One hundred and seventy-five rivers and lakes dream
The business of a large cart of bricks, in the eyes of the businessmen in the brick kiln in the south of the city, was just a business the size of a pen fly or a mung bean. However, in this cold weather, it was not easy for the two boys to drive a large cart and shivered from the cold, so they drove
He paid a fairly fair price and helped pile the fine water bricks on the cart.
I felt a little distressed as I weighed the much lighter wallet around my waist. The fine water bricks were ten times more expensive than the ordinary blue bricks, but fortunately they were exactly the same as the bricks on the floor of the ancestral hall.
The large amount of stool also means that he doesn't have to worry too much. After all, it's the old man named Zhang in the ancestral hall who provides the money. Why do you worry?
After two horses pulled the cart of bricks for more than ten miles, it gradually slowed down. Gu Sheng complained that he had not thought well before, "This heavy work still requires oxen to do it. Thousands of kilograms of stuff, rely on
Mara can't stand it."
After saying that, he and Wei Changpan jumped down from the adults and took turns pushing the cart behind. When they took the Yuzhou North-South Avenue directly into Jinzhou and Yuancheng, they took the roads built by the government, so naturally the road was smooth and unobstructed.
However, Gu Sheng wanted to save a few miles by walking, so he took a rural dirt road. Although it was bumpy when he came, it was not a serious problem, but he ran into trouble when he returned to the city. The wheel on one side of the car was stuck in the newly melted snow.
In the mud pit, the two draft horses were neighing and unable to drag them out.
Wei Changpan and Gu Sheng were both martial artists, and their combined strength was about the same even if they didn't have the strength of a thousand pounds. They pushed the cart together with all their strength, and several times they almost pushed out of the mud pit, but they slowly slid back.
In the original position, the two had no choice but to remove hundreds of bricks from the cart and push it again. After a lot of effort, they pushed the cart forward a few steps. Just when they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the two horses
No matter how hard the horses exerted their strength, they could not move the cart even one inch.
"The wheel of the car is broken." Gu Sheng told Wei Changpan the news with a grimace, "You're in the middle of nowhere and there's no shop in the back. Where can you find a place to repair it? Why don't I go back to the city and call some people over, and you wait here.
?”
Wei Changpan nodded, "That's the only way."
Gu Sheng trotted away on the dirt road. When Wei Changpan saw the two horses huffing and puffing, he took out a shriveled fruit from his baggage, took out a close-fitting dagger and cut it in half.
He fed it to the two horses. The two horses stuck out their tongues and licked the palms of his hands. They felt warm and moist and itchy.
He looked around at the fields that were covered with a little bit of residual snow. The wheat stubbles were still in the fields. The sky was clear and cloudless after the snow. Hexi's sunshine shone on him, and his whole body was warm and life-like.
Feeling more and more tired, he leaned against the pile of bricks on the cart and gradually fell into a trance.
"Baby, baby, why are you asleep in the car outside?" The man's rough voice in Jinzhou dialect and shaking woke up Wei Changpan from his deep sleep, "It's getting late, where did you come from?
Where are you going? If you spend the night outside at this time of year, you will get typhoid fever if you don't freeze to death."
Wei Changpan barely opened his eyelids. The sun was setting in the west, and the cold air that had been suppressed underground gradually emerged. His legs had been curled up for a long time and were numb from the cold.
Next to him, a man dressed as a farmer was carrying a hoe. He looked like he had just come back from the fields. When he stood side by side with Wei Changpan, he was more than half a head taller than Wei Changpan, which showed that the northern man was tall.
"Where's Gu Sheng...Why haven't you come back yet?" Wei Changpan murmured as he rubbed his sleepy eyes with his hands.
The man looked surprised, "You are still a boy from the south. How come you are alone and want to bring bricks to us to round the city? Not yet."
The city gates have to be closed within an hour, so we need to tighten up."
When he saw Wei Changpan pulling bricks in a cart with two horses, the man shook his head and said, "It would take an ox to pull such a heavy thing. Fortunately, we have two strong horses with good teeth, so we can pull it for more than ten miles."
"The wheel of the cart is broken, and the people who went to the city haven't come back yet." As soon as Wei Changpan said this, the man put the hoe aside and leaned down to look. After a while, he smiled and said, "I thought it was some big problem.
, just wait, it will be ready for you in just two glasses of wine."
The man did not exaggerate. He got under the cart and fiddled with it for less than a moment before he got out. He patted the dust on his body and said with a smile, "Take a look."
He led the horse biting head forward a few steps, and it was indeed fine. The man also helped load the fine water bricks unloaded on the ground onto the cart. He saw the words "Escort Bureau" and "Escort Bureau" on the cart. He was an illiterate man, so he just
It felt familiar, and suddenly he remembered it, so he asked Wei Changpan with some surprise, "Is this little brother from the city's bodyguard bureau?"
"I'm just a boy doing some odd jobs." That's right, Wu He Escort Bureau just asked him to go to the ancestral hall and be a sweeper.
"Good guy, I heard that the people in the escort office are all skilled in martial arts." The man picked up the hoe handle from the ground and put it on his shoulder. When he saw Wei Changpan had a knife on his waist, he pointed at the knife and shouted, "
Even the boys in the escort agency carry swords! If I were a few years younger, I wouldn’t be able to say..."
The man showed a longing expression, and then spoke to Wei Changpan in a sincere voice, as if he was worried that he would scare him away, "Can you show me an easier trick? We have only seen an escort practicing martial arts once in our life.
..."
Although he was born in a village only a few dozen miles away from Bingyuan City, he did not have bright clothes or enough money, and he did not dare to go to the city to broaden his horizons. On the way home after working in the fields, he carried a hoe.
I would often stand on the small slope at the east end of the village and look northward. The majestic city could only be covered with the palm of my hand.
The closest I've ever been to Bingyuan City in my life was when I went to a neighboring village to work as a wheat collector to help harvest wheat in the autumn, which was considered as a supplement to my family's income. The village was only a few miles away from Bingyuan City, and there were many wealthy families, so the prices paid to wheat customers were also low.
If it's higher, men would be happy to go inside and get closer to the round city.
The autumn air is crisp, the wheat waves are golden, and the Round City seems to be just around the corner. You can touch it if you stretch out your hand. The young man at that time was in his prime, but unfortunately he has been lame in his right foot since he was a child.
Being disabled, it was his regret that he was not selected when the Yamen came to recruit soldiers.
That year, the conscripts built a shed outside Bingyuan City. He and several men from the same village went to join in the fun. One man was just a livestock farmer in the village. He lied that he knew some riding skills and had no luck in taking the horse riding test.
Okay, I didn't reveal my secret, so I became an ordinary cavalryman in the border cavalry army. I was lucky enough to survive several border battles, and I even picked up the military merits of a few northern barbarians. Then I stood out and led about twenty people.
A group of people looked so majestic when they rode their tall horses home to visit relatives.
It's a pity that he has a lot of strength, but he is hampered by the problems in his legs and feet.
When he was about to turn around and leave, he saw several strong men wearing short-sleeved clothes and carrying swords. They went to perform a set of sword skills in front of the recruiting shed. Good guy, blindfolded by the falling fruits, they swished three times.
When the knife fell to the ground, it had eight petals of similar size. All the men saw it. Later I heard that they were all bodyguards from the Wuhe Escort Bureau in the city. No wonder they had such good skills.
The man looked eagerly at Wei Chang
Pan's eyes moved between his sword and his expression. It was a taboo to reveal his moves in front of strangers, not to mention that he was not able to reveal his identity at will yet. God knows whether the killer of Kalutai would still work with Qihu.
That night he usually shows up without warning.
But the man in front of me is just a middle-aged man with a slight limp. He just helped him repair the wheel of the cart...
You must not have the intention of harming others, but you must be on guard against others. You must not be careless when you are out and about. "The more powerful positions have the rules of the master and cannot be shown to others at will. The simpler positions are not so much taken into consideration, but
Not very pretty..."
Splitting, chopping, blocking, and interception are the simplest things in swordsmanship. No matter which martial arts disciple is new to it, he can do it with both hands. However, there are many swordsmanship skills that everyone has never studied thoroughly in their entire life. How to hold it
Knife, where to hold it, how to move, and how to exert force cannot be understood overnight, but it is a very profound knowledge.
These four moves are not the whole of swordsmanship, but part of the cornerstone. They are moves that no swordsmanship can do without.
With the sword out of its sheath, Wei Changpan slowed down his movements and demonstrated the four moves to the man. The three-story martial artist is no longer a dazed young man who has just started martial arts. Although he may not have his own unique insights, his moves are no longer casual.
Which one or two floors can be compared to each other is also the minimum requirement for the leader of a sect in a small place.
"Is this the end?" The man saw Wei Changpan slowly sheathing his sword and smacking the taste of the previous blows. He felt a little unfinished, but he couldn't force Wei Changpan to use two more swords. He gave a thumbs up and praised, "Little brother
To be able to have such skill at such a young age is really extraordinary.”
The man's sincere praise actually made Wei Changpan blush a little. After all, he had previously harbored the idea of hiding his secrets and did not show Zhou Gan's sword skills as a teacher. The man was so generous with his compliments, "How about two more swordsmanship?"
Style?" Wei Changpan asked tentatively.
"No, no, no, no." The man picked up the hoe and waved his hands, "I may not be able to learn these knives in this life, thank you very much."
The man clumsily imitated the etiquette of Jianghu people, cupped his fists, and walked away with the hoe. As he walked, he used the handle of the hoe as a knife to imitate the four moves just now. However, the hoe was heavy, and the man seemed a bit top-heavy when swinging it. However,
Still enjoying it.
Wei Changpan looked at his clumsy back without smiling. He remembered that when he was still in the old scholar's book school, he heard the title of knight-errant for the first time, and knew that there are still such a group of people in the world who draw swords to help when encountering injustice but are conceited about life and death.
After leaving school that day, on the way home from chopping firewood, I wielded a piece of firewood as a sword, thinking that I was an invincible hero.
Probably at that time, his figure waving firewood was as clumsy as this man.
Every man has probably had such a dream in his heart.