Dongshan Temple is not a very old temple, but it has a history of more than a hundred years. The area is not very large, but it is not very small either.
Walking to the westernmost side of the temple, there was no wall, but a huge stone wall. Under the guidance of Zhu Wei and Zhu Liubo, Li Shan walked around the stone wall for a while before discovering several grottoes.
A group of young monks such as Zhu Ba have returned to secular life, while Liu Bo and other older ones still stay in the temple as monks. Dongshan Temple also needs some monks to decorate its appearance.
"The previous dynasty recruited Xiaoguo, and dozens of young men from Zhujiagou accompanied the army in the eastward expedition to Goguryeo." Zhu Liubo laughed and said: "At that time, there was already a riot in Changbai Mountain, and no one wanted to die. The old man followed suit and killed his head.
Cattle..."
Zhu Wei touched his head and shook his head with a bitter smile, "Shangguan killed the cow and was imprisoned for the crime, but at least he did not conquer Liaodong..."
"Dozens of lives were almost brought to hell by you." Uncle Zhu Liu couldn't help but cursed again when he thought of the past, "Shangguan is a descendant of a noble family..."
Zhu Wei explained to Li Shan: "He is the hero of Taiyuan Conglong, the Duke of Liu Hongji, and his father Liu Sheng, the former governor of Hezhou."
Zhu Liubo then scolded: "It would be easier if Mr. Sanlang was here..."
"Cough cough cough cough!"
A violent cough interrupted Zhu Liubo. Zhu Wei glared at his cousin before taking over the conversation and continued: "Later, I became a deserter, but I didn't dare to go back to Zhujiagou for fear of harming my family, so I went out in the mountains.
He lived there and was later taken in by the monks of Dongshan Temple. If there was any trouble, he would hide in this cave."
Zhu Liubo pointed to the grottoes and said, "I don't know when they were excavated. The three grottoes can accommodate nearly a thousand people."
The three of them randomly picked a grotto and walked inside. Zhu Wei lit a torch, and Li Shan vaguely looked at the firelight and nodded: "It's quite dry, so it's suitable for a granary."
"What are you buying that much grain for?" Zhu Liubo asked curiously.
Li Shan sighed: "Be prepared. Hebei has not yet been pacified. There will eventually be a battle between the Tang army and the Turks. Now save more grain and rice, which may be life-saving food in the future."
Zhu Wei said flatly: "This matter is all arranged by Dalang."
Uncle Zhu Liu was a little surprised. He knew that his cousin had always had a very high prestige in the clan, and he was sure of the truth.
"Crash."
Something was kicked at his feet. Li Shan looked down and picked up a long knife from the ground, "Eight Uncle?"
Zhu Wei explained nonchalantly: "Over the years, Guanzhong has been uneasy, so it is natural to prepare some weapons, not only long knives, but also bows, arrows, spears, and armor."
Li Shan smacked his lips, Zhujiagou looked like an ordinary village, but he didn't expect that it was secretly no less powerful than an ordinary county town.
"Then let's do it." Li Shan ordered: "Grain and rice will be transported to Dongshan Temple one after another. The sixth uncle will preside over it, select the monks, and transport the young men to the grotto for storage."
"No problem." Zhu Liubo nodded and said, "But we need more wheelbarrows."
"We have arranged for carpenters to build it, so we can make it in time. It will also take some time to purchase food."
The so-called wheelbarrow is a chicken bus. Li Shan often used it in the countryside in his previous life. He remembers that one time he fell ill, and his grandfather pushed him to the village health center on a chicken bus.
After walking out of the grotto, Li Shan stretched out his hand and circled the area, "Build a small house outside to block the entrance. In addition, manpower needs to be arranged inside the temple to guard it."
Li Shan knew that if the historical trajectory had not changed, in the third year of Zhenguan, Li Jing would have made an immortal contribution by destroying the Turks.
But in the first year of Zhenguan, or shortly after Xuanwumen to be precise, Turkic cavalry invaded Chang'an and forced Li Shimin to sign the Weishui Alliance.
After all, Li Shan was not a history major. Even if he was, he probably wouldn't know where the Turkic cavalry reached... But one thing is certain, Guanzhong at that time must have been short of food.
Zhu Wei dragged a long thing and said, "Da Lang, this is a horse stem that I collected back then. Come and try it."
"So long..."
It must be more than five meters long, and the open front alone is half a meter long.
"The spear is eight feet long, which is called a spear." Zhu Wei said with a smile: "The spear's pole is ten feet, and it is made of Zhejiang wood. It is both strong and soft, and its blade is eight feet long, and it is indestructible."
Li Shan took a closer look and saw that the Feng Feng actually had eight sides, which were obviously specially designed for armor.
"Specially designed to break armor." Zhu Liubo said calmly: "Now it's dull and dull. I'll just sharpen it when I go into battle."
It was such a good thing. Although it was useless, Li Shan happily dragged the horse down the mountain.
"Da Lang, Da Lang!"
As soon as we entered the village, the young monk stumbled over and fell down accidentally.
"Sixteen, you can even fall on flat ground..." Li Shan was speechless, "Want to eat chicken legs again?"
"Are there any chicken legs to eat again?" The little monk's eyes lit up.
A few days ago was Li Shan's birthday in his previous life. In those days, his grandfather would always buy a pound of chicken legs, so Li Shan asked the restaurant to buy some chicken in advance, and then kept the chicken legs...
It's a pity that Li Shan didn't eat much of the braised chicken legs on the side. Zhou Zhao, Zhu Ba, and the little monk were like reincarnations of starving ghosts.
"Eat it next year!" Li Shan asked angrily: "What did you call me for?"
"There's someone waiting at the drying area."
Li Shan sneered and asked, "Is it that guy from yesterday again?"
"Yeah." The little monk nodded vigorously.
After a while, Yuchi Baolin, who was waiting impatiently in the sunbathing field, saw Li Shan from a distance and shouted: "Brother Li, don't give in today!"
Li Shan walked closer, and Cheng Chumo beside him said angrily: "I said this the day before yesterday, I said it ten days ago, and I said it half a month ago!"
Yuchi Baolin glared at her, while Cheng Chumo only laughed... On the other side of the spectrum from their father, Cheng Yaojin was often squeezed out of office by Yuchi Gong.
Since the fight in the restaurant more than half a month ago, the children of Prince Qin's family have been visiting Zhujiagou frequently. The first one was Yuchi Baolin... who was knocked down by Li Shanqian in the drying yard, and then was made vomited by Zhou Zhao in the winery.
There was an uproar.
The second time he came, Cheng Chumo came to watch the joke. Yuchi Baolin claimed that she would never give in, and then she was beaten to the ground again. Cheng Chumo was smart and refused to let go.
After that, Li Kai, Wang Renbiao, Fang Yizhi, Gao Jixiu and others came to visit to see how Yuchi Baolin was fucked to the ground again and again, and they were also able to taste the good tea that almost every bowl can be chewed.
Li Shan had never learned martial arts in his previous life, but he had fought more often. In addition, as a doctor... and he had worked shifts in the emergency department for a long time, he had developed his skills. In addition, he also practiced martial arts in Lingnan in his previous life, and he was very strong.
Well, the main reason is that Li Shanli is quick and quick, and he is an orthopedic surgeon. He knows where to hit is most effective and where to hit is more painful...
The dust was flying in the sunbathing field. Yuchi Baolin got close to her several times but was dodged by Li Shan. Instead, she almost fell down with a hook from the latter.
There was a muffled sound, and the unlucky Yuchi Baolin lay on the ground holding her belly and retching. Cheng Chumo gave Li Shan a thumbs up and laughed so hard.
It took a while for Yuchi Baolin to recover, but Yuchi Baolin stared at Cheng Chumo and cursed with disdain: "The enemy in Japan is strong and we are weak. Do we have to escape before the battle?!"
Cheng Chu was silent for a moment. What he said was a bit poisonous and cruel. If it spread, he would definitely be scolded by his father... Without even thinking about it, this guy would definitely spread it!
At this moment, the little monk who was struggling to drag the pole finally came to the edge of the drying field and said, "Da Lang, this long pole is so heavy!"
Cheng Chumo's eyes widened, he grabbed the horse stem and looked at it carefully, and exclaimed: "What a horse stem!"
Yuchi Baolin came over and wiped it, and said affirmatively: "Made from zhe wood, raw lacquer, Gebu, hemp rope, the name is Ma Shu."
Cheng Chumo's eyes were a bit strange. During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, children from small families, even if they were superb in martial arts, could not win the title of Ma Shan.
Because the production of the horse is too difficult and takes too long. It takes three years and the success rate is less than 30%. Moreover, it also needs to be trained with the war horse, which is not possible except for high-end families.
But this is not an urgent matter.
The most important thing now is...Cheng Chumo said loudly: "Get two long sticks, today I want to learn Brother Li's skills!"
Li Shan's cheek moved, "Wuma..."
Yuchi Baolin, who saw the clues, shouted: "Quick, bring the horse!"
Today’s pills... Li Shan stared at the little monk who was still looking confused. He was so ignorant!