Dark clouds enveloped the entire sky, and there was darkness in front of me, just like the Jade Emperor drunkenly knocked over the inkstone and splashed a piece of ink on the world; then the lightning that pierced the sky tore the black curtain, drew a ray of light, and then a thunderbolt struck thrillingly.
, the earth was shaken and trembled, rolling down with a roar and a roar, as if a few empty barrels rolled down from the ladder outside the Nantianmen to the world. The heavy rain poured down, as if the canopy neglected its duty to peek at Chang'e.
, it’s like letting Tianhe have a fight...
The wind and rain mixed together into one, everything was gray and cold up and down, everything was wrapped in it, and it was hard to tell which was the tree, which was the ground, which was the cloud, everything was chaotic, noisy, and confused in all directions.
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The earth trembled timidly and remained strangely silent, letting the violent storm, lightning, and thunder rage overhead.
On the official road in the distance, a carriage covered with linoleum came swaying in the storm. The strong horse was soaked like a buffalo, panting heavily and struggling to walk on the muddy official road.
"Sir, the weather is less than three miles ahead. The wind and rain are too strong. Let's take a short rest and wait for the wind and rain to subside before we can continue our journey." The chariot-horse man wearing a straw hat turned around and asked inside the car.
Maybe the wind and rain were too noisy and the sound was too quiet.
There was silence in the car.
Chamo Shi asked again loudly.
After a while, there was a lazy voice that seemed to have just woken up. It was a young man, "Oh, yes, yes, of course, Brother Zhao has decided."
The man driving the horse in a straw hat laughed when he heard this and joked, "I really admire you, you can sleep well in this weather."
"The sound of the wind and the rain, and the rhythm of the ticking sound was like a lullaby. It kept ringing, getting louder and faster. I seemed to be hypnotized, and then I fell asleep." The naive voice in the carriage seemed a little embarrassed.
explained.
"Young Master is joking, I can't save myself when others don't care. In the past, Young Master always read in the car, but the weather today makes it difficult to see clearly. Young Master can just rest, but Young Master can't sleep on such a day.
I'm impressed." The man driving the horse stopped the carriage on the side of the road, put a straw reed mat on the strong horse, and laughed and talked to the young man in the carriage.
The horse driver felt pity for his horse, but he did not dare to drive the carriage into the woods to take shelter during a thunderstorm, so he had to park the carriage on the side of the road to get out of the way.
"Brother Zhao, come to the car and take shelter from the rain."
A corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, and a slightly fat and naive boy stuck his head out, looked at the stormy weather outside, and then said to the man standing outside the carriage.
Through the light of lightning, he could recognize that this slightly fat and naive boy was Zhu Ping'an who came to Yingtian to take the exam.
The man driving the horse in a raincoat shook his head, "This and that will work, but I won't go in if I'm wet."
Zhu Ping'an, who slightly leaned out of the carriage, waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's okay. Brother Zhao will only come in except for the raincoat. I have put all the luggage and books in the bag."
The man driving the horse hesitated for a moment, then at Zhu Pingan's repeated request, he took off his raincoat and got into the carriage to rest for a while.
This carriage is also a coincidence. In ancient times, there were no direct carriages to everywhere like in modern times. In the Ming Dynasty, even carriages and horses could not guarantee that there would be a carriage to wherever you wanted to go. This was also the reason for Zhu Ping's two
After going around for a while, I happened to meet a horse driver who was going to Yingtian to pull goods. After a little negotiation, the horse driver happily gave Zhu Pingan a ride for only a small fare. In ancient times, under the constraints of ethics,
, there seem to be more good people.
Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain. Plums are yellow and rainy.
Outside the carriage, the wind and heavy rain poured down, as if there was no end. Zhu Pingan looked out through the window and was even more impressed by the plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River. In the past, it was only recorded in textbooks: in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, every year
The climate phenomenon of continuous cloudy skies and rainy weather will appear in June and July. Since it is the maturity period of Jiangnan plums, it is called "Meiyu". This period is called the plum rain season. The continuous cloudy sky is now described as "Meiyu".
The rain made me feel even more emotional. After several days of driving and horse riding, there was no bright sun.
From morning until mid-afternoon, the wind and moon did not stop, but became slightly smaller. Brother Zhao, who was driving the horse, put on his raincoat again and drove the carriage along the official road.
The road was muddy and watery, and the carriage swayed unsteadily. Even the ancient official road could not be compared with the modern road, even if it was a shoddy project.
After walking less than three miles for more than half an hour, which is now more than an hour, we arrived at Yingtian, which is now Nanjing.
Zhu Ping'an was shocked by the majestic city of Nanjing just once he opened the carriage door curtain.
Towering, majestic, majestic...
The Yingtian City Wall is like a giant dragon winding and guarding Yingtian. It winds for dozens of kilometers and you can't see the edge at a glance. The city wall is very new and looks renewed under the baptism of heavy rain. The Yingtian City Wall was only completed in the last years of Hongwu.
, this is the largest city wall that Zhu Pingan has seen. It is more majestic than the Xi'an City Wall. It is almost the largest city in the world. Of course, Shuntian (Beijing) should be the largest at this time, but this does not affect Zhu Pingan's emotion.
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Especially at this time, several protruding stone-carved dragon heads on the city wall spit out huge water columns, just like real dragons spitting water, which added to Zhu Ping'an's emotion.
At this time, outside the gate of Yingtian City, there were many pedestrians and vehicles coming and going even in this weather. There were also people who looked like scholars outside, holding paper umbrellas, lamenting "dragon spitting water" outside the city. Despite the pouring rain, the poems flourished.
, leaving behind excellent works, it’s just a suffering for the servants of the book boy holding up the umbrella to protect the paper and ink.
The bad-tempered "Mei Guliang" brought a lot of rainfall to Yingtian. The heavy rain spread throughout the city. The rainwater seeped into the newly built Ming city wall and spewed out through its drainage system, forming a unique "dragon spitting water" landscape.
This made Zhu Ping'an shocked by the wisdom of the ancient working people.
Not long after entering Nanjing, the trip was delayed due to heavy rain. Brother Zhao, a horse driver, was in a hurry to buy goods, so he dropped Zhu Ping'an in front of an inn, apologized and drove off in the carriage.
Zhu Ping'an stood outside the inn with his luggage on his back, waved to the departing carriage and thanked him loudly.
"Hey, this is not Zhu Ping'an, the head of the case. I haven't seen him for several months. How come...how come he's so fat..."
One of the scholars who was returning from watching the dragon spit water from outside the city heard Zhu Pingan's voice and felt that it sounded familiar, so he looked up. It took him a few seconds to recognize Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Ping'an really lives up to his reputation as a foodie. He eats after not seeing each other for several months... and becomes fat...
When Zhu Ping'an heard this, he looked around and saw one person among a group of scholars looking at him in surprise. This person looked familiar, but he couldn't recognize who it was. He should be at the Jingxian Poetry Meeting or Zuijun in Yingtian Mansion.
Someone upstairs.
"How dare you call me the head of the case? It's just a fluke. Eating fat, eh, my mother's craftsmanship makes people unable to control their mouths..." Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands in the distance and said with a naive smile.
"Brother Zhu Xian is so humble." The man also bowed his hand.
After the man finished speaking, he whispered a few words to the scholar next to him. After a while, he looked at Zhu Ping'an with dissatisfaction and maybe a bit of disdain.
"It's windy and rainy, Brother Xian, you'd better go and rest first. Brother Yu will come to visit Brother Zhu Xian another day." The man cupped his hands and left together with the comrades around him.