Qingqiu Kingdom is in the east, but Qingqiu Mountain is in the south. This is because there are several fox totem tribes, among which the oldest clan in Qingqiu Kingdom belongs to the Tushan clan.
This Qingqiu native is a subordinate branch of the Tushan clan, called the Youpeng clan.
Peng, a place with lush vegetation.
In short, the name of this clan is not very important, as long as you know that he is from Qingqiu.
Just like when traveling, people will tell you that you are from Shandong or Henan, but generally they will not ask you in detail which city or district you are from. Of course, except for Jiangsu people in bulk.
Uncle Xi was not interested in their conflict over goods, but he was very interested in the person who made the original plow. Although it was relatively rough, he had already made the No. 1 single-player plow with Yu Zai.
There's not much difference.
It just looks a little uglier, and what worries Uncle Xi even more is that Yu Zai named this thing a plow. How could anyone use the same name in this place, at the foot of Lishan Mountain, on the bank of Leize, and in the land of Shouqiu?
What about naming things the same?
Uncle Xi felt that there must be something fishy about this matter!
Could it be that Yu Zai and this young man from Shouchiu are the legendary "that friend of mine"?
The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed that Ju Zai came from this. When he was bragging to Dayi, he always said that he had a friend. Although Uncle Xi felt that this sentence format was learned from Da Yi, Ju Zai should indeed be
Have many friends.
Uncle Xi talked to the man who was buying water, and saw that he was holding a few apricots and a bowl of well water, and he was eating happily.
"Hey, aren't you going to Taotang City, and now you are going to Shouqiu? Although it's not far, but"
The nail-biting man knows that those who can go to Taotang City are definitely not ordinary people. It has been the place where the emperor has lived for sixty-six years. But even if you are a central cadre, you will have to pay extra if you change the route midway.
"Add, add!"
Money is not a problem. Uncle Xi said that I would put it in my account book and go back to the east. If I am lucky, I can find his brother Xizhong's tribe. I can just pay the taxi fare.
The big man Ding Ling didn't care about this. He just needed more money anyway, so he went to buy some dry food. In the land of Shangqiu, there were indeed many traveling merchants from all over the mountains and seas. Although there was a fight between the Qingqiu people and the Yumin people before, and
The Qingqiu people successfully attracted the intervention of the local clans in Shangqiu and punished the plagiarism incident. However, because the Qingqiu people acted first, they also fined them.
"If you have something to do, you have to follow the rules. Hit people at every turn. Yuren is guilty of selling goods, but you can't do it. If you do it again next time, you won't be allowed to continue selling goods? Tushan clan? You are a fox and use Tushan clan to oppress me.
Ah! Look at this!"
The city manager of the Shangqiu family pointed to a vendor not far away from the Qingqiu man who was not convinced.
The Qingqiu people turned around.
He was a tall man of three feet and five feet, with majestic weapons and glaring eyes like bells. What he bought at the stall were bone flutes and cowhide, as well as some handmade pottery, clay puppets, and rare cyan ice.
The jade stones are all in the style of the Queen Mother of the West. At this moment, they are staring directly at passers-by, as if to say, "You can have a look, but if you don't buy it, I will beat you to death."
"That's a man from Lintao in the West. Look at his arms that are thicker than your waist, and his fists that are bigger than your butt. You weak fox, what do you think will happen if he punches you?"
The Qingqiu man swallowed his saliva, his two long fox ears twitched, and looked at the Lintao man. When the big man saw the Qingqiu man, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.
The atmosphere was very awkward for a time.
Uncle Xi's route moved from Shangqiu to Shouqiu. After many days, he arrived at Shouqiu. It happened to be close to the middle of the day. The sun rose and the market in Shouqiu opened. The loess and dust of ancient times were rising.
From now on, cattle and horses carrying goods are being led into here.
Chonghua sells plows in the market.
The things he sold were very special, so many people gathered. Some people heard about the last time people from Qingqiu bought plows here, so this time the theatergoers were more expensive than the last time Chonghua came to sell plows.
There is a lot less, but there are a lot more people paying for it.
"How are the things he sells?"
Uncle Xi asked a cargo owner nearby. Of course, Shouqiu is far less prosperous than Shangqiu. Most of the people here are Dongyi and overseas people. There are relatively few Central Plains people, Westerners, and Southerners. The Dongyi market basically copies the Central Plains.
However, Shouqiu's cargo flow is far less large and prosperous than that of Shangqiu.
"You said Chonghua, this kid is a nice person and has a good reputation here."
The stall owner said this and praised him a few times, but Uncle Xi was shocked and secretly thought that it turned out that the maker of the plow was the one Chi Songzi had mentioned and mentioned by Yi, who was being inspected by the emperor.
"Dongyi Boy".
"Interesting, is he Zai's friend?"
Uncle Xi leaned forward, and the big man who nailed the spirit came back and said: "I asked a few stall owners and said that the boy was very honest in selling things and didn't make much money, and the situation of his family was..."
Of course Uncle Xi knew the situation of his family in Chonghua. After all, Dayi and Chi Songzi had mentioned this matter many times.
Uncle Xi saw a little girl on the plow stall in Chonghua. She was smearing on the wooden board with an ink stone, and what she wrote was praised by people around her. Some people even came out of the shell.
I hope I can buy it back.
Ink has been around for a long time. It appeared in the Neolithic Age when pottery was being fired. However, this kind of ink is not the later ink, but a kind of stone.
There are many dyed stones of various colors in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Zhongshan Group, Nuji Mountain, and Fengyu Mountain are rich in this kind of stone, which is called "Stone Nirvana".
Yang Shen of the Ming Dynasty once said: "Shi Nie Hei Dan is today's stone black stone."
"In ancient times, books were written with lacquer, in the middle ages, they were written with black stone, and in later generations, they were written with smoky ink."
Similarly, Li Shizhen also wrote that black stone resin is stone nirvana and graphite.
Of course, during the Tang Dynasty, stone fat was once used to refer to the oil in the Western Regions. During the Han Dynasty, oil was called "槧水".
Southerners used to use this thing to draw eyebrows.
"That's his sister, called Miao Shou."
"椤" means "beating trees to obtain fruits", and "椤" also means "first-born".
"What is this painting?"
Uncle Xi had kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Compared with the big man, he looked like the legendary old man with a good impression. He raised his head and handed over the painting. He explained it in a lively, polite and polite manner:
"It's an elephant! There are elephants plowing in our fields."
The painting on it was indeed an elephant. Of course, Uncle Xi knew that there was another "elephant" in Chonghua's family, but this elephant was a bit naughty.
Uncle Xi turned his head sideways.
At a stall not far away, a person looked over in surprise.