At this time, people from all directions in the capital were looking into the sky.
"Someone sets off fireworks during the day?"
"But the fireworks flew too high..."
On the nine-story pagoda located in the south of the capital, a few tourists spent half a day climbing to the highest point and looking down at the entire capital. They were excited and full of thoughts. Just when they were about to write on the wall, white fireworks burst out in front of them.
These people were stunned when they saw it.
"Are those fireworks?"
"How is it possible? The fireworks all over the city during the Lantern Festival are only three stories high. How can these fireworks fly so high?"
While they were talking, fireworks exploded one after another, which only made these tourists think about poems and essays while they were busy arguing about how high the fireworks could fly.
On the city wall of the east gate, the patrolling soldiers also looked at the fireworks with some curiosity.
"Someone actually set off fireworks in broad daylight." They all said, but there was nothing to stop at.
The patrol of the city continued until the leader stopped.
The gatekeeper at the East City Gate looked up at the sky again, his expression becoming more and more solemn.
"Look..." he said.
Have you seen it all? The soldier was a little puzzled and looked up again.
The fireworks in the sky continue.
"Fireworks can fly so high..." the prison officer said, looking shocked.
It’s very lively to watch from a distance, but it’s even more noisy for people right under the fireworks.
There were crowds of people outside a broad square in the east of the city. Seeing someone placing some bamboo tubes on wooden shelves in the open space over there, everyone had experience this time and reached out to cover their ears.
But I saw the people over there lighting the fire on the bamboo tube, and then ran away quickly. With a whooshing sound, the bamboo tube flew straight into the sky.
Everyone's eyes followed and they raised their heads.
With a bang, fireworks exploded in the sky.
The people underground were also roaring.
"...These fireworks are even more powerful than the star chasers at Li's shop..."
"...The star-chasers in Li's shop are really in vain, they should be called shooting stars..."
"...That's right, this should be called star chasing. Look at how high it flies...if it's night, it can catch up with the stars."
After a cup of tea, the fireworks finally ended, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. The cries masked by the explosion of fireworks also stopped. The coffin over there was also buried, and the tombstone was erected.
The tombstone has no words.
The news quickly spread among the spectators.
“…It’s said to be judged by the world…”
"...It's also true that you have merit but are not recognized. How can you be willing to accept it..."
"...What's going on with these people?"
"...You've been following me for so long and you don't know? Are you just focusing on drinking?"
"...Yes, yes, there are too few drinks scattered on the street. Look at the two stacks over there. You can definitely grab and drink enough."
Along with everyone talking and laughing, there was a sudden scream from the front, and at the same time, there was the sound of heavy objects breaking.
What happened?
The crowd around them suddenly surged again. When they saw clearly what had happened, the scene exploded.
"My wine!"
Many people cried out loudly,
"Fan Shitou, have a good time!"
Fan Jianglin carried two jars of wine and threw them heavily in front of a tombstone and shouted.
"Xu Maoxiu, have a good time!"
Bang bang, two more wine jars broke into pieces.
"Xu Layue..."
"Fan Sanchou..."
"Xu Bangchui..."
Fan Jianglin stood in front of the tomb, raised his head, and shouted at the top of his voice, as if he had spent all his life.
One sound after another, one sound after another.
No matter how much you shout, no one will answer, never again.
There will be no chance to shout in the future, no more.
"...All people are of one mind...We share the same hatred..."
"... Loyalty and loyalty... to the bullfight..."
“….One is worth a thousand….Death is as good as sleep…”
"...Serve the country and save the head of Guizhou...Kill the thieves and find the title of marquis..."
A hoarse and unpleasant voice, a tuneless song shouted, accompanied by wine jars that were constantly being broken, wine flowing across the tomb, and the aroma of wine scattered everywhere.
This scene once again shocked the onlookers. Whether it was for wine, to watch the fireworks, or just to gather together, everyone fell silent.
"..recruitment to Jimen...the army cannot stay..."
"... A thousand gold buys a riding whip... A hundred gold buys a knife head...
On the hillside not far away, Qin Shisanlang slowly hummed and turned to look at Liulanglang next to him.
"How did I sing?"
Liu Lang was holding a wine bowl in his hand and looked at the crowd over there with a blank expression. Qin Shisanlang's words interrupted the humming of Fan Jianglin in his heart.
He snorted without saying anything and picked up the bowl to drink.
"Wait a minute, this wine is too strong, drink less." Qin Shisanlang said.
"Have you drank?" Saturday Lang looked at him and asked.
Qin Shisanlang looked at him and shook his head.
"No." He said, "Your sister is too particular about rules. She said it would be used to pay homage to her brothers. She said she could only drink it today, and it turned out that she could only drink it today. Before today, I will ask someone to snatch one from you.
Before I had a bowl of wine, I didn’t even smell it.”
Saturday Lang grinned.
"That's good," he said, picking up the wine bowl and drinking it all in one gulp.
He still underestimated the potency of the wine. He choked and coughed repeatedly, and his face turned red instantly.
Qin Shisanlang laughed.
"You too, haven't you seen how those people drank and ate, and how many people got drunk along the way. You still don't believe her," he said.
"So what? What's the use!" Zhou Lang coughed and pointed downwards, "Those people don't care about their business, they are just watching the fun. They can't even remember the names of Xu Maoxiu and the others. Could it be that
Do you still expect them to seek justice? Use them to spread the grievances of Xu Maoxiu and others? They will forget these five people in less than three days. No, they will forget it in less than three days."
Qin Shisanlang shook his head and looked at the crowd below.
"If they just saw this bustle, they would soon forget it, but now, they see more than just bustle." He said, "The mysterious identity of the owner of Taipingju Shenxianju Yichuntang, which everyone in Beijing is curious about, has been revealed.
Of course, these two bustles can make people talk about it for three to five days at most, or more for a month or two, but there is another bustle that is the most exciting in this matter.
The key and most important thing is..."
"Wine?" Zhou Lang said. He looked at the wine bowl in his hand before he finished speaking. The wine bowl rolled to the ground, and the man also fell down. Fortunately, Qin Thirteenth Lang had good eyesight and quick hands to catch him and prevent him from falling down.
Qin Thirteenth Lang threw Liu Zuolang down beside him and rubbed his arms.
"This kid has really put on a lot of weight after not seeing you for two years. He's so heavy." He muttered, looking at the kid on the hillside who was red-faced and snoring, grinning from time to time, and shook his head with a smile.
Accompanied by the sound of snoring, his eyes returned to the bottom of the hillside. The mourners over there were about to leave, but the onlookers had not dispersed yet.
"Wine, such a good wine, a unique spirit in the world, is only available once. It is a wine that is rare in the world. How can people who taste it forget it? Not only will they not forget it, but it will also become more and more stale in their hearts.
People who haven’t tasted it will not forget it. Not only will they not forget it, but they will also regret not eating it.”
"The most unforgettable thing in this world is not to forget."
"And it will become more unforgettable as time goes by."
"As long as you think of today's wine, you will think of today's events, and you will remember the five brothers of Maoyuan Mountain."
"As expected, this wine will be called Maoyuan Mountain from today on."
Qin Shisanlang looked down the mountain and stood up. The hot wind in late July swirled through the wilderness, rolling up his robe and flying.
She did nothing, she didn't find anyone, she didn't beg anyone, she didn't cry, she didn't appeal. As she said, she just wanted to bury her brothers.
But who would have thought that there would be such a huge funeral!
"You want to listen! You want to listen! I'll let you listen! I'll let you listen! Listen to the whole city talking about Maoyuan Mountain!" He raised his head and said with a smile, looking into the city gate.
The Heavenly Family, the Imperial Court, and the Officials.
I’ll let you listen! I’ll let you listen! Listen to the whole city talking about Maoyuan Mountain!
"She who has been hiding all this time actually stood in front of the people of the capital this time." Qin Shisanlang said, stretching out his hand, "Tofu in Taipingju, a passing god, a miracle doctor's wife, a deserter's sister, no, show me
Understanding these four identities is equivalent to revealing more things. Smart people will definitely think of things like Xiaoli Liu and the deserter incident..."
Having said this, he exhaled and looked down the hillside.
"Throwing out so many tricks at once shows that he is really angry."
He said and sat down again.
"I can make tofu, make delicious food, cure diseases, know astronomy and calendar, and this time I can make wine..."
He said this and counted them one by one on his fingers.
"Every time you are amazed by her, she will immediately make you even more amazed. I really don't know what magic is hidden behind this lady. It is so dazzling that you can't see through it and can't see it all..."
..”
He said this and kicked Liulang who was sleeping soundly beside him.
"It's really hard not to see and think about it. It's really hard to leave. Can't you tell me?"
Zhou Lang, who was sleeping soundly, was kicked by him and grunted twice in reply.
The sky has been calm for a long time, and the city patrol soldiers have also circled the city wall twice. The gatekeeper of the east city gate still stands still looking at the sky without moving.
"How can the fireworks fly so high?" he murmured.
The soldiers passing by frowned and looked puzzled.
Ever since he saw the fireworks during the day, the prison officer has been like this, seeming to be thinking, and also seeming to be in a daze, and occasionally he will repeat this sentence.
Why do adults suddenly become as sentimental as women or literati?
"So what happened?" Someone couldn't help but asked.
"Fireworks have never flown so high before, because gunpowder can't do it." The warden shook his head and said.
The soldiers winked at each other, hiding a bit of smiles.
"Mr. Li is really an expert at things." Someone said with a half-smile.
These words brought the prison officer back to his senses. He frowned and glanced at the soldier. Although he was an official, in a place where officials were everywhere in the capital, being the lowest military attache actually meant nothing.
Look at the little soldier in front of you. Although he is a soldier and he is an officer, he has a relative who is older than his officer.
The prison officer looked away and said nothing.
"What are you doing?" A group of people came from a distance and asked.
The leading general was majestic, and the prison officer rushed forward to greet him.
"Master Li is watching the fireworks." Someone laughed.
This remark caused a burst of laughter.
"Li Mao, since you spent money to buy an official position, don't always think about your family's business." The general frowned and said with a bit of displeasure.
The prison officer looked embarrassed and lowered his head.
"Yes, my lord, I am a lower official, no." he said.
"It's fine if you don't have one. Do your job well and do some shifts in the future. Then people will know that your Li family also has a good man, not just fireworks. Speaking of which, your Li family has more than just the founder of firecrackers." The general said. [Note.
1]
Although the words sounded encouraging, looking at the smiles of the people around him that were either hidden or naked, you knew that this was still a kind of humiliation.
The gatekeeper, the third son of the Li family, a famous fireworks shop in the capital. Li Mao, who was praised by the emperor for the Li family's tribute fireworks and was awarded the title of military attaché, clenched his fists and bowed in response.
Everyone cheered and walked away, and he slowly stood up, looking up at the sky again.
"Have you ever thought about how a firework can fly so high if it shoots straight up?" He murmured, his eyes sparkling, "How on earth is it possible to do this? Gunpowder can fly so high..."
Note 1: "History of the Tang Dynasty" records: "Li Wei was born in Limashi, Yuanzhou Prefecture, Jiangnan West Road, on April 18, the fourth year of Wude in the Tang Dynasty (AD 621)." Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, was haunted by mountain ghosts.
After long-term treatment failed, an edict was issued to the whole country to seek medical treatment. At the time, Li Tian, a 24-year-old commoner hunter, responded to the imperial edict and used the principle of using earthen guns for hunting. He filled a bamboo tube with saltpeter and exploded to drive away the evil spirits of the mandrill, which restored the emperor's dragon body. Therefore, Li Tian was named the Patriarch of Firecrackers.
PS: Today's update... I'm too tired to go out for a play. The key is that my mood can't keep up. I have to re-read the story to reintegrate. This is why I dare not stop coding for a day. (To be continued)
