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Chapter 459: Xia! (asking for monthly ticket)

As winter deepens, the leaves in the forest turn withered.

The North and the Western Regions, needless to say, are both bitter and cold places as spoken by people in the Central Plains. At this time of year, snow is falling heavily, and the hot air you exhale when you speak has turned into large patches of white mist.

In the small town further south, the days are getting colder. It's okay when there is no wind, but the sun shining on people can give people a warm feeling.

Once the wind blows, it feels like a cold knife, cutting into people's arms.

People habitually wrap themselves tightly to avoid the cold wind, but these days are much better than in previous years. With the new policy, clothes made of wool from the Western Regions have been delivered.

I don't know why, but the price is surprisingly low, great value for money.

The people in the town also changed their clothes. In the past, everyone thought that changing a city lord or a person above their head didn't really matter. However, with the series of new policies, these warm and cheap clothes, and the gradually built public schools.

The people who have lived here for generations feel that something is different.

This morning, Zhao Laoqi let out a sigh of relief, ate something to fill his stomach, then put on new clothes, opened the door, and went shopping in the cold wind. When he saw the little ones running to the public school to study and practice martial arts, he suddenly felt that life was pretty good.

Seeing a woman in front of him, Zhao Laoqi immediately perked up, put on his clothes, smoothed out the hair on his forehead, and smiled: "It's Miss Yu, you're up early today."

Miss Yu smiled in return and chatted for a few minutes before leaving.

Zhao Laoqi looked at Miss Yu's back with some admiration, but he didn't dare to go over.

There are not many people in this small town. A few years ago, a girl came here. She always wore dark clothes and a pair of leather gloves on her hands that covered her entire palms. Her clothes hung down to cover her arms.

It seemed like he was saying that there had been some problems with his arm, so he didn't want to show it for fear of scaring everyone. The people in this town are kind and naturally don't want to mention such things.

There were some unruly young people who, seeing that someone was good-looking, would talk nonsense and insist on looking at the other person's arms. They were beaten with canes by the old men in the town from the east to the west of the town, crying and shouting for their parents. After this incident, naturally no one dared to say anything about it anymore.

The girl had a very strange name.

Yu Jun's appointment.

A rare surname.

But I heard that it seemed like she came up with the name herself.

There weren't many people in such a small town and life was peaceful. After she came here, she brought some ripples and changes to the town. She lived here with an old man.

The old man in the ink-colored robe was often out and about, so the young girl became the doctor here, treating people in the town, teaching children who were willing to learn music, and teaching people to read.

Later, the policy of His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin came here.

A captain wearing black armor and a scarlet battle robe came here, gathered the people together, read out the new policies, and brought out the big figures in the town one by one, asking the people to talk about their mistakes.

After these things happened, a public school was opened for children to learn to read and write. At that time, Miss Yu went there to teach medicine and writing. Her piano playing was so good that even the gentleman who originally came from the public school was stunned.

The zither player, who was already over fifty years old, came from the city.

At the beginning, there was still some pride in the musician, but when the peaceful and gentle Miss Yu stretched out her hand and pressed on the strings and plucked them slightly, the musician, who was always arrogant but willing to teach the children in the town how to play the piano, changed his color.

As the sound of the zither changed, the zither player gradually became stunned and moved forward.
He was so mesmerized by the music that he almost cried. He said, "This skill is truly superb. How can a person like me, like me, hear such heavenly music in the countryside?"

"This is almost the style of a great man worthy of playing the qin beside an emperor."

"Hmm? You, you are!!."

The arrogant musician seemed to notice something, and his expression changed, but the gentle woman just said softly: "My name is Yu Junyue, I am just a doctor in this town. Sir, maybe you recognized the wrong person."

The zither player, stroking his beard, gazed at the woman with a refined and gentle temperament.

His eyes froze a little, he thought of more than ten years ago, when he was only in his thirties and was already considered the best talent within a hundred miles. He could learn any piano piece easily and play it with charm, surpassing all his teachers.

However, one day, he went to a gathering of zither players in the provincial capital and met a girl who was not even ten years old. With just one tune of the zither, the girl had already reached the realm that the zither players could only dream of but could not reach back then.

On the road of music, talent is everything.

The zither player's aspirations were shattered, and from then on he realized the hopelessly huge gap between himself and the truly talented. He no longer had the desire to pursue fame or fortune, and simply returned to his residence, his hometown, to teach future generations.

However, there was a huge gap between this peaceful and gentle woman and the delicate and cold puppet-like image in his memory. Yu Junyue had already said goodbye and left. She returned to her residence wearing slightly thicker clothes.

I saw a letter on the table.

Yu Junyue was stunned. She took off the gloves on her hands. Under the leather gloves, it was not as everyone thought. Instead, it was a pair of white and slender beautiful hands that could hold silver needles and play the piano.

Instead, it is made of wood and stone mechanisms, and you can still see delicate wood grain on it.

The texture of this mechanism spreads from the fingers to the elbows.

She is the musician of the imperial family. She became famous and talented at a young age and was valued by Jiang Yuan, the second prince of Emperor Ying. Jiang Yuan showed great admiration for her talent at that time, but four or five years ago, in order to take action against the young man of the Jinwu Guard at that time.

However, she did not hesitate to cut off her arms and gave them to the young man as a gift. She was certain that the young man who saved the Ghost Market had compassion in his heart and wanted her to poison him in secret. However, she did not expect that by chance that day, the young man actually carried her all the way to the Ghost Market and begged for a pair of arms.

In the years that followed, she followed the Mohist elder Guan Twelve who had rescued her at that time, traveling around the country, and later settled down here.

However, although Guan Twelve is old and has white hair, the strong aura in his chest is still there. Even though he is old, he still has the vigor and vitality of a youth. The sword of Mohism at his waist is still ringing in this world.

The world has not yet been pacified, there is still injustice in this world, and the world still needs justice.

As long as this heart does not grow old.

Then the disciples of Mohism will be able to roam freely between heaven and earth.

You can see that the world is in the midst of war and the white-haired Mohist man is in the midst of war.

Guan Twelve had heard before that people were being bullied and slaughtered in Ying State, so he picked up the Mohist sword in his hand and set out on the road again. Yu Junyue's martial arts skills were ordinary, and he was only here to rescue the people.

Whether picking up a sword and traveling around the world, or playing the quiet music of the zither, or treating the injuries of the people, no matter how big or small, they are all Mohists.

How could there be distinctions of importance and status among the disciples of the Mohist school?
However, this letter came in a hurry, much earlier than the agreed time. Yu Junyue was worried, so he opened the letter and found that the teacher said in it that he had successfully gone to rescue the people.

In the letter, it was mentioned that many heroes had risen up in Ying State.

When the world is stable, people from all directions can suppress their ambitions. However, once the world is in turmoil and the court's control ability gradually weakens, these ambitions and desires that were suppressed by big countries in the past will emerge like flames.

And it spread and burned wildly.

The turbulent times led to the uncontrolled outburst of these people's ambitions.

The ambitions of these people are like flames, burning the world and leading it into chaos.

It is hard to tell which is the cause and which is the effect.

These so-called grassroots heroes did not have the courage to let the people follow them, but they were greedy to pick up swords and seize fame and fortune in this chaotic world. If they wanted to fight against the country's regular army, they would need logistics and labor.

"In troubled times, how many people can have the heart to serve the people?"

"It is just to plunder the people for petty profits and to serve as a vanguard for themselves. The court needs the people and population, and the rebels also need them. Both sides fight for themselves, and the people are swept away by the general trend, like two torrents, each rushing in the opposite direction, and being crushed by the general trend."

"In the end, it's just a change of people kneeling down."

"We have rescued the people. Although it was a bit dangerous in the process, we were helped by an old friend and are considered safe. We should have gone back to recuperate, but something special happened to us."

"The King of Qin issued a decree to summon all Mohists to Qin. I want to go and see them."

"Although you have joined the Mohist School, you are good at medicine. You can choose whether to go or not."

"Guan Twelve Stay."

The flying bird used by the Mohist disciples to transmit messages stood on Yu Junyue's shoulder and rubbed the girl's cheek affectionately. She looked at the teacher's letter and said, "It's true. Whether the teacher does things or speaks, he is always so impetuous."

“It hasn’t changed in many years.”

She had been worried that the teacher had encountered some danger or difficulty, but judging from the hurried words on the letter, the teacher had not encountered the difficulties she was worried about. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then she thought of the young man that day.

"...King Qin..."

She whispered to herself, and somehow her mind seemed to be drawn by these words and returned to the distant past. Her arms, which had long been accustomed to the mechanism, seemed to feel a slight tingling again. The boy's shoulders felt warm to the touch, and he was running in the dark with her on his back.

Yu Jun was in a trance for a long time, and said softly:

"Oh no, the agreed time has come..."

“I have to deliver the stuff.”

She put away the secret letter from her teacher, took out the copied book, closed the door, and walked quickly along the path. She had her own students and would go back to cultivate the fields in winter.

Plow the fields again and bury straw and other things in the ridges. The land will be more fertile next year. Even though there is a public school, the aging teenagers are also one of the important supports of the family.

In fact, to have such results and popularity has almost exceeded many people's expectations.

It's simply incredible.

The people in the city were fine, as most of them came from good families and knew how great an opportunity it was to have their children learn these arts. However, this was not the case for the townspeople.

In these towns and villages, not everyone is willing to send their kids to cram school. It's just a waste of time to just let them study. Can't boys and girls of this age do something?

The initial implementation was extremely difficult. Some students from the academy tried hard to convince others of the importance of this knowledge. An old woman said that if they let these students help collect grain, she would let her grandson go to public school.

The two students put their swords on their backs and worked hard for two days.

The old woman said that her little grandson had passed away long ago.

The student was stunned: “…………” Such things happened many times.

I just heard that it was His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin who made the final decision himself.

"Children go to school and are given eggs, flour and oil."

"Food is provided."

"If you don't come and force your children to work, you will be punished."

"What kind of punishment? Humph, give the bad land to the poor when the land is divided!"

Outstanding effect!

His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, who was supposed to be high and mighty, showed the wisdom of the so-called "troublesome people" who had struggled in the market, and strangled the unwilling person with a snap.

The effect is much better than what those students spent countless hours talking about.

Thanks to the efforts of the old hens, the children went to school.

According to the style of that era, I only went to school half a day, and spent the other half helping with some basic chores at home.

With the accumulation of three hundred years or even a thousand years of the aristocratic families in this vast country, and the efforts of the aristocratic families that Mr. Wen He described as "tearful, sincere, and fully cooperative", this policy was rapidly promoted.

Food that can feed the children of the people is essential for the accumulation of the noble families.

Maybe it really is just a feather.

But in the past, this feather was never plucked.

Mr. Wen Qingyu had to do it himself.

But during the busy farming season, one still needs to help. Yu Junyue walked quietly on the road, looking at the familiar scenery, wondering in his heart whether he should go to work for the King of Qin, whether he should go to meet the King of Qin.

When she went to her students, the half-grown children quickly stood up and greeted their teacher when they saw him. Yu Junyue gave them the things with a smile in a gentle voice and also tested their homework.

The children's faces tightened.

But they all answered seriously.

In this era, knowledge, even if it is just words, is extremely precious. Every child who has the opportunity to come into contact with it will not want to give up and will cherish such an opportunity immensely.

"Thank you, sir."

They all bowed respectfully.

Yu Junyue responded gently, then stood up, watched the children leave happily, pursed his lips, and the musician gradually had his own ideas about whether to go to King Qin.

"Miss Yu, you are really in a good mood."

Song Caiwen, the zither player from a nearby city, stood outside the field, dressed in a green robe, carrying his zither case, waiting quietly. Yu Junyue was a little confused and asked, "Sir, are you..."

Song Caiwen was silent for a long time, and said: "Mr. Yu's piano music is so perfect. You should really go to the emperor and play the piano for him. The world is changing drastically. His Royal Highness the King of Qin is expanding his territory and establishing his reputation. Now is the time for you to go."

Yu Jun suddenly thought of her experience in the royal family of Ying State when she was young. She held her things and looked back at her students in the fields. She made her decision and said softly, "Maybe, but..."

"I am playing the zither for the King of Qin now."

Song Caiwen was stunned: "What?"

Yu Junyue just smiled slightly, she said goodbye and left. People passing by chatted with her, were very polite and respectful to her. Two children who were only seven or eight years old walked with her. Yu Junyue listened to the rumors and planned to write back to the teacher to say that she would not go.

Old friends, sometimes just old friends are the best.

Don't forget the stories of old friends, but there is no need to go and see them.

She was thinking about the two children beside her, laughing and chatting about what they had learned today, humming a tune, the autumn wind was blowing, the winter was bleak, but the smoke from the cooking stove was rising. She was thinking about the past experiences and the words that the young man said -

"Then go ahead, go wherever you want."

'What's your name?'

The musician at that time answered: 'No name.'

Even though she was a talented musician, she was just an instrument in this world and under the command of this prince. Jiang Yuan's appreciation for her was just like his appreciation for an exquisite and beautiful instrument that he owned.

Objects do not need to have names.

The young man at that time said gently: "Then think of someone you like."

'And you said I won't live long?'

The musician was caught off guard at that moment. The young man smiled, his eyes and eyebrows were bright, like a ray of light, and then he smiled and said:

"Okay, what a coincidence, I think so too, but I can bet with you that death can be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai. Even if Li Guanyi has a short life, he will not be a mediocre person."

'Li Guanyi, even if he only lives for ten years, he will make those who live for a hundred feel ashamed.'

Yu Junyue stopped and saw a new notice posted on the city wall, which stated the new policies of the King of Qin. The people gathered there, watching and thinking, and there were also rumors about the List of Divine Generals.

At the age of eighteen, he was ranked third on the list of divine generals and the King of Qin.

How many heroic and romantic people throughout history can have such courage?

Yu Junyue smiled gently and looked at the people around him. The common people were discussing the King of Qin with gratitude and yearning. Yu Junyue thought of the young man who was in high spirits at that time and took two steps back.

“You really lived up to your promise.”

The young girl musician at that time, now holding the copied scroll in her hands, watched the pale golden light of winter fall down, and the leaves on the big trees fell to the ground with a faint golden light. People stepped on the fallen leaves, making a warm sound.

You really did something that would put those old people to shame.

You literally drew your sword and made this world a better place.

She walked lightly on the fallen leaves, walking along the road with her students, thinking about the boy’s last laugh four or five years ago:

"If you don't believe it, in a hundred years, when your hair is all grey, go ask the kids on the street if they know Li Guanyi. Then you can try your luck. How about that?"

At the time of parting, the nameless musician looked at the young man's back and gave herself a name, "I will never forget your promise to me." The figure of the King of Qin walked away into the distance, but I will follow the promise we made at that time and live a good life in the world you protect.

Perhaps it was time, and many students gathered and went back together. They talked about family matters and compared their knowledge with each other. Suddenly, a student saw that the musician seemed to have a smile on his face, and asked in confusion: "Sir, have you thought of anything?"

The musician came back to his senses and replied with a gentle smile:
"It's just... I suddenly thought of someone from the past."

The student wondered: "Alone?"

The musician said: "Hmm"

"At that time, he said what he was going to do and asked me to wait and see."

"That was such a big thing, but I didn't believe it at all at that time."

The student asked in confusion, "Sir, did he do it?"

Yu Junyue nodded and said softly, "He did it."

"Oh!"

The students suddenly realized that this was a very good story. Suddenly, one of them said loudly, "He keeps his word and keeps his actions. Isn't this the knight-errant in the book?"

"It's a knight!"

Yu Junyue was stunned. She wanted to refute. How could the world's god general and the brave King of Qin be a knight? Looking at the front, her students looked at her with curiosity and yearning.

She wanted to say no, but suddenly thought of the past and remained silent for a moment.

"I need a pair of hands. The girl's hands are still here. There are famous doctors in the ghost market. I believe they can be connected!"

'Oh? Of course you can, but what is her relationship with you?'

'meet by chance!'

"Oh? We just met by chance, how dare you come here? ! ! "

For a long time.

She nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Yeah."

"It's a knight..."

"He is the greatest, biggest knight I have ever seen."

The students were very happy and pestered the teacher to talk about the past. She just smiled and said nothing. She asked the children what song they wanted to listen to tomorrow and walked away gradually. The King of Qin wanted to see the world, so why should he stay at home?

Old friends are gone with the wind.

How could a man like the King of Qin be so greedy for luxury and enjoyment?
Let me teach, cure diseases, save lives in your world, and the sound of my playing the piano will surely reach your ears. Only in this way can the changes in the people be the music you want to hear.

I will live a good life and live to be a hundred years old, until my hair is all white.

Then I will walk through a warm winter afternoon like today, step on the golden fallen leaves on the road, and with a kind smile like an old woman, ask the children of that time, saying:
Do you know that there is a knight named Li Guanyi?

(End of this chapter)