Since they were not planning to eat in Shangqinghe Village, there was no need to alarm old branch secretary Liu Chuankui. Du Yufeng was very familiar with the road conditions in this area, so he drove directly to the mountain road behind Shangqinghe Village, and then took them to climb Qingtai Mountain.
When they went there, what surprised them was that there was a new Beijing Jeep parked near them. There was no one in the car, and it seemed that it had already gone up the mountain.
Zhao Xinwei laughed and said: "They said the incense was not popular. Look, people have already gone up the mountain."
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "It's just a car, not to mention that people don't necessarily come here to burn incense!"
Zhao Xinwei originally wanted to carry his sister on his back, but Zhao Xinhong insisted on walking by himself. After walking less than a mile, he could no longer hold on. After Zhao Xinwei's persuasion, he let him carry his sister on his back. They walked towards Qingyun Peak. Last time Zhang Yang
It took more than two hours to accompany Zuo Xiaoqing. Although the three of them had no problem with their physical strength, they had to carry Zhao Xinhong, who was seriously ill, so their progress was obviously slowed down. Zhao Xinwei could not carry it for a while.
I couldn't hold it any longer, so I changed to Zhang Yang.
Du Yufeng had seen Zhang Yang's amazing physical strength that night when he carried Chu Yanran, so he had no intention of replacing him and allowed Zhang Yang to continue carrying Chu Yanran. Anyway, this guy wanted to use his performance to influence Zhao Xinhong. Zhao Xinwei also saw that Zhang Yang's physical strength was amazing.
Although his physical fitness was good, after all, he usually lived in the county, and it was already very difficult to walk on such a mountainous road, let alone carrying another person on his back, so he was polite and simply let Zhang Yang carry his eldest sister on his back.
Zhao Xinhong couldn't stand it anymore and scolded softly: "Why do you two have the nerve to bully Zhang Yang!"
Zhao Xinwei smiled and said: "Sister, my physical strength is not good enough. Zhang Yang is young and strong. Those who can do more work."
Du Yufeng helped: "Sister Zhao, don't worry, Zhang Yang is famous for being extremely tired. Last time he carried a beautiful woman on his back and walked for two hours like nothing happened."
Zhao Xinhong also rarely laughed out loud: "She is a great beauty, but I am an old woman!"
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Sister Zhao, it's my honor to carry you up the mountain!"
Zhao Xinwei joked: "Brother, you have such a sweet mouth. Do you have anything you want to ask my sister for?" He heard about Zhang Yang from Du Yufeng, so he deliberately made innuendo.
Zhang Yang said: "Our relationship as brothers is about asking for nothing. What I am thinking about now is carrying Sister Zhao to Zixia Temple to burn a pillar of peace incense to bless Sister Zhao for a safe life and a speedy recovery to health." These words
The meaning of patting the horse was too obvious, but Zhao Xinhong was a little moved when she heard it, and said softly: "I'm sorry for you."
At this time, two figures appeared in front of them, one was an old man wearing a gray Tang suit and black cloth shoes, and the other was a tall girl wearing a black baseball cap and a black sports suit. The two were probably tired from walking.
Sitting on a stone by the roadside to rest, when she saw Zhang Yang and the others approaching, the girl stood up. Because she was wearing wide sunglasses and a mask over her mouth and nose, she couldn't see her true face clearly. Her words were a bit stiff.
in Mandarin: "Gentlemen, how far is it from this place to the Qingyun Bamboo Sea?"
Zhang Yang knew that the Qingyun Bamboo Sea she was talking about was located near the stone house where Chen Chongshan lived. There was also a cottage there where horse thieves settled in the old society. He pointed to the front and said: "It will take about half an hour to walk. It just so happens that we have to go somewhere."
, just follow us!"
The girl politely said thank you, and then went to the roadside to join the old man. The old man followed Du Yufeng on crutches and said, "Young man, has there ever been a horse bandit in Qingyun Mountain?" He did.
An authentic Chunyang dialect.
Du Yufeng smiled and said: "Yes, but it was all before liberation. In the past, those horse thieves camped on Qingyun Peak, and would go down the mountain to rob from time to time, making a living by intercepting merchants from Pinghai and Beiyuan."
Zhang Yang said: "One of the most famous gangsters is An Dabeard. I heard that when he was alive, that guy killed people, set fires, bullied men, bullied women, and did all kinds of evil."
Zhao Xinwei responded: "I have also heard that women in the Heishanzi area now say to coax their children to sleep that if you don't sleep, Big Beard An will come to you. Not to mention that it is really effective. The child will wake up as soon as he hears Big Beard An.
Stop crying!" Several people laughed at the same time, and the old man also laughed quite happily. On the contrary, the girl gave Zhang Yang a cold look through her sunglasses. The reason why she disliked Zhang Yang was because this guy laughed the most wildly.
.
Du Yufeng smiled and said: "Zhang Yang, speaking of which, you and this big bearded An are somewhat destined."
Zhang Yang said with a depressed look: "You said that Bearded An did not do any good things during his lifetime, but his descendants lived a very prosperous life. His son fled to Hong Kong before liberation and turned into a patriotic businessman. Times are changing so fast!
"
Zhao Xinwei laughed and said: "If you have money, you are a master. The descendants of these bandits during the Cultural Revolution are still dead!" A group of people laughed at the same time.
The old man smiled and said: "So it is better for the party and the government to be open-minded and accommodate such bad elements who have committed such serious crimes, regardless of past grudges, and give them a chance to change their ways."
Zhang Yang said, "I think the government is too indulgent to them. Youdao is a hero, but I am a good man. If I am a thief, I must be a bastard. This old man An must not be a good person."
The girl bit her lower lip quietly and kicked a pebble. The pebble flew out with a whoosh and hit the tree trunk in front of her. A small piece of bark was knocked off. Zhang Yang was startled in his heart.
I didn't expect that this girl's kick could be so powerful.
The old man smiled kindly and said: "The newspapers say that An Zhiyuan is a patriotic businessman. How can you judge that he is not a good person?"
Zhang Yang said: "Isn't it just that he has a lot of bad money? He just thinks that something is wrong with him and uses his so-called influence to put pressure on the government. You said that besides building a few shabby primary schools and doing an image project, he
, what good things have he done for his hometown? In other words, the government is spoiling him, and I don’t think he is a patriotic businessman.”
Du Yufeng also helped: "There are liars everywhere now. Maybe An Zhiyuan is a beggar from Hong Kong and becomes a celebrity here."
Zhao Xinwei smiled and shook his head and said: "Lao Du, you are wrong. An Zhiyuan is really rich. I heard that there are several listed companies in Hong Kong, including five aunts and wives, and even more secret lovers.
There are too many to count. Two days ago I read in the newspaper that this old man had picked up another Hong Kong girl."
"It turns out he's an old gangster!" Zhang Yang said with an exaggerated expression, and several people laughed at the same time.
The old man laughed and said: "I heard that An Zhiyuan is over seventy years old. Does such an old man still have the energy to do those fancy things?"
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Old man, have you ever heard of a saying that makes a person old-hearted? If you say something offensive, you can't stop thinking about the beautiful little girl now?"
The old man smiled and pointed at Zhang Yang: "You are really funny!"
Several people were chatting, and the conversation was quite speculative. The old man was cheerful and outgoing, and he laughed loudly from time to time during the conversation with Zhang Yang.
The stone house on the hillside finally appeared in everyone's sight. Zhang Yang knew that Chen Chongshan liked peace and quiet, so he had no intention of disturbing him. He pointed in the direction behind the stone house and said: "Old man, behind the stone house is the Qingyun Bamboo Sea, we are right there.
Let’s break up here!”
The old man smiled and nodded: "Thank you very much. By the way, young man, I haven't asked you your name yet!"
"Zhang Yang!" Zhang Yang said carelessly, but little did he know that this name had already been firmly remembered by the silent girl.
When they were about to leave, Zhao Xinhong lay weakly on Zhang Yang and said with a trembling voice: "My chest hurts so much..."
Zhang Yang hurriedly put her down. Zhao Xinwei went to get morphine tablets and boiling water, but the thermos cup in his hand was knocked over because of the panic. What was even more unfortunate was that this time, because of the panic, he actually forgot the morphine tablets for pain relief at home.
Zhao Xinhong's face turned pale, and cold sweat instantly covered her face. Seeing how painful she was, Zhang Yang hit several of her acupuncture points with his fingers like the wind. Only then did Zhao Xinhong feel that the pain in her chest was slightly relieved.
At this time, the girl came back and handed a bottle of mineral water to Zhao Xinhong.
Zhao Xinwei hurriedly unscrewed the bottle cap and fed his sister a drink.
Zhao Xinhong took a breath and looked at the girl with a grateful smile: "Thank you..."
The old man also came back, but he looked at Zhang Yang and said with surprise: "You know how to acupuncture?"
Zhang Yang said with a smile: "I once learned a lot from a blind massage massager, but I was not very proficient, which made the old man laugh!" From the old man's words, Zhang Yang heard that the other party should have some understanding of acupuncture techniques, otherwise he would not know what he had just learned at a glance.
I can tell from his movements that he knows how to tap acupuncture points.
The old man smiled meaningfully, came to Zhao Xinhong, and said pleasantly: "I know some medical science, why don't I help you take your pulse?"
Zhao Xinhong hesitated for a moment and then stretched out her hand. The old man placed his hand on her veins and lowered his eyes slightly. After a while, he opened his eyes again, showing a helpless expression.
Zhao Xinhong smiled calmly and said: "If you have anything to say, old gentleman, just say it directly. I know my own condition well. For me, being able to live one more day in this world is a reward."
The old man sighed and said: "I didn't expect you to see life so thoroughly. In fact, the most important thing in life is to make every day meaningful, regardless of the length of life. There are so many people who care about you and love you.
Human beings themselves are a kind of happiness."
Zhao Xinhong smiled and said: "Hearing what the old gentleman said about this place makes me feel a lot more comfortable."
The old man smiled and said: "There are no absolutes in life, maybe there will be a turn for the better." He glanced at Zhang Yang again, and then he and his granddaughter walked towards the Qingyun Bamboo Sea.
After Zhao Xinhong had almost rested, the group continued to walk towards Zixia Temple. Zhao Xinwei and Du Yufeng did not realize the effect of Zhang Yang's acupuncture just now, but Zhao Xinhong knew clearly that after Zhang Yang hit her acupuncture point, the pain on her body almost disappeared instantly.
Even the painkillers she had taken in the past had no such miraculous effect. As a medical worker, she began to re-examine the young man in front of her.
Zixia Temple is still in the same shabby appearance. Li Xinyi, the real person of Zixia, is sitting lazily in the yard and basking in the sun. Even Zhang Yang and the other four people walking into the Taoist temple did not attract his attention. He squinted and sat on the long bench.
It seemed like he was about to fall asleep on the bench.
Zhao Xinwei helped his sister to go to the Laojun Hall to offer incense. Du Yufeng had met Li Xinyi in the past and walked over happily: "Daozhang Li, I haven't seen you for more than a year and you still have the same style!"
Li Xinyi opened one left eye and looked at Du Yufeng strangely. It took him a long time to remember what Du Yufeng did. He nodded to say hello, and then drooped his eyelids, obviously not wanting to be disturbed by others.
Du Yufeng also felt a little lackluster and smiled. He walked around in a circle and came to Zhang Yang who was admiring the inscription. He saw Zhang Yang reciting softly: "The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have not been seen after. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone."
Next!" He praised the poem very much. This poem was written by Chen Zi'ang in the Tang Dynasty. Of course, Zhang Daguan would not know what happened after his death.
Du Yufeng didn't have much literary talent. He stood at a distance and watched Zhang Yang shaking his head. He thought to himself, this kid is feeling sour, so it's better not to disturb him.
The last time Zhang Yang came here, he mainly accompanied Zuo Xiaoqing to watch the sunrise. He didn't notice that there were so many inscriptions in Zixia Temple. Now he had the opportunity to appreciate them carefully, but he saw a line of words written on one of the inscriptions: The easiest
Being an official, this passage aroused great interest in Zhang Yang. Everyone said that the official career was difficult and dangerous, how could anyone say that?
Li Xinyi came to him at some point with straw sandals on his hands. He had already recognized Zhang Yang as the one who came to watch the sunrise with Chen Xue and another girl that day. Because of Chen Chongshan's relationship, he treated Zhang Yang more than anyone else.
Friendly, he whispered: "Do you know the source of this passage?"
Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "Please give me some advice from the Taoist Master!"
Li Xinyi caressed the white goatee under his chin and said: "This passage was said by Li Hongzhang, an important minister of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. There are people above him when he is a high official, and there are more people below him. He tells the subordinates to handle the things assigned by the superiors, so he himself
No need to do anything.”
Zhang Yang said: "It is easy to be an official, but it is not easy to be a good official."
Li Xinyi said: "What is a good official? The highest realm of being an official is in line with the realm of my Taoism, which is to govern by doing nothing! The more mediocre and inactive people are, the easier it is for people who do nothing to secure their positions, and the easier it is for them to become high officials."
Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing. This old Taoist priest was really funny. As a Taoist disciple, he actually used this fallacy to explain the true meaning of governing by doing nothing. Zhang Yang said: "The true meaning of governing by doing nothing is doing nothing: following the laws of nature.
Do not act rashly; governance means governing. If you do not act rashly, the world will be governed. This is originally a criterion that restricts personal behavior."
When Li Xinyi heard Zhang Yang's words, his eyes showed some admiration. He didn't expect that this boy would have such an opinion at such a young age. No wonder the old man Chen Chongshan admired him so much and was about to argue with Zhang Yang.
After a few words, Li Xinyi frowned when he saw an old man and a young child coming in from the door, and walked to the backyard without saying a word.
Zhang Yang didn't know why the old Taoist priest suddenly left. He turned around and saw that the grandfather and grandson he had just met on the way up the mountain had also arrived at Zixia Temple. Seeing the old man walking steadily and calmly, he had already guessed that this was the case.
In all likelihood, the old man also has martial arts skills, otherwise he would not be able to climb Qingyun Peak on foot at his age.
The old man happily greeted Zhang Yang, and his eyes also fell on the stone tablet inscribed with the title of "Easy to be an official." He looked carefully and concluded that these words were not written by Li Hongzhang himself, and couldn't help laughing: "
The easiest thing is to be an official, and I don’t think Li Hongzhang’s official performance was very good. If he had been a good official, how could the late Qing Dynasty have fallen to that point?"
Du Yufeng finally found a chance to interject: "Old man, you should blame that old lady Cixi for that matter. Didn't you say that she spent all the military expenses of the Beiyang Navy on gardening?"
The old man sighed and said: "In all the dynasties of China, the word corruption has never disappeared from the political arena. It is due to human nature!"
Du Yufeng said: "Actually, it's okay for officials to be a little corrupt. What we fear most are those who are corrupt and don't do anything for the people."
Zhao Xinwei helped his sister out and said with a smile: "Dude, let's not discuss political affairs when we are out."
Seeing that it was already noon, Zhao Xinwei was worried that his sister was hungry, so he invited the two of them to choose a place to eat outside the Taoist temple. Zhao Xinhong brought some egg pancakes and gave them to Zhang Yang and Du Yufeng, and asked Zhao Xinwei to give two to the old man.
In the past, courtesy was reciprocated. Someone had just given her a bottle of water, so she had to express it no matter what.
The old man was very kind and joined them together while eating pancakes. On the contrary, his granddaughter seemed to be reclusive and walked to the sea viewing platform alone to enjoy the scenery.
While chatting with several people, the topic came to An Dabeard's body. It was the old man who took the initiative to bring it up. When he went to Qingyun Bamboo Sea, he visited Heifeng Village where the horse thieves were entrenched in the past. He sighed: "Qingyun
There are really a lot of tourism resources in Feng, but they just lack development. If they are developed and become famous, they will definitely bring a lot of tourism income to Chunyang."
Du Yufeng said: "Not only Qingyun Peak, there are countless large and small scenery in the entire Qingtai Mountain. It's just a pity that people don't know it. It's a pity!" This guy actually pulled out a poem in a refined manner, but it was a pity that it was not in tune.
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "What does the old gentleman do?"
The old man smiled and said: "My surname is Li, and I am a retired employee of the Chunyang Cultural Bureau. No, I am trying to collect some materials to write a novel about the horse bandit An with a big beard."
"Writer!" Du Yufeng exclaimed with wide eyes.
The old man said cheerfully: "I'm not much of a writer. I have published a few newspaper articles. This is my first time trying this kind of tome. It's a pity that there aren't many relics left in Heifeng Village.
Already."
Zhang Yang suddenly remembered something: "Old man, have you been to An Dabeard's tomb?"
