Northbound Chronicle: Civil Fortress

For a long time, the book lovers in the warehouse have a small idea: we are bound by this book, so why not deepen the fate?

After a long time of deliberation, the leader and Sister Yu coordinated the plan in Beijing and provided complete logistical arrangements.

But good things take time. According to the plan, this book club meeting will be held in the next year, but many book friends gave up because of the uncoordinated time, which is a pity!

With these regrets, several book friends, including myself, rushed to Beijing from different places.

Yes, we are going to walk that Beizheng road!

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The start of the trip was good. After eight and a half hours of train journey, 8000 got in touch with me, and he will meet me at the South Railway Station.

Later, Sanhua arrived at the meeting place first.

In the end, the knight will also arrive at the station, and there is still a small white, who is further north, and will meet us in the early morning of the next day.

My first impression of 8000 was quite serious. The two of us took the subway all the way, and finally met the knight in Huangzhuang, and walked all the way to the place arranged by the leader.

It was already dark at this time, and we were not far from the gathering place.

But the three old men drove the navigation, and within a very short distance, we actually went in the wrong direction, and the three men who were screaming in their hearts: "I'm not a rookie..." are about to collapse specific feelings.

However, walking a short distance is just a good way to exercise the body stiffness caused by long-term driving.

...

The meeting place is an apartment with a kitchen, which is very convenient.

When we arrived, the leader, sister Yu, and the leader's daughter were cooking and preparing to entertain us.

The first impression the leader gave me was that he was extroverted and friendly, and he was very happy when he smiled.

Yes, the first impression the leader gave me was happiness!

Sister Yu has short hair and looks extraordinarily capable and energetic.

When we met for the first time, the leader gave everyone a warm hug to eliminate a little strangeness. Of course, I also want to hug Sister Yu, but I dare not, for fear of being knocked down by a punch.

After everyone got to know each other, dinner was almost ready.

Of course, you have to drink while eating. Except for the lady, the five men all drank a kind of white wine specially bought by the leader.

Baijiu has a sweet taste and is excellent.

After finishing the two bottles of liquor, there was beer.

The knight can drink very well, and Sanhua is even more generous. If he didn't need him to drive a car the next day, he would probably pass out a few times...

Of course, you must want to ask how my drinking capacity is, I don’t want to say, sincerely... Among the six people who drink, I am probably the worst.

After getting a little drunk, everyone's topics spread a lot.

At this time, you can see your true nature. The serious looking 8000 is actually a master of jokes. You should be able to imagine that a serious-looking guy suddenly tells a joke with a straight face, and the effect is really irritating.

The knight is also a joker, and the leader is even more joyful, so the meal is over until very late, and then they drink tea and chat. Drinking and drinking, everyone went to sleep one by one. In the end, only me and the leader were left, and we didn't sleep until the early morning.

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At around six o'clock the next morning, everyone gathered together, and the moon was still hanging in the sky, so Xiaobai hurried over.

Two cars and nine people rushed straight into the morning light of Beijing.

At the first stop, we went to Tumubao, a place with mixed flavors. Many local houses are being built or repaired. So 'lost'.

Sister Yu was driving one of the two cars, and Sanhua took a car with people, and slowly found them according to the address provided by WeChat location. They have already passed the ruins of the civil castle, and out of time considerations, we are going to give up our plan to go to the ruins.

The place where we parked happened to be an open space, and that was the site of the Tumu Village Health Center.

Just on the edge of the open space, a stage built in the 1950s and 1960s is still solid after wind and rain.

There are two poems on both sides of the stage, but the calligraphy, it should be cursive script, is really hard to read. The leader and a few of us studied there for a long time, but we still couldn’t fully understand it. Finally, through Baidu, we found out that it was an excerpt from a poem from that year.

It was probably luck that everyone set off from their homes. Just when we regretted not being able to see the ruins of Tumubao, Sister Yu, who was looking for photo materials, found an ancestral hall.

——Xianzhong Shrine!

The leader's daughter is a lively girl, she went to ask someone, and then someone opened the door and took us in.

As soon as you enter, you can see several steles, one of which is the most mottled, with a poem Nian Nujiao engraved on it.

Entering the Xianzhong Shrine, it doesn't feel very big, and the left and right wing rooms are closed. An uncle opened the door of the main room, and we walked in with curiosity.

This is an old building, the walls are mottled, and the shells are even cracked in many places.

The gods painted on the wall are faintly visible, and some sacrifices are placed on the front table, which makes people feel that hundreds of years later, the civil and military officials who died in the chaos are still being watched here.

Yes, it is death...

There is a board on the right, which reads: The tablet of the officials who were martyred in the Civil Engineering Change.

The long list below was thus written in black ink on the yellow board.

——Wenchen: Wang Zuo, Shangshu of the Ministry of Households, gifted Shaobao, posthumously Zhongjian.

Below that are the official titles and names, which seem dull...

Zuo Wen You Wu, the first name on the right makes me feel a little bit emotional.

——Zhang Fu: Grand Master, Duke of England. He was granted the posthumous title of King Dingxing and posthumously named Zhonglie.

Then came Zhu Neng...

Thinking back to that battle back then, the merits and demerits cannot be judged, but the confusion of the Ming army and the failure to make a timely decision to attack... I don't know what the monarchs and ministers were thinking at that time when the water was cut off.

In this battle, the Ming army was surrounded by fewer attacks and more attacks.

This battle between the emperor and ministers of the Ming Dynasty is unimaginable.

In one fell swoop, this battle ruined the most elite army of Ming Dynasty, as well as civil servants and generals.

So far, when Da Ming faced the powerful enemies in the grassland, he no longer had Chengzu's defying and activeness, and Da Ming began to decline from then on...