Shao Song

　　Autumn breeze is rustling, the sun is warm and the setting sun, in the afternoon, in a classical garden in Bozhou, Huaixi, it is full of light and shadow, and the air is refreshing and warm.

　　 However, because it is the afternoon of a working day, not many people can empathize with such a beautiful scenery. In fact, in this landscape garden dominated by Taoist culture, there is only a small backpacker who bought a ticket to enter, but he was still sleeping on the bench with his face covered with a book, with his head up and sitting there dozing off.

　　 "Wow...pop!"

　　 Suddenly, as the autumn wind tightened sharply, a thin book of "Chinese Political Success and Failure" slipped directly from the face of the young male tourist to the ground, and was swept away by the wind several steps away. The person immediately became sober, but instinctively went to look at the backpack on his bench, and waited for him to confirm that he hadn't lost anything before looking for his book.

But at this moment, an elderly Taoist man who was dragging a big broom came out from nowhere, leaned over to help pick up the books on the ground, and dragged the big broom to sit on the bench, and then looked around. I started this book... the autumn wind, blue-clothed wooden bun, pale face and white hair, surprised the young man who had just woke up.

　　 However, when the young man looked carefully, he caught a glimpse of the XL mark on the collar of the lower robe behind the other's bun, but he was relieved, and then he laughed secretly in his heart, mocking himself for being suspicious.

　　 It turned out that this is Bozhou Guoyang, where it is known as the hometown of Laozi. The garden here is built on the Laozi Temple. It is common to encounter Taoist priests.

"It's really rare to see young people who read books seriously these days." After flipping through a few pages, it might be because they couldn't see clearly or simply couldn't understand. The old Taoist soon separated the book with his mouthful of Huaixi accent. The backpack was handed back. "In fact, it's politics. It's the same since ancient times. Just know the general idea, but the specific things are useless. You read this book right."

　　 "Thank you... uh... Taoist." The young man took the book back, but he got stuck because of the title problem. "It looks like on the train, don't look at it."

　　 "It's quite modest." After hearing the answer, the old Taoist became more and more chatty. "Where is the young man from? How old? Why are you interested in coming to our Laozi Temple?"

　　 "Locals, twenty-one." The young man said casually, and the local flavor of Huaixi gradually came to be in Mandarin. "I just graduated from college and work. I go home to do something. The train leaves at night. I know it's quiet, so I just come here to spend it."

　　 "Twenty-one is good!" The old Taoist said with emotion. "Young! You don't know, our Guoyang is the hometown of Laozi, Laozi Temple has a long history, but it's a pity that there are few local people and even fewer young people. It is rare for you..."

Before he finished his words, the young man couldn’t help but laughed: “Dao Master, I’m a local. You just fooled a foreigner with your words. Why do you fool me? Who doesn’t know that Laozi’s hometown is Luyi next door, we are fake?"

　　 The old Taoist priest was even more embarrassed when he heard the words, and even blushed directly, but he waved his hands again and again.

The young man was probably boring, and he didn’t let the other party mean it. Instead, he couldn’t ask: "What does Dao Chang mean? We are real here, and Luyi’s is fake? The Laozi Temple over there is from the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, there was an endless stream of cultural relics and historic sites. The iron pillars in front of the door have a history of one thousand years..."

　　 "We didn't say that Luyi was a fake." The old Taoist replied embarrassedly, holding the big broomstick. "But our Guoyang is not necessarily true... The two places are so close together. In ancient times, Luyi belonged to Bozhou. Guoyang was a newly built county that was only a century old, so why bother to distinguish it?"

　　The young man suddenly smiled again: "This is a truth, it's all by the Guohe River. Maybe I was a family when I was alive."

　　 "That's it!" The old Taoist finally breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s meaningless to put things like true and false in history. Let’s say Laozi’s hometown refers to the birthplace of Li Er. Luyi can be the place of worship in the past. They are all true to each other. ?"

The young people nodded perfunctorily, but were disdainful in their hearts...To put it bluntly, the ghosts care where I was born, and the dispute over Laozi’s hometown is clearly about tourism resources and local cultural confidence. The old Taoist talks like this, even if there is a bit of quibble truth. , But the governments of the two places would definitely not recognize it! The Luyi government, which holds a large number of real cultural relics and historical sites, even more denies it!

　　 Besides, this Taoist priest is not a serious Taoist priest. He can't be said to be a cleaner, and he is a lazy and slippery cleaner... Otherwise? A Taoist priest who opens his mouth and closes his ears. Doesn't he respect him at all? Then on a windy day, carrying a broom in the garden, pretending to be fooled by whom?

However, it seems that he could see the perfunctory meaning of the young people, and the old Taoist said again and again: "Young people don't believe it...we also have real cultural relics in Guoyang. The Jiulongjing in the Meteor Garden is a spring and autumn research by experts. Antiquities, just one bite, if you don’t believe me, go and take a look."

　　 The young man shook his head again and again, just got up and picked up his backpack to go... As a local, what does he not know? The so-called Nine-Dragon Well, they also have one on the other side of Luyi, but to be honest, don’t talk about the Guoyang side, it’s the one on Luyi side. Does the ghost know if it has anything to do with Daozu?

　　 "The young man, wait a minute!" Seeing this, the old Dao became even more anxious, so he just got up and spoke the truth with a broomstick. "There was a dog in the Jiulong Well over there, and the leg hurts, so we can't reach the broom. It is reasonable to say that the well is very wide, only one person deep, but we will not be able to get up when we get older, so we have to trouble young people. People help out."

　　 The young man was speechless for a while: "Dao Master said it early!"

　　 "Isn't this afraid that you won't agree?" The old Taoist also felt embarrassed, but he directly led the way with his broomstick. "Young people are hard to talk now. And we didn't want to care about this dog, but his family knows us well, and often invites us to dinner. Now his family is not there, we are always embarrassed to leave the dog under the well and just leave it alone. ..."

In 　　 babbled words, the two of them were walking one after another towards the spring and autumn historic site, the so-called Jiulong Well in the Meteor Garden. When I arrived at the place, I saw a well-protected ancient well, with a pavilion built on it, and a plaque of the world's first pavilion hung... But the old way led the young people to the auxiliary well.

It is said that it is an auxiliary well, but it is just to make up the eight new wells forcibly built by the allusions of Jiulongjing when I was born. They are not monuments, but are made of cement, with a cement back cover, a radius of two meters and a depth of less than two meters. It is a well, rather than a wide-mouthed cement pit.

Let’s say that the young man followed the old way to one of the wells and stretched out his head to see that there was a little pug lying motionless at the bottom of the well as deep as one person, but occasionally kicked his legs to show that it was still alive, and the puppies were still alive. There is a pile of coins, copper coins and other blessings.

Seeing this shape, the young man just frowned slightly, and immediately put down his backpack and jumped down. However, when he supported the edge of the well with his hands, he felt unwilling to help this little favor in his heart, as if this time. Going down the well will kill people.

　　 Seeing the young man so uninterested, the old man sighed, but suddenly angered:

　　 "To save and not to save, to go and not to go, are you fooling the world?!"

　　 "How can a dog get involved with the people of the world?" The young man frowned instantly.

　　 "No matter what, since I have responded to my words, I have to speak honestly, right?" The old man scolded vigorously with his broomstick. "Young people look forward and backward, but still don't talk about integrity, how will they enter society in the future?!"

　　 The young man was about to say that he had found a job and he was a member of society, but the old man suddenly raised his broomstick, pushed hard, and easily pushed him into the well.

　　 After falling into the well, the young man fell into a faint when he heard a bark of a dog.

　　 "Officials! Officials!! Your Majesty!!!"

After the dog barking, Zhao Jiu heard human voices vaguely again, but suddenly sat up from the cold tent, sweating profusely, and his heartbeat was like rain. It took a while before he realized that he had just dreamed. , The first half of the dream seems to recall the beginning of all the things that led to it, as if experiencing it all over again, vividly remembering; the second half is extremely absurd, but it seems to be self-exertion in the dream.

　　 "The officials will be fine when they wake up." Yang Yizhong was also relieved when he saw this.

　　 Zhao Jiu looked back at Yang Yizhong, who was also looking very bad, wiped a handful of sweat, and then tried to comfort him: "Zhengfu (Yang Yizhong), don't worry, I just had a nightmare."

　　 Yang Yizhong was cautious, and stopped talking.

　　 "Is there anything wrong?" Zhao Jiu instinctively asked.

　　 "Liu Taiwei is crossing the river." Yang Yizhong said in a low voice and cautiously.

　　 "What?" Zhao Guanjia was confused again. "Who?"

　　 "Feng Guojun Jidu made Liu Taiwei lead troops to cross the river." Yang Yizhong became more careful.

　　 "I asked him to send the old and weak and the extra courage, but didn't let him come?" Zhao Jiu seemed to think of a will he made yesterday or this afternoon, but he became more confused. "Are you afraid of me disposing of him?"

　　 Yang Yizhong's complexion is extremely difficult.

　　 "To be honest!" Zhao Jiu was completely impatient. "what happened?"

　　 "Liu Taiwei brought the talents of the headquarters to grab the ferry, but instead left the old and the weak and the courage in Xia Cai." Yang Yizhong was obviously embarrassed to the extreme. "The commotion in the evening was due to Liu Taiwei personally leading the army to seize the ferry crossing in Caicheng."

　　 "How to distinguish Liu Guangshi's elite from the old and the weak?" Zhao Jiu asked in a daze, he knew that Yang Yizhong came from Zhang Jun's subordinate.

　　 "His three thousand headquarters of the Western Army, two thousand kings of Yasha, and the three thousand Fu Qing that was collected by JD.com have all crossed the river intact." Yang Yizhong gritted his teeth. "That's all right, just now, I don't know if it was due to Liu Taiwei's advice when he left~www.NovelMTL.com~The last group of Fu Qing's people even set fire to Xia Cai Neidu when they left. Now Xia Cai and Chengzhong are on fire. Nearly 20,000 people in Zhang Taiwei's department have become lone soldiers... The minister is a guard, and should not be involved in this matter. Only when he saw the fire on the other side, he secretly went down to ask an acquaintance of the western army to ask, and then he knew the inside story!"

Zhao Jiu was stunned for a long time, and it took a lot of effort to figure out the specific situation of Yang Yizhong’s report. When he suddenly awakened, despite the cold and the cold, he turned over and went out of the account, and rushed to the place with excellent vision. At the top of Huaishan, I saw the ferry crossing under the Bagong Mountain all the way to the Aikou Yingzhai. It was already bustling. I don't know how many soldiers and horses came, and there was a fire in Caicheng on the opposite bank.

The Zhao official’s family was completely at a loss, and then burned with anger and blood poured over his head. He was about to turn his head and call for someone, but unexpectedly, Yang Yizhongfu chased him quickly from the tent, and fell to the ground regardless of everything, and grabbed the official stubbornly. Home:

　　 "Officials must be patient! It should be noted that at this time there are only a few thousand civilians in the vicinity of Palgong Mountain, but the soldiers and horses can only be used by the Huyantong Department and hundreds of squads. How is Liu Taiwei's eight thousand elite opponents?!"

Before the words were over, someone rushed from a distance, but several servants called out from a distance: "Officials, Your Majesty! Feng Guojun Jiedu entrusted Liu Taiwei and the imperial camp to control Wang Taiwei, and the Privy Council Wang Come and see you together, mate!"

　　 Yang Yizhong heard this, and he dared not speak any more, but he couldn't help but use his hands harder.

And Zhao Jiu snorted coldly, and struggling to get rid of each other, and under the bonfire, his face looked grim and laughed, as if to laugh at himself: "Let them come! All come! The prime minister, the bachelor, the royal history, and the camp. Generals, come all!"

　　PS: Continue to sacrifice the guardianship of "Uncle Daming Emperor" Yu Ze, the "Global Run" journey of the Han King of Daming Han Zhu Gaoxu!

　　 By the way, continue to wish everyone a Happy New Year!