Chapter 53 Chapter Twenty

Ching Ming Festival is here.As in the previous year, Koichiro rode his horse to the Qingbamen garrison checkpoint early.He was dressed in military uniform, looking down from a high position, with stern eyes and indifferent expression, watching groups of Hangzhou people leaving the city below him—today is the day when Chinese people sweep graves, and it is as lively as the local Obon Festival.Although the war is still going on extremely cruelly, mourning for the dead and embracing the spring, the extremes of life and death, are still presented on Chinese festivals and on their faces at the same time.

Maybe it's because there are too many people out of the city, let's unite as one, when the Hangzhou people passed under the iron hooves of the gendarmerie, they didn't feel the panic they used to, and those who bowed or didn't bowed, just perfunctory.Some daring ones passed by without bending their necks in front of the military police.Xiao Zhe looked carefully at the things they were carrying, including Qingming dumplings, cloud cakes made of jujube paste, and pork jelly made of ginger drum.Because there were so many people leaving the city, the gendarmes couldn't handle it.Perhaps it was also because today is a traditional Chinese festival after all, the gendarmes were happy to turn a blind eye when they saw that their superiors did not get off their horses to make trouble.

Not long ago, Xiao Zheichiro specially asked him to transfer books about Jiangnan customs for him to read. Among them, Zhang Dai, a literati in the late Ming Dynasty, and "West Lake Dream Search", which recorded the tradition of sweeping tombs and outings in Jiangnan during the Qingming Festival. After being deeply impressed, he also specifically drew a line under this passage: On that day, Sifang Liufu, Huizhou merchants Xijia, famous prostitutes in the song, and all kinds of good people gathered together.Changtang abundant grass, galloping horses and flying eagles; Gaofu Pinggang, cockfighting and bowing; Maolin Qinghai, splitting ruan and playing the zither.The prodigal son is simple, the childish paper duck, the old monk is karma, and the holder is a storyteller.Those who stand stand in forests, those who squat sting.Sunset and rosy clouds are born, and there are many cars and horses.The eunuchs are beautiful, the car curtains are fully opened, the maids are tired and return, and the mountain flowers are inserted obliquely, clusters of beautiful ones, rushing in through the door.

No one can see that when Koichiro rode ferociously on his horse and stared at these so-called Chinese remnants with the domineering eyes of a conqueror, he was imagining in his heart the happy and happy scene in the south of the Yangtze River in the late Ming Dynasty. folklore scroll.This kind of hidden spiritual enjoyment is ulterior, just like his life experience, which cannot be reflected and is full of temptation.It was like the singing of a banshee in the Aegean Sea, but Xiao Jue didn't want to tie himself to the mast like that Greek hero. At this moment, Xiao Jue carefully distinguishes the yellow-skinned and black-haired faces that are almost indistinguishable from those of the islanders, trying to see if he can distinguish the Han people from the banner people.Hangzhou proverb says: In January, the lanterns, in February, the harriers, and in March, go to the graveyard to look beautiful in the city.He asked Li Feihuang to bring him some Hangzhou chronicles, which mentioned the custom of Hangzhou people sweeping graves during the Qingming Festival.At this time, small families often walk to the cemetery with boxes and pots.The cemeteries of rich families are often far away, so they can go there by boat. As for the bride visiting the tomb, she is dressed in heavy make-up, and she treats people well and ghosts, so they are called Shanghua Tomb.It is also recorded in the annals that the people of Hangzhou ran to the city wall and stood there to watch the flag women go out of the city to go to the grave, so there is a slang saying "Looking at the shape of the second grandma in Qingming".Xiao Zong is secretly very interested in the banner people. Sometimes, unconsciously, he will connect the nomadic people's conquest of the Han people hundreds of years ago with their conquest of China by the Dahe people today.

Now, he saw Shen Lucun's car driving past.When passing in front of him, he still didn't forget to stop, stretched out his white-gloved hand, and greeted him with a smile.Xiao Zhe knew that this time he was going to sweep the grave of his younger sister Shen Lvai.The Hang family killed this woman whom You Xiaoju hated deeply.The old and cunning fox in Shenlu Village kept his expression on his face, trying to pretend not to know his role in it.Old fox, a civilian bureaucrat who has never been a soldier and has no Bushido spirit, no matter in Japan or China, there are always such guys!Koichiro smiled and waved at him, while cursing him contemptuously in his heart.

Li Feihuang will never know Xiao Jue Ichiro's mentality. In Xiao Jue's eyes, he is often just a little man who is knowledgeable and back-to-date.However, Xiao Zouichiro's questioning about the subtlety of people in Hang Banner excited Li Feihuang, a historian of the late Ming Dynasty.He thought that they had a common language after all, or to put it more clearly, he thought that Koichiro agreed with him.This recognition enhanced his sense of security, so he began to spout: "Sure enough, Taijun Xiaojue has a more in-depth study of Sinology. Bannermen entered the customs and entered our city of Hangzhou. For hundreds of years, there have been ups and downs. It is a picture of wind and clouds. , there are Manchu, Mongolian, and Han tribes. Many people here don’t know that there were also Han people who entered the banner, but only the Han people who had surrendered to the Manchus in the north of the Yangtze River were eligible to join the banner. Bannermen are divided into three groups in Hangzhou The third class, one is for princes and nobles, "the other is for mid- and lower-level military academy clerks, and the third is for ordinary soldiers.Speaking of these bannermen, they are also brave and fearless. There is a bit of the Bushido spirit in your country's culture today. "

Li Feihuang took a peek at Xiao Jue, and found that he had a happy face, so he continued boldly, "Qisheng gave birth to a child, and he would bathe his head with cold water; he also liked to eat raw scorpions, thinking it was a kind of courageous spirit. Timothy Lee, the host of the Wanguo Gazette and an Englishman, talked about our banner people in Hangzhou. There are ten conclusions. Taijun might as well listen to them, saying: Loyalty to the monarch, patriotism, gregariousness, preservation of species, not afraid of death, not money, not to be afraid of death. Bully the weak and fear the hard, don't follow others, love kindness, and trustworthiness."

Hearing this, Xiaojue Ichiro suddenly laughed out loud, and said, "Professor Li is really knowledgeable, and I will remember everyone who can be used by me. You see, the bannerman came to Hangzhou. He originally lived and interacted with the Han people in Hangzhou, but in the end he wanted to get rid of it." An Englishman summed up the ten characteristics. The Han people in Hangzhou are too humble." After hearing this, Li Feihuang quickly explained: "Although these ten characteristics are what the British said, they are really reasonable! Hey, I won't say anything else, let's just talk about our education sector. In the late Qing Dynasty There was a woman named Guerjia Huixing in Banner who had insufficient funds to start a school and solicited money from rich women. After the school was established, it was in need of money, but those individuals did not count. That Huixing was desperate, so she Remonstrating with death, isn't that not afraid of death? The origin of Huixing Road in Hangzhou today comes from this woman."

Xiao Zheyilang sneered, and said: "You said that a woman in the banner who is not afraid of death, how about I tell you a paragraph? Your "Shenbao" in the early years of the Republic of China published such an article, which specifically talked about the Hangzhou banner. The plight of people. It is about a flag woman surnamed Liu who went to beg for porridge. Because of the crowd, she hurt her head and beat the bowl. The woman became angry and chopped her two daughters with a knife. He threw his youngest son into the river and wiped his own neck. Do you think this man is afraid of death—"

Li Feihuang raised his thumb and praised Xiao Jue, saying: "Taijun has such a good memory, he really never forgets it. After you said it, I just remembered that there is such a historical fact." Xiao Zhe suddenly darkened his face, and said, "Professor Li remembers the end of the Bannermen quite clearly. Could it be that the Manchus entered the customs, and there was only such an ending in the end?" Li Feihuang heard that Xiao Ju's tone was wrong, and when he looked up again, Xiao Ju had a murderous look on his face, and suddenly realized: Didn't the Japanese support Boyi's Manchukuo in Manchuria?Besides, you always hang yourself and wipe your neck with the bannerman, is it a metaphor that the Japanese ruled China, and sooner or later it will end like this!Li Feihuang's back suddenly became cold.

Some time ago, Li Feihuang put in a lot of effort to run a school, and finally managed to support the school.When Koichiro came to inspect the school, he also held a tree-planting ceremony. He and Koichiro planted a holly tree on the school playground, and hung a wooden sign on it, writing "Forever Evergreen". One word, and the last paragraph is written as "planted in memory of the honorary principal of the Great Japanese Empire Ichiro Koto".Although Xiao Jue Ichiro has always disliked slavish people, but Li Feihuang's action still works out in his heart. He likes that he can play a culturally famous character, just like his distant ancestor Xiao Jue Yunzhou.In those days, he gave Li Feihuang some good looks.But the good times didn't last long, Xiaojue said he turned his back on him, so he turned his back on it again. Now, the second generation of grave-sweepers from the Hang family walked past Xiao Jue's cold face. They were Wu Sheng and his adopted son Hang Jiaqiao, and they had only one grave-sweeping object——Xiaocha. In previous years, as long as Jiaqiao was in Hangzhou, he would sweep his mother Xiaocha's tomb every year.When he is not around, Wu Sheng will never forget this important matter.Last year, Jiaqiao didn't go, and the reason was very simple. The Hang family compound held a grand funeral ceremony for Lvai and Jiacao, and Jiaqiaobo saw this scene.I'm afraid, this kind of human emotion, Jia Qiao has almost never really appreciated it before.It wasn't until Lu Ai died in the vat that he began to know what it means to be afraid.He suffered from bone pain all over his body. This unknown disease started after he entered Hangzhou with the Japanese army.The deep pain made him gradually start to listen to the superstitious arguments of his adoptive father Wu Sheng as words, and he began to try his best to deny the inevitable connection between him and Lu Ai's death.For this reason, he and Wu You already had a quarrel in their hearts. They each said something in front of Wu Sheng, and they both pushed the direct murderer of Lv Ai's death to the other party. Old Wu Sheng was very lonely.His loss is unknown.He knew that people from Hangzhou, who knew the grievances between Hangzhou and Wu, did not take his heart for Jiaqiao seriously, and regarded him as an old fox playing a long line to catch big fish.But he is really kind to Jia Qiao.In the twilight, he walked out of the round cave gate of Wushan Mountain, and walked towards the middle of the river. He thought painfully and confusedly, why the person he loves doesn't love him?The people he placed his hopes in failed him? Now his feelings for Jia Qiao have changed a lot.He found himself hating him already.But he was afraid of sprouting new seeds of hatred in himself.His whole life seemed to be a soil for sowing hatred—hatred always thrived and blossomed in him.But he also needs love, and Jiaqiao is a flower of love in his heart.However, his heart is now erupting poisonous gas, what can be done to stop it?Is there any way to stop it?He turned his head to look behind him—Jiaqiao's eyes that resembled Xiaocha also looked at him, and they stood by Wangxian Bridge. Wu Sheng tapped the river running through the city of Hangzhou with his crutches, and said, "I used to bring you here often." "Passing through here, you can see the Hang Family Courtyard in Yangbatou," Jiaqiao said.In the past few days, he took the traditional Chinese medicine specially prepared by Wu Sheng, and he felt better, and his mood became more peaceful. "Am I only talking about the Hang family compound?" Wu Sheng said a little unhappy.Jiaqiao was taken aback, thought for a while, and said, "You always test my memory and ask me to recite the names of the bridges on the Zhonghe River - Liubu Bridge, Shangcang Bridge, Jijiegu Bridge, dark, here, Wangxian Bridge..." "Wangxianqiao..." Wu Sheng sighed, and the twilight sank into the night with this sigh. "Dad, are you sick?" Taking advantage of the darkness, Wu Sheng poked the ground fiercely with his crutches, and couldn't help stamping his heels: "I'm afraid that after I die, people will poke at the grave and scold me, I'm afraid that I will become Qin Hui's father! I want face I want my old face! I'm afraid that Wu's family will not be peaceful in the future—" "—You are so stupid!" Jiaqiao's face turned pale, and he remembered that Wangxianqiao used to be Qin Hui's mansion.Shi Quan, a small school in front of the palace, once assassinated Qin Hui here, and these stories were told to him by his adoptive father.But he couldn't understand Wu Sheng's words, he didn't understand what his father meant by "shame face".So he roughly interrupted his adoptive father's attack, and shouted softly: "What face do you want! Is it not enough for me?" Jia Qiao's increasingly rude and disrespectful tone and attitude is also the reason why Wu Sheng feels more and more disgusted with him.He thought that it was because Jiaqiao had become a traitor and had the Japanese backing him up.People, it is such a thing that tends to be popular.See through!See through!Everyone is like this!Suddenly, he was slapped hard on the chest, and he thought, Hang Tianzui is not such a person!They are against the family, and Zhao Zhike, they are not such people.They don't have a good life, but they have faces—faces are very important! Thinking of this, he sighed and walked back, saying as he walked, "Jia Qiao, you are so shameless!" "I'm not called face? Then who is called face!" Jiaqiao said forcefully, "Could it be called face if I live in a poor family like my own father?" Wu Sheng shook his head and thought, Jiaqiao just "enlightened" and didn't come back.Like Wu You, he doesn't care about the status in other people's hearts.They were all people who had never experienced Wu Chaqing's spirit.He turned his head and faced Jia Qiao in the dark night. He carefully touched Jia Qiao's increasingly thin bones, touched his neck, his shoulders, his back and arms, and asked: "Is it true?" Feeling better now?" Jiaqiao nodded in pain, and said: "One day is good, one day is bad. Chinese medicine and Western medicine can't tell a name. They only say it's gout or arthritis. It's better to take the medicine you grabbed!" Wu Sheng's understanding is different from theirs, and his explanation is very simple - retribution.He touched Jiaqiao's skeleton and said, "I heard that Jiacao of your Hang family was stabbed to death like a sieve by someone's Japanese with a bayonet." As soon as Jiaqiao heard this, her whole body felt like a needle prick, and she hurriedly yelled: "Father, don't mention her name in my ear anymore, my whole body hurts like a knife "Yeah," Wu Sheng sighed, "You shouldn't, you shouldn't be twins." Jia Qiao was terrified when he heard that, the mysterious connection between twins that he had heard about in the past, now appeared more and more clearly before his eyes.To embolden himself, he said stiffly, "She is her, and I am me. We were born as two people. What relationship do I have with her?" "Hey, you are young, so you don't know the seriousness. You and Jiacao were originally one person. You were originally one in the womb, and your heart, liver, stomach and intestines were originally one, and then they were divided into two. Think about it, Jiacao's whole body was taken by the Japanese. You poked it into a sieve, can you not hurt? Think about it, when did you start to have bone pain?" This was so frightening that Jiaqiao's eyes were full of stars, as if falling into hell, and he himself began to tremble all over his body like a sieve sifting chaff.He has been unruly and self-willed since he was a child, spoiled by Wu Sheng's family.He also grew up in a family like a nouveau riche like Wu Sheng. He is completely different from his elder brother Jiahe who has the same father and mother. He is a person without much education and knowledge.Although he has learned a bit of Japanese and knows how to do tea business, it is just superficial.He is impulsive and not deep in the city. He is exactly the kind of character that is specially used as a gunman.Now that he knew that something was wrong and his life was at stake, tears flowed down his face, and he grabbed Wu Sheng's sleeve: "Father, is there any cure for my disease?" "Give it a try." Wu Sheng let out a long sigh, but his heart was relieved. One of the "try it out" is to burn incense on the Hang family's ancestral grave in Qingming.This time, we will not only burn small tea and Tianzui, but also Lvai, Linsheng and Jiacao.According to Wu Sheng, he, Hang Jiaqiao, who has never married a wife and had children, has not yet started to be a man, and his life is still important.Jiaqiao began to accept her adoptive father's suggestion in her heart, and gradually got rid of the Japanese in the name of recuperating from illness. Koichiro hadn't seen his translator for some days.Standing guard at the gate of the city today, he saw the disfigured Hang Jiaqiao sitting in the carriage with a pale face and heading out of the city, with his old adoptive father sitting next to him, so he nodded faintly at them.Jia Qiao stopped the carriage beside Xiao Jue's big horse, and said weakly, "Xiao Jue Taijun, I am not exempt from the custom. I went to visit the graves of my ancestors to see if they can bless me to recover from my illness as soon as possible." Koichiro watched his translator carefully, he doubted everyone, including Hang Jiaqiao.It seems that this kid is indeed seriously ill, it doesn't seem like he's pretending.But Wu Sheng beside him made him hate it.After entering the city of Hangzhou, Xiaojue also learned some local slang, which described people as treacherous, and called it "fried cake kernels".Right now, the old man is like a shriveled, but still hard-to-crack fried potato core.Xiao Jue nodded politely and said, "Hey, grave sweeping, loyalty, filial piety, and human relations. This vulgarity is unavoidable. Go. If you are not in good health, take care of it at home and don't worry about me. You Look, my Chinese is probably more authentic than yours." But as soon as the carriages and horses passed by, his gaze turned cold again—he saw a smile on the old man's face that no one could notice but was discovered by him—Xiao Zheyilang—he began to suspect that Hang Jiaqiao was really ill. Is it so heavy, or is it a trick played by the old man to prevent his adopted son from coming out to do accidents for the Japanese?Chinese people, Chinese people with evil intentions, I know you, you are more difficult to conquer than many of us think.For thousands of years, how many people of other races thought they had conquered you, but in the end they all melted into the current youth life; melted into these Qingming, Dragon Boat Festival, Double Ninth Festival and Winter Solstice; melted into these " The Fried Pie got caught in an elusive smile like "nuclei"; Chinese people, I want to be on guard against you, what will happen today?Nowadays…… The third batch of the Hang family's grave-sweeping team finally came. This is a huge army of grave-sweeping troops.Xiao Zheyilang had already received information that the second master of the Hang family had also returned, bringing his very young wife with him.This giant businessman named Hang Jiaping has completed all the procedures and is currently conducting normal business exchanges with Japan in Beiping and Shanghai.All the news from all channels proved that this old man was immovable for him, but his heart was filled with a strong desire to move him.He had heard from Hang Jiaqiao a long time ago that Jiaping was Zhao Jike's adopted son and Zhao Jike's favorite descendant of the Hang family.While he was strongly jealous of Hang Jiaping, he also had a strong curiosity. He wanted to meet this man. This group of grave sweepers was led by Hang Jiahe.A small group of their old family members followed him, and behind him was a carriage.Unlike Hang Jiaqiao's carriage just now, the sedan chair of this carriage was covered by a sedan curtain.There was a man beside the carriage, holding on to the shaft, and it was the daring Hang Han who had slapped the Japanese military police twice.With a slight movement of the whip in Xiao Zouichiro's hand, the two gendarmes immediately clicked and set up their sharp bayonets in mid-air to form an X shape, and the flow of people stopped in an instant. Xiaozhuo took a few steps forward, took out a few packs of cigarettes from his pocket, bowed deeply at ninety degrees to the gendarmes, then handed them the cigarettes, and lit them with the other hand. On fire.The gendarmes were stunned for a moment. If their superiors weren't there, they would have let them go after receiving the cigarettes.Now they didn't dare, they put down the bayonet hesitantly, and then carefully looked at Xiao Zong, and found that Xiao Zong's expression didn't seem to let them go, so they turned the bayonet across and put it in front of their crotch. With a fierce look on his face. Then, Xiao Jue's indifferent gaze began to stare at Hang Han who was standing beside the shaft.He seemed to be looking at him, but also seemed to turn a blind eye to him. This gaze was a strong language.Hang Han fully understands the full meaning of this language at this moment—but he is no longer that passionate young man fighting alone on the clock tower, he is no longer afraid to lower his noble head under the staring eyes of the crowd.He stepped forward lightly, took a handful of cigarettes and lighters in his hand, and bowed deeply to the two gendarmes, no higher than the ninety-degree bow just now, and then, with a smile on his face, he bowed to the They pass the cigarettes.His obvious servile demeanor made those military police even more confused. They all went to the bell tower to arrest Hang Han in person at that time, and they could all recognize his face.For a while, they couldn't understand the ninety-degree bow of the young man in front of them and the 180-degree change in attitude towards the imperial army after the bow. They had to look once more at their little Koichiro, and they saw that his whip was hanging down, and their bayonets were hanging down too.Xiao Zhe really felt the thrill of victory. What he wanted was the effect of "people have to bow their heads under the eaves". He wanted Hangzhou people to experience the power of Sun Houzi's inability to lift the Buddha's palm.The moment Hang Han lowered his head, he felt that he was right to let him go, although at that time he didn't expect that there would be such a play today.Don't you even want to admit your bloodline?But in the end you still have to bow your head in front of this noble blood.bastard!You are afraid, you are afraid of death, you are afraid of suffering from flesh and blood; bastard, you make me look down on you, although I let you go today, but I will let you taste the power of the future, I will not let you go easily Yes, just wait and see! The Hang family's grave-sweeping team moved forward like this, but just after passing by the men of the Hang family, Xiao Zouichiro raised his whip again.When the gendarmes saw it, they quickly raised their bayonets again, and the cart pulled by two horses stopped again.The car curtain flutters gently in the clear wind, bright wind, refreshing wind, peaceful wind-…· The curtain moved slightly, opened it quietly, and the woman from Tang Dynasty appeared at the door of the curtain, and Xiao Jue's eyes became blurred.This pale woman with a long neck and slashed shoulders still has an abnormal blush on her cheeks, long eyes, misty, long eyelashes trembling rapidly, a straight nose bridge, and a sharp chin, just like in Ukiyo-e. Those extremely resentful women.The color of the clothes she was wearing was not clear, there was coffee in the dark green, and there seemed to be purple in the coffee.The old clothes were passed down to her by her previous generation, so she looked old and yellowed, like a shadow from a long time ago.She got out of the car silently and looked at Xiao Jue like a dumb person. "A quiet girl is like a younger sister", Xiao Zhe thought of a poem in China.The curtain is opened again, and now it is the face of the leaf.It seemed that she had really forgotten him.When he was very young, he saw her in her father's open court. The past was like smoke, but now she is an abandoned wife of a Chinese.Xiao Zhe waved his hand, and the gendarmes erected all the horizontal bayonets.Pan'er got into the car softly and silently again, and the people around opened their mouths slightly, witnessing this scene in surprise, the wheels creaked, and passed by peacefully.Under the car seat, under the cushions where Pan'er and Ye Zi sat, were all sacrificial vessels transferred from the Confucian Temple. It was purely accidental that Xiaojue Ichiro was not able to have a head-to-head contest with Hang Jiaping, the most powerful character of the Hang family.He had already watched the two sedan chairs slowly being carried over, he saw the noble lady sitting on the one in front, and also the man in a suit and leather shoes with two moustaches sitting on the sedan chair behind. middle-aged man. It seems that he looks more energetic than the eldest and third of the Hang family.Sitting on the sedan chair, his gaze was naturally at the same level as that of Xiao Zong who was riding on the horse.Xiao Jue thought, this is the difference between the second child of the Hang family, but I still want to show you off.You wait, in the next second, I will let you climb down obediently from the sedan chair. This second of Xiaozhuo will never come.Just at this time, the Confucius Temple quickly sent people to report what had just happened there. Regarding the demolition and repair of Dacheng Hall, Wang Wuquan and other people have already done it, but they have been there several times but failed to dismantle it. Zhao Jike stood in Dacheng Hall, vowing to live and die with the hall.The commotion became more and more fierce today, Wang Wuquan called a few people to drag Zhao Jike away from the stele, but Zhao Jike himself was not dragged away by them, those who pulled him were chopped off by Zhao Jike's single arm .Wang Wuquan knew the importance of Zhao Jike in the eyes of the Japanese, so he didn't dare to take it seriously. After much deliberation, he still sent Wu You to the gate of the city to complain to Xiao Zheichiro.Wu You is also an unlucky ghost. Everyone sees him as a bad guy. It seems that he can't do without shirtless things, so he has his own advantages and his disadvantages.This time, he went up to pull Zhao Jike, but he didn't even touch his hand, and his nose was bloody, and he rekindled his old hatred and new hatred.He was not good at observing words and expressions, and he didn't know the details of what was going on. When he got angry, he scolded Zhao Jike severely.But he is also a person who can't hit the nail on the head, just call himself "No Hands, No Hands", which can't help but make Xiao Ju feel angry.As soon as Xiaojue Ichiro entered Hangzhou, he regarded Zhao Jike as his own. Whether he wanted to kill him, chop him up, let him go, or kneel down to thank his life, that was all his business, and he would never allow others to criticize him.At this time, under the eyes of everyone, although it is not easy to have a seizure, he has recorded this account, Wu You's end will come soon, but now, even Xiao Zhe himself has not thought of it. When Xiaojue turned around and reined in his horse, he didn't forget to cast a cold and sinister look at the man named Hang Jiaping, but the man accepted it frankly, with an unfathomable expression, and the sedan chair moved in front of his eyes. The gun-wielding gendarme originally thought that the officer must raise the whip, so that the two men and women who passed the city gate without getting out of the sedan chair could not eat and walk around. Unexpectedly, taking advantage of the chaos in their busy schedule, they didn't raise the whip, and the two passed in a daze. .Looking at Xiao Jue again, he turned around and raised his whip, and rode his horse straight to the city. It seemed that there was another commotion there.Although it is Ching Ming Festival, it is not a peaceful time!The Chinese people are very cunning, not good people!The gendarmes suddenly realized that they had a heavy responsibility on their shoulders, and with a loud roar, they stopped an old mother and daughter behind the sedan chair. They planned to give them a hard time to make up for their hatred just now. Jilong Mountain, the ancestral tombs of life and death of the Hang family covered by layers of old tea and new tea, blood and tears that will never be shed...all the people gathered here today——among them are sworn enemies; There are the betrayers and the betrayed; there are those who love and those who have lost love; there are those who are numb and those who are sensitive; They were doing the same thing under the Longjing tea canopy, and they were all crying from the bottom of their hearts... Old Wu Sheng cried the most freely, it was tears and snot - he cried for Xiaocha, but he mainly cried for himself.He knew that his life was over, and he hadn't been able to catch up with the enemy lying in the grave in front of him--the tea business has become more and more difficult in these years, and Wu Sheng may not have surpassed Wangyou Tea ten years ago. village.He managed bleakly. He was no match for his rivals in Hangzhou, but no match for foreigners: no match for India, no match for Ceylon, and no match for Japan.The Japanese not only occupied our tea market, but also occupied our tea garden, and even occupied my Wu Sheng's home.Several of my children have become traitors. They will no longer have a home for the dead in front of them. They will die without a place to bury them.Wu Sheng cried to himself, thinking while crying, it seems that he is not blessed to be buried in Longjing Mountain in Hangzhou, he has to say hello to his wife, and go back to his hometown in Huizhou to find a place to bury his old bones.Who knows that one day, the burden of the sons and daughters of the country will cause him to throw his bones into the wilderness?He has seen many such things.Old Wu Sheng felt sad: Hang Tianzui, Hang Tianzui, I am not reconciled.In the end, like Wu Chaqing, I couldn't find a resting place for my soul in Hangzhou, a paradise——I'm not reconciled.The traitor son I raised was born to you. His surname is Hang. You Hang Tianzui, who is lying in the loess ridge and fighting against me, is so ruthless. I, Wu Sheng, regret it... We have never seen Shen Lucun's tears - Shenlu Village can cry, which is a miracle in itself.However, he did cry, took out his snow-white handkerchief, and slowly took off his gold-rimmed glasses. Although there were not many tears, he still shed tears, and he didn't pretend to cry for others to see.It seems that because of the inspiration of this green world, he vaguely remembered the cute appearance of his younger sister Luai when she was a child.This was all half a century ago, if he hadn't come to her grave, he wouldn't have remembered it.People are all going to die, and Lu Ai died before him, and he didn't have much pity, the key lies in her extremely cruel death.Jia Qiao has been trying to explain her death as an accident, an unnecessary suicide.But this couldn't be hidden from the old and cunning Shen Lucun, he immediately understood the circumstances under which his sister died.My sister's surname is Shen, and he is also surnamed Shen, and I can't write two characters of Shen in one stroke.His elder brother is like a father, and his younger sister belongs to him, just like the real estate in Jewelry Lane is his, and the silk shop on Nanjing Road in Shanghai is his. He has the responsibility to protect his private property.Although the younger sister is unruly, he has to deal with it. If he had said hello earlier, the younger sister would definitely not have died.It's late now, and Shen Lucun is crying because he didn't fulfill his responsibilities—after making a fuss for a long time, just like old Wu Sheng, he is also crying for himself! Hang Jiaqiao is by no means as complicated as his godfather Wu Sheng's crying—although he only cries for himself, but he only cries for his own life, for the pain of his own body, because he can't figure out whether there is any crying for retribution.He no longer just lit incense on his mother Xiaocha's grave as before.He lit incense in front of every grave of Hang's family, and under the new and old tea trees in front of each grave.He wants to be as devout as possible, but because of the utilitarianism in his bones, his piety seems a bit artificial and hypocritical-his main purpose of piety is to stop the pain in his bones and to keep him healthy for a long time live on.He was still young, and he had never thought of death, and now he was thinking of death in front of his ancestor's grave.He didn't dare to imagine that one day he would lie here, under a tea tree.Besides, who knows if they let him lie here?His heart trembled at the thought of death, and he could not help weeping aloud--his voice was sharp and frantic, like a drowning man trying to catch straw.Suddenly, like a frightened goose, he stretched his neck and stared at the tea canopy all over the mountain.The tea tree is calm and tender, feeding and whispering, but it is indifferent to his crying, and even forms an unharmonious opposition to his crying.He sighed, sat down resignedly, and jumped up suddenly—the second elder brother Jiaping was already standing in front of him, grabbing his collar by the collar...""""" Hang Jiaping got off the sedan chair before reaching Jilong Mountain.He walked faster and faster alone, and he was far away from the team behind him.After all, he still knew how his mother and sister died through his son.When he knew that his younger sister was buried here like a hole in the blood of a big fish in Yuquan, and his beautiful mother was buried with a big vat, he lost his mind for a moment.At the beginning, he picked up a kitchen knife and was about to rush towards the gate of Wushanyuan Cave. He heard that Hang Jiaqiao still lived there.No matter whether his eldest brother, his son, or Chu Qing disguised as his wife came to persuade La, it was useless.As soon as his blood came up, he was no longer the mature, politically enthusiastic, and thoughtful middle-aged man.He is the son of Shen Lu'ai, an impulsive and vigorous avenger.His hair was disheveled, and a pair of suit trousers were hung down, his eyes burned red all of a sudden, and a wolf-like howl came from his throat.Only now did he know why his eldest brother burned his own compound, and he knew why his eldest brother cried bitterly at those big vats.But he was heartbroken and confused. When his elder brother went to pull him to take away his knife, he not only ignored him, but even bit his elder brother. His behavior at this time was really more childish than his own son. The knife shouted: "Why—why did you let Mom die like this, why did you let Mom die like this! Why did you let Mom die like this—" The eldest brother Hang Jiahe was immediately stunned by Jiaping's question.Yeah, why did he let Ma die like this--why didn't he take Ma out with him--why?Because she is not his own mother, he dare not ask her too much?Or was it because he saw that Shen Lvai and Zhao Jike wanted to be alone too much?He Hang Jiahe had never experienced such a brutal war.He has become very gentle, and always wants to harmonize everything and take care of everything.The price of gentleness is to send relatives to die!He froze, dumbfounded, so to speak.He dropped his hands, blood dripping from his bitten fingers.At this moment, Ye Zi, who hadn't shown up all this time, suddenly rushed up. She didn't pull Hang Jiaping a finger, but grabbed Hang Han, and the mother and son suddenly knelt down at Jiahe's feet.Ye Zi said quickly: "Please forgive what the child's father said just now, please try to forget what he said. He doesn't know what he is doing, what he is talking about, please believe that he is not that mean, please forgive me ..." Hang Jiahe was also taken aback at first, but soon calmed down. He squatted down and said to Han'er, "Help your mother into the house." Ye Zi refused to stand up, and asked stubbornly, "You forgive him." Do you forgive the boy's father? I beg you only for the boy—" 嘉和说："我没有生气，也无所谓原谅。" 待他们母子两个回了屋，杭嘉和才对红着眼愣在一边的嘉平说："你等着，我去拿件东西来。" 一会儿工夫，杭嘉和一手拎着一把大柳头出来，对嘉平说："就等着你回来，和我一起砸了这些缸呢。" 弟兄两个，就惊天动地地挥着锄头砸了起来，没过多久，这些大缸就全砸得个粉碎。来来去去的行人，从杭家大院破围墙外走过的，一时就围着了一圈。他们一声不吭地停住脚步，从围墙和篱笆的缝隙中射去目光——不用解释，这个有关大缸闷死人的恐怖的真实的传说，早已经在杭州城里家喻户晓的了。 杭嘉平几乎在家里整整躺了两天，第三天他起来了，他的嗓子嘶哑了，其余的一切却像是恢复了正常。他又开始外出活动了，首先去了孔庙，后来又去了昌升茶楼，还是嘉和亲自陪着一起去的呢。可是他并没有像狂怒时那样拎着菜刀上吴山圆洞门，现在，他和嘉乔在祖坟前冤家路窄，狭路相逢了。 走在后面的叶子有点担心，她迈着小碎步，急急地在山路上奔着，像是前面又发生了什么不测之事。倒是楚卿冷静多了，悄悄地拉住叶子，对她耳语着说："你放心，不会再出事了。你放心。" 她们路起脚来，目光穿过了茶蓬顶梢的那些个嫩叶枝，看见了嘉平来到坟前，他弯下腰去，再直起腰来，两个女人还是禁不住发出一声小小的呼声，杭嘉平的手里拎着杭嘉乔的衣襟——她们没想到在这里会碰到杭嘉乔——这个人眼里还会有祖宗？然后他们又看到杭嘉和出现在他们中间，三兄弟仿佛是对峙了一阵，然后嘉平就松开了手。等后面的女眷们赶到，杭嘉平已经把自己的手深深地插到母亲新坟的黄土堆里去了。 三跪六叩的传统礼节之后，茶山中嚎陶声渐渐地消止了。三路祭扫者们依然维护着各自的阵营，与他人不理不睬，但又各自不相让，仿佛大家都知道这次机会的千载难逢，谁也不敢顾自己第一个离开。 在杭家祖坟前的这些形形色色的男人中间，看上去，仿佛还是杭嘉和最沉得住气了，他悄悄地和坐在身边的杭汉耳语了几句，杭汉就站了起来，到母亲身边拿了几个茶叶蛋。他看到了坐在母亲身边的楚卿朝他看了一眼，然后说："来，我帮你挑几个大的。"这是他们商定好的联络暗号，说明他们的行动从现在开始了。不同的只是除了杭汉一人，谁也不知道他的任务竟然是双重的——他既要开始对沈绿村实施行刺计划，又要在杭家祖坟上引开沈绿村，以保证那批孔庙的祭器能够不为人知地埋在他家的祖坟前。这么想着，他捧着茶叶蛋就走到了正站在茶园前观景的沈绿村面前，恭恭敬敬地说："大舅公，你吃茶叶蛋，伯父让我专门送来给你的。" 这倒是有点出乎沈绿村的意料之外。没想到这个不怕死的甥孙这会儿倒讲起道理来了。还是嘉和，比亲外甥嘉平要明事理得多。为了表示他的态度，他一边接了茶叶蛋，一边说："是汉儿吧。很小的时候舅公倒是见过你的，一眨眼工夫，那么大了。我正在看你们杭家祖坟的风水呢。你们家的祖坟风水真正是好啊，你看，背靠积庆山，面对五老峰，东距西湖只有二里路，满山的茶蓬，福地，福地啊-…·我倒是触景生情起来。哪一日我死了，有那么一块风水宝地睡睡，倒也蛮不错的呢——啊哈……" 沈绿村的悲伤已经过去了，他现在突然想到，这个杭汉有一半日本血统呢，说不定什么时候就用得上。又见杭汉垂下双手，一副唯唯诺诺的样子："是啊，家里的人都说了，要不是祖上的风水好，我这一次哪里能够大难不死呢！" 沈绿村拍拍汉儿的肩膀，说；"你们年纪轻，哪里晓得天多高地多厚？祖上风水虽好，这一次也难保你的命。也不是大舅公在这里为自己评功摆好，要不是我这次来得巧，怕你这条小命也要睡在这里了呢。" "那是，那是，我早就惦记着要上门拜谢大舅公呢，可巧今日就碰到了。"杭汉就好像不知不觉地引着沈绿村走开了，一直走到山脚下的溪河边。他们蹲了下来洗手，但见天色淡蓝，山峦旧绿新绿层出不穷，如波如云。空气香喷喷的，眼前游动着一些肉眼看不清的游丝，水草在溪边温柔地卧下身，真正是独怜幽草涧边生，上有黄鹏深处鸣的意境了。沈绿村虽是个寡趣的人，此时也不免受点感染，说："你要来我这里，那还不是一句话？你什么时候都是可以来的，我倒是有一番话要对你说呢。" 杭汉装作洗脚的样子，突然叫道："舅公，你看溪坑里在冒泡，有黄鳝呢。你等着，我这就下去给你抓一条上来。"说着就裤脚管一橹，双脚一蹦，跳到溪里去了。 沈绿村明日就要回南京了。本来是想回到坟前去和几个外甥寒暄几句就走，没想到汉儿要为他抓黄鳝了，他只好站在溪边说："这是何必呢？你的伤口怕是还没有好吧，浸了水要伤骨头的。再说要吃黄鳍还不简单，市场上买去就是。再说三天两头有饭局，想吃黄鳝还不是一句话，快上来，快上来——" 汉儿一边在水里摸来摸去，一边说："大舅公有所不知，本地黄鳝和外地黄鳝可是大不一样的呢。江西黄鳝泥土气重，江苏的要稍好一些，最入味的要算是宁波和绍兴的，我们杭州的也不错。——别动，别动，我抓住一条了，我抓住一条了——"汉儿一下子从水里伸出手来，朝岸上就扔过去一条黄鳝，然后自己也爬了上来，拎着那条扭动着的鳝鱼说："大舅公，你看，本地黄鳝的花纹要比江西黄鳝淡，但肚子这一块却要比江西黄鳝黄，吃起来，味道就不一样了。等等，又在冒泡了，我再给你抓几条上来＼， 那么说着，汉儿又扑通一声，跳入溪中了。沈绿村站在岸上直摇头，现在他终于明白小掘一郎是过于的草木皆兵了。这个抗汉，哪里有多少斗志血气，明明就是一个杭天醉再世嘛！谁知道是哪一根筋绊牢了，竟然会给日本宪兵两耳光。这么想着，又觉得自己对汉儿负有教育责任，便站在溪边，文明棍捅捅，语重心长地说："汉儿，不是大舅公见了你就嘱咐你。你可不能像你的那个爷爷一样，就晓得玩，到头来还玩出祸水。要有一点政治意识啊！看你木知木党的，什么都不晓得。懂得三民主义吧？" 汉儿一边在水里摸来摸去，一边说："舅公你怎么还讲三民主义，不是日本佬都来了吗？日本佬是讲大东亚共荣圈的啊！" "你看你看，你是不是就没有政治意识了！谁说日本佬一来就不讲三民主义了？你舅公我就天天在讲三民主义。什么是今天三民主义的核心？它的核心，就是唤起全中国人民反抗欧美压迫，争取中国独立。日本明治维新是中国革命的第一步，中国革命则是日本明治维新的第二步。两者的目的都在打破东亚的旧秩序，建设东亚的新秩序。所以东亚联盟的四大原则就是：政治独立，军事同盟，经济合作，文化沟通。这也是东亚民族共同生存共同发展的基本原则——听懂了吗？" 汉儿瞪着一双酷似绿爱的大眼说："没听说过，挺新鲜的。舅公你再给我好好讲讲，让我的脑子也开开窍。" 沈绿村终于叹了口气，说："明天我就去南京了。你今夜就到珠宝巷来吧，我给你带几本书看看。你也是，这么大年纪了，还就晓得摸黄鳝？天晓得你怎么会去劈人家巴掌的，日本人差点把你当共产党打呢！你们杭家人啊，没一个不糊涂的，没一个不糊涂的！" 汉儿笑了，沈绿村还以为他是因为不好意思才笑的呢。他回过头去看看鸡笼山，他看见老吴升、嘉乔和嘉平几个人一起下了山，边走边谈着。沈绿村松了一口气，他想，再怎么说也是一家人嘛。你看，这些死对头们，不是走到一起了吗？ 现在的杭家祖坟上，只有嘉和、叶子、杭盼和小撮着了。他们正在干的事情，可是沈绿村死也不会想得到的呢。