There are two people living in everyone's psychology, one is the good self, and the other is the bad self.
Some people complain that the environment has changed us, while others reluctantly say that it is faith that has changed us. Everyone has an original intention, or ideal, but later everything cannot withstand the passage of time like water, and the ruthless erosion of the years, those who once were
The original intention and ideal seem to be still very close, but in fact they are so far away...
The bright sun in May hangs high in the sky, releasing its fiery power. All the green plants on the ground seem to have been dried out of moisture, and they are wilted without any vitality.
Fang Jun sat on a big stone with his helmet on and his brows furrowed. He glared at the old craftsman next to him unhappily: "You said it will rain recently? Are your eyes dim? Look up and take a look at the day."
Head, will it rain in this weather?”
Zhao Genwang's old face was drawn into a chrysanthemum, and he accompanied Xiao carefully, but he had to explain to himself: "Old man means it will probably rain recently, and recent means in the near future, and it probably means uncertain, but the young prisoner
Sir, you have to make a bet that it will rain within seven days. This is none of my business..."
Fang Jun glared at him, extremely annoyed!
While chatting a few days ago, Zhao Genwang said that the spring drought this year was extremely serious, but he was watching the clouds and wind, and there should be a heavy rain in the near future.
The craftsmen in the Ordnance Supervision are not necessarily hereditary. A large part of them are actually the family members of the prisoners who work as laborers and are not allowed to leave their citizenship for generations. It was because Zhao Genwang was implicated by his father that all the men in the family joined the army.
Instrument supervisor.
His father was the supervisor of Qintian Prison in the Northern Zhou Dynasty!
The yamen of Qintianjian is a very magical existence. His direct task is to correspond the changes in the stars in the sky with the changes in human affairs in the world, but he also makes some language or changes, and observes the astronomical phenomena to formulate the calendar, which is a side job...
Amazing, right? But it is what it is.
But Qintianjian also has another function: observing astronomy to predict climate.
Fang Jun thinks this is more reliable. Although the ancients did not have such artifacts as satellites, through years of observation and actual conditions, they will eventually find out a set of more practical experiences. They can even invent the twenty-four solar terms. Let’s predict the future.
Natural cloudy, sunny, rainy and snowy conditions should be no problem, right? At the very least, the accuracy should be above 70%.
If the probability of something is more than 70%, it is worth doing.
Zhao Genwang's father is best at predicting the weather. According to him, this is a skill passed down from generation to generation, and he is also proficient in it...
So Fang Jun dared to gamble with Zheng Boling in Tai Chi Hall.
In addition to believing that Zhao Genwang, an honest man, would not brag indiscriminately, Fang Jun was also quite confident in his knowledge and knowledge that was ahead of his time.
Since Zhao Genwang predicts rain, even if it doesn't rain, it won't be too different. It's just that the air humidity and the concentration of water in the clouds have not reached the standard of rain. With a little push, the probability of rain will increase.
Definitely more than 80%.
If it still doesn't work, then God is against His Majesty Li Er...
He won't lose anything. He just admits his mistake to Zheng Boling, it doesn't matter.
But look at the sunny and cloudless weather now, with no sign of rain at all...
Fang Jun ignored Zhao Genwang, who tore him clean apart, and looked boredly at the sweating Zuo Wei soldiers in front of him.
Two thousand carefully selected warriors took off their shirts and cut down all the trees on the hilltop at the southern foot of Lishan Mountain...
Duan Zan, like Fang Jun, was fully armed. He looked at his subordinates, like woodcutters, knocking down big trees one by one, cutting off branches, and then piling them one by one to the north, clearing an open space on the top of the mountain. It was really scary
I don’t understand Fang Jun’s intention.
"Fang Shilang, is this a new training method?" Duan Zan finally couldn't help it anymore and asked.
"Training method?" Fang Jun was stunned, glanced at Duan Zan, and said to himself that your association ability is really rich, "No, the left guard is not someone's soldier, someone is training them for free?"
After saying that, he stood up, took off his helmet, wiped away the sweat, waved his hand and said, "I am praying for rain..."
"Pray for rain?" Duan Zan was stunned.
Fang Jun waved his hand and returned to the barracks on the left, planning to take a shower and take a nap.
Before I had even taken two steps, a large group of people in large and small cars came huffing and puffing down the mountain.
Fang Jun had no choice but to turn back again. When the group of people came up the mountain, his eyesight suddenly went straight...
"Your Majesty, you are so rich that you cannot sit down in the hall. Why are you here in this barren mountain?"
The brightly armored Cheng Yaojin was riding a tall horse and was talking to the blue-shirted scribe in front of him, and this green-shirted scribe was none other than the current emperor, His Majesty Li Er.
His Majesty Li Er was riding a horse and seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at the busy soldiers with interest and said with a smile: "I am very curious about Fang Jun's idea. Come and take a look."
Cheng Yaojin was so hot that he almost stuck out his tongue to cool down. When he heard this, he curled his lips and said, "I don't know what's going on with that kid. He doesn't have any serious things in his mind. Everything he does is weird. He's just asking for rain. He's asking for something so big."
The battle?"
He knew that the convoy behind him that was struggling up the mountain was filled with talisman and spiritual inscriptions used to pray for rain. It was said that this was less than one-third of the total. The Ministry of Industry and the Ordnance Supervision were working hard to "produce" day and night.
This kind of talisman paper.
That's right, it's "Chengchen". All the craftsmen are carrying a thick brush, filled with silver powder, and writing and drawing. All the talismans on the paper only have two words over and over again: pray for rain...
You little turtle, can you be a bit technical about such a high-level thing as praying for rain?
It would be nice to write two lines of poetry...
However, this formation is really huge. It is said that the silver powder used to write on these talisman paper alone has emptied the Ministry of Civil Affairs' warehouse, which is a full two hundred thousand taels...
Fang Jun came up to him from afar, knelt on one knee by the roadside, and said loudly: "We have met His Majesty, and we have met the old Duke Cheng!"
His Majesty Li Er waved his hand: "How are you preparing?"
Fang Jun said respectfully: "The site has been leveled. We are just waiting for the talismans and the inscriptions to arrive, and then we can start praying for rain!"
His Majesty Li Er nodded, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and walked up to the top of the mountain with the sound of the horse's hoofbeats.
However, Cheng Yaojin jumped off his horse, his armor leaves rustling all over his body, and threw the horse's rein to the soldiers behind him. He picked up Fang Jun, patted his shoulder, and sighed: "Why bother?"
He simply couldn't understand Fang Jun's motives. If His Majesty wants to kill him, then let him kill him. At the worst, we can just take a leave of absence and report illness, and that's the end of it if we don't go into battle with a sword. Why do we have to bet in the Tai Chi Palace?
Although it is a great achievement to succeed, if you lose, you will have to be suppressed by those powerful families in the future, and even His Majesty will not be able to help you...
Fang Jun naturally knew Cheng Yaojin's concern and said movedly: "Thank you Uncle Cheng for your concern, but don't worry, there is always an 80% chance of winning."
"Well, we can give it a try. But I don't understand why people need to find a few Taoist priests to pray for rain. Now many Taoist temples are begging Your Majesty to show their faces in this unprecedented big event, but they all can't.
It was said that it was your idea to be rejected by His Majesty?"
"Your Majesty is not particular..." Fang Jun smiled bitterly. He was probably tired of being pestered and threw him out as a shield.
But you don’t want to think about it, you can’t do anything about these bullshit, but now you can’t help but hate me?
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly and slapped Fang Jun on the shoulder: "You deserve it! Who told you to do something wrong?" As he said that, he raised his thumb and pointed behind him, with a wretched look on his face: "Today!
Then someone came along..."
Fang Jun looked in the direction he pointed to the wind, and saw a Taoist priest with fluttering robes and a fairy-like air riding a green donkey, walking leisurely among the vehicles, walking towards him.
From a distance, when the Taoist priest saw Fang Jun, he waved his hand and showed a very graceful smile...
Fang Jun only felt his asshole tightening, and quickly grabbed Cheng Yaojin beside him: "Uncle Cheng, this guy is a smart guy. Why do you think this guy smiles so wildly?"
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly and said in a loud voice like a broken gong: "Haven't you heard? All the women in Chang'an say that Li Chunfeng is the best Taoist priest in the world. It's not that he has the best magic power in the world, but that he is the best in the world.
The first one is handsome, and if you wave your hand, you can be sure that those lucky women and girls will line up to come to your door to play with them for free! This is the glory of the Taoist sect! Wuhahaha..."
When Li Chunfeng, who was riding a green donkey, saw Fang Jun, his eyes lit up. He patted the green donkey's rear and quickened his pace to catch up. As a result, he heard Cheng Yaojin's words clearly, which made Li Chunfeng very angry.
I leaned backward on the donkey's back and almost fell off...