Sanmenxia, Sanmenxia!
According to legend, ever since Dayu controlled the water and saw that the Yellow River was not flowing smoothly, he used his magic ax to chop the mountains blocking the way into three gates of ghosts and gods. This place has become a nightmare for all boatmen!
Narrow, clear reef, hidden reef, whirlpool, rapids!
There is no shortage of all the dangers that people can think of! In the dim and fast water, countless ships and people have been buried in the dim and fast water for thousands of years!
Since ancient times, countless emperors have come here. When they saw this place, they also made great aspirations to transform it!
But in the end, they all failed without a doubt!
Even Emperor Yang of Sui, who dug thousands of miles of waterways and had the most professional waterway team in the world, was helpless here!
The dangers of Sanmenxia can be seen in general.
There was no talking all night, and before dawn the next day, everyone on the fleet had already arrived in front of the ship.
Xiao Han's eyes were red, and he looked at each other with Ma Laoliu and others, and they could see the deep fatigue in each other's eyes.
Xiao Han stayed up all night listening to the sound of water, while Ma Laoliu ran out all night to contact the trackers near Sanmenxia. If he wanted to get through this dangerous place, the help of the trackers was necessary!
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines over the sky, a huge incense table has been placed on the bank of the Yellow River.
A fat, white pig was tied tightly and placed horizontally on the table. Although it could only move its mouth, it was still trying to stretch out its tongue to reach the fruit on the table. It had no idea what was going to happen next.
the fate it will face.
As the person with the highest status in the fleet, Xiao Han was respectfully invited to the altar table by Ma Laoliu. He followed a thin old Taoist and recited a prayer, and then placed three sticks of incense. Then he watched four strong trackers lift the
The fat pig slowly walked to the Yellow River.
"Woohoo, please keep me safe after the Water Dragon King has finished enjoying the sacrifice!"
As the thin Taoist priest shouted loudly, the fat pig who was still chewing the fruit in his mouth felt that something was wrong.
It spat out the offering fruit and howled in an attempt to struggle and escape. Unfortunately, the next moment, it was thrown far away by the tracker into the rolling water of the Yellow River. It floated twice and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Please don't trouble us after the Water Dragon King has finished enjoying the sacrifice..." Xiao Han looked at this scene from a distance and also muttered silently in his heart.
"Woooooooo..."
The low horn sound sounded, and hundreds of dark-skinned and strong trackers were naked to the waist, wrapping cables around their waists, and slowly and arduously moved forward on the plank road on the north wall of the Yellow River.
This was supposed to be a plank road that could not have existed in the first place!
At least Xiao Han knew that in later generations, foreign experts had seen the topography of Sanmenxia and immediately concluded that unless they flew over this mountain, it would be absolutely impossible for a ship to safely cross this terrifying body of water!
When the experts said this, the world had already entered a relatively modern era! Even with the ability and vision of modern people, there is no way to overcome this natural danger.
But our ancestors, relying on their infinite wisdom and perseverance, forcibly carved out a mountain road with a width of 1.2 meters, a height of 2.5 meters and a length of 625 meters on the mountainside!
This mountain path is embedded in a nearly vertical mountain wall next to the Yellow River!
There are countless wall holes and wooden stakes on one side, forming a safe and smooth road, allowing trackers to tie ropes to pull fiber on the plank road.
For thousands of years, no matter how huge the ship is, with the help of this "golden passage", it is possible to turn the impossible into possible, cross this ghost gate, and proudly sail into Chang'an!
"one two three……"
A low trumpet sound accompanied by heavy footsteps sounded on the mountain wall.
The thick cables smoothed the edges of the cliff and polished one side of the road into a smooth arc.
The grain boat with half its weight removed was pulled by the fiber rope, like a leaf in the rapid waves, swaying, but moving forward firmly.
It wasn't until we left the mainstay mountain standing in the middle of the Yellow River that we dared to raise the sail and speed away from here.
I don't know if the greedy fat pig played a role.
Since morning, one after another grain ships have sailed through this stretch of water safely without any accidents!
Even several elderly trackers were a little surprised when they saw this situation.
Open the three doors. Open the three doors. If the Yellow River goes east, it will never come back!
In the past, what followed the Yellow River eastward was not just the dim sand, but also countless innocent souls under the water!
Whenever you cross Sanmenxia, you have your head in your belt. It is lucky to pass through, and it is normal for the ship to crash and people to die!
The day gradually passed, and the entire fleet had passed a little more than two-thirds.
When the sunset came again, the trackers who had worked hard for a day took their rewards and went back to rest tiredly and happily.
Drawing fiber is their life, a life passed down from their ancestors, but today, pulling so many boats at once is the first time in their memory, not to mention the heavy pay in their hands, which is more than 30% better than before!
As night falls, the crescent moon looks like a hook.
Tonight, Xiao Han and his party listened to the sound of the river, thinking that they would leave this hellish place tomorrow, and slept extremely sweetly.
And in this silence, the time gradually reached the second half of the night when the night was the darkest! Several men in black sneaked to the shore where the ropes were piled, looked around and saw no one around, and quietly took out the cold light.
dagger.
The sky is bright again!
After a night's rest, the trackers came to the plank road again in high spirits. With yesterday's experience, they put on the ropes very skillfully this time and shouted the slogan to transport the grain ships through Sanmen Land, faster than before.
Make a three-pointer quickly.
As noon approached, the last grain ship was tied up with a rope and towed away in the rapids. At this point, only Xiao Han's big ship remained in the entire fleet.
"Master Marquis, why don't we leave this ship?"
On the lonely big ship, Xiaodong looked around uneasily. He always felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't tell where he was uneasy.
Xiao Han stood steadily on the deck. After hearing this, he looked back at the cabin, his eyes flashed, and he finally shook his head: "It doesn't matter! Didn't those trackers and the ship boss all say that our ship will have no problem passing here! Besides, so many ships are safe.
It’s over, what are you still afraid of?”
"No, I always feel that the boat..." The uneasy feeling in Xiaodong's heart became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but want to say the taboo word, but he saw that Xiao Han had already walked away to talk to the helmsman of the Water Dragon Club named Lao Fan.
Chat in a low voice.
"Woooo..."
Soon, the sound of the horn came from the front, which was the sound of the ship's safe passage. Then, countless figures quickly ran towards here from the plank road.
Just now, the paying steward said: As long as they pull this last boat, they can get a richer reward than yesterday!
For this money, the trackers didn't even bother to eat lunch. They finished their work first! Then they took the money and went home to have a big meal with their wives and children, the kind that included meat!
This chapter has been completed!