Gushan is the largest island in West Lake, located between Beili Lake and Wai Lake. It has always been a good place for literati and poets to find plum blossoms through the snow. This place is also the place where Lin Hejing, a poet of the Song Dynasty, lives in seclusion. This person is known as the plum wife and crane son. His famous line of plum blossoms, "The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk in the moon". It is the most deserving first line of plum blossoms, and no one is right now.

Plum blossoms are planted on the lonely mountain. The snow has just begun to clear, and all kinds of plum blossoms are blooming in the cold. Sandalwood plums, palace pink plums, cinnabar plums, wintersweets, and green-caly plums compete for fragrance and spitting out their core. They are so beautiful that they are filled with the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

Xu Jin and the girls walked along the stairs, while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the cold plums reflecting the snow. Because the road was slippery, Xu Jin naturally took Wang Cuiqiao's tenderness. The latter was a little embarrassed at the beginning, but gradually got used to it and let Xu Jin walk with his little hand, feeling a little sweet joy in his heart.

At present, there are many tourists on the Lone Mountain and it is very lively. However, unlike modern tourists who are busy taking selfies and taking photos, the tourists in the Ming Dynasty are much more elegant. They are indeed enjoying plum blossoms. Three or five friends gather around a plum blossom to talk about their feet, and they even shake their heads and write a poem in their interest, which is very elegant.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people are deliberately "opening their peacock" in an attempt to attract the attention of the young ladies among tourists. For example, where Xu Jin and his party passed by, there are always some scholars who write in the wind, chanting their proud poems loudly. Unfortunately, both Wang Cuiqiao and the two twin maids are paying attention to the plum blossoms and Xu Jin. It is really hurtful to ignore the "peacocks" who open their shirts.

Gushan is not high, with a height of less than 40 meters. I went all the way up to the outside of Guanghua Temple. Guanghua Temple was formerly called Gushan Temple, but it was only changed during the Northern Song Dynasty. However, Gushan Temple's reputation is obviously even more famous, because the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Yiju wrote a poem: The west of Jiating in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is flat, and the clouds are low. A few early orioles compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck at the spring mud.

Gushan Temple has always been incense. Although the weather is cold today, due to the snow, tourists are constantly coming. As the saying goes, when entering the house to call people, and entering the temple to worship gods, since tourists have all come outside the temple, most of them will go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and then rest and use some vegetarian food.

Therefore, at this time, the sky above Gushan Temple was filled with smoke, and the open space outside the temple was also very lively, especially under the wishing tree full of red cloth, surrounded by good men and women. Several monks in charge of reception were busy. Of course, when they received the copper coins, their hands were cramped, and the merit box was heavy, and the yellow copper coins were almost overflowing.

"Miss, the wishing tree. I heard that the wishing tree in Guanghuasi is very effective. Maybe we have a wish!" Qiu Yan said excitedly.

Wang Cuiqiao looked at Xu Jin through Mili Yingying, and the latter smiled and said, "Go!"

Chuchun laughed and teased, "Why don't the master let go of the other girl Cuiqiao?"

Xu Jin was sweating secretly and quickly let go of Wang Cuiqiao's soft horns. This soft little hand was warm, and the skin was tender and smooth, and the feel was excellent. Mr. Xu was a little addicted to holding it.

Wang Cuiqiao looked at Xu Jin with embarrassment and angrily, and walked slowly under the wishing tree with early spring and early summer. Xu Jin has always been not interested in the wishing tree and the wishing pond, so he stood there and waited.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...

Suddenly, a pleasant ringtone attracted Xu Jin's attention. So, after looking in the sound, I saw a guy in a strange costume in the distance, carrying a very exaggerated wooden hammer on his shoulder, which was probably 20 to 30 kilograms, while a charming woman next to him was shaking the bell hard.

"Everyone, come and see, Hercules bell, the bell rings, the bell rings, the bell rings, the country's prosperity and the people's prosperity twice, only five cents a time, and you will get a precious gift when you ring. You are free to see, come and see!"

A bearded man, who was also wearing a strange costume, opened his throat and shouted loudly in pure Chinese, instantly attracting many people to watch.

"Huh, Persian?" Xu Jin couldn't help but blurted out in surprise, because those people were clearly wearing white robes from Central Asia, wearing white turbans, and had deep eyes and high noses, blonde hair and blue eyes.

In fact, as early as the Tang and Song dynasties, Persian merchants came to China to do business through the Silk Road, but they usually operated in Shaanxi, so it is rare for Persian merchants to travel to Hangzhou.

Xu Jin couldn't help but become interested, so he went over to join in the fun. Song Dayan hurriedly followed him to protect him, while other personal soldiers and Jinyiwei scattered silently around.

I saw two wooden poles nearly three meters high erected in the field. A copper bell was hung on the top of the pole, and a device using the principle of leverage was made at the bottom of the pole. As long as the device was hit with a wooden hammer, the water iron on the pole would bounce up along the pole. As long as the height was sufficient, the copper bell on the top of the pole could be ringed.

Xu Jin looked weird because he had played this bell ringing game in his previous life. This kind of thing depends entirely on strength, and the dealer can adjust the strength of the leverage at any time, so not many people can successfully ring the bell, and they only make money but not lose money.

"Hey, that big bearded man, how do you do this Hercules bell?" At this time, a scholar watching the fun couldn't help asking.

The bearded Persian said with a smile: "This is very simple, Babur, come and demonstrate it to you."

Babur is the guy carrying a big wooden hammer. This person is about twenty years old, with a tall figure, blue eyes and a high nose, and is quite handsome. He looks a bit like the famous Indian movie star Aamir Khan. The woman present couldn't help but take a look.

At this time, Nabapur smiled gracefully, carried the wooden hammer to the rod, and easily hit the lever with a hammer. The water iron on the rod immediately bounced up, rose to the top of the rod, and struck it heavily on the copper bell, making a loud bang.

"Tsk, I thought it was something strange toy, but it was just a brute force thing. I should fool those brave warriors in this kind of game!" The scholar shook his head disdainfully, and wanted to turn around and leave.

The bearded Persian hurriedly said, "Young master, wait, as long as you can ring the bell, you will receive the precious gifts we have given. You may as well take a look. You don't have these things in the Ming Dynasty, and things are precious because they are rare!"

After saying that, the bearded man lifted the cloth curtain covered by the cart, and it was dazzling in an instant. The people around him were amazed at the same time, and the scholar also had his eyes straightened.

I saw that the things placed on the cart were all colorful, including colorful glass ornaments, various pediments, pearl and agate stones, etc., as well as exquisitely made daggers, cosmetics, etc., which were dazzling.

Xu Jin's eyes couldn't help but fall on a scimitar wrapped in a shark's skin sheath. The bearded Persian businessman's eyes were quite poisonous. He obviously saw that Xu Jin's identity was not simple. He reached out to pick up the scimitar and pulled it out of the sheath. The cold light suddenly shone with a sharp edge. The sharp blade made people frightened.

Xu Jin couldn't help but blurted out: "Damascus knife!"

The bearded Persian couldn't help but be stunned, then gave a thumbs up and praised: "Young master, you have good eyesight. This is indeed our Persian Damascus sword, which can break hair."

"Big bearded, don't brag, this knife looks fancy, it's probably broken with our Ming Dynasty's waist knife!" A onlooker said disdainfully.

The bearded man was not angry and smiled and said, "You Han people have a saying that hearing is false and seeing is true. I can show it on the spot. Is it bragging? It is clear at a glance. Zana, come and show it to you."

The Persian woman with a charming figure stepped forward to take the scimitar, pulled several pieces from her blonde hair, and then blew the blade of the scimitar, and the blonde hair broke and fell on the spot.

The personal soldiers and the Jinyiwei looked at each other in shock, and Xu Jin couldn't help but praise: "It's really a treasure knife!"

The bearded man put his knife in his sheath and said proudly: "I, Kulun, have always been a fair-hearted business. There are rare good things on this car. As long as someone rings the copper bell on the pole, he can choose any thing on the car to take away, including this Damascus sword."

"I'll do it!" The scholar was the first to come out just now, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to start working.

"Young Master, Chenghui is five cents!" The Persian woman said in stiff Chinese, and at the same time handed a copper plate in front of her.

The scholar readily took out five cents and threw them on the copper plate, then took the wooden hammer handed over by Babur. As a result, the slide fell off without even half of the rod.

The scholar did not believe in evil, so he paid another five cents and smashed it again, but in the end he was less than half a pole. He said in a burst of laughter, and the scholar retreated with red face.
Chapter completed!