Biography of the traitorous officials who dominated the Song Dynasty

Chapter 135 Young Yue Fei
After Han Shizhong said this, his heart suddenly became a little brighter.

A rare feeling of great joy arose spontaneously in my heart.

To ordinary people, this is really a very funny joke.

Everyone else was smiling, but Yue Fei looked indifferent, looking at the food on the table without saying a word.

Since he was 14 years old, Hua Shigang in the Song Dynasty has repeatedly provoked the people of the Central Plains to rise up in resistance.

Almost every three or four months, several peasant uprisings break out.

There happened to be a severe drought for several years, and the people's lives were even more miserable.

At that time, many men in Tangyin, Yue Fei's hometown, entered the palace and became eunuchs.

Yue Fei clearly remembered that every household within an eight-mile radius of Tang Yin's hometown had at least one male entering the palace.

Such things as this brought shame to the ancestors, and a hundred years later, they went to the underworld and were determined to face the despicable behavior of their ancestors.

In many years, Tangyin alone has become a common sight.

Come to think of it, now I am 23 years old and have served in the three armies three times.

He escaped from the military camp three times. If he did it again in the future, it would be the fourth time.

Where is the future?
well!It's just a lack of food. Is it possible that so many dignified seven-foot men would be willing to be stabbed like that?
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, and finally he lowered his head.

Han Shizhong tapped the table with his knuckles, looked at Yue Fei and said, "Who in the world doesn't know how poor your Tangyin County is?"

"Although you have escaped from the Pingding Army right now, you don't have to go home."

"How about you stay with me and become a halberd-wielding man? I see that you are only a little bit older. In this case, can you, Shao Hu and Liu Ran still be companions?"

Sun Shaohu and Liu Ran naturally had this intention.

But Yue Fei just shook his head slightly and said: "The world is huge, and joining the army has never been the only feasible way."

"I, Yue Fei, a great and good man, why do I have to... hmph! Do I have to live in this hellish place?"

The more Yue Fei spoke, the more excited he became. Sun Shaohu and Liu Ran stared at Han Shizhong closely, fearing that Han Shizhong would be displeased.

However, who would have thought that Han Shizhong laughed out loud when he heard Yue Fei's words at the end.

Han Shizhong nodded and said with a smile: "What a ghost place. You're right. This is not a good place. It's just a ghost place!"

Because Yue Fei was eager to return to Tangyin's hometown, he only stayed in Han Shizhong's military tent for less than two hours.

In the next few cups of tea, Han Shizhong, Sun Shaohu and Liu Ran saw Yue Fei off together.

Yue Fei carried a meager luggage on his back and set foot on the unknown road ahead.

He went straight west from the outskirts of Bianliang City. The closer he got, the more he saw the desolation and ruin of the Song Dynasty.

Starting about half a month ago, there has been chaos inside and outside Bianliang City.

Countless wives and children were separated, countless families were destroyed, and countless families were wiped out overnight.

Too much has happened.

He saw that Bianliang City was really different from what it had been a few years ago.

Yue Fei saw an old man lying on the ground barefoot and in ragged clothes, wailing in pain.

Yue Fei saw a gambler who was selling his wife and daughter and was drunk unconscious.

Yue Fei saw a child who was seriously ill and was crying silently because he had no money to treat him.

Yue Fei saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground with his upper body naked, like a living dead.

He saw it all, and he remembered it all.

All the way from west to east, looking at each one, I was shocked.

A huge question suddenly arose in his mind, that is: When will this kind of world end?
Even before he entered Bianliang City, he was already extremely sad.

For a long time, a huge doubt has been gathering in his heart.

That is: what does the country mean to the people.What is loyal to serve the country, what is to do one's best to defend the country.

Is it really that important to those who do not have vested interests in this country?
His life experience is almost the same as that of Han Shizhong. His ancestors were poor and helpless farmers for three generations.

It seems that since I can remember, there have never been any good moments in my life.

Looking at the young masters from the official family and the young ladies from the official family, they are all pampered and their daily lives are as beautiful and wonderful as flowers in bloom.

Looking back at myself, it seems like I was struggling in a quagmire from beginning to end.

I would also like to ask, is serving the country with loyalty so important?

He walked from dawn to dusk. When he reached the outer city of Bianliang, the sky and the earth were already dark.

The sky was covered with bright stars, and the moon was ghastly pale.

He sighed deeply and whispered expressionlessly: "Is that it? That should be it."

I don’t know exactly what time and moment it was, but he crawled all the way and finally reached the Baogong River in Bianliang City.

The river water under the bridge is clear, but the riverside that has just rained is extremely muddy.

Yue Fei couldn't help but shudder as a cold night wind hit him.

He tightened his luggage and stepped onto the bridge, preparing to speed up and leave this extremely dangerous bridge.

He walked more than 1000 meters in one breath, and when he was about to turn a corner, he was in a state of confusion when his luggage fell into the river along the half-broken bridge with a "plop".

Yue Fei was shocked, screamed, and quickly reached out to grab it.

However, all the large and small items in the luggage had fallen into the river at this moment, and some clothes were even floating on the river.

Yue Fei's heart tightened, he raised his foot and stepped on a stone pier.

I was so anxious that I just wanted to rush into the river and fish out the fallen clothes.

However, something happened to him. When he got unlucky, even God was torturing him.

His left foot had clearly stepped on the stone pier, and his right foot was about to push his body upward.

Suddenly, his foot sprained again, and with a scream of "ouch", he lay paralyzed on the ground.

He panted and looked at the dense nebulae in the sky, gritted his teeth, and beat the ground with his fists in hatred.

At this time, there happened to be an official's wife walking hurriedly with a half-year-old child on the river bank.

The flame of the torch in the half-grown child's hand was already very faint, but the torch in the lady's hand was so strong that it illuminated both of them as brightly as day.

The half-grown child threw the torch in his hand to the ground without thinking.

The torch rolled on its own for a few times, then a gust of wind blew, and the torch rolled down to Yue Fei's hand by some strange coincidence.

Yue Fei turned his head and took a closer look. He happened to be eye to eye with the official's wife.

When the official's wife saw Yue Fei lying on the ground in ragged clothes, a look of contempt suddenly appeared on her face.

"Bah! I don't know where you came from. You are a dirty and smelly poor boy. This great city of Bianliang has been soiled by you in vain!"

As the official's wife spoke, she pulled the half-grown child beside her and walked away quickly.

After a long time, Yue Fei picked up the torch that had not yet been extinguished from the ground.

Holding the bridge tightly with one hand, the other hand tentatively extended the torch to the Baogong River to illuminate the clothes floating on the river.

Yue Fei looked at it, the torch in his hand was about to burn out.

His eyes were filled with loneliness and vicissitudes of life, and he immediately gently waved the torch and threw it into the Baogong River.

Soon, the dim torch was completely covered by the water of Baogong River.

In the blink of an eye, the faint fire was completely extinguished.

(End of this chapter)