Chapter 258: The poorest place in the world

The big boat sailed all the way south. In addition to the pleasant scenery, there were also collisions of ideas.

Su Xiaomei, Twenty-seven Niang, and Wang Fu were playing with Lei Qin on one side, while the father and son were expressing their feelings and amusing themselves on the other side. One of them was frantically answering questions. Two were practicing weapons, and the other two were learning to sail a boat.

Still not idle.

The next day, Su Shi recited Fu Bi's "Quotations from the Envoy to the North" and read that Fu Bi's envoy to the Liao Dynasty would not cede land, make peace, or increase the yearly coins, so San Su began to discuss it.

When he was praising Fu Bi for being neither humble nor arrogant, fulfilling his mission, and being a good official of the country, and then said that there was something wrong with the country, that the national style was weak, and that it was timid to the outside world, a sneer was heard.

Su You said while washing his pen: "From my perspective, the courage of the scholar-bureaucrats of the Song Dynasty can be said to have surpassed the past and the present."

Su Shi couldn't help but be startled: "Mingrun, where did this come from?"

Su You said: "Isn't it? We spent six years building so many industries in Meishan, and we all know that we need to cultivate strength to defend them."

"But Bianjing is right on the edge of the Yellow River. Now the Hebei River has burst its banks and the land is thousands of miles bare. When winter comes, the Liao cavalry breaks through the blockade and can easily go south, crossing the river on the ice and reaching the capital city."

"Under such a critical situation, the officials and ministers in the city seem to be able to enjoy their glory and sleep soundly. Isn't this a great act of courage?"

Several people looked at each other in confusion, what they said was true, they were surrounded by enemies and felt uneasy everywhere, Mingrun said it was true.

Su Xun said: "According to what you said, what should it be?"

Su You took two walnuts and rubbed them together to relax his hands that were stiff from holding pens every day.

Then he raised his chin and motioned for everyone to look at the trackers pulling the ropes and tugboats on the riverside: "The country is like a boat sailing against the current. If it does not advance, it will retreat. Now the country is like a cauldron that is about to boil. It is the time to make progress."

"If you don't try to make progress and just muddle along, it will be like boiling a frog in warm water and eventually turning into a pot of frog soup..."

As soon as the twenty-seventh lady heard the word "frog soup", she couldn't help feeling disgusted and couldn't help but lie down on the side of the boat and vomited.

Su Che hurried over: "Madam, madam, what's wrong with you? Did you eat something bad?"

Su You was surprised and said: "Sauerkraut and frog are not your favorite delicacy, Twenty-seventh Mother..."

Upon hearing this, the twenty-seventh mother couldn't bear it anymore and vomited again.

Su Che said anxiously: "Oh, Uncle Yao, you still said that! Boatman, boatman docked, let's go ashore to seek medical treatment!"

The boat stopped in Fuzhou, and Shi Tong sent a boat to find a doctor who came to diagnose Erqi Niang's pulse.

Su Che asked worriedly: "Mr. doctor, did my wife catch a cold on the river?"

The doctor shook his head: "Smooth communication should mean smooth, like beads rolling on a jade plate. Hahaha, congratulations, sir. Your wife is very happy."

"Ah? Really?! Hahahaha..." Su Zhe wanted to hold Twenty-seventh Mother's hand, but felt that it was a bit rude in front of everyone.

Su You curled his lips and said to Su Shi: "Look, there were many people who obeyed the rules in front of me before. Now they are yelling at me for my wife..."

Su Shi didn't care about this. He had already stepped forward to congratulate his younger brother.

The big ship started from Meishan and passed through the Jia, Rong, Lu, Chongqing, Fu, Zhong and Kui states before entering the Three Gorges.

One Hundred and Twenty Miles to the Three Gorges, with magnificent scenery and numerous cultural relics, is a grand tour for a group of people.

But this place is extremely dangerous. When the water is high, the current is fast and accidents are easy to happen. When the water is low, the reefs are densely packed and accidents are still easy to happen.

Going down the river is more dangerous, and it all depends on the experience of the boatman at the helm.

Fortunately, today's Meishan-type schooners have forward-mounted cabins, allowing the owner of the boat to have a wide field of vision. In addition, the water surface is not small now, so it is still scary to drive like this.

The danger begins in Qutang Gorge, where there are two seasons of drought and high season, and the water level difference is hundreds of feet high. The river water slaps on the boulders of Yanlidui, causing huge waves, white foam splashing, and a deafening sound.

Boatmen who are not familiar with the waterways regard it as fearful of the journey. The name Yanli comes from the waves it stirs up like the mist on the head of a beautiful woman.

In winter, sometimes it is extremely dangerous and you have to wait for rain and high water before you can pass.

In some places, the waterway only allowed the passage of a single boat, and the government sent troops to station there, using red flags as signals to let them pass up and down.

Su You looked at Jiang Xin Dashi: "One day, I will kill you all..."

Su Shi was very popular in poetry during this period. After hearing this, he couldn't help but chant: "The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then..."

"Shut up!"

"..."

As the boat sailed through Qutangkou, the wind whistled in both ears.

The water of the Yangtze River is like a scoop thrown from a thousand miles.

The gate of the gorge is made of stone, and the water is powerful and arrogant.

The boat fell into the middle of the stream, as vast as a floating leaf.

Breathing and trusting the waves, no longer a long pole.

…

Such a place is indeed easy to inspire poetry. Along the river, there are many historical sites, allusions, and poems left by famous people of the past generation, as well as the breathtaking scenery. Sansu is so inspired that he follows the ancients and chants and pays homage to them along the way.

Bixing and poetry seem to be infused with the aura of the Three Gorges, adding a lot of color.

When the boat enters Wu Gorge, the river becomes narrower, the canyon is extremely high, and the sky becomes dark. Twelve peaks are shrouded in clouds and mist, the sky is as blue as a line, tigers roar and apes crow, and bamboos and trees grow dim.

Occasionally there are one or two woodcutters, or a leaky wooden house, which makes people feel like a dog in heaven and earth.

Su Xun sighed: "This is Kuizhou, which has a reputation as the poorest place in the world."

Fortunately, the legend of the goddess adds a bit of romance to this place.

There are also sacred crows, which are actually the wild crows of the Goddess Temple. These animals are smart and know that humans will not harm them. When a ship passes by, they will fly to the ship.

In order to pray for the goddess's blessing, the people on the boat took out dry food to entertain the elves of the goddess's temple. The crows quickly learned this routine.

Before leaving Wu Gorge, we first passed Dongru Beach, and the boat boss started to look nervous again.

There is a huge whirlpool here. The big ship draws an arc against the whirlpool, and the hull tilts to a certain extent, which is very thrilling.

After passing the maelstrom, just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a huge boulder appeared in front of them, going straight into the center of the river, narrowing the waterway by two-thirds, and the water speed suddenly accelerated.

The boss of the boat shouted from the front: "Everyone, please take your seats!" The boat made a sharp turn of ninety degrees and slid dangerously into the narrow waterway against the boulders.

Su You looked at the many rotten ship planks piled up where the boulders connected with the river bank. He couldn't help but feel his heart pounding and he was deeply frightened.

After sliding through the waterway, the river flow returned to normal. Behind the boulder was a huge backwater, and the water slowly swirled around. In the center were countless dilapidated wooden boards, boat hulls, and oars trapped and floating in the water, constantly rotating.

The boss of the ship breathed a sigh of relief: "The man has passed away."

Su Shi was a curious baby: "Shipowner, what is a human urn?"

Su You said angrily: "The 鲲瓮 is the kind of small dried fish cans from Tutu Temple, packed in clay pots. There are countless passengers and boats that died in shipwrecks underwater in this place, just like the small fish cans.

"

The writer had a rich imagination. Su Shi immediately thought of the densely packed little fish heads in the cans looking up at the stars. He was so frightened that he said, "Go, go, get out of this hellish place."

Fortunately, after passing here, there is a place where you can rest, relax and return home.

Famous people who have lived here: Lei Zu, Qu Yuan, Wang Zhaojun, Meng Haoran.

Naturally, everyone had to pay their respects.

Su Shi and Su Che visited the ruins of the legendary mountain pagoda built in memory of Qu Yuan, and they couldn't help but write a few poems.

However, Su Che's "Zhaojun Village" attracted Su You's refutation.

Queen Qiang of Xia succeeded Qin Shu, and she was worthy of Qin Shu when she entered the palace.

Once I traveled far away from Huhan, I recalled catching carp at the head of the river.

It is safe to catch big fish on the river, but the muscles are weak when turning across the river.

The snow is thick and the cattle are buried in the deep side. It is better to work hard in two places.

Go home, leave the secular world, and admire glory. You can only lament the wealth you have for the rest of your life.

Not as good as the girl from the mountain in her hometown, she married from the east to the west at night.

This means that Wang Zhaojun loved glory and was not willing to leave home thousands of miles away for wealth. While enjoying the glory, he ended up lonely.

Of course, Su You wanted to fight against this argument. In the end, Su Shi came out to watch the fun and did not mind it was a big deal: "Then, Uncle Yao, you can sing a song too, and it will surpass Ziyou!"

"Just write!" Su You came as soon as he picked up his pen.

The grass on the tomb is green and the hatred seems deep,

It's difficult for me to obey your orders and promise Hu Chen.

True love only believes in the beauty of Wushan Mountain,

Every dream follows the style of Yanmen.

As soon as this poem came out, Wang Fu had tears in his eyes. Twenty-seven mothers looked at her husband with resentful eyes. Su Shi compared it and took a step towards Su You.

Su Xun took the two poems and read them, and sighed: "This time I am also on Mingrun's side. I will become a vegetarian tonight. Later, I will write Mingrun's poems on the wall of Zhaojun's temple as an apology to Zhaojun."

"Miscellaneous Notes of Sichuan": "In the next ten years, I came out of the gorge and saw a poem in Zhaojun Temple.

Therefore, the old biography was written for the return of the concubine's spirit, and it was stored in blue gauze. The successors continued, and the walls were covered with stains, making it difficult to write again.

Later, when I met Shaoyou in the south of the Yangtze River, I found out that it was made by oil. The county king was with me at that time, so I knew it well.

Zhiyu searched and recorded the strange things in Sichuan to describe Zhou Xiang in detail.
Chapter completed!