This small village at the foot of Hugu Mountain has no name, it is an unknown village.

The people here are more accustomed to calling their village Hugu Mountain directly, just because they are located at the foot of Hugu Mountain.

The village is not big, the population is not large, but it is full of all organs.

There is a deli restaurant in the village that specializes in cooking some wild game from the mountains and then sells it to Changping County. It is said that the business is good. Yang Shouwen has lived here for 17 years and has eaten this wild game deli restaurant many times. To be honest, I don’t think it is very delicious. In this era, there are not many cooking methods, mainly baking, steaming, cooking, stewing, etc., and there are not so many seasonings. If you want to have a small stir-fry, you can’t because of various restrictions.

However, the business of the deli is pretty good.

Hugu Mountain is adjacent to the official road, and there are quite a few pedestrians traveling between Guzhu, Changping, and Juyongguan every day.

So, the deli restaurant sells wine and cooked food, and customers will appear every day.

Today is no exception. When Yang Shouwen bought the wine and food and was about to leave the store, someone called him behind him.

He was a man who was about thirty years old, with white teeth and red lips, and a handsome appearance.

He is about 180 cm tall, and his body is slender and upright. His long legs are a golden ratio. After matching the picture of the young man who wants to punch him, he will be a "male god" in his later generations.

Yang Shouwen didn't recognize the other person, and just felt that his face... he really wanted to punch him and try his hand.

"Young man, are you Yang Erlang?"

The uncle came to Yang Shouwen with gentleness and grace.

Yang Shouwen was stunned, "Who are you?"

This person knows Yang Rui? But, do I look like that idiot?

The uncle said, "I just heard the shopkeeper chatting with you, and I mentioned the name of Wenxuan, so I guessed your identity."

Wenxuan is the name of Yang Chenglie.

Unless you are close friends, few people usually call others' words.

"My name is Chen Zi'ang, I have known your father for many years. I promised to visit you a few days ago and agreed to watch the moon together in the Mid-Autumn Festival. But when I arrived at your house just now, I found that your house was empty. After asking, I realized that your family had gone up the mountain. I was talking and asked someone to take me up the mountain later... Haha, I heard that Hugu Mountain is like a maze."

The uncle opened his mouth and reported his identity with a confident smile.

In fact, Yang Shouwen had already guessed a rough idea, but he didn't expect this uncle to be so happy.

But uncle, who gives you so much confidence and determines that I am Yang Erlang?

Yang Shouwen smiled and said, "Uncle, I think you may have misunderstood?"

In an instant, the uncle's expression suddenly became very interesting, as if he was embarrassed, and he didn't know how to speak.

"You are not Yang Erlang?"

Yang Shouwen sighed, "Erlang is only thirteen this year. Have you ever seen a thirteen-year-old like me?"

Yes, Yang Moli!

But at this time, Yang Moli didn't care how old Yang Rui was. She was holding a cooked chicken and chewing it happily.

"Then... I'm really sorry."

The uncle's handsome face as white jade appeared a touch of red.

He smiled awkwardly and turned around and wanted to leave.

Why is this uncle so shy? Yang Shouwen hurriedly said, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Haha, I recognized the wrong person, so..."

"Uncle, although I am not Yang Erlang, I did not say that Yang County Magistrate is not my father? Why not listen to me?"

"Aren't you Yang Erlang?" The uncle was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little confused.

However, he immediately woke up and blurted out: "You are not Erlang, aren't you A Chi'er?"

Why did the urge to hit him suddenly become so strong?

Yang Shouwen was about to answer, but the uncle had already reacted and waved his hand and said, "Sorry, sorry, are you Dalang?"

It's Dalang again!

Yang Shouwen sighed and said helplessly: "Uncle, I am Dalang, and Erlang is my brother."

"you……"

"My dementia has been cured!"

Seeing that the uncle was at a loss, Yang Shouwen added another sentence.

"Oh... So that's it. I'll just say that when I first saw you, it looked familiar, exactly the same as your mother when she was young."

The "Ah Mother" mentioned by this uncle should not be the current Song family, but Yang Shouwen's biological mother.

If this is the case, the uncle and dad have known each other for a long time! But why have you never heard my dad say it?

Yang Shouwen suddenly had a question in his heart.

However, he, a son, couldn't control the affairs of the adult family.

So, Yang Shouwen smiled and said, "Since my uncle already knows my identity, let's go up the mountain with me. My father had already arrived on the mountain last night and probably wouldn't go down the mountain in the past two days. The house at the foot of the mountain is empty and there is basically no one."

"If so, please wait."

After the uncle finished speaking, he quickly turned back and walked back to the deli.

Yang Shouwen shook his head and stood by the road waiting. However, his body suddenly trembled and turned his head and asked, "Yang Moli, what is his name?"

"hold head high!"

Yang Moli raised her head and answered a word vaguely.

After a while, most of the very fat and cooked chicken was killed by Yang Moli. He chewed the chicken bones in his mouth and made a creaking sound. Only then did Yang Shouwen noticed that this guy actually didn't spit bones when he was eating chickens?

"Yes, Chen Zi'ang."

Yang Shouwen felt a thrill in his heart: Chen Zi'ang, could he be the one who said, "I don't see the ancients in front of you, and the comers behind you, thinking about the vastness of the world, and crying alone"?

Speaking of Chen Zi'ang, the only one who is most well-known in later generations seems to be the song "Song of Climbing the Youzhou Terrace".

In fact, Chen Zi'ang was definitely an unavoidable existence in the process of the development and transformation of poetry style from the early Tang Dynasty to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Lu Zangyong once said in "Preface to the Collection of Essays of Chen Zi'ang": Conquering the storm of the world, the qualitative texts changed. The poet Du Fu, who was highly praised by later generations, also wrote poems and praised Chen Zi'ang: "Loyalty and righteousness have been established throughout the ages, and there are still poems and poems."

Later, the Jin Dynasty, Yuan Haowen wrote in "Quatricians on Poetry" that "On the Merits of the Huai Pacification Wu, and co-authored the Golden Cast Zi Ang.

This shows how outstanding influence Chen Zi'ang had on the prosperous Tang Dynasty and even later generations when his literary style was prosperous.

Yang Shouwen didn't remember who Chen Zi'ang was at first, because he really couldn't associate his father with the famous Chen Zi'ang. That's Chen Zi'ang! How could his father know him?

And after hearing what Chen Zi'ang said just now, it seems that he is very familiar with his father and even his mother.

Speaking of this, was my father a romantic figure back then?

Just as Yang Shouwen lowered his head and thought about it, Chen Zi'ang walked over with a horse and a big green donkey.

The donkey was carrying a large package on its back, which looked quite heavy.

"Darang, let's go."

Chen Zi'ang was very excited and was very eager to set off immediately.

But Yang Shouwen looked at him, then looked at the horse and donkey, and after a while, he whispered: "Mr. Chen, the mountain road is rugged, and I'm afraid that my feet will be difficult to move."

"ah?"

Chen Zi'ang was stunned when he heard this and showed a look of embarrassment.

"How can you live?"

"If not, I'll put this foot force in the village home here first?"

"But this burden..."

Yang Shouwen sighed, stepped forward, and picked up the bag from the donkey's back.

"Dalang is very heavy."

It's really heavy, but... it can still withstand it. Besides, isn't Yang Moli still there? What else can I worry about?

Yang Shouwen said: "Sir, don't worry, some packages are not worth it."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Yang Moli, and saw that this guy was still holding the fat chicken and eating with relish.

"Yang Moli!"

"exist."

"I'll send this horse and donkey to Tamura Masato's house and say I'll pick it up in two days."

"good!"

Yang Moli stuffed the remaining chicken neck and head into her mouth, followed by a creaking sound.

A pair of oily big hands took the reins from Chen Zi'ang.

"Yang Moli, I will accompany Mr. Chen on the road, you will catch up later."

"Don't worry, Yang Moli will be here soon."

"Also, remember to go home and get two jars of wine. Do you know where the wine is placed?"

"Know."

Yang Shouwen carried the boss's package and smiled and said to Chen Zi'ang: "Mr. Chen, let's go up the mountain first."

Chen Zi'ang was frightened by Yang Shouwen's strength and felt a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!