When Xu Ping and Duan Yunjie were thinking about the sacrifice, footsteps came from outside. When Xu Ping saw that Tan Hu was back, he said to Duan Yunjie: "I bought the sacrifice, let's go."

Duan Yunjie nodded, packed up, copied the sacrificial text, pulled Xiuxiu, and followed Xu Ping out of the door.

Tan Hu asked a soldier to carry the sacrifices, and he brought six more soldiers along the way. Since the last incident happened, Tan Hu has been cautious even within the scope of Taiping Village.

At this time, the clouds were already thick, and it was about to rain.

As a result, as soon as I left the village, I heard a thunderbolt from the sky, and the raindrops as big as beans hit me with no head or shame.

Turning back to the eaves, Xu Ping looked at the sky and smiled bitterly, "It's said that the thunder is loud and the rain is small. The thunder just now shook the mountains, and I think the rain won't last long."

No matter how long it takes, it is always time to pay tribute. Tan Hu sent a soldier back to get an umbrella, saying that he would be fine for a moment, and the rain gear would arrive soon.

Xiuxiu left Duan Yunjie, stood under the eaves, looking up at the sky, motionless. She didn't say anything, her eyes seemed to be looking at a very distant place, and no one knew what she was thinking.

The sky after the rain seemed to be washed, blue, intoxicating. The world was filled with fresh air, and even the heat that was hard to get rid of during the season was washed away, and the whole world seemed to have been reborn.

Taiping Village has no city walls and is surrounded by rivers on three sides. It is just a village wall built in the only place leading to the land outside, with a village gate to restrict access to personnel.

Not far from this village gate, there is a low stone hill on the bank of Zuojiang River. The land is barren and cannot be planted. It has become a cemetery over time.

Liu Xiaomei was buried here. Her identity was already low, and the barbarians did not have the custom of returning to their hometown to bury them. Of course, her hometown did not have a cemetery that belonged to her, and her soul could only float in a foreign land.

The more you walk, the more desolate heavier heavier heavier he looked at the surging Zuojiang River next to you, and the wild grasses on the barren mountains became heavy. With memories of his previous life, he knew more about the difficulties and difficulties of life of these lower-level figures, and also understood that he could face life and death calmly, and give blessings to those who share the same destiny as him at the last moment of his life, without mentioning his greatness.

This is a person who should be recorded in history than the general magistrate of Yongzhou and more than ordinary officials. Such a person should not be forgotten by history. Unfortunately, the historian's pen will not be written on her name. In the long years, she will only leave her own legend.

Walking through a small hill, it is a flat land sandwiched between the two mountains. The surrounding streams flow into Zuojiang from here. The soil brought by the streams makes it more fertile than the surroundings. There are dense bamboo forests, towering trees, and grassy grasslands. There are also a few wild banana trees swaying beside the bamboo forest.

Liu Xiaomei's tomb is facing the river, and a roll of fresh loess is particularly conspicuous in a piece of green.

Not far away from the tomb, there was a big tree embraced by two or three people. Below the tree, tall and tall, leaning against the tree, looking at the turbid Zuojiang River not far away, making a rumble sound, and running downstream.

His body was already wet, but he didn't feel it. There was only river water in his eyes, and only the person in the tomb in his heart.

Xu Ping saw it from afar. He wanted to say hello, but felt that he shouldn't destroy the tranquility here. He whispered to Tan Hu, asking him to call Gao Daquan and pay tribute to Liu Xiaomei together.

Tan Hu quickly walked under the tree and walked closer. Seeing that Gao Daquan didn't notice him, he shouted softly: "Brother Gao, it turns out that you are here, no wonder you can't find you."

Gao Daquan woke up from his thoughts, turned his head to see Tan Hu, nodded and said hello. He wanted to stand up, but as if he had no strength, he got up anyway, so he had to lean on the tree helplessly.

"The official is here to pay tribute to Liu Xiaomei, come together."

Tan Hu said, and stepped forward to help Gao Daquan up. Seeing that he was soaked all over, as if he had just been fished out of the river, he sighed: "You have been here all the time, you've been wet in the rain just now. My little sister is a good person, and she has gone after all, so don't bother yourself. If you live well, she will be relieved only when she is underground."

Gao Daquan just sighed and let Tan Hu support him.

When I arrived at the tomb, I saw the incense candles on the ground messy, and the incense ash was mixed with rain and strange patterns were drawn on the ground.

In the early morning, Liu Dahu and Niang Qiu also came to pay tribute. In addition, Gao Daquan's offerings were not expected to be washed away by a heavy rain. I wonder if Liu Xiaomei had enjoyed it.

Tan Hu held Gao Daquan and stood firmly, directed the soldiers to set up the altar in front of the tomb, put the incense burner, and arranged the incense, candles and fruits one by one.

Gao Daquan came to greet Xu Ping, and Xu Ping hurriedly supported him: "We don't have to care about these common etiquettes. It looks like you are sick and your old friend has passed away. Don't be too sad, your body is also important."

"Small understand."

Gao Daquan understood as he said it, but he might not be able to do it when he looked at him.

Xu Ping sighed in his heart. The effect of persuasion of such a thing is not great. He can only let Sun Qilang and Tan Huduo accompany Gao Daquan to relax and let him walk out slowly by himself.

The altars and offerings were arranged. Xiuxiu, who had been silent, walked forward, and carefully arranged them one by one. After the arrangement, she stood aside and stared at Liu Xiaomei's tombstone.

Lighting the incense candle, Duan Yunjie pulled Xiuxiu forward to salute.

Xiuxiu obediently followed Duan Yunjie to perform rituals, but her eyes kept looking at the tombstone, as if in her heart, her sister Liu Xiaomei was watching her in the tomb.

After everyone bowed, Xu Ping stepped forward to salute.

Duan Yunjie handed over the copied sacrificial text, Xu Ping spread it out, and recited it in a low voice.

"In August of the ninth year of Wei Tiansheng, Dr. Taichang was appointed as the sugarcane service in Yongzhou. Xu Ping, the chief judge of Yongzhou, brought the food and fruits of the four seasons to sacrifice to Liu Xiaomei's wife in the sky.

...

I traveled thousands of miles and was sentenced to Yongzhou for four years now. I worked hard but failed. The local area was unstable, and there was a disaster for my wife. The superiors were defeated by the country and the inferiors were ashamed of the people.

...

The wife was born in the last days, and she cultivated herself and stood in heaven and earth. When the disaster occurred, there was no word to her. She only hoped that the clan members would not be born to be slaves from now on... I used to defend a land in the past, but how could I be ashamed of hearing it and dare not obey the order? According to the words of the wife, the court's constitution was carried out in the local area, and there will be no more lawless land under the rule from now on.

...

This man has passed away, and his spirit will last forever. His words at the end of his life will bring blessings to future generations. His wife's virtue will be remembered forever forever.

Alas, and still have a feast!”

After thinking about it, Tan Hu came up and burned it, turning into a piece of ashes. A breeze blew by the river, circling the grave with paper ashes.

Gao Daquan was supported by Tan Hu, standing there quietly, looking at the cigarette owl in front of Liu Xiaomei's tomb. In the illusion, he seemed to see the often smiling face again, and the smile accompanied her to another world.

(This chapter compensates for the number of words I owe yesterday, and there is still one chapter in the evening, so it will be relatively late. I’m sorry to owe a chapter, so I will wait until the weekend to make it up. Please forgive me.

Liu Xiaomei's story ends here, readers can also see that this person is based on Liu Sanjie. However, from the information I checked, the original story should be Liu Sanmei, and the movie is changed to Sanjie. Liu Sanmei's story is widely circulated, and some details and endings are different. The book takes the legend of Liu Sanmei in Zuojiang area. The story itself is the end of a tragedy. I always feel that this person cannot avoid it when writing to that place. Maybe I am pretentious, but the widespread circulation of this story should still be

This explains some things. As for the next reforms carried out by the protagonist under his rule, it should have been carried out in history after Di Qing fought south. The division of the clan was changed into a household registration, and local officials were included in the jurisdiction of the village. Local officials saw the village as if the people were seen as officials. This is a historical record. It is precisely because Di Qingnan's expedition brought about earth-shaking changes to that place, so most historical memories are traced back to Di Qing until now. Of course, history will not be copied in the book, but there is always a shadow of history.)
Chapter completed!