathize with our orphans, widows and mothers?"
"Madam's words are serious," said the man's voice. "With the sword in hand, do whatever you want. Master taught us. In the final analysis, it's just three words, 'I'm happy'. What does it have to do with the world?"
"That's right," Mrs. Zhao said lightly, "so, I'm not happy about this."
The man said: "The world is so big that there is no way to hide where you move to. I'm afraid that no matter how much unwillingness there is, you will not be able to care about it in the end."
"Get out." Mrs. Zhao said coldly, "If you really care about the people, let your old man come out to kill himself with a sword, fake his hand, and pretend to be a hero? A person who deceives the world and steals fame!"
The man laughed instead.
Geng Shu followed behind Jiang Heng, the two approached the door, and heard a few words. At the end, Geng Shu led Jiang Heng to the back and dragged him to the back of the pillar. The door to the west wing was opened, and a slender figure flew out. , on the wall, turned out, and disappeared.
Jiang Heng looked dazed, but Geng Shu frowned deeply and signaled to go back quickly, and the two of them crept back to the east wing again. After a while, a figure turned out at the end of the corridor. The two of them were startled at the same time. It was Wei Wei who was holding her hands behind her back!
Jiang Heng hurriedly gestured and looked back, for fear that Granny Wei would come and catch him, but Granny Wei didn't move, just stared at the two children quietly. Geng Shu regained his senses and took Jiang Heng back to his room to sleep.
"It's so cold," Jiang Heng said, trembling even more when the cold wind blew, "Let's hug the quilt in this room and go to sleep on your couch."
"Shh." Geng Shu asked Jiang Heng to go up and lie down first, and he also got into the bed and slept with Jiang Heng under the same blanket. He didn't need to add a quilt. After a while, he miraculously warmed up. Jiang Heng rubbed Geng Shu's ankle with one foot. , I felt like he was like a stove, turned over, lay on Geng Shu's chest halfway, and fell asleep.
In the early morning of the next day, Geng Shu's body temperature was still left in the bed, and it rained again outside, making it even colder.
"Madam Wei!" Jiang Heng sat up and shouted, "I'm awake!"
Jiang Heng's daily life is very regular. At this time of the day, Granny Wei has poured hot water in, but no matter how much she shouts today, she doesn't move.
"Madam Wei!" Jiang Heng shouted again, looking around, and said to himself, "Where's the person?"
Geng Shu was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, and when he heard Jiang Heng shouting, he put down his sword and told him to go back to his room to sit and say, "You wait for me." Then he went out to get cold water, and took the pot to add hot water. Wait for him to wash up.
"Where's Granny Wei?"
"I don't know." Geng Shu replied, "Will you braid your hair?"
"Just tie it up." Jiang Heng looked in the mirror, Geng Shu didn't know how to braid his hair, so he casually tied it up, straightened it out and tied it behind his head. Jiang Heng and Geng Shu are both half-aged children. At the beginning of the year, they were not too different in size. After half a year, Geng Shu swished up like bamboo shoots, and he was taller than him, and he looked more like a teenager.
Jiang Heng found that Geng Shu had grown so tall, and said, "Why are you growing so fast?"
"You will also grow in two years." Geng Shu straightened Jiang Heng's hair, tied it with a red rope, and said, "Okay."
"Mother!" Jiang Heng went to the main room first, Mrs. Zhao was not there, and then went to the bedroom, but no one was there.
There is warm rice porridge in front of the stove, and there are four kinds of side dishes, two fish and fried meatballs in the food box. Geng Shu glanced at it and said, "Breakfast left by Mrs. Wei." He lifted the lid of the pot again, glanced inside, and said, "Lunch and dinner are also available."
"Are they all gone?" Jiang Heng was a little excited. Mother and Granny Wei actually went out. They didn't say a word when they got up in the morning. They immediately brought the food box, scooped up the porridge, and said, "Let's go to the main room to eat."
Geng Shu: "No..."
"Come on." Jiang Heng brought Geng Shu's breakfast in, and set up two small cases, but Geng Shu couldn't resist, so they used it together.
"Did they go to the government office?" Jiang Heng knew that the only place his mother would go was the government office, and she would also buy something while passing by the market.
"I don't think so." Geng Shu replied.
As long as Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Wei were not at home, Geng Shu said more and said to Jiang Heng, "Go and study."
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Finally, no one at home, only the two of them, what books to read! It is impossible for Jiang Heng to read, and he absolutely does not want to read today, not to mention that he has finished reading the book, and he is picking up the old Zhuang Kong Han's scum and chewing it over and over again.
Geng Shu said: "Then wait for me to finish practicing the sword first."
"Stop practicing..."
"No." Geng Shu said concisely, and took the food box and bowl to wash. Jiang Heng had already climbed the wall, and Geng Shu rolled up his sleeves and sat down by the well, saying, "The wall is slippery!"
Jiang Heng said, "Don't worry about me, just fall and forget it."
Geng Shu: "..."
Geng Shu had to put down the tableware and come up to look at him. Jiang Heng has been taught by Geng Shu to not be afraid of climbing at all. Compared with half a year ago, he looks different. Geng Shu hurriedly said, "Be careful!"
"What's going on outside?" Jiang Heng finally found that today outside the high wall has really changed: it wasn't because of the rain. The market was in chaos. Busy out of the box, is stacking on the car.
Outside the city, horse-repelling stakes were erected, trenches were dug, and soldiers were everywhere on horseback.
Jiang Heng watched this scene in a daze, but Geng Shu first took off his belt and tied himself and Jiang Heng firmly together to prevent him from slipping on the high wall.
"We're going to fight?" Jiang Heng hasn't climbed the wall for nearly half a month. Now, as far as he can see, there is a scene of chaos in Xundong City.
"En." Geng Shu glanced at him and said, "Have you seen enough? Sit down and watch slowly."
"Where's Mother and Granny Wei?" Jiang Heng suddenly panicked, and looked down at Geng Shu, but Geng Shu was in a good mood.