The Mao family’s ancestral tomb is called Mao family Longkuang.

Mao Pijiang, who was nearly 60 years old, fell to a grave, whispering in front of a grave while tidying up the weeds.

"Crazy, I wrote you into the book, so that you can stay with me forever."

This tomb has been hibernated and seems to have been in its for some time.

On the tombstone, it was clearly written: The tomb of Dong Mao’s concubine Xiaowan was signed in the fifth year of Yongli.

If you change the year name a little, you will know that this is a tomb from 18 years ago.

Buried in the loess mound is the tomb of Dong Xiaowan, which has been passed down through the ages.

While tidying up the tomb, Mao Pijiang seemed to cry and laugh:

"I used my real name to record you and me. I wanted you to live in the East and West Garden for a while in the book, but I never thought that after the Ming Dynasty incident, I had to add a hurried beginning-

After experiencing a dream, I hid the truth... Reader, where do you tell me about this book? Although it is almost ridiculous..."

Mao Pijiang sighed: "The country is broken, and I, Mao Pijiang, will never leave for my whole life.

When he was young, he did some ridiculous things and got very close to the people in Fushe, which even harmed Mr. Ruan.

But I didn't expect that I thought it was a reunion society for my family and country, but it was a group of beasts with no country!"

Mao Pijiang held a letter in his hand and ignited it while throwing it on the burning paper money, and laughed:

"How many letters have Chen Mingxia written to me? I can't remember it clearly. Every letter is burned for you anyway, so you can save you from being bored there..."

Mao Pijiang's mouth curled a smile, as if he was recalling the days he was with Dong Xiaowan.

"He said I am 'Zhuxia in the sky, white crane among people'..."

"hehe!"

Mao Pijiang seemed to remember the slightly raised look of this girl's lips when she encountered something that she looked down upon.

"No matter whether it is the morning glow or the sunset, what a noble thing it is, it is not comparable to me, the remnants!"

Having said that, Mao Pijiang seemed to remember Dong Xiaowan's smile again.

"Don't say it, I portray your appearance in the Stone Book!"

"Browse, Browse!"

"You died early, and I will carve you as an eternal pain in my heart. You like to bury flowers, like snacks, and like to write poems and chant essays. I have never forgotten these."

"Your family is in decline and your life is in a difficult situation. I am heartbroken. The book lets you live in your home. Don't be surprised by this. I really can't bear to have your thin body suffer from difficulties."

Mao Pijiang took a deep breath and watched the letter turn into powder.

When Chen Mingxia died, he kept the last letter of persuasion to surrender.

But it was not for when I took this to serve in the Qing Dynasty.

Even though he lived in a thatched cottage, he could not return home. In order to raise the orphans left by the anti-Qing righteous men, he even sold most of the two gardens in his home. He had to rely on selling calligraphy and paintings to socialize those who robbed on fire during the day.

When lighting the lights at night, you have to sprinkle thousands of words just to get a meal!

When did Mao Pijiang frown?

"I am unparalleled in wealth and fame all over the world, and I am a beautiful woman. Even if I am poor and destitute, I still have maids who will never leave me. However, what I am most sorry for in my life is the country!"

"Old Gu said it well!"

"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country!"

Mao Pijiang picked up a ball of paper money in his hand and threw it into the pile of fire, watching the green smoke rise slowly.

"Xiaowan, you are waiting for me there, I still have something to do!"

Mao Pijiang picked up his manuscript and saw the huge "Stone" above clearly visible.

"I dare not sign or write my real name. It's not that I am afraid of dying, but that if I die, I will not see the day when the country is liberation!"

Qingfeng flipped the manuscript and then stopped. It was the second chapter. Mao Pijiang looked up and murmured:

"If you were born in a poor family with poor poetry and books, you would be a master of talent... As before, Xu You, Tao Qian, Ruan Yi... Shi Manqing, Liu Qiqing, Qin Shaoyou, Ni Yunlin, Tang Bohu, Zhu Zhishan..."

"Xiaowan, I'm afraid I can't learn from that Tang Bohu. Do you know? We're back from the Ming Dynasty!"

"only……"

"well!"

Mao Pijiang sighed: "Everyone in the world is afraid of His Majesty's defeat, so he dare not go to help..."

"Xiaowan, you said I have been hiding all my life. People in the world say that I am Mao Pijiang is the leader of the fourth young master. You said that I have reached the era of knowing destiny. Do you still have to bring this talent into the soil?"

"At that time, I'm afraid you'll say that I'll be a lifelong man, but I can only bring my children's love!"

...

"The East Garden is gone, I keep your favorite water pavilion, this is the only thing that has not been sold."

"I didn't go to the Qing court, so the local governments repeatedly targeted my family. A few years ago, I had to sell the last 3,000 acres of land in my family, exchanged money and grain to rescue the people in exchange for my chance to survive..."

"Xiaowan, do you think I'm very stupid?"

Mao Pijiang sat on the ground, regardless of the coldness of the ground after the spring rain.

He laughed wildly:

"I'll wait!"

As he smiled, tears surged out: "After destroying the ancestral property and leaving a fool's reputation, I finally waited!"

Mao Pijiang burst into tears. He was almost sixty years old and cried like a child, just as sad as Dong Xiaowan was 'exploded' by the Qing army.

However, that time, he was sorrowful than death in his heart, but this time, it was the sweet rain of the dead trees coming to spring.

"When His Majesty Nan Yang recovered, I wanted to go, but I just wanted to wait for your death day, but I didn't want to..."

"Your Majesty is amazing! All the three towns in Hankou have been restored. Do you know? I took you to open the river waterway and traveled to the merchants who thought military funds would be the suggestion."

"The wealth in the world is nothing more than the income from trade, and you and I know this."

"Don't say I'm stupid!"

Mao Pijiang's tears seemed to have the look of Dong Xiaowan frowning and squeaking his fingers.

He had already missed deeply, and he could no longer tell whether it was Lin Daiyu in the book or Dong Xiaowan in his memory...

However, no matter which one it was, she was the girl who was not undressed for his illness.

"Do you know? We are so stupid!"

Mao Pijiang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "We support officials, train students, control the court, and trade the world in our own business, but we formulate national policies and prohibit the court from conducting business. We have set a lot of conveniences for us..."

"Even, the royal family felt that there were many families, and they were willing to learn the royal family to operate their own businesses and rely on their own business, and even allowed the royal family to take the exam, which was also destroyed by us!"

Mao Pijiang closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!