Label: Miscellaneous talk
Kyushu? Consolidated record
"The first volume? King of dragon slayers
Written by Jiangnan
Foreword 1
I trudged 500 miles to the east through the mountainous Jinbei Corridor on both sides, and finally arrived at this small town called "Ma You".
In the early days of Yin Da dynasty, it was a bustling place, and a commercial road ran through the mountains. Businessmen here changed their tired saddles, drank two glasses in the pub in the town, and flirted with the charming proprietress, pulling the carriage and setting out for Yeqiushan, the capital of northern Shaanxi. People in the town make a living by raising packhorses, hence the name "Youma".
But now it has fallen. Emperor Jingdezhen sympathized with the traffic difficulties in northern Shaanxi, recruited 50,000 Heluo, and opened up a royal road to Yeqiu Mountain in Lianshan. From then on, businessmen no longer have to drive carts to wander in the mountains. The people in the town gradually moved away, leaving only some old people who love their homeland.
I walked on the path into the mountain, winding like a snake, and the huts on both sides were empty, and the wind made Chai Men babble. I think this town is dying like those old people.
Next to a statue of Xiayuan, I found a restaurant that was already deserted. The wine flag fluttered in the wind and the word "heating" was written on it.
Heating the restaurant, finally arrived.
The former owner of the restaurant is still alive, just like those old people in the town, with spots on his face, toothless mouth leaking air and bad eyes, but I can feel that he was a glib person when he was young. He was very happy to see me, saying that no young people had visited him for a long time, and invited me to sit down by the brazier and add a handful of firewood.
"I am the long history of Emperor Shi Sheng of the Imperial Capital, Dr. Gu Jing and a historian." I introduced myself, "Emperor Jingde ordered the revision of" General History of Yin Da "to let us historians look around for old people."
"Emperor Jingdezhen?" The old man's eyes lit up. "Is that Rui Di's son?"
"Ruidi was the former emperor, and now the world is Ji's world." I said, "I heard that something important happened here, which was related to Dr. Xiang's life, so I came all the way."
"I know why you came," the old man rubbed his pipe with a look of memory. "I am such a person waiting to die. What qualifications do I have to be a minister in the imperial city to see me? If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would just be an old man who died and was buried in the ground. I am 97 years old and have told this story all my life, but many people don't believe me. I'm dying, but I still want to tell people this story. I don't want to use this story to bury it underground. "
"Old man, if you are willing to tell me, I will believe it."
"Really? Will you write all this in the history books? "
"Really." I looked him straight in the eye and nodded slightly.
He laughs like a child. "That's good, because I've met those people, and my life has not been in vain," he gave a thumbs-up. "Those people will know at a glance is to regime change! They are all heroes! "
I can feel his blood getting hot and gurgling in his veins.
"My name is Sheng, but I don't have a name. My nickname is Desperate, because the head is big and the neck is thin, which is a bit like a gourd ladle. Young people call me Lao Piao. " The old man said, "I was only nineteen years old that year."
Kyushu? Consolidated record
"The first volume? King of dragon slayers
Written by Jiangnan
Foreword 1
I trudged 500 miles to the east through the mountainous Jinbei Corridor on both sides, and finally arrived at this small town called "Ma You".
In the early days of Yin Da dynasty, it was a bustling place, and a commercial road ran through the mountains. Businessmen here changed their tired saddles, drank two glasses in the pub in the town, and flirted with the charming proprietress, pulling the carriage and setting out for Yeqiushan, the capital of northern Shaanxi. People in the town make a living by raising packhorses, hence the name "Youma".
But now it has fallen. Emperor Jingdezhen sympathized with the traffic difficulties in northern Shaanxi, recruited 50,000 Heluo, and opened up a royal road to Yeqiu Mountain in Lianshan. From then on, businessmen no longer have to drive carts to wander in the mountains. The people in the town gradually moved away, leaving only some old people who love their homeland.
I walked on the path into the mountain, winding like a snake, and the huts on both sides were empty, and the wind made Chai Men babble. I think this town is dying like those old people.
Next to a statue of Xiayuan, I found a restaurant that was already deserted. The wine flag fluttered in the wind and the word "heating" was written on it.
Heating the restaurant, finally arrived.
The former owner of the restaurant is still alive, just like those old people in the town, with spots on his face, toothless mouth leaking air and bad eyes, but I can feel that he was a glib person when he was young. He was very happy to see me, saying that no young people had visited him for a long time, and invited me to sit down by the brazier and add a handful of firewood.
"I am the long history of Emperor Shi Sheng of the Imperial Capital, Dr. Gu Jing and a historian." I introduced myself, "Emperor Jingde ordered the revision of" General History of Yin Da "to let us historians look around for old people."
"Emperor Jingdezhen?" The old man's eyes lit up. "Is that Rui Di's son?"
"Ruidi was the former emperor, and now the world is Ji's world." I said, "I heard that something important happened here, which was related to Dr. Xiang's life, so I came all the way."
"I know why you came," the old man rubbed his pipe with a look of memory. "I am such a person waiting to die. What qualifications do I have to be a minister in the imperial city to see me? If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would just be an old man who died and was buried in the ground. I am 97 years old and have told this story all my life, but many people don't believe me. I'm dying, but I still want to tell people this story. I don't want to use this story to bury it underground. "
"Old man, if you are willing to tell me, I will believe it."
"Really? Will you write all this in the history books? "
"Really." I looked him straight in the eye and nodded slightly.
He laughs like a child. "That's good, because I've met those people, and my life has not been in vain," he gave a thumbs-up. "Those people will know at a glance is to regime change! They are all heroes! "
I can feel his blood getting hot and gurgling in his veins.
"My name is Sheng, but I don't have a name. My nickname is deserved it, because the head is big and the neck is thin, which is a bit like a gourd ladle. When I was young, people called me Lao Piao. " The old man said, "I was only nineteen years old that year."
In the winter of Ai Yinyuan, in the north of Shanxi, there was a horse town with heavy snow.
Late at night, Lao Pu added a handful of firewood to the brazier, which burned very brightly. He cursed the damn weather and sat alone on the threshold in a daze.
The light in the brazier is only enough to light the door. Snowflakes are as big as copper coins. Not far away, the ghost-like old cypress towering into the sky. The snow on Ben's head next to the old cypress tree is as thick as a foot, just like wearing a white hat. People in the mountains believe that this thing is a mountain god and can suppress evil spirits. The heating wine shop is near the entrance of the mountain, which is six or seven miles away from Mayou Town. There is also a small town called "White Cat" in the mountains, where old people live. There is a bad custom in this area. It is unlucky to think that people will decline when they get old. When their family is old, they are sent to live in the mountains, and they are sent to eat, drink and die every few days. So only young and middle-aged people in the town have horses. Xiaben, standing on the road into the mountain, is the evil spirit of the old guys in the town and a landmark, warning them not to come out, or they will be beaten if they come out.
However, those old guys who are immortal don't want to die like this. They have tried their best and come up with ways to make money.
Gambling.
Businessmen like gambling, but if they lose, they will inevitably fight. The town with horses is a lively town, and officers from northern Shaanxi often come to check gambling. Wine shops dare not be too arrogant, just take a small gamble. However, White Cat Town in the mountains is different. It's a big gamble. How many gold baht can you bet on the table? Gambling is set by those old guys who are waiting to die. They don't tap, but those who want to win money leave some food. Officers pity those old guys, too. Bad luck. They never go into the mountains to check gambling, and gambling in the mountains is getting more and more arrogant. I heard that the stakes in a game were too big to count, so they used a big scale to roughly weigh them. The old people living in the mountains are also doing well. They can eat white flour and wear silk clothes.
Lao Piao's boss took this opportunity to open this restaurant in Yamaguchi, and let the businessmen who entered the mountain have a drink to warm up. The business is no worse than the restaurant with horses in the town. But the snow this winter was too heavy and lasted for more than ten days. The snow is three or four feet deep, and the tall night horses can't walk, so businessmen have no interest in gambling. It's just that Ma's town was criticized, and the heating restaurant didn't go for several days.
It's natural to be unhappy when you look at the store alone. It was dark, and listening to the rustling of snowflakes, he always felt haunted.
The old gourd ladle was stupefied and stood up slowly. The rustling sound was very strange, not like the sound of snow, but like ... someone was walking on the snow!
The rustling stopped, and a shadow stood under the old cypress tree, saying nothing, making the old gourd ladle tense. However, he immediately saw that it was a living shadow. He is just wearing a dark cloak, covering his feet all the time and covering his face with a hood, but he can still see that his lower body is very pale.
"Is the guest going into the mountain?" "It's snowing heavily," said the old gourd ladle. "There are few people going into the mountains." What he's trying to say is that you have no one to gamble with now.
The guest didn't answer, bowed his head and gasped. His chest heaved, and air flowed in and out of his throat, making a sound like a broken bellows being pulled hard.
Old gourd ladle tightly wrapped in sheepskin robe, "guest officer, are you ill? Take a break? "
"Where is this?" The guest made a hoarse voice, "White Hair Town, how far is it?"
Old gourd ladle heard a little goose bumps. After a pause, he realized that the guest's voice was strange, without any ups and downs or any feelings. A word jumped out alone and had nothing to do with the other party. When Lao Piao was a child, there was a circus team in Mazhen. There is a clever craftsman in Heluo who can make a talking puppet. When the puppet spoke, the board on his chest was taken away for people to see. The machine inside turned, the copper spring turned in turn, and stiff words jumped out of the puppet's mouth. The guest's tone of voice is like a puppet.
However, the puppet could do nothing but talk and sit, but the guest walked slowly towards the old gourd ladle, and he could feel the hot air from a distance.
"There are guests from Ma Town, and White Cat Town is in the mountains, but the road is hard to walk. Let's take a break and talk about it tomorrow. " Old gourd ladle bow, he believes that the guest is not a mountain spirit ghost, but is likely to have a fever and lose his mind. Otherwise, he's too hot. How can he talk nonsense?
Without speaking, the guest went straight into the hotel and looked around. Instead of sitting at the table, he chose a corner to sit down, with his back against the wall, his head down and his arms crossed.
Old gourd ladle thinks he probably has no money, and just wants to find a place to avoid the cold. This black gourd looks good in material. It was expensive, but I don't know how long it has been on him. It is covered with traces of bird droppings, and the edge is as irregular as a dog's bite, which makes people feel that he has been walking in prickly places for several years in this suit. Old Park is an orphan, and he grew up eating hundreds of meals. He has a kind heart and feels a little pity for him. He touched two cold steamed buns and sent them there.
"Eat, no money." Old gourd ladle turned and left. The sultry heat of the guests makes people feel uncomfortable as soon as they get close. Lao Piao doesn't know what strange disease it is and whether it will be contagious.
Old Park sat by the brazier, baking his hands and glanced at the "guests" who didn't pay. The guest stared at the steamed bread for a long time and slowly held out his hand. At the moment he caught the steamed bread, he became like a hungry dog for seven or eight days, desperate to put the steamed bread in his mouth. He didn't chew a few bites, suddenly retched, pinched his neck, and half a cold steamed bread fell at his feet.