Vol 11 Chapter 518: Dragon looking up

The hot year of the year has finally passed. After the beginning of the spring, things in the government have once again been busy.
Spring, the beginning of the new year, the season of all things, for the people in the Xiangfu, need to be busy, there is still a knot in the past year. The disaster relief has not been completed. For example, today, Nandibei is still submerged in a piece of snow. Everything that has been done has been exhausted. The rest is still to see the free play of local officials.
As the snow fades, the data gathered from all over the world does not make people feel optimistic and happy. But for others in the government, there is still considerable enthusiasm in formulating the plans and goals for the new year. After all, this is a practical attitude. The past has passed, and it will not be indulged in introspection and will no longer do things.
In the recent period, for Ning Yi, it was a relatively complicated and stagnant time. On the one hand, the New Year's holiday, getting along with the family, with the ancestors of the ancestors, Ji Kun, Wen Wen, Wang Jia's people visit each other, busy, always with a lot of smiles. The various planning prospects in the government are also very familiar to him, at least in the various digital orders, no one in the government has been able to compare him. On the other hand, he was thinking about the next thing in the interval, but he was somewhat uncertain.
The death of Zhang Jue is a heavy blow to everyone in the Xiangfu, but it is only heavy. They can't feel the same feelings in Ning Yi's heart, and Ning Yi can't say that he thinks the Wu Dynasty will die because the logic of composing this result is not enough. In the eyes of everyone, since Zhang Jue is dead, next, the investment in the North will become more crucial. In any case, the rest of the shelves still have to be supported - this is right. Including Qin Yuyuan. After a brief depression, it resumed a busy state of affairs, without letting the frustration affect him too much.
Ning Yi is also uncertain about the outcome of this incident, and there are still many things that can be done. But for him. It is not this mood that is more troublesome. But as a modern person, he once stood on such a position. For some things, some stupid tolerance is limited. But the crazy enterprising thought of "I’m thinking about it, not thinking about it,
has become far away for him.
Placed in front of him. He has not been able to see clearly. Or there is no chance or motivation to make a decision.
In addition to the day-to-day business affairs, the things that can make everyone more excited are probably those written by Qin Yuyuan. The embryonic form of Neo-Confucianism caused great interest in the ancestors of the ancestors, and after the monks came back. It will also be regarded as a treasure. For Ning Yi, I can understand that it is indeed a gem, but his feelings about this book are different from others.
After all, Ning Yi understands the path of science and even the development of many scholars. For Qin Yuyuan to come up with this set of science, Ning Yi has a respect in his heart. If possible, Ning Yi hopes that it will survive and continue to develop in the collision of people's minds. However, Ning Yi did not have the research idea, academic research, he did not have this mood. As for the rules and regulations derived from it, Ning Yi himself was too influenced by modern management and was influenced by many modern liberalism. Ning Yi is willing to protect it, but if it is studied and carried forward, it will be saved.
In his mind, there is a certain difference between people's expectations of society and expectations of science. The difference between this difference and science is not necessarily big. All the philosophy in the world has its commonalities - even in later generations. Ning Yi believes that the emergence of the new social philosophy should also be based on the Confucianism of the Neo-Confucianism. The changes can be, and can even be, but the overthrow is purely stupid.
Because it is not such academic researchers, plus its own three views have been stable. In the final analysis, Ning Yi only appreciates this and admire an old man's wisdom for social reflection and inquiry. However, he did not participate in the study.
The opportunity appeared in February of this year. When it appeared, Ning Yi could not think of it anyway. There will be such a message that it appears in front of her eyes.
On February 2, the dragon looked up.
In the middle of the city, the snow is melting, and everything has begun to take out the sprouts. In the recent period, the data on the deaths of a large number of people in the disaster areas gathered by various places is depressing. The number of people who were expected to starvation in the best situation is about 50,000. Excluding the frozen deaths, they are now over-standard. Even though statistics at various times are still vague, this conclusion can still be drawn. In particular, Jinghu South Road after the death of Lin Tingting, only one way, can be attributed to the victims of starvation, more than 18,000 people.
However, if we refer to the data of the past years, comparing the scale and severity of the famine, the entire disaster relief can be said to be unprecedented success. It’s just that it’s successful, and some people feel silent.
Wen Wen has no choice but to know that Ning Yi’s recent mood is not very good. He seems to be thinking about something other than official business. Sometimes he will be absent-minded. At first he thought that the other party's depression was due to disaster relief, but Ning Yi was very indifferent to the fact that the disaster relief results were not ideal:
"The most ideal result, of course, is to be achieved when everything is in place. After Lin’s death, I understand that this is impossible to achieve expectations, and... I am also the first time to blame this kind of thing. All the estimates, although there are data, most of them take it for granted... In short, they try their best."
Ning Yi would say that he threw some frustrating numbers into the drawer, but the indifference and coldness on the face made people feel that he was moving other thoughts. That is, on the morning of February 2, when he walked through the study room of Ning Yi's office, he saw Ning Yi standing on the desk and standing there. He didn't know what he was thinking. When he passed the small half hour, Ning Yi still had Stand like that, facing away from the door, with both hands on the edge of the table. I heard that people are not so good to go in: "Liheng, what do you think?"
Ning Yi looked back at him, and his eyes were as prudent as strangers. It's like watching something... something that isn't realistic. Ning Yi, who is not friendly in his eyes and who knows the best, has always been calm, funny and determined. He has never seen such a look in Ning Yi’s eyes. Ning Yi looked at him for a moment, extended a hand and ordered him. Then, gradually revealed a smile, grabbed a piece of paper from hand and shot it on the table: "You. Look at this."
It was an intelligence from the North by the Secret Investigation Division. Hearing the man and holding it, it was a piece of information about the death of the original Liao Dynasty general. I have already seen it: "What happened?"
Ning Yi sat in the chair, did not speak, and then read it again: "I know that Yellow Stone is also a generation of people, but after he left. There are not many people with the hands... This Yan Department, rises on the grassland. There are also some time, oh... Li Heng is not trying to support this... 孛 只 只 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁 铁?
Ning Yi looked at him. After a while, he laughed out: "It’s enough to raise a tiger... It’s enough to raise a tiger... How can this be raised? Hey, I... I think of something else, nothing. I want to tell you later, this is the first thing to give to me."
The smell of people gave him the intelligence: "Is it okay?"
"Nothing." Ning Yi replied with no sincerity, smelling the man and leaving the room, waiting a little, waiting to hear the sound of Ning Yi inside is like: "Fucking... How can there be such a thing?" ...this is a fake...fucking. Just kidding...this is too messy..."
The smell of people turned a blind eye, but they turned away and doubtfully left.
In the room, Ning Yi sat in a chair, looked at the information, and then stood up the information directly on the table in front of him. His expression was first illusory and funny. It felt like the world was like a bad joke, but gradually, his eyes began to become fierce and serious, and his brows gradually began to pick up.
I am only a catty. Temujin!
Genghis Khan...
This is a name that is more fierce than that of Yan Yan A Bing. It is a good name to support him... In the past history, this name led the Mongolians on the grasslands to plunder and wipe the whole Halfway through the Han people, the territory of the great empire was as far as Europe, and the Europeans were left with psychological shadows until the 20th century called the Orientals a "yellow disaster." This was not the glory of the Chinese from the beginning. For that time, the invasion of the Song Dynasty by the Mongols was an aggression that was arrogant and ruthless, and more intrusive than the Japanese. Thoroughly, later generations said that the Mongols had been part of the Chinese nation since ancient times, but they were the way to find gold on their faces after they were assimilated by Confucian culture... Support...
He looked at the name for a long time - I don't know how long it was - the look on the face gradually became quiet and indifferent. He pressed his hands on his knees. At some point, his eyes were exposed like a beast. The bloodthirsty and fierceness that came at a moment, the expression flashed in his eyes. He reached out to open the drawer, took out a stack of paper on the upper layer of the drawer, tore it, and threw it into the trash. In the raft.
That is his recent adjustment plan for Zhu Ji, but... it is too shallow.
Standing up, his fingers tapped on the table a few times, then took a breath and took the information back into the drawer. When I walked out the door, it was the afternoon sun. When I walked out of the yard, someone greeted him. He smiled and patted the other's shoulder, but the footstep did not stop: "I will go back first."
When I arrived at the side courtyard of the Xiangfu, I took the carriage and put the face of his contemplation in a darkness when the curtain was lowered.
The team left the Xiangfu and went all the way. I don't know when the team suddenly stopped, and on the street, shouting and killing began, some people were swearing: "Remove the demons."
"Kill this devil -"
"where is he--"
The wind gently lifted the curtain, and the confrontation between the assassin and the guards has begun. Ning Yi pondered in the carriage that this is a ridiculous and somewhat serious fact, his fingers hit the seat on one side. Until a moment, the two claws suddenly hooked up the opposite carriage, and the car wall and the roof were pulled apart. He sat there and saw the scene on the road ahead.
Someone shouted: "Beware -"
There was something, shot in front of the field of vision, Ning Yi looked at the spot, no dodge, and a slap in the car wall on the side of his head. A big Han tiger came in front of him.
The outbreak of the capital, the assassination of Ning Yi's rivers and lakes, is not the first time. This time, it is also a group of well-known masters on the rivers and lakes. The person who rushed directly up is the Park Tian Weng, who is known as Lingnan Yiba. Under the boxing, the sound is like a tiger. The fame of the heart is spread throughout the green forest during this period of time. It made him dare not care for the size. In front of him, the indifferent scholars have already greeted them, and they have a great punch and a direct door.
Blood sprinkles the sky. The sound of broken bones. The six-way internal force that was delivered to the extreme was like a thunderous explosion, and the whole body of the pecans flew out toward the rear. Falling out of the rest, still tumbling. In the assassination, the demon head with a calm and indifferent attitude has already stepped out of the carriage and passed toward Parkon. Not far away, someone flew away. It was a 40-year-old Green Forest woman. Eight steps rushed through the blockade of the guard. The next moment, the left hand of the devil head lifted slightly toward the side. A loud bang was mixed with flames, and the rolling iron sand rushed straight into her lower abdomen, stopping her whole person in the air and falling. Flesh flies.
The devil shot, but there was no pause in the footsteps, but in the right hand, a strangely shaped saber was drawn. Park Tian Weng climbed from the ground and stepped back. He waved a steel knife picked up on the ground and handed two knives toward each other, but the other side kept on step by step. The knives broke the other's blade and the second knife licked his wrist. The third knife stepped on his shoulder, and the fourth squat on his forehead, a few screams, his chest, lower abdomen, and thighs flew out of the blood with the back, until it fell underground, In the eyes of the stream, he saw the indifferent eyes looking at him condescendingly, the short gun on his left hand was changed, the muzzle was facing him, the big round black hole.
"The disaster is almost over, you still have to stop..."
It was a bang, and something exploded like a watermelon.
Zhu Yu took a long gun and leaned to the side, and was a little surprised: "Although... I know that you have two sons... How suddenly seems to be a lot worse?"
"Think of something, no scruples, of course, people are amazing..."
"Is it?" I wished my eyes open. "You have nothing to worry about before."
"In any case, I will be invincible in the world. You know it, don't mess around..." Ning Yi laughed and then became a little tired. "I want to hurry... go home and see."
When I got home all the way, when the carriage entered the yard, the bloodyness of my body had not disappeared. Ning Yi stood in the backyard and looked at the tables, chairs, houses, trees, and walls in the yard. After thinking about it, she stepped on the side yard. Among them, Xiao Yan and Ning Yu jumped over, probably saw the blood stains on his body, some worried, just about to check, she and Ning Yi were hugged by Ning Yi. So for a while, Xiaoxuan thought that Ning Yi was hurt: "Xiang Gong, what happened to you, what happened... let me see..." The child is not used to the bloodyness of his father, don't open his head: "Hey, stinky, stinky..." Ning Yi smiled and put it on his face.
"Nothing." He tightened his little, let her head rest on his shoulder. After a while, he said: "Small, don't remember the first time we met... I was The bricks are smashed. What did I look like when I woke up?"
"I can't remember." Xiaoxuan replied, and then said again, "Actually... it was a bit fierce at that time. My grandfather... I was hurt, I still want to go out, then I am guilty... I am a little scared."
"Oh." Ning Yi patted her. "Reassured, I am fine. Just... think of something."
Let go of the doubtful little sister and the son who was crying and mourning, Ning Yi walked inside. In the bedroom, Tan Er was writing something at the table. Seeing Ning Yi come in, there was blood stain on his body, and he hurriedly greeted him: "Xiang Gong... ..." The words have not been finished, but also Ning Yi picked up, walked inside, and finally pressed on the bed. Ning Yi was on her body and scared her a lot: "What happened to you? What happened to you..." She thought that Ning Yi was hurt behind her, and she wanted to see it. Ning Yi held her face in both hands, staring at the side and smiling: "Nothing. Don't move."
"Oh... you... you are hurt..."
Four eyes are opposite, and Tan's is still a bit flustered, but gradually becomes confused. Ning Yi looked at her for a while, then reached out to touch her eyes, nose, lips, and then put her head between her neck and sniffed for a while.
"People, what happened..." Taner asked softly.
"It’s a matter of chance." Ning Yi still groaned. "There was an assassination on the way back, but it was not mainly this..."
"Those guys, for the sake of disaster relief... I heard that..."
"Not at all." Ning Yi silent for a moment, "Hey, Tan, if... just this month, I put Yunzhu into the door... and Jiner, you..."
He was hesitant, and Taner laughed softly. "You finally made a decision. Everyone is waiting..." This is her open-minded smile, but psychological preparation has indeed been done for a long time. Not too tasteful.
"In addition, after the matter is settled here, I have to take time to go to Luliang Mountain."
It was only after a moment that Taner frowned. After a moment, the look was complicated and he hit him hard with his hand: "You are not afraid... the body is smashed..."
"Hahahaha...not that." Ning Yi smiled for a while, said, "Juan, find someone to get some hot water for me, I have to wash it... I have blood on my body."
The answer from the outside of the door, Juan, who was listening to the corner, answered: "Oh." Then he ran away.
Ning Yi sat up and took off the bound Tan, so that she could sort out the clothes. She looked at Ning Yi puzzledly. She also understands the character of Ning Yi, and it must be something other than the personal feelings of her children.
Ning Yi thought for a moment: "I used to... I always refused to do long-term things..."
"...hey?" Tan child did not understand.
"That's because I always want to do a certain degree and get rid of it." He sighed. "But now, there are some things, there is no way out. After all... such a ridiculous thing..."
"I, I don't understand."
Ning Yi did not answer, grabbed her hand and took a shot, then took another shot, smiled at her, smiled, and had become warm and harmonious: "In short, you have to accompany me."
Taner looked at him: "We... this is a couple."
Among the doubts but a few gaze, some things have been finalized. At this time, the sun is shining from the open door, obliquely, and the air has a unique cold in spring...
February, the second day.
Clear.
Li frequency walked up the hillside outside Taiyuan City, looking at the graves in the wild, and the smoke that was ignited when he gave his relatives a condolence.
On the edge of the woods, the man named Cheng Zhouhai wore a blue robes, kneeling on the grass, facing the direction he chose, leaning against the people who died in this famine. Accompanied by him, only the coldness of spring, no witnesses.
At the dockside, the division took the trip with the ship that was difficult to return. Looking at the distant city, the tidal flat, the pier, tears came from her eyes. This winter, she felt the feelings she had never had before, the people who died, the people who had fought and didn't want them to die, but still died, and stayed in this land.
Small-scale disasters are still going on, and it will continue to harvest the food for the new year, and during this period, people will continue to die. The price of food is maintained at 821, and it is no longer rising, but it is still three times that of the week.
She has to go back.
Staying, more and only helpless.
She would like to go back to ~EbookFREE.me~ to tell some people about her stories.
The wind blew her hair on the boat.
Every year, the wind blows from the spring, to the summer, to the autumn, to the winter, and to the beginning and the end, never stop. It blows away the time, blows the old ring, blows the teenager to maturity, blows the adult to the aging, and then blows the old people to leave the seeds of their wisdom, hoping to pass on to the children of the next generation. People live, work, and inherit on the earth.
This is another year. In the spring breeze, people feel the singing and dancing of the new year. In the middle of the hall, a group of people are eager to make a fuss, planning the far map, the north is still a war, non-stop war, in that Among the smoke, there is a prosperous sun and an ominous afterglow.
This is the spring of the 12th year of Wucha Jinghan.
The world is peaceful.
Ps:
The fifth episode of "The Feast" is over.
There will be a summary later.