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"Where are we going? It's so heavy rain."

"I don't know, we have to leave right away."

Zhao Ying was unwilling to leave and shouted, "I won't leave! Unless you tell me where to go."

"Maybe it's Chameng, maybe it's even west. I don't know that the world is so big that there is always a place to go."

"What's wrong?"

Outside the door, a group of people rushed over, regardless of Zhao Ying's wishes, and lifted his thin body and left.

"Don't do this! I can't get wet in the rain..."

The carriage ran very fast and went straight out of the city.

Not long after, Zhao Ying's father-in-law Yang Fa led dozens of people to meet with them and ran towards the river port.

The heavy rain actually made them much more convenient, but...

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, someone was already trapped on the horse.

"Official army! It's an official army!"

Yang Fa was shocked.

He was usually cruel, but he was really afraid of the government army and immediately panicked.

"Run!"

"Bang!"

"The thief Yang Fa, won't he surrender yet?"

Zhao Ying was so scared that he fell into the carriage as he heard these movements.

Suddenly, Yang Fa shouted again.

"Miko Panasonic! Protect me!"

"Hard! Tighten the hooking."

In the carriage, the usually cute and charming Yang suddenly rushed out.

Zhao Ying opened his mouth, and heard a "bang" outside, as if he had shattered his heart.

~~

In the 32nd year of Jiantong, spring.

The south of Kaifeng City, Shifu Prison.

"Tadadada..."

The cotton spinning machine made a neat sound, and the cotton quilts were rolled up.

"Zhao is."

Suddenly, a prison guard shouted, shouting a thin middle-aged man who was spinning cotton.

"I...I did nothing wrong." Zhao Shi replied.

"I didn't say you did something wrong. Your sentence reduction is approved. Come with me."

"Can I get a reduction in sentence?" Zhao was surprised at first, but then panicked. "Sabashi Matsushita went out and came back, saying that the outside changes too quickly, so he would rather come back and spun cotton. I go out... Can it work?"

"You compare with him? What kind of place he lived in and what kind of food he ate since he was a child? He thinks it is good, what do you think?"

"I don't think."

"Today, Henan's envoy's sentence is here. He personally tried the files of our cell within five years... you also recognize him."

Zhao Shi said in surprise: "I recognize him?"

He actually doesn't recognize too many people.

Especially eleven years ago, he wrote many letters to some former loyal ministers of the Song Dynasty, which harmed many officials who were originally loyal to their duties and harmed others and themselves, so many scholars scolded them in newspapers.

He has really lost a lot since then.

But when all the value was squeezed out by those people, he was finally able to survive as a civilian.

When I walked to the court, I saw a serious red-robed official with many scars on his face sitting on his head, and there were a row of officials dealing with documents in the hall.

"I've seen the patrol."

"Zhao, do you remember me?"

Zhao Shi shook his head and replied, "I don't remember."

"Zhao Qi, I was there when you were arrested."

Zhao Qi came down from the official ceremony and personally led Zhao to sit down at a table, asking, "What are your plans after you go out?"

"I don't know, I will very few."

"In more than ten years, the world has changed a lot, with grain production increasing, marine trade booming, various products coming in, and various things have been invented, changing with each passing day." Zhao Qi said: "But you don't have to worry that you are not adapting. The prosperous era is coming, and it is easy to survive. Think about it, what are you best at doing?"

"I can...spin cotton?"

"What else?"

Zhao thought for a while and said, "I play the piano well. My grandmother likes to listen to the piano. I often play it for her when I was a child."

"It's good to play the piano. Playing the piano is a good business now." Zhao Qi smiled and said, "I am a rough man, but I can't play the piano."

"Yes...but I am a descendant of the Zhao family." Zhao said: "I can't insult..."

"I am also a descendant of the Zhao family."

Zhao Qi suddenly became serious and said in a sonorous tone.

"Looking at the genealogy, my bloodline was closer to the throne than yours before Shaoxing crossed the south, but I never took pride in it. Now I started from a small period of time and put on my public uniform for eighteen years, and I protected the people and reported to the country, and put on this crimson official uniform with real contributions. I want my ancestors and younger generations to be proud of me."

Zhao Qiyan finished this, and after that, he waved his hand and asked someone to take Zhao down.

~~

The 39th year of Jiantong.

The Yellow River Dam is north of Kaifeng City.

Someone set up an ancestral hall on the shore.

Every June 16th, the people will commemorate the completion of the dam and pay tribute to the magistrate of Longting who died in the line of duty.

Among the people in the queue, someone asked, "I heard that Master Zhao will come to play the piano today?"

"Yes, I came from Suzhou to listen to Master Zhao's piano music. I heard that he comes to the Yellow River charity performance every year."

"Do you know why? I saw the ancestral hall over there..."

On the Yellow River, a large ship was sailing and moored on the shore.

"Zheng..."

There is a piano sound, and because there is a loudspeaker around it, it can be transmitted far away.

The people who listened to the piano calmed down, and the travelers from Jiangnan were very surprised.

They did not expect that the Zhao family's bullet was not a mediocre sound, but a rather grand Yellow River song.

Some singers sang loudly with the sound of the piano.

"Who says the Yellow River is harmful? The Yellow River waves come all the way, and the sound of the sound of the sound of the wind is like thunder."

The sound of the piano is getting higher and higher and faster.

The singing is getting louder and louder and more excited.

Finally, in the heart of the strings, the singers burst into a loud roar.

"Who says the Yellow River is harmful? Now it makes the Yellow River flourish in prosperity!"

"boom!"

A cannon sounded and the commemorative ceremony of the Yellow River Dam began.

The thin figure who was performing at the bow of the boat got up, bowed to the people, and left with the piano in his arms.
Chapter completed!