Chapter Twenty-nine Awakening from a Dream (Continued)
The autumn wind is rustling, the sun is warm and the sun is setting. In the afternoon, light and shadow are interlaced in a classical garden in Bozhou, Huaixi Province, and the air is refreshing and warm.
However, because it was a weekday afternoon, not many people could feel the same beauty. In fact, there was only one backpacker who bought a ticket to enter this landscape garden with Taoist culture.
He covered his face with a book on the bench, sat there with his head raised and dozed off.
"Crack... bang!"
Suddenly, as the autumn wind suddenly tightened, a thin book "Chinese Political Gains and Losses in the Past Dynasties" slipped directly from the face of the young male tourist to the ground, and was carried by the wind a few steps away. The man then immediately
Although he was awake, he instinctively looked at his backpack on the bench, and only after he confirmed that nothing was lost, he went to look for his books.
But at this moment, an old Taoist priest dragging a big broom appeared out of nowhere, leaned over to help pick up the books on the ground, and dragged the big broom to sit on the bench, and then flipped through it.
When I read this book... the autumn wind blew, the blue clothes and wooden buns, the pale face and white hair shocked the young man who had just woken up.
However, when the young man looked carefully and caught a glimpse of the xl mark on the collar of the Taoist robe under the back of the other person's bun, he felt relieved, and then secretly laughed in his heart, mocking his own suspicion.
It turns out that this place is Woyang, Bozhou, known as the hometown of Laozi. The gardens here are built on the basis of the Laozi Temple. It is common to encounter Taoist priests.
"It's really rare these days that young people read books seriously." After briefly flipping through a few pages, perhaps because he couldn't see clearly or simply couldn't understand, the old Taoist priest quickly opened the book with a Huaixi accent.
The backpack was handed back. "Actually, politics has been the same since ancient times. It's enough to understand the general outline, but the specific things are useless. You read the book correctly."
"Thank you... um... Taoist priest." The young man took the book back casually, but was temporarily stuck because of the problem of addressing him. "It's just a pretense on the train. It doesn't look good."
"Quite modest." The old Taoist priest became more and more chatty after hearing the reply. "Where is this young man from? How old is he? Why are you interested in coming to our Laozi Temple?"
"Local, twenty-one." The young man said casually, and his Mandarin gradually took on a local flavor of Huaixi. "I just graduated from college and got a job. I came home to do some errands. I will take the train in the evening. I know it is quiet here.
Just come here and spend your time."
"Twenty-one is good!" the old Taoist priest sighed with emotion. "Young! You don't know that our Guoyang is the hometown of Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu's temple has a long history. It's a pity that few locals come, and even fewer young people come. It's rare to have you..."
Before he finished speaking, the young man couldn't help but laugh: "Taoist Master, I am a local, you are just trying to fool outsiders, why are you fooling me? Who doesn't know that my hometown is Luyi next door, and ours is
Fake?"
The old Taoist priest was even more embarrassed when he heard this, and even turned red in the face, but waved his hands and said nothing.
The young man was probably bored, and did not let go of the other party's intention. Instead, he failed to ask: "What does the Taoist mean? Our place is real, and the one in Luyi is fake? The Laozi Temple over there has been around since the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty.
By the Song Dynasty, cultural relics and historic sites were emerging one after another, and the iron pillars in front of the door had a history of a thousand years..."
"We didn't say that Luyi is fake." The old Taoist priest replied awkwardly, holding a big broom. "But our Guoyang may not be real... The two places are so close. In ancient times, Luyi was always
It belongs to Bozhou, and Woyang is a county that was built less than a century ago, so why should we distinguish it so clearly?"
The young man suddenly smiled again: "That makes sense. We are all on the edge of the Wohe River. Maybe we will still be a family when I am alive."
"That's right!" The old Taoist priest finally breathed a sigh of relief. "And Lao Tzu's hometown can also refer to Li Er's birthplace. Luyi is a place of worship for generations. Our place may not be his hometown."
The young man nodded perfunctorily, but in his heart he was disdainful... To put it bluntly, the devil doesn't care where I was born, and the dispute over my hometown is clearly about tourism resources and local cultural confidence. The old Taoist said this, even if it is a bit of sophistry.
, but the governments of the two places will definitely not recognize it! The Luyi government, which holds a large number of genuine cultural relics, will not recognize it even more!
Moreover, this Taoist priest is not a serious Taoist priest. He is just an osplay cleaner, and a lazy and slippery cleaner...what else? A Taoist priest who speaks like an old man but keeps his mouth shut, without any respect at all? Then Dafengtian showed up.
Carrying a broom in the garden and pretending, who are you trying to fool?
However, as if he saw the young man's perfunctory intention, the old Taoist priest kept chattering again: "Young people, don't believe it... We also have real cultural relics in Guoyang. The Nine Dragon Well in Meteor Garden is the Spring and Autumn Period verified by experts.
It’s just a mouthful of antiques, if you don’t believe me, go take a look.”
The young man shook his head repeatedly, and simply stood up and picked up his backpack to leave... As a local, what doesn't he know? There is also a so-called Jiulong Well in Luyi, but to be honest, let alone Guoyang, it is Luyi.
Over there, who knows if it has anything to do with Daozu?
"Young man, wait a minute!" Seeing this, the old Taoist became even more anxious. He simply stood up and leaned on a broom to tell the truth. "A dog fell into the Kowloon Well over there. His legs were injured. We can't even reach it with a broom. Logically speaking, the well is
It’s very wide and only one person deep, but as we get older we can’t get up, so we have to ask the younger people to help us.”
The young man was speechless for a moment: "The Taoist priest told you earlier!"
"Aren't we afraid that you won't agree?" The old Taoist priest also felt embarrassed, but he just held the broom and led the way. "It's hard for young people to talk now. And we don't want to take care of this dog, but his family is familiar with us, and he often
Invite us to dinner, and now that his family is gone, we are embarrassed to leave his dog down the well and just watch..."
In the midst of chattering, the two of them walked in tandem, heading towards the ancient site of the Spring and Autumn Period, the so-called Nine Dragon Well in the Meteor Garden. When they arrived, they saw a well-protected ancient well with a pavilion built on top.
There was a plaque saying "The No. 1 Pavilion in the World"... But the old man led the young man to the side well.
It is said that they are auxiliary wells, but they are just eight new wells forcibly built to make up the allusion to the Kowloon Well when I was born. They are not historical sites, but simply made of cement with a cement bottom seal, two meters in diameter and less than two meters deep... not so much
It's a well, rather a wide cement pit.
Let's say that the young man followed the old man to one of the wells, and when he stretched his head, he saw that there was a little pug lying motionless at the bottom of the well that was as deep as a person. He only kicked his legs occasionally to show that he was still alive, and there were still things around the little pug.
There is a pile of coins, copper coins and other blessing objects.
Seeing this shape, the young man just frowned slightly, and was about to put down his backpack and jump down. However, when he held his hands on the edge of the well, for some reason, he felt unwilling to do this small favor, as if this time
If you go down a well, you will die.
Seeing that the young man was so ignorant, the old man sighed and suddenly glared:
"Save or not save, leave or not leave, are you fooling the world?!"
"How did a mere dog get involved with everyone in the world?" The young man frowned for a moment.
"No matter what, since you have complied with my words, you must be honest, right?" The old man scolded with his broomstick. "If young people are hesitant and do not show integrity, how will they enter society in the future?!"
Just when the young man was about to say that he had found a job and was a member of society, the old man suddenly raised the broom and pushed hard, pushing the young man into the well easily.
After falling into the well, the young man suddenly heard a dog barking and fell into a coma.
"Guan family! Guan family!! Your Majesty!!!"
In the daze after the dog barked, Zhao Jiu vaguely heard human voices again, but suddenly sat up in the cold tent, sweating profusely, and his heartbeat was like rain. After a while, he finally realized that he had just dreamed.
, I remembered the origin of everything that happened before me.
"It will be good if the officials wake up." Seeing this, Yang Yizhong also breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Jiu turned back to see Yang Yizhong, who also looked very bad, and quickly tried his best to comfort him: "Don't worry Zhengfu (Yang Yizhong), I just had a nightmare."
Yang Yizhong was cautious and hesitated to speak.
"Is there something wrong?" Zhao Jiubeng asked.
"Liu Taiwei is crossing the river." Yang Yizhong lowered his voice and spoke carefully.
"What?" Zhao Guanjia was confused again. "Who?"
"Liu Taiwei, the military commander of the Fengguo Army, led his troops across the river." Yang Yizhong became more and more cautious.
"I asked him to send the old, weak and redundant local braves, but I didn't ask him to come?" Zhao Jiu seemed to remember a decree he made yesterday or this afternoon, but he became more and more confused. "It's because I'm afraid.
Shall I deal with him?"
Yang Yizhong looked extremely embarrassed.
"Tell the truth!" Zhao Jiu was completely impatient. "What's going on?"
"Liu Taiwei brought his elite troops to seize the ferry. Instead, he left the old, weak and brave villagers in Xiacai." Yang Yizhong was obviously extremely embarrassed. "The commotion in the evening was caused by Liu Taiwei.
I personally led the army to seize the ferry crossing in Xia Cai City."
"How to distinguish the elite under Liu Guangshi from the old and the weak?" Zhao Jiu asked cautiously in confusion. He knew that Yang Yizhong was born under Zhang Jun.
"His three thousand Western Army Headquarters, two thousand Wang Yaksha Division, and the three thousand Fu Qing Division who were surrendered by Jingdong, all of them have crossed the river intact." Yang Yizhong gritted his teeth and said. "That's fine, just here.
Just now, I don't know if it was because of Liu Taiwei's instructions when he left, but the last group of Fu Qing's men actually set fire to Xia Cai Neidu when they left. Now Xia Caicheng and the nearly 20,000 people of Zhang Taiwei's men in the city have become a lone army... Chen Ben
He was a guard, so he shouldn't have interfered with this matter. Only when he saw the fire on the other side, he secretly went down to inquire with his acquaintances in the Western Army, and then he knew the inside story!"
Zhao Jiu was stunned for a long time, and spent a lot of effort to figure out the specific situation of Yang Yizhong's report. When he suddenly realized it, he turned out of the tent regardless of the cold weather and rushed to the front with an excellent view.
At the top of Huaishan Mountain, I saw that all the way from the ferry at the foot of Bagong Mountain to the pass camp was already bustling with people. I don’t know how many soldiers and horses came. And on the other side, somewhere in Xiacai City on the other side was indeed ablaze.
Zhao Guanjia was completely at a loss at first, and then he was so angry that blood rushed to his head. He was about to turn around and call someone, but unexpectedly, Yang Yi Zhongfu came after him from the tent at high speed. He knelt down on the ground regardless of everything and grabbed the official tightly.
Home:
"Officials and family members must be patient! It should be noted that there are only a few thousand civilians near Bagong Mountain at this time, and the available troops are no more than Hu Yantong and several hundred Banzhi. How can they be the opponent of Liu Taiwei's eight thousand elites?!"
Before he finished speaking, someone came running from a distance, but several chamberlains called out to each other from a distance: "Guan family, Your Majesty! The military governor Liu Taiwei and the imperial camp are in charge of Wang Taiwei, as well as the Privy Council
Mr. Wang, come together to ask for an audience!"
Hearing this, Yang Yizhong did not dare to speak anymore, but his hands could not help but become harder and harder.
Zhao Jiu snorted coldly and tried his best to get rid of the other party. Under the light of the bonfire, his face seemed to be smiling, as if he was laughing at himself: "Let them come! Come all! The prime minister, the bachelor, the censor, and the camp."
Generals, come all!"
ps: Continue to sacrifice the "Uncle of the Ming Dynasty" Yuze guardian, Zhu Gaoxu, the king of the Han Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, on his "global run" journey!
By the way, I continue to wish everyone a Happy New Year!