Chapter 132 Anecdotes about Weishui

"You damn old Nanman, you are lazy to work, and you will beat him!" A Mongolian centurion waved his horse whip and whipped him down at an old man who was 60 years old. The old man was weak and could not do heavy work. He was so tired that he would pant and fall to the ground at any time. He would thrust him hard and hard, and he couldn't stand firmly, and he fell to the ground with his head in his arms.

Perhaps the way of heaven is unfair, God does not bless good people and makes evil people rampant. What's even more unfortunate is that a wooden board in the old man's arms fell down and hit the instep. This kind of painful pain is like adding insult to injury. The old man suffered a lot.

The Tartars were rampant and oppressing the people was numerous. Not to mention how many things would happen in a year or a day, it was not surprising that such things were commonplace in every possible way. Other people who built floating bridges under the threat of scimitar may have seen too many people, and they were already numb and indifferent, as if the old man's heart-wrenching screams did not exist. They bowed their heads to work on their own, fearing that the centurion's whip would whip them.

After a thrust, the old man was covered in bruises and blood, and he didn't even have the strength to shout. The centurion still refused to stop and waved the whip and said, "You are damn old, you want to be lazy, you have no way to go. Get up and work for me. If you can't do it well, be careful of my scimitar and give you a knife." A heavy whip was slapped around the old man's neck. The whip went around and wrapped around the old man's neck. The centurion grinned and shook his wrist. The old man flew away like a kite with broken strings, smashing heavily on the ground, making a bang.

The old man's neck was wrapped around the horse whip, and he could not breathe. His eyes turned pale, and he could only breathe without breathing. If he didn't let go, he would definitely have more death and less life. Bullying the people has always been the hobby of Mongolians. The centurion was in a hurry, so he would not spare the old man easily. He took a big step and dragged the old man to run, intending to fly a kite.

The old man was malnourished for a long time, and when he curled up, he was only as big as a larger dog, weighing only a few dozen kilograms. The centurion was tall and big. He had developed a good figure in his years of military career. He had the strength to run endlessly. The old man was dragged to fly, hitting the ground and flying in the air.

The people who built the floating bridge looked unbearable. They were frightened by the power of the Mongols and did not dare to plead for the old man, so they had to pretend that they had not seen it. Some people with a little courage could only dare to be angry but not speak out.

Torturing people is always the favorite of the Mongolians. The centurion burst into laughter, as if this was the greatest pleasure he had encountered in his life.

"Stop!" Just when the centurion was overjoyed, three big men walked by the roadside. A thick-browed man in the lead shouted loudly and walked towards the centurion with big strides.

The centurion was having fun, but unexpectedly, someone had eaten the courage of Xiong Xin and dared to come and deal with his affairs. The good mood suddenly turned into a bad mood. His eyes were staring like a copper bell. He looked at the big man and shouted, "Your damn Nanman, you dare to take care of my good things." He looked at the big man a few times and said, "It's just right. I can't find the young men to catch the civilians, so I have to catch these old men to work. Now, you come to the door yourself and save me a lot of trouble. Come on, catch me." With a wave of his hand, several Mongolian soldiers pressed their hands on the hilt of the knife and surrounded me.

The great man was fearless and did not take the aggressive Mongolian soldiers seriously. Perhaps in his eyes, the Mongolian soldiers did not exist at all, and were not even as good as an ant. He walked straight towards the centurion and said, "You Tartars, who are evil in bandits and oppressing the people, today is your end of the world."

The centurion had never encountered any of the things that dared to challenge the authority of the Mongolians, so he didn't take it seriously. He smiled and said, "Southern Barbarians, you dare to be disrespectful to the eagles on the grassland. I want you to look good." He drew out a scimitar and pointed it at the neck of the man. The Mongolian scimitar chopping technique was very famous in history. Centurion galloped on the battlefield for many years. I don't know how many times this knife technique used to chop people's necks, and I don't know how many heads they cut off. He was extremely exquisite, and his sword was as bright as a skill, which was very terrifying.

The people who built bridges saw it and sweated coldly for the man. They thought that the man must have finished it. Unexpectedly, the development of the matter was too far from their expectations. Not only did the man not finish it, but the unlucky one was the centurion. No one could see how the man did it. The scimitar in the centurion fell off, and the tip of the knife was aimed at his instep and was inserted into the instep. He tortured the old man just now, and the old man hit the instep with a wooden block, which was unstoppable. Unexpectedly, the retribution was very fast. In less than a cup of tea, the bad luck of the scimitar inserted into the pig's feet fell on him.

This is not the most satisfying thing. What makes people feel the most relieved is that the centurion covered his lower body with his hands, opened his mouth wide and panted heavily. His face turned purple due to excessive pain, so painful that he couldn't even speak. Blood dripped along the trouser's trouser's legs. After a while, it was a big stall, and there were few red and white things. It was no matter how bad the centurion had a problem in the place, and he kicked the man to the root of his life. No matter how majestic the eagle on the grassland was, he could not bear the vaginal pulling legs of the Royal Special Forces of the Song Dynasty.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several Mongolian soldiers pulled out their scimitars and came to deal with the big man. The other two big men flew up, as if a tiger had entered the flock of sheep, and they had three fists and two kicks. The Mongolian soldiers fell to the ground, holding their heads and screaming in pain, and could never get up again.

There were still many Mongolian soldiers nearby who were supervising the worker. Seeing a sudden change, they immediately surrounded him. At this moment, a group of big men suddenly rushed over and aimed at them. These big men were special forces under Xu Guanghan. Their martial arts and fighting were extremely exquisite. The Mongolian soldiers were no opponents. This was a big kill. Not long after, all the Mongolian soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

The leading man said to the common people: "Friends: We are special forces of the Song Dynasty, and we are here to rescue you. The court has been fighting back, and your miserable days are over! In the future, you don't have to be bullied by the Tartars anymore, you can be honest!" Pointing to the centurion on the ground, he said: "This Tartar bullies the old man, now, he will put him on the spot to serve as a warning to others."

A special force soldier pointed the musket at the centurion's head and said, "Tartars, did you think of today when you did evil? Evil will be punished, not that it is not that the time has not come, but that it is your retribution." A gunshot sounded, and a tent of blood flashed. The centurion's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and blood and snow-white brain splashed everywhere.

In this way, the people who were still hesitating would hesitate and shouted, "The court is back! Our hard days are over!" They rushed up like a swarm, punched and kicked the Mongolian soldiers lying on the ground, picked up stones and wooden blocks and smashed them hard. After they vented their anger, there were a lot of blood-seeking mud on the ground, and they placed softly on the ground.

Under the arrangement of the special forces, the people left with the old man on their backs. The bridge building scene was filled with the rough roars of Mongolian soldiers, and the screams of the people returned to calm again. The special forces took out explosive bags and put them in, ignited the fuse. With a shocking sound, a huge wave surged up into the sky, and the floating bridge built on the Wei River was destroyed by the special forces.

The waves are shimmering, the water surface is as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of waves, the Wei River, the foundation-founded river of Chinese civilization, is as calm as ever. The sun is hanging in the air, and the soft sunlight is sprinkling on the water surface, making it even more golden and green, indescribable beauty. The breeze blows and ripples, making this ancient river more energetic.

At the return water, a big man sat on a stone, wearing a hat and a straw raincoat, the fishing rod in his hand was stretched straight, the fishing line was soaked in the water, and was fishing. This person was nothing but Shi Tianze. If he didn't understand his identity, after seeing his outfit, he would definitely think he was a real fisherman, and he would not have thought that he was a famous Mongolian general holding heavy troops.

Of course, no one would have thought that if Zhao Liangchun had not let him go, he would have been a prisoner of the Southern Song Dynasty.

A burst of rapid footsteps sounded, and a personal soldier rushed over quickly and reported in panting: "Master, big things are not going well, big things are not going well."

Shi Tianze seemed not to hear the anxious mood in the words of his personal soldiers, and asked lightly: "What's the matter? If you have something to do, say it, go away if you have nothing to do, don't disturb me from fishing."

"Master, it's time now, you're still in the mood to fish, really." The personal soldier stomped his feet and complained, saying, "Master, I just received the news that our floating bridge on the Wei River destroyed the special forces of the Southern Dynasty."

If Guo Kan's army wants to fight against Li Jun's army, it must cross the Wei River. The floating bridge on the Wei River is extremely important. Shi Tianze spent a lot of effort to build this floating bridge. It was about to be built, but he didn't expect it to be destroyed by the special forces. This is a very urgent military situation. It is impossible to have the personal soldiers not rush.

As the personal soldiers thought, Shi Tianze would jump up when he heard this news and would ask him if it was true. Unexpectedly, the progress of the matter was completely beyond his expectations. Shi Tianze's reaction was only three words: "I know." He said it very plainly, without even raising his head, and his eyes were staring at the fishing line in the water, as if it was a treasure, a hundred times more important than the destruction of a pontoon bridge.

Shi Tianze, who has always been known for his strict military management and must deal with it, actually reacted like this. His personal soldiers could not imagine that they were so surprised that their eyes almost fell to the ground. After hesitating for a while, hesitating, he asked, "Master, that's it? You just have this reaction?"

"Then how much more can you react?" Shi Tianze was still as calm as ever, and said lightly: "Do you want me to suck you a fishing rod? If you don't leave and scare me away?"

The responsible personal soldiers not only did not receive the commendation from Shi Tianze, but were intimidated by him. It was too unexpected. The personal soldiers asked without thinking, "Master, why is this?"

Shi Tianze held the fishing rod and turned around and said, "There are no such words, so you can go away. You don't have to worry about this, just do your business well."

"Oh." The personal soldiers agreed helplessly, and just about to walk away, another burst of rapid footsteps sounded. A personal soldiers ran over panting and said from a distance: "Master, Grand Marshal, big things are not good, big things are not good."

"I must have encountered some bad news again." The first personal soldier thought so, slowed down, intending to see Shi Tianze's reaction before leaving.

Shi Tianze looked at the second person and said, "I'm fussy, like a woman. I'm talking, what's the matter?" He was so unkind that he was so upset.

"Master." The second personal soldier gasped and reported: "Master, all the civilians we caught were released to the special forces of the Southern Dynasties, and we lost a lot of manpower."

Shi Tianze waved his right hand at him, without any reaction, and said, "Go down."

"And." The second personal soldier immediately said: "Master, our camp was attacked. The special forces of the Southern Dynasties are really not something. They entered our camp to kill people, posted slogans, and still... "It was obvious that the following words were not very nice, so he stopped talking unnaturally.

Shi Tianze moved the fishing rod forward a little and said, "Speak."

"They actually set off firecrackers in the camp, saying that the Spring Festival is coming, so I wish us a New Year in advance." The second personal soldier hesitated for a moment, finally said it, muttering: "They are really in the mood to wish you New Year so early."

If the first personal soldier had not woken up quickly and covered his mouth, he would have laughed out loud. He thought to himself: "There are two months left for the Chinese New Year, and they are really too anxious. Children are looking forward to the New Year and have something delicious."

"Don't make a fuss, they just celebrate the New Year to Prime Minister Boyan. There is nothing strange about it." Shi Tianze was not surprised at all and asked, "Did you send me Spring Festival couplets?"

Li Jun gave Boyan a Spring Festival couplet, which made Boyan, who had always been extraordinary, so angry that he vomited blood on the spot, which eventually led to heart disease and eventually became ill. Shi Tianze certainly knew about this, so he asked this question.

"Spring Festival couplet?" The second personal soldier muttered, slapped his forehead, and immediately remembered something, saying: "There are no Spring Festival couplets, but there is one sentence. The words they left behind were: Chang'an Emperor Capital."

Shi Tianze savored it carefully and commented, saying, "Chang'an has been the important place of the 800-mile Qinchuan since ancient times. It is the capital of all dynasties. It was a capital here in the Han, Sui and Tang Dynasties. It was such a good sentence and had a courageous spirit." After a pause, he said, "Sui can't become an isolated sentence, so I will give him the second couplet. This is the first couplet of Weishui." He lifted up the fish hook in his hand, and exposed the fish hook. The two personal soldiers saw it, and their eyes almost fell to the ground.

Not to mention the surprise of personal soldiers, anyone would be surprised, because Shi Tianze’s fish hook is straight, not a curved hook.

"This, this, this, this, Da Zheng, can you catch fish?" The two personal soldiers were incredibly surprised and asked in unison.

Shi Tianze seemed not to see the expression of the two people being so surprised that they almost dropped their eyes on the ground. They put the hook into the water and said with a smile: "You are vulgar, too vulgar, and they are unbearable. They don't want the fish to take the hook, so they only fish for the king and the marquis."

"I don't want the fish to take the hook, so I only fish for the king and the marquis." The two personal soldiers read it and commented: "Master General, you can't even catch fish, can you still catch the king and the marquis?"

Shi Tianze didn't think about it and said confidently: "It can be, it must be." He turned his head and looked at the two personal soldiers and said: "Do you know what kind of water this is?"

"Does this still need to be asked? Of course it is the Wei River." The two personal soldiers blurted out without thinking. Shi Tianze planned to cross the Wei River to fight Li Jun. The personal soldiers did not know that this is the reason for the Wei River, so they naturally answered it in one mouthful.

Shi Tianze nodded and said, "That's right, this is the Wei River. Do you know who fishes by the Wei River?"

"Master General." The two personal soldiers answered without thinking.

Shi Tianze laughed happily and said, "It's not me, it's Jiang Taigong Jiang Ziya. He sat by the Wei River like me, fishing with a straight hook. He didn't want to fish, he just wanted to fish for the kings and princes."

Jiang Ziya was fishing by the Wei River back then. When someone saw him fishing with a straight hook, he asked him why. He replied: "I only take it in the straight, not in the curve. I don't want the fish to catch it, but only catch the king and the marquis." The people who asked him thought he was crazy and had an abnormal heart, so he didn't care at all.

It was not until King Wen of Zhou passed by the Wei River that he was fishing with a straight hook. He was very strange. He talked with him and was shocked and invited him back and became the prime minister. Only then did King Wu defeat Zhou and create the world for eight hundred years.

The two personal soldiers said with some understanding: "Wei River Taigong, Grand Marshal, this is what you are talking about."

"Yes, not exactly." Shi Tianze's words were filled with Zen, which made the two personal soldiers confused and explained: "Over the Wei River is the land of Qifeng, and Taigong's grand plan is also a place where Taigong has made great achievements. Fengming Qishan, and a hundred auspiciousness came. After crossing this river, we will arrive at Taigong's old land of Xingyi and attacking Wudao. At that time, I will take you to have a good tour."

"If there are no three or three, I dare not go to Liangshan", this is a self-proclaimed word. Similar to this, there is another sentence, "If there are no three magical sands, I dare not turn against Xiqi." This sentence means that Jiang Ziya assisted King Wu of Zhou to create the foundation of the Zhou Dynasty.

The two personal soldiers realized something and said, "Master, when they fought the Wei River and captured the Southern Dynasty emperor alive, the Master is the current Taigong."

It is true that the birthplace of Chinese civilization is the Yellow River, but the Wei River is originally 800 miles away from Qinchuan, which occupies an extremely important position in Chinese history. Zhou culture and Qin culture both developed from it, and had a profound impact on China. The influence of the Zhou Dynasty on China was mainly in terms of culture. Friends are familiar with the saying "read Confucius and Mencius books and recognize Zhou Gong's rituals". Many Confucian classics came from the Zhou Dynasty and influenced China for more than two thousand years.

The contribution of Qin State was mainly in the political structure. Qin Shihuang unified China and created a unified pattern of China. Until now, China is still a unified power. Europe, which is similar in size to China's territory, once had a history of unification, but it was divided for various reasons.

Shi Tianze fishing here does have the intention of the present. Li Jun is on the other side. If the Mongolian army crosses the Wei River, marchs into Qifeng, defeats the Song army, and captures Li Jun alive, he will really become Jiang Taigong.

Shi Tianze laughed and said happily: "There are also Taigong, not Shi Taigong, but Guo Taigong." The float sank down, and Shi Tianze said happily: "The fish is on the hook." As soon as he lifted the fishing rod, a red-tailed carp was brought out of the water, falling into the water, splashing a ball of waves, shaking his head and waving away, wandering freely.

This seems to indicate something.
Chapter completed!