Chen has forgotten that in the past twenty years, has your family ever stopped distributing the people’s hard-earned wealth for half a day?”

Xie Minghe was slightly startled.

"This is a big one, and I don't have time to rectify it." Zhang Xing became more and more angry when he saw the other party's confused state, and continued to sneer. "The other thing is that I originally planned to do it before the trip... The imperial tax was too harsh

, the following falsely reported farmland, and people suffered. At this time, river banks, seaside tidal flats, and mountain pastures are places where people pick wild vegetables and collect aquatic products to survive. But in several counties in the east of the Yangtze River, this mountain is surrounded by someone to see the scenery, and that beach is surrounded by someone.

Raising geese and raising cranes...is this considered a virtuous thing?"

"Raising geese..."

"Of course I know why you raise geese!" Zhang Xing scolded sternly. "It's for the elegance of practicing calligraphy! What you raise cranes for, I also know. Isn't it just because of the five hundred years of the Southern Dynasties that the use of cranes to symbolize noble virtues was formed?

In the cultural atmosphere of intellectuals, aristocratic families want to use cranes to show off their face and catch up with trends! Isn’t that how Mr.

Taking human lives, the Jiangdong family is worthy of holding their heads high and feeling sorry for themselves in front of me, a soldier from the North. I have already given face to you by writing a poem to humiliate you! If I had known you were so shameless, I would have spared no effort.

, there is no place for you to cry when you come back!"

At this point, Zhang Xing's tone became extremely intense:

"The Eight Great Jiangdong Families are destined to perish. Sir, you should have known this a long time ago, but now that you have gotten an advantage, how can you pretend to be sour?!"

After finishing speaking in one breath, Zhang Xing looked at the opponent's knife as if green water was flowing across it. He was startled and naturally felt regretful. However, he had just cursed someone, but he couldn't pretend to be timid, so he had to stand there with his hands raised.

The head is raised, the chest is raised and the belly is protruding, as if disdainful.

But I didn't dare to say another word.

On the other side, after hearing these words, Xie Minghe sighed, but he just turned around and used a knife to leave the signature of the poem with a brocade robe and white ribbon, "Desperate Saburo Zhang Xingzuo".

After finishing writing, he threw the knife over again, then puffed up his sleeves and clasped his hands and spoke:

"Zhang Sanlang said it well... There are some things that I have never thought about and it is my fault; but there are some things that I have thought about for a long time, but it is really difficult to change them for a while... Moreover, today we put aside these angry words and

After all, it was you who insulted my family first, so you can’t say that I have completely lost my sense, right?”

Zhang Xing could only joke. How could he not know that he was the one who made the joke first?

"However, I am indeed a person who likes poetry and literary studies, which is why we are destined to have this night and day." Xie Minghe smiled instead. "That's good. I have already noticed Zhang Sanlang's poetic spirit. No matter how casual you are,

Give me a poem, as long as it is not extremely bad... I will not only let you go, but also forge a fate with you, take you to my house for a drink, worship the Three Glory and the Four Emperors together, and become a close friend.

"

Zhang Xing heard this, thought for a long time, and suddenly asked: "How many years ago did Brother Xie start traveling far and wide all year round?"

"Shortly after the fall of the Chen Kingdom...it has been twenty-one years." Xie Minghe sighed slightly. "I was younger than you at that time. It was here that I saw Yang Bin going south on a building boat, showing off his power like a river god, and then died.

The last hint of contention."

"I remember that there were allusions in Jiangdong. One was a crane dance to pay homage to an old friend, and the other was about watching chess and being beaten for hundreds of years?" Zhang Xing continued to ask.

"The former is an allusion to Huaibei, something that happened before the southern crossing, and the latter has similar legends all over the world." Xie Minghe continued to clasp his hands to answer. "How? Are the words used properly?"

"Brother Xie, if you can trust me and take me home, there is no need to hold a banquet, just buy wine, and then go directly to the ancestral hall and pray!" Zhang Xing didn't know that the other party had already walked down the steps, so he simply leaned over to pick it up.

He held his sword in his hand and responded slowly. "When our friendship is complete, we can write poems well. When I leave, my brother will no longer be able to read."

Xie Minghe nodded, stretched out his hand, and rose into the air. After a moment, he had returned to Jiangdong's mansion.

There, tensions were already rising, and when the Jinyi patrolmen who stayed here saw Zhang Xing returning together, they hurriedly sent someone to ask for inspection.

Unexpectedly, since the two people landed, they didn't care about the crossbows and weapons in the front yard. Instead, they went to the ancestral hall. Then, while the Xie family members, Danyang officials, and the Jinyi patrolmen who were nervously accompanying them were dumbfounded, they first faced the three of them.

They bowed three times to the golden pillars, bowed to each other on all sides, and bowed to each other again in the hall. Then they asked people to bring wine to them, and each of them took a drink. It turned out that they made an acquaintance for eight times in public.

After the ceremony, Zhang Xinghu came to Qin Bao opposite, took out the white paper and hard charcoal pen that the patrolman carried with him, then wrote a poem on the spot, folded it, stuffed it into Xie Minghe's sleeve, and said goodbye.

Seeing that Zhang Sanlang went out and told the officers and soldiers to stay away, Xie Minghe opened the paper, but there was no sound for the third time.

It turns out that even though the charcoal pen was scribbling hastily, a poem still came out:

"The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-one years.

Nostalgic and empty, it is like a poem written by a traveling crane; when you go to the countryside, you will look like a dead person.

Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.

I’ll write a poem for you today, so I can cheer you up with a glass of wine.”

Xie Minghe looked at it for a long time and suddenly moved his feet, but he couldn't help but shed tears on the spot.

It also made the onlookers of the Xie clan even more frightened.

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