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Volume 92: Youxias

Chapter 104 of 漢書 ✓ Translated
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Volume 92: Biographies of the Knights-Errant (the sixty-second chapter).
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In the old order the Son of Heaven founded states, nobles founded lineages, and every rank from minister to peasant knew its place, so the people obeyed their betters and no underling nursed designs on his superior's seat. Confucius said, "When the Way holds sway, ministers do not hijack the government." Every official followed statute and orders, did only the job assigned him, faced death for neglect, and fines for meddling outside his portfolio. Superiors and inferiors moved in step, and the business of the realm ran straight.
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Once Zhou grew weak, the feudal lords—not the king—set the tune for war and ceremony. After Duke Huan of Qi and Duke Wen of Jin, ministers held hereditary sway and household stewards dictated policy. By the Warring States era the realm had slid into leagues of north–south alliance and east–west deal-making, with every state flexing raw muscle. Then came the famous lords of the blood—Xinling in Wei, Pingyuan in Zhao, Mengchang in Qi, Chunshen in Chu—who traded on royal connections, bankrolled knights-errant, and honored even petty schemers as honored guests. Minister Yu Qing of Zhao threw away office and ruler to ransom his ruined friend Wei Qi from disaster; Lord Xinling forged a royal order, killed a general, and seized an army to lift the siege on Pingyuan—all for the glamour of being indispensable to princes and famous across the world, so every bravo who cracked knuckles in a wine shop ranked the Four Lords first. Private loyalty trumped public duty, and the old ethic of serving one's post vanished.
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When the Han rose, the law stayed slack, and no one tightened it in time. Hence Chen Xi, chancellor of Dai, rolled with a thousand chariots in his train, while Liu Pi in Wu and the king of Huainan each kept client armies counted in thousands. Inside Chang'an the Dou and Tian factions jostled for power, while in the alleys bare-chested swordsmen like Ju Meng and Guo Xie built reputations that cowed nobles and bent whole commanderies. Commoners gloried in their legends and ached to imitate them. Even when the law caught them, they styled themselves martyrs like Zilu or Qiu Mu—ready to die unrepentant for a famous end. Master Zeng warned, "When rulers stray from the Way, the people lose their moorings." Without a clear-sighted sovereign to show what he honors and detests, and ritual and statute to snap them back into line, how will folk learn where the boundary lies?
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By ancient right standards the Five Hegemons were already traitors to the Three Sage-Kings; the Warring States were worse again. The four lordly parvenus sank lower still. How much less pardonable are commoners like Guo Xie who arrogate the power of life and death—no punishment could be enough. Yet watch them help the poor, soothe the desperate, and refuse praise—they could show a charisma few gentlemen matched. What a waste that they never steered that energy into true virtue, but rode the fad to ruin—death and lineage cut off were not accidents but the natural bill.
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After the Dou–Tian feud and the Huainan revolt, the emperor set his jaw, and even Wei Qing and Huo Qubing learned to keep clients at arm's length. Still, every province bred its bravos, and Chang'an kinfolk still jostled in official carriages—an old story, hardly worth another line. Under Chengdi the Wang in-laws ran the richest salon of retainers, headed by Lou Hu. By Wang Mang's day Chen Zun lorded it among the great ministers, while Yuan She ruled the back-alley swordsmen.
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Zhu Jia of Lu was a man of Gaozu's generation. Lu was famous for scholars, yet the Zhu family made its name with swords. He saved hundreds of desperate fighting men and countless humbler souls besides. He never bragged of his power or waited for thanks, and he hid from everyone he had helped. When he handed out relief, the poorest got served first. His house stayed bare: plain single-color robes, one dish to a meal, and travel no grander than an ox cart. He chased other people's crises harder than his own comfort. After smuggling Ji Bu out of danger, he never showed his face again—not even when Ji Bu rose to high office. East of Hangu every bravo strained to claim his friendship.
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Tian Zhong of Chu, famed as a knight, treated Zhu Jia like a father and admitted he could not match him. When Tian Zhong died, Ju Meng picked up his mantle.
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Ju Meng came from Luoyang. Where Zhou folk prided themselves on trade, Ju Meng made his name with a sword. During the Rebellion of Seven States, Zhou Yafu rode east as Grand Commandant, picked up Ju Meng in Henan, and laughed with relief: "If Wu and Chu forgot to recruit Ju Meng, they have already lost." In a shaken empire, landing Ju Meng was like capturing an enemy capital. Ju Meng lived like Zhu Jia but loved dice and the games of the young. When his mother died, a thousand chariots followed her bier from every corner of the realm. When he died, his heirs could not scrape together ten catties of gold. Wang Meng of Fuli was another blade between the Yangzi and the Huai. Around then the Jians of Jinan and Zhou Fu of Chen were feared as local tyrants. Emperor Jing sent agents to wipe out every one of those clans. Soon enough new names surfaced—the Bai families of Dai, Han Wubi in Liang, Xue Kuang in Yangdi, Han Ru in Shan—each as bold as the last.
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Guo Xie of Zhi in Henei was the maternal grandson of Xu Fu, the famous face-reader from Wen. His father had lived by the sword and died on the execution ground under Emperor Wen. Guo Xie was soft-spoken and deadly sober. As a youth he nursed grudges in silence and left a long trail of corpses whenever he felt slighted. He lent his blade for friends' feuds, hid wanted men, led raids, and in quieter moments counterfeited cash and robbed graves—too often to count. Heaven smiled on him: every tight corner opened like a general pardon.
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In middle age he curbed his temper, paid good for evil, gave liberally, and asked nothing back. Yet he only relished the knight's role more fiercely. He saved lives without crowing, but the old killer still lurked inside, ready to strike over a sideways glance. Young blades who worshipped him settled scores on his behalf and never told him.
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使 使
Guo Xie's nephew traded on his name, forced a drinking partner to empty his cup, and when the man faltered, held him down and poured liquor down his throat. The guest lost his temper, stabbed the nephew to death, and vanished. Guo Xie's sister raged, "When you still answered to the name Wengbo, no killer of my boy would have lived an hour!" She left the body in the ditch unburied to shame her brother into action. Guo Xie quietly traced the killer's hideout. Cornered, the man gave himself up and confessed everything to Guo Xie. Guo Xie said, "You were right to kill him; my nephew was in the wrong." He dismissed the killer, blamed his nephew for the fight, and gave the body a decent burial. The local notables praised his fairness and clung to him tighter than ever.
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When Guo Xie walked abroad, crowds parted—except one lounger who sat sprawled and stared him down. Guo Xie asked his name; his followers drew steel. Guo Xie stopped them: "If folk in my own town do not respect me, the fault is mine—what has he done!" He slipped the precinct clerk a word: "That man matters to me—scratch him from corvée rolls when his turn comes." Month after month the man showed for night watch and was waved past while clerks looked the other way. Puzzled, he pressed for an answer and learned Guo Xie had bought him free. The lounger stripped to the waist and begged forgiveness. The young blades heard the story and idolized him more than ever.
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Two feuding Luoyang clans ignored a dozen local peacemakers. Finally they sent for Guo Xie. Guo Xie called by night, and even the bitterest foe bent his ear. He told them, "Your Luoyang elders have pleaded with you for months and you ignored them." Now you honor me by yielding—how could I steal the credit that belongs to your own town worthies! He slipped away before dawn and left word: "Pretend nothing happened until I am gone, then let your local heroes announce the truce as theirs."
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Guo Xie was a slight, humble man who walked everywhere and would not drive a cart onto the magistrate's yard. In neighboring provinces he pled cases: if a door could be opened, he opened it; when he could not win a pardon, he brokered face-saving terms for both sides—only then would he touch wine or meat. Notables stood in awe of that scruple and competed to do his errands. Local youths and county bravos would roll up in a dozen carts after midnight, begging to put his guests up at their expense.
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When the court ordered rich families moved to Maoling, Guo Xie was too poor on paper to qualify. The local clerks dared not exempt him for fear of higher wrath. General Wei Qing pleaded, "Guo Xie is too poor to be on the removal list." The emperor snapped, "A commoner who can move my general is not poor!" When he was forced west, well-wishers showered him with more than ten million cash in parting gifts. Yang Jizhu's son, a county clerk, blocked the convoy, so Guo Xie's nephew took the man's head. Once inside the pass every Guanzhong notable, stranger or friend, rushed to win his smile at the mere mention of his name. Locals murdered Yang Jizhu; when his kin sent a petitioner to the throne, someone cut the petitioner down on the palace steps. The emperor heard and ordered Guo Xie's arrest. Guo Xie ran, stashed his mother and kin in Xiayang, and slipped on alone to Linjin. Ji Shao'weng of Linjin, a stranger to Guo Xie, smuggled him through the barrier. Once Ji Shao'weng had passed him through the barrier, Guo Xie sent word ahead through Taiyuan, telling every host where he would lodge. The trail led the police to Ji Shao'weng, who killed himself to seal his lips. Eventually they took Guo Xie and combed his record—yet every homicide dated to before a general amnesty.
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At Zhi a pedant sitting with the imperial envoy heard a guest praise Guo Xie and snapped, "Guo Xie lives by breaking the law—what is worthy about that?" One of Guo Xie's followers cut him down and took his tongue. Magistrates blamed Guo Xie, who swore he knew nothing, and no informer ever named the blade. The local report cleared him. Imperial Counselor Gongsun Hong argued, "A commoner who wields a lord's power so that men kill over a dirty look—even if he never gave the order—has committed a worse crime than murder itself." He should be judged for treason against the Way. The court wiped out his whole lineage.
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西退 西調
After that, bravos swarmed the empire, but few worth naming. Still, men like Fan Zhongzi in Chang'an, Zhao Wangsun in Huaili, Gao Gongzi in Changling, Guo Wengzhong west of the river, Lu Wengru in Taiyuan, Er Changqing in Linhuai, and Chen Junru in Dongyang wore the knight's label yet behaved with courteous restraint. As for the Yao gang on the northern road, the Du clans on the western, Qiu Jing in the south, the so-called Zhao Tuo princeling in the east, Zhao Diao in Nanyang—they were bandits in broad daylight, hardly worth ink. Zhu Jia of old would have blushed to share a sentence with them.
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西西 殿
Yu Zhang, styled Zixia, came from Chang'an. Chang'an seethed with swagger, each ward its own swordsmen; Yu Zhang held Willow Market west of the walls and was known as "West-City Yu Zixia." As chief retainer to the Metropolitan Governor he entered the palace, where nobles and attendants crowded to bow to him and ignored their own superior. Yu Zhang shrank back in terror. After that the governor never brought him inside again.
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He befriended Palace Secretary Shi Xian and borrowed the eunuch's clout until guest coaches jammed axle to axle at his gate. Early in Chengdi's reign Shi Xian lost his post for bullying the government and was banished home. Shi Xian was worth millions; on the road out he tried to deed Yu Zhang furniture and fittings valued in the millions, but Yu Zhang refused. When retainers pressed him, Yu Zhang sighed, "Shi Xian pitied me when I was nobody; now his house is ruined and I cannot save him—if I grabbed his goods I would pile disaster on the Shis and call it luck for the Yus!" Notables honored him for that scruple.
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Under Heping, Wang Zun as Metropolitan Governor swept the bravos: he executed Yu Zhang, the archer Zhang Hui, Zhao Jundu of Wine Market, and Jia Ziguang—Chang'an kingpins who kept killers on retainer.
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Lou Hu, styled Junqing, came from Qi. His father was a hereditary physician; Lou Hu grew up trailing him through the mansions of the great in Chang'an. He memorized hundreds of thousands of characters of pharmacopeia and case lore, and elders urged him, "A mind like yours belongs in office, not in an apothecary." So he quit medicine, mastered the canonical texts, spent years on the Metropolitan staff, and made a name.
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The Wangs were at their zenith: each of the five brothers hoarded clients who would not cross to a rival house—except Lou Hu, who dined in every mansion and kept them all smiling. He charmed every circle of scholar-officials, showed real deference to his seniors, and won universal respect. He was small, quick-tongued, and anchored every argument in honor—listeners sat bolt upright. He and Gu Yong were chief clients of the five Wang marquises, and the capital joked, "Ziyun wields the brush; Junqing wields the tongue"—both men were indispensable. His mother's funeral drew two or three thousand wagons, and balladeers sang that the five marquises themselves had staged the rites for Lou Junqing.
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使 使 簿 簿西 簿簿
Marquis Ping'e eventually nominated him as a candidate of integrity; he became a remonstrance grandee and toured the provinces on imperial business. He borrowed heavily, loaded up with silk, detoured through Qi to petition at the ancestral tombs, feasted every kinsman and crony, and handed out silk by rank—burning hundreds of gold in a day. His tour report pleased the throne, and he was jumped up to governor of Tianshui. A few years later he was cashiered and settled again in the capital. Grand Marshal Wang Shang of Chengdu wanted to visit him after court; his chief clerk protested that a man of such rank should not prowl back alleys. Wang Shang ignored the advice and rolled up to Lou Hu's door. The cottage was tiny, so the escort froze under their axles while rain threatened; the chief clerk hissed at the western staff, "No strong warning—now we soak in an alley!" When Wang Shang heard the clerk's gibe on his return, he dismissed him on a trumped-up charge and barred him from office for life.
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Later a nomination made him governor of Guanghan. In the Yuan shi years Wang Mang ruled as Lord of Anhan while his heir Wang Yu and brother-in-law Lü Kuan smeared blood on the mansion gate hoping to scare him into yielding power. The plot surfaced; Mang executed his own son while Lü Kuan ran. Lü Kuan's father was an old friend of Lou Hu's; the fugitive called on him in Guanghan but never breathed a word of the conspiracy. Within days the empire-wide warrant arrived, and Lou Hu handed Lü Kuan over. Wang Mang was delighted, recalled him to court as Former Brilliance Minister—the title is corrupt in the received text—ennobled him as marquis of Xixiang, and ranked him with the Nine Ministers.
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D025 祿 退
During Mang's regency the Huaili rebels Zhao Peng and Huo Hong overran the district under Lou Hu's ministry; he lost his post and became a commoner. Every salary and gift he ever drew slipped through his fingers as fast as it came. Back in the alleys, the five Wang patrons dead and his own vigor gone, his salon thinned to a whisper. When Wang Mang seized the throne he remembered old ties, summoned Lou Hu, and enfeoffed him as a minor attached-city noble at Loujiuli. Wang Yi, Wang Shang's son, became Grand Minister of Works; every old friend flattered him—except Lou Hu, who kept the easy equality of earlier days, so Yi treated him like a father and never slipped in courtesy. At feasts Wang Yi took the seat below the wine jar and toasted him as "your humble son." A hundred guests dropped to the kowtow while Lou Hu alone sat facing east and drawled, "Well, Yi—how does it feel to be the great man?"
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Long before, a childless friend surnamed Lü had moved in with him. He and his wife shared table and board with the old couple. Once Lou Hu retired, his wife and children grew tired of the guests. Lou Hu wept and scolded his household: "Lord Lü is a ruined old friend who threw himself on my mercy—duty says I keep him." He fed the couple until they died. When Lou Hu died, his son inherited the fief.
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輿 西 滿 滿西 西
Chen Zun lost his father young and served with Zhang Song as a Metropolitan clerk. Zhang Song was bookish and abstemious; Chen Zun was a rake—opposites who stayed fast friends and, by Aidi's end, topped every young blade's list. They joined a minister's staff where everyone else rattled up in patched carts—Chen Zun alone rolled in matched teams and silks until his gate looked like a parade ground. He drank from dawn to stupor and let paperwork pile up. The western office docked his pay by rule; runners tracked him to his lodgings: "Sir, today's fine is for such-and-such." Chen Zun said, "Wake me when the tally hits a hundred." Regulations said a hundred demerits meant expulsion; at the hundredth mark the western bureau filed to fire him. Grand Minister Ma Gong, a Confucian who prized talent, told the western bureau, "Chen Zun is a big spirit—do not nag him over trivia." So he nominated Chen Zun for a tough county in the capital region and got him posted to Yuyi. He later quarreled with the Fufeng chancellor and resigned on his own.
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When Zhao Peng and Huo Hong raided Huaili, Chen Zun led a column, crushed them, and earned the marquisate of Jiawei. Back in Chang'an every marquis and in-law treated him as royalty. Every governor bound for a post and every provincial bravo who hit the capital made Chen Zun's house their first stop.
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Chen Zun loved banquets: once the hall filled he barred the doors and dropped the guests' axle pins down the well so no emergency could pry them loose. A provincial inspector once needed an audience at the Secretariat but found Chen Zun mid-orgy; he crawled to Mistress Chen, kowtowed, explained his deadline, and she smuggled him out the back gate while her son reeled. He was almost always drunk—yet the desk work still got done.
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He stood over eight feet, with a long head, big nose, and a commanding frame. He had read widely and wrote with flair. His calligraphy was prized; hosts framed his notes as trophies. No favor asked was refused; everywhere the elite courted him for fear of missing his notice. Another Chen shared his name; whenever that man announced "Chen Menggong" at a door the room jumped—then groaned when the wrong Chen walked in, so wits dubbed him "Chen Who Frightens the Seats."
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Wang Mang admired his gifts; enough officials sang his praise that he was named governor of Henan. On his first day he lined up ten copyists and dictated hundreds of thank-you notes to Chang'an friends. He leaned on the desk, dictated mail while signing documents, tailored every letter to its recipient, and left Henan clerks gaping. Within months he was sacked again.
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While Chen Zun governed Henan and his brother Chen Ji was taking up the Jingzhou shepherdship, both detoured to party at the Chang'an villa of the Zuo clan—rich in-laws of the late King of Huaiyang. Director Chen Chong impeached them: "These brothers owe their rapid rise to imperial favor—one a marquis and governor, the other a regional shepherd—yet they refuse the sober bearing their offices demand." Chen Zun's first act in office was to roll a curtain cart into a back lane, join Widow Zuo's singing party, dance on the rafters, collapse drunk among the cushions, and spend the night carried off by her maids. He knows ritual forbids carousing in a widow's house, yet he drowned in wine, blurred the sexes, insulted his commission, and smeared the seal—conduct too foul to repeat. I ask that both be stripped of office." Both men were cashiered, yet Chen Zun's parties in Chang'an only grew wilder.
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Years later he served as chief commandant in Jiujiang and Henei—three stints at two-thousand-bushel rank. Zhang Song meanwhile rose to governor of Danyang and the marquisate of Shude. Eventually both lost their posts and came home to Chang'an as titled nobles. Zhang Song lived poor and alone except when curious visitors dropped by to debate the canon. Chen Zun howled night and day, jammed his gate with carriages, and stacked feast on feast.
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Earlier Yang Xiong had written his Wine Admonition for Chengdi—a drunk lecturing a prig: "You are the pottery jar." Look at the jar on the well curb—perched high over a fatal drop, every shift nearly a spill. No wine ever wets its lips, yet it hoards the whole well; it cannot roll, only hangs on its hawser. One slip of the rope and the jar shatters in the shaft—down you go, nothing left but mud. Better the wandering wineskin than that brittle pride. The wineskin is supple as a belly-jar, holds liquor all day, and goes out on loan to every tavern. It rides the imperial baggage train, passes both palaces, and runs the court business—true state gear. Tell me again how wine is the villain! Chen Zun loved the parable and told Zhang Song, "That wineskin is you and me. You grind through the canon and watch every step; I drift through the world drunk—yet my titles match yours and I have twice the fun. Who is ahead?" Zhang Song answered, "Nature sets each man his span. You could not live my life, nor I yours without ruin. Still, my disciples stay steady; yours would break the reins—that is my proverb."
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When Wang Mang fell they fled to Chiyang, where bandits cut down Zhang Song. Gengshi's court named Chen Zun marshal-guard to the Grand Marshal and sent him with Liu Sa of Guide marquisate as envoys to the shanyu. The shanyu tried to break him; Chen Zun laid out every consequence until the ruler admired his nerve and sent him home. When Gengshi collapsed Chen Zun stayed north, was overrun by raiders, and died drunk in the melee.
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Yuan She, styled Juxian. His grandfather, a noted bravo, was resettled from Yangzhai to Maoling under Emperor Wu. His father governed Nanyang under Emperor Ai. The empire was flush: great governors collected millions in funeral gifts, and families banked the windfall to build fortunes. Hardly anyone still kept three years of mourning. When his father died he sent back the Nanyang condolence gold, mourned three years by the grave, and became famous in Chang'an. After mourning Fufeng named him a deliberation clerk, and every gentleman in the capital flocked to him. Shi Dan recommended him for a tough magistracy; at twenty-odd he took Gukou. Gukou obeyed his reputation before he issued a single order.
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Years before, a Qin of Maoling had murdered his uncle; Yuan She quit Gukou after six months to hunt revenge. Local swordsmen slew the Qins for him; he hid a year, then walked free on a general amnesty. Every provincial bravo and Wuling gallant who cared about honor claimed him as hero. He threw his doors open to saint and scoundrel alike until every lane he touched overflowed with clients. A critic said, "You were born to office, built a name on refusing gifts and keeping mourning—even blood feud could stay righteous—so why slide into alley-knight swagger?" Yuan She shot back, "Have you never seen a widow slip?" She begins chaste as Song Bo Ji or the Chen widow; one rape later she cannot find the road back though she knows it is wrong. I am that widow."
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He decided that refusing Nanyang gold had bought him fame at the cost of shabby ancestral tombs—unfilial after all. So he raised a mansion-tomb with ringed galleries and doubled gates. Emperor Wu's Governor Cao had left a "Metropolitan Thousand" funeral avenue at Maoling; Yuan She copied the stunt, labeled his "Nanyang Thousand," but locals dubbed it the Yuan family lane. Rich friends paid the bills while he dressed plain and kept his household short. His mission was feeding the hungry and answering every midnight plea. Halfway to a banquet he heard an old woman he knew lay dying of fever in the lane. He turned aside at once and knocked at her door. He found the house in tears, stepped in to mourn, and asked what the burial needed. They owned nothing; he said, "Scrub the rooms, wash the body, and wait for me. Back at the party he told the crowd, "A mother lies unburied—how can I swallow your wine! Clear the table." Guests pressed for tasks; he sat, cut a tally sheet, and assigned shroud, coffin, even grave goods to each man. They scattered to the markets and reassembled by dusk with every item. He checked the haul and told the host, "Now I will take your cup. He barely touched food, then convoyed the goods to the dead woman's house and stayed until she was sealed in the earth. That was how he met emergencies. When a sneerer called him king of crooks, the bereaved son knifed him on the spot.
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便 使
His followers broke laws until reports stacked up at court. Wang Mang jailed him again and again, then pardoned him every time. He took a clerkship to dodge his mob of hangers-on. He guarded the empress dowager tomb detail as earth-return colonel. He rose to gentleman of the palace, then lost the post. He wanted a quiet grave visit and set secret rendezvous with old friends only. He raced alone to Maoling, slipped into his lane house at dusk, and hid. He sent a slave for meat; the man picked a fight with a butcher, cut him, and bolted. The new Maoling prefect Yin had not been visited; when he heard, he raged. Knowing Yuan She's fame, Yin posted two bailiffs on him to teach the town a lesson. Noon passed with no slave; the bailiffs threatened to execute Yuan She instead. Yuan She was cornered. Dozens of chariots of his grave-appointment allies roared in and pleaded with Yin. Yin refused; they offered, "Let Yuan strip, bind himself, thread his ear with an arrow, and kowtow at your gate—that should satisfy your honor. Yin agreed." Yuan She did the ritual penance and walked free.
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Wang Yougong, a county clerk who hated Yuan She, warned Yin, "Humiliate him now and when a real prefect arrives you will crawl back as a clerk while his nameless killers haunt you. Yuan's tomb mansion breaks sumptuary law—one memorial and the throne will hear. Smash his shrine, list his crimes, and you will win the real post. Yuan would not dare blame you." Yin followed the advice; Wang Mang gave him the full prefecture. Yuan She then sent his son Chu at the head of twenty wagons to sack Wang Yougong's house. Yougong's mother was Qi Taibo's mother; the raiders bowed and shouted, "Spare Lady Qi!" They killed Wang's father and son and rode off with two heads.
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使 西 簿 使簿
Like Guo Xie he smiled in public and nursed killers within. Petty slights in the street left a trail of corpses. Late in Wang Mang's reign eastern rebels rose; princelings urged hiring Yuan She for his suicide squads. Wang Mang hauled him in, scolded his record, then pardoned him and named him Pacification governor. He had barely taken office when Chang'an fell and every pretender army murdered Han magistrates. Rebel chiefs who knew his name hunted him down to pay homage. Wang Mang stranded officials who clung to him lived. They convoyed him to Chang'an where Shentu Jian, Gengshi's western-screen general, courted him. The old prefect Yin who had smashed his tomb-shrine now served as Shentu Jian's chief clerk—Yuan bore him no malice. Yin blocked his path, bowed, and said, "Times have turned—we should bury the feud. Yuan She snarled, "Yin, you carved me like a carcass once! —and I remember." He had the chief clerk murdered.
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Yuan She bolted; Shentu Jian, shamed and furious, announced, "I meant to hold the capital with Yuan Juxian—I would not trade him for one clerk! Clients relayed a deal: turn yourself in—Jian agreed." Dozens of wagons escorted him to jail. Shentu Jian's soldiers snatched him from his carriage, scattered his friends, and spiked his head in the Chang'an market.
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西退
Between Emperors Ai and Ping bravos sprouted in every province, few worth naming. Men like Du Jun'ao of Baling, Han Youru of Chiyang, Xiu Junbin of Maling, and Cao Zhongshu of Xihe were famous yet courteous. Wang Mang's purge named Cao Zhongshu, who vanished. He was tight with General Sun Jian; Wang Mang suspected Jian of hiding him and pressed the general. Sun Jian said, "Execute me and your account is closed." Wang Mang was vicious but prized Sun Jian, dropped the probe, and never caught Cao. Cao son Shaoyou won a knightly name in his turn, they say.
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