Several people were preparing to move upstream when they heard the old man say again: "Unfortunately, there were heavy rains and flash floods at the end of last month, which broke the bridge. If we really want to cross the river, we have to go all the way down the Tongji River.
Seventy miles away, there is a Yongji Bridge there."
The smile on Hu Xiaotian's face suddenly froze when he heard this. Is there any mistake? This old man is not deliberately playing with himself. It's ridiculous to say that the bridge is broken. There is a bridge downstream. It takes seventy miles to walk. Wouldn't it be a lot of delay?
It's a day.
Murong Feiyan smiled and said: "Old man, can you ferry us across the river? The price is negotiable."
The fisherman shook his head: "I make a living by fishing, but I don't make a living by ferrying people over."
Liang Dazhuang said: "Old man, do you know who our young master is..." Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Hu Xiaotian's sharp eyes.
The fisherman smiled and said: "Who are not the same? Emperor or pawn, in my opinion, they are all passers-by. We met today, and we may never see each other again in this life. I am saving my strength to enjoy the little time I have.
Why bother minding your own business."
Hu Xiaotian heard that this fisherman had a good conversation and was probably not an ordinary country man. He smiled and said: "Old man, how can you make an exception for us?"
The fisherman stroked his beard, looked at Hu Xiaotian with a smile and said, "You look like a scholar in your clothes. I wonder how much ink you have in your belly?"
Hu Xiaotian said: "Old sir, are you going to take a test on me?" He changed the name of the fisherman from old man to old man, and he became cautious and respectful in his heart. He vaguely felt that this fisherman was by no means an ordinary person, and he appeared here.
Maybe it's not a coincidence.
The fisherman said: "There are many people in this world who deceive the world and steal their reputation. I have a couplet. If you can get it right, I will ferry you across the river immediately."
Hu Xiaotian replied readily: "Old sir, please come up with the first couplet." Couplets are his strength. In his previous life, he studied a lot of ancient and modern famous couplets, which is why he developed the skills that later amazed everyone at the Yanshui Pavilion Pen Club.
The fisherman said: "The two crossings at the head of the South Bridge are like shuttles, weaving the beautiful scenery across the river!" After he finished speaking, he gently twirled his beard, and his smile was full of ecstasy. This couplet has troubled many literati and poets, so today I brought it to
Hu Xiaotian was well prepared for the entrance examination. Little did the old fisherman know that Hu Xiaotian had studied countless ancient and modern couplets. When he heard the first couplet, he already had a plan in mind.
Hu Xiaotian raised his eyes and looked at the tall tower on the west bank, and said with a smile: "Young men are brave, the tower at the end of the west bank is like a pen, writing articles in the sky!"
After listening to his second line, the old fisherman shouted three good words in a row. His first line was full of great pride. Hu Xiaotian's second line was full of vigor, and the words were neat and clever. This young man is really a talent!
Although Liang Dazhuang didn't understand any couplets, when he heard the old fisherman's continuous cheers, he knew that the young master had won, and he clapped his hands with joy. Murong Feiyan had already learned Hu Xiaotian's couplet skills more than once, but this time he heard him complete this couplet.
, she actually felt as proud as Yourong in her heart, probably because of her stance, now she and Hu Xiaotian were undoubtedly in the same camp.
The old fisherman invited the three people to board the boat. After Liang Dazhuang followed him, the boat sank obviously. The man was frightened and said: "This boat is too small to bear the weight of so many of us."
The old fisherman said disdainfully: "Although my boat is small, it can carry the stars, the sun and the moon. How can I not carry a mere servant?"
When Liang Dazhuang heard that he was looking down on him, he wanted to retort a few words, but seeing that Hu Xiaotian showed great respect for the old fisherman, he did not dare to speak nonsense.
The boat was moving slowly in the Tongji River. Because of the old fisherman's age, every move was quite slow. Hu Xiaotian took the initiative to get up and help him paddle. Although he had been in contact with Dongdong on the park boat in the past, but in the fast current
He had no experience in rowing in a big river. After the old fisherman handed him the oar, although he spent a lot of effort, the boat just kept spinning in the river, instead of moving forward, it moved backward a lot.
The old fisherman smiled and took over the oar: "You think I am old, and you think I have no strength and rowing is too slow. But if I come and rock the oar, the boat will at least move forward. But in your hands, it is haste and speed."
Hu Xiaotian heard something in his words and said with a smile: "I don't think you row too slowly, I just don't want you to be too tired, so I'll help share the load."
The old fisherman said: "Boating a boat is like life. You have to distinguish between upstream and reverse currents, and determine the direction you are going. Only by mastering these two points can you move freely."
Hu Xiaotian fell silent, looking at the turbid river water thoughtfully. Although the fisherman's words were simple and plain, they contained profound truth.
Murong Feiyan has also seen that this old fisherman is by no means an ordinary citizen. His insights and knowledge are extraordinary. She whispered: "Old man, a flash flood just broke out here?"
The old fisherman nodded and said: "There are so many troubles every year. This year is not serious. It's just that the two-hundred-year-old Qingyun Bridge was washed away by the flood. In the past, everyone who came to Qingyun County had to go to the bridge.
Walking up and down to seek good luck and win praise is called rising through the ranks, but you won't have a chance this time."
Liang Dazhuang said: "We won't walk for a while, and the bridge will have to be repaired sooner or later, so our young master is destined to walk on the Qingyun Bridge."
Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but glared at this guy again, too talkative, still too talkative!
The old fisherman smiled and said: "Of course I have to take a walk if I have the chance. Apart from this bridge, there is nothing worth mentioning in Qingyun County."
Hu Xiaotian said: "Old sir, I heard that Qingyun County is the poorest place in Xichuan. I wonder if this rumor is true?"
"Qingyun County is located at the westernmost end of Xichuan. It is surrounded by mountains and transportation is inconvenient. In addition, various ethnic groups are mixed in the surrounding mountains. There are many horse bandits who often come down the mountain to rob, making people miserable. Poverty is inevitable. But poverty is not necessarily a bad thing. There are
If the Tao is poor, it will change, and if it changes, it will lead to success. Everything in this world cannot be taken at face value."
Hu Xiaotian nodded. The old fisherman's words were full of simple dialectical materialism.
The old fisherman said: "Young Master is handsome, elegant and talented. I wonder if you come to Qingyun this time to visit relatives and friends, or to travel and explore?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled and shook his head and said: "Neither of the two, I'm just a passerby!" This word was what the old fisherman said just now.
The old fisherman couldn't help laughing when he heard what he said: "Passenger, haha, yes, who in this world is not a passerby?" Unknowingly, the boat had swung to the other side, and Hu Xiaotian jumped ashore first and held on to the cable.
, to help Murong Feiyan, Liang Dazhuang came ashore one after another. He also asked Murong Feiyan to take out five taels of silver to express his gratitude.
The old fisherman didn't even bat an eyelid. He picked up his pennies from the boat and propped it on the bank. The boat suddenly swung to the middle of the river. In an instant, the old man's thin figure was already hazy in the vast misty water, and he moved along the river.
The voice came with the wind: "The tower at the end of the west bank is like a pen, writing heavenly articles. I would like to see how the master's pen can write heavenly articles..."
