Although he felt uncomfortable, as a model general with noble ethics, Yu Dayou accepted the task of staying in southern Gansu and continuing to suppress bandits. The silent return date has also come. After all, he is the Southeast Administration, not just the Governor of southern Gansu. Since the Sanchao has been pacified and his future development has a direction, he cannot follow up.

After arranging the government affairs, he quietly set off and left. He left quietly, just as he came quietly, without taking away a cloud, but leaving behind precious wealth... Although he was in southern Jiangxi for a short time, he quickly quelled the long-term rebellion in a nearly perfect way, allowing the She and Han tribes to find a way to get along harmoniously.

Since then, in the past hundred years, the southern Jiangxi region has become the main raw material production place for the printing and dyeing industry. It is proud to share the rise of the cotton and spinning industry. The people in southern Jiangxi have completely escaped from the difficult state of not filling their stomachs and not covering their clothes. After living a wealthy life, the people of Xi have not forgotten who brought them all this. In Longnan County alone, there are more than a dozen ancestral temples built for him, and the incense is endless and they are offered to them day and night...

For Chen Si, through this trip to southern Jiangxi, he had a deep understanding of how to deal with complex ethnic relations and mastered the methods and principles for solving ethnic problems, which was of great significance to his future political career.

Of course, this is all a story. The silence at this moment is walking on the long wind and snow road back to Hangzhou with his guards... This year is really strange. The newspaper said that the north has been drying early since the beginning of winter, and all the rain, snow, dew and frost are not available. However, in the south, there is a rare rain and snow, and the weather is cold and frozen. I saw the wind stirring the snow between the mountains, and the snow wraps the wind, causing a burst of thunder. Mountains, rivers, roads, and villages have all become covered snow fields. In this silver-white world, it is not like the world of the south...

The Ming Dynasty seemed to be inverted by the north and south. It loosened the dog-skin hat that was tightly pressed against its cheeks. Shen Mingchen sighed: "It's not a good sign..."

Silently nodded. Although he was not superstitious, the freezing disaster in the south and the premature affair in the north had already predicted that forty-four years of Jiajing would be a very difficult year. What's even more terrifying is that people were a little numb to this situation, because if you count it carefully, since the year of the earthquake, natural disasters have been frequent for seven or eight consecutive years. Even if the Maritime Bureau continues to transfusion blood, the Ming Dynasty's finances are still short of money, which makes people desperate.

The silent group of dozens of people continued to move in the snow. Suddenly, the sky was bright. Although the rare sun became bleak and pale, it could not bring any warmth, but the snow stopped and the vision improved a lot.

The silent mood was also relieved. He rode his horse to the hillside next to the road and looked up. He could see the beautiful rivers and mountains covered with silver. It was really magnificent. After admiring for a moment, he pointed to a town to the west and said, "What is this place?"

Then a rough voice rang out and said, "Sir, when we arrive in Yuanzhou Prefecture, this should be Fenyi County!" The answer was Hu Yong, who had already replaced Sanchi and became the new captain of the guards.

Not only him, but all the silent guards were replaced with new faces, while Sanchi and the old guards were sent to Liu Xian and Qi Jiguang's army by Chen Si. They ordered that they did not have to treat each other differently, but they just needed to start from the middle and lower-level officers, hoping that they would have a future in the future and would not be in vain for a master and servant.

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"Fenyi..." Hearing this place name, he whispered silently: "What a familiar name."

"Yes, this place name belonged to only one person for a long time." Shen Mingchen also sighed: "Even now, I can't get rid of his imprint." No one mentioned this person's name, but everyone knew who he was.

"I don't know... how he is now." Chen Si said a little lost. This name is a common resume of the officials of this year. No one wants to mention it, but no one can avoid it.

"Who knows?" Shen Mingchen shook his head and said, "Maybe he is dead, maybe he is still hanging on the sun..."

"Does he have a grandson?" Yu Yin sighed lightly. Yan Song was the only one with his two grandsons, both died and were exiled, and there were no children or grandsons around him.

"Not even together..." Shen Mingchen said leisurely: "Although Yan Fenyi is not good to the people of the world, he is still kind to his hometown. For the villagers, the elderly will not be able to make their old age miserable."

"Unknown..." Yu Yin shook his head, not very similar.

"Rather than guessing here." Chen Mo suddenly smiled, "Why don't you go over and take a look?"

"Go and see..." Yu Yin's face changed: "It's a bit inappropriate to be an adult."

"What's wrong?" Chen Shu laughed and said, "No matter what, he was once the Yuanfu of my Ming Dynasty. I passed by and visited me. Who can tell me is not?"

Obediently, Yu Yin and Shen Mingchen said intimately: Who is this? Is this the current chief minister? They knew that Chen Si was angry, but they just took revenge on Xu Jie in this way, wouldn't it be too childish?

Seeing that they were dissatisfied, I couldn't help but smile: "Are I so naive in your hearts?" He said seriously: "I went to see him, it was just a polite visit, but if I didn't go, it would not only seem unscrupulous..." He lowered his voice and said: "It also makes people think that I am still someone's follower until now."

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It was Yu Yin and Shen Mingchen’s turn to smile next time. I thought to myself that it seems that the reward for southern Gannan really adds a lot of confidence to the adults.

When they said that, the group deviated from the official road and arrived at the town of Fenyi, seven or eight miles away. The county was very large, the walls were very high, and the gate tower was very grand. When they entered the city, they saw a wide street and neatly street shops on both sides. This was the only place to see this trip, and it seemed that it was not inferior to the city.

But although the snow stopped at this moment, the sky was still thunderous. The people were reluctant to come out in the house. The shops were closed on the streets, with few pedestrians, and only a few old men holding brooms were sweeping the snow listlessly, but the empty county town seemed a little lonely.

Hu Yong stepped forward to ask about the road, and led a team to the inn on the left side of the county government. He saw that this inn was so grand, with very sophisticated decoration and unique layout, which was catching up with the level of the inn inn in Hangzhou.

Hu Yong handed over a copy of the Xijiang Senate, the guards. After the post was tested, he took a bunch of keys from the counter and took them to the backyard. The backyard was also very spacious. From the design of stone and wood, the conception of each eaves and corners, it could be seen that it was the work of a master craftsman. However, the pink and white walls were a little recorded, and it seemed a little dilapidated.

The silent group was arranged to cross the courtyard. They were running in the snow for several days and finally had a good rest. So everyone burned hot water and lit charcoal basins, and were very busy.

Silently took off his dusty clothes, took a shower, repaired the face, put on his decent casual clothes, and sat by the charcoal basin, waiting for his hair to dry out.

It was almost noon, and Yicheng brought people to deliver food, including fish, meat, white rice, and a bowl of hot soup. Yicheng was a little worried... Because the reception of the Provincial Senate was only eight dishes and one soup, this was obviously not qualified. If the Senate felt neglected, he would inevitably have a blooming butt.

But today the Lord is so easy to serve. The political lord said with a gentle smile: "It's already very good. I've only eaten dry food these days, and I've been looking forward to this hot meal for a long time."

Yi Cheng felt relieved and grinned, "I have to go to the market to have a meal later and have a meal for the adults tonight."

"Don't bother." Chen Si shook his head and smiled, "I have no requirements for diet", and asked, "How do you get to the Prime Minister's Mansion from here?"

"Prime Minister?" Yi Cheng's expression was a little complicated, and hesitated: "What Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"Is there any other prime minister's mansion besides Ge Lao's mansion?" Chen Si asked strangely.

"Then there is no..." Yi Cheng shook his head and whispered: "But now there is no Prime Minister's Mansion in Fenyi City, nor Yan Mansion."

"Ah... Could it be that Ge Lao Yan has passed away?" Chen Si said in surprise.

"No, I'm still alive, but..." Yi Yong was a little angry, but he didn't forget his silent identity. He was afraid that the disaster would come from his mouth, so he sighed in a nascent voice: "But the government sealed his residence, so he had to live in the countryside."

"Where?" Chen Silent asked softly.

"Jieqiao Village." Yicheng whispered.

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Jieqiao Village is located two miles south of the city. After leaving the south gate, it winds down along a wide gravel road. After walking for a short time, it saw a five-arch bluestone bridge of twenty or thirty feet long. Stone lions of different shapes are carved on the railings. On the stone guard plate below, rare birds and beasts such as dragons, tigers, lions, and elephants are carved. From the selection of stone materials to the sculpture technology, it is all beautiful. Chen Si thought that only Wuzhong would have such a bridge with aesthetic interest and practical value, but he unexpectedly saw it here.

On a white marble guard panel in the middle of the bridge, I saw three graceful and dignified big words entitled, Wannian Bridge. Of course, he knew that this was the work of Master Yan, but the inscription behind it was covered with oil waves, and the stone tablet on the side did not fly, which made a bad omen rise in Silence's heart.

After crossing the bridge, I arrived, please ask the village to pave the new stone tablet. It should have been just a few years since I was erected. I ordered Hu Yong to go to the village to inquire with his letter of worship first, and he slowly swears to the alley he asked for in the village.

This is a typical Jiangxi village, with alleys circling and like a maze. Walking on the snow-covered bluestone road, it makes a creaking sound. Looking up, the horse head walls with high and low heights are all hugging towards the sky, flying eaves at the four corners, and drawing a narrow blue sky.

Judging from the style and age of these buildings, most of the houses in this village have only been reopened... at most it will not exceed ten years. But the alley is very quiet. After walking through the walls and doors in silence, they are all tightly closed, as if no one lives in it. Looking in, they clearly see someone peeking out.

The frightened and panic in the other person's eyes made the silence dispel the idea of ​​going forward to talk and continue moving forward. The more shocking it became, the magnificent mansions were covered with dazzling seals. Although they could not see inside, the plaques falling on the ground and the broken stone lions in front of the door were silently telling the master's past wealth and today's misfortune.

I stopped in front of the Yan clan ancestral hall and found in silence that five houses had been sealed and a considerable number of houses were abandoned. The glory and glory of the past suddenly faded away, and it had become a dream of yellow beams. There was only a piece of broken bricks and rubble left. I couldn't blame the atmosphere in this village for such a tense and weirdness.

The sound of rapid footsteps sounded, and Chen Si looked up and saw that it was Hu Yong. Seeing that his face was not very good, he whispered: "Are you turned aside?"

"Yeah." Hu Yong nodded and said, "The door can't be opened everywhere, there are obviously people at home."

"never mind

, There must be a reason for not seeing guests." Chen Jing shook his head and said softly: "Just get your heart."

"However," Hu Yong hesitated, "I saw an old man looking at the grave at the end of the village, so go and ask him."

Silence was a little moved, so I couldn't come here for nothing, so I nodded and said, "I'll go in person."

So, accompanied by Hu Yong, I walked past the village and suddenly realized that under a cluster of tall camphor trees was a neat grave. There was a wooden shed next to the grave, and Yanran was the old man's residence.

At this time, the sun was bleak and the sun was scattered on the ground, not bringing any warmth. Without the protection of the high walls of the village, the northwest wind suddenly rose, blowing the draft leaves and rolling up snow foam, making people's face hurt. Hu Yong quickly handed the adult a black fur hat, smiled at him silently, without refusing.

They walked along a path beside the cemetery to the wooden shed and opened through the empty door. As expected, they were simple and messy, and the bedding, bowls and chopsticks were mixed together, and they could not even find a place to find a foothold. There was also a charcoal basin with black smoke, which made people very worried that it would ignite the shed at any time.

His silent eyes were attracted by the book box beside the bed. This well-crafted red sandalwood book box shouldn't have appeared here. Seeing his eyes falling there, Hu Yong went in and moved the entire book box out and opened it for adults to see.

Siren flipped through it casually, in addition to some precious Song versions of books, there was a complete set of "Lingshantang Collection". After taking out one and one look, it was not a printed version, but a handwritten original. On the title page of this book, he saw two lines of familiar handwriting. He served the country in his life only with loyalty and red, and was defeated and told people about right and wrong. The silent heart couldn't help but sink, and his throat was extremely astringent: "Where is a person?"

"I was still here just now." Hu Yong ordered his subordinates: "Look for it."

"No need." Yu Yin, who had been watching coldly, suddenly said: "On there." Following the direction he pointed, he saw an old man with gray hair, wearing a dirty and torn cotton jacket, hunched over, looking for something among the lined graves.

Although he had already had Weibei, Chen Si still couldn't believe his eyes and his back looked so much like that person.

At this time, Hu Yong shouted, "Old man..." The old man might have some ears. He called out several times before turning around. When he saw that there were so many burly men, he hid behind the grave and shivered.

"Come here." Hu Yong said.

The old man shook his head and dared not, which made his hair look even more distracted.

"***, I have to take advantage of this bad luck." Hu Yong cursed, then frowned and walked into the cemetery.

"Don't move." Chen Si quickly ordered, but his voice seemed to be choked, and I don't know if Hu Yong heard it.

Seeing Hu Yong coming, the old man turned around and wanted to escape, but his legs and heels were not on his mind, so he fell to the ground. Fortunately, the thick snow was buffered, otherwise he would have killed him now.

Hu Yong lifted him up like a chicken, and the old man struggled with his hands and feet, splashing snow foam. The guards couldn't help but laugh, but when they saw the adult's face, they were about to drip out of water, and quickly stopped their smiles.

The old man struggled for a while, then lost his strength and let Hu Yong take him out of the grave. Seeing that the old man was holding his left hand tightly, Hu Yong was worried about some sharp weapon, so he let him let go of his hand. The old man didn't listen, so he stretched out his fingers and pinched his wrist. The pain made the old man utter, and the thing in his hand fell to the ground. It turned out to be a piece of deformed snack.

"Okay, you old man robbed yourself, and you dare to steal the tribute from someone to the grave." Hu Yong recognized the thing, let go and threw him on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the first thing the old man did after landing was to pounce on the snack that fell to the ground, and he stuffed it into his mouth regardless of how much dust was covered.

Seeing his miserable evening scene, his silent throat was sore, and he bowed deeply, and said tremblingly: "Where is the appearance..." This statement shocked everyone. Not to mention Hu Yong, even Yu Yin and Shen Mingchen stared at the old man who was looking at the grave. They stared at the old man who was looking at the grave, and his fingernails were covered with mud, so they could not connect with the master of the first calligraphy of this dynasty. Not to mention how the humble creature who was hunched over and rolled in the mud in the snow, how could he associate it with the prime minister who had been the longest time in the country?

But Chen Si would not make such a joke. He is Yan Song. Even though his identity is different and his soul no longer exists, he will always be him.

Old Yan Song raised his head in confusion, looked at him for a long time, but could not recognize who he was.

Chen Si looked at him, and in those confused old eyes, he could not see anything... I wonder if he was really confused or unwilling to recognize each other, Chen Si no longer forced him. He took off his cloak and draped it on Old Yan Song.

Hu Yong quickly said, "Sir, be careful not to freeze, just wear mine for him."

Chen Si shook his head, signaling him to carry Old Yan Song, carry the bookcase, and return to the village along the same road.

After walking for a while, I looked back at the wilderness grave in silence, and the lonely broken wooden shed surged in my heart, and I whispered: "Burn it!"

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Chapter completed!