In May in the far north beyond the Great Wall, the morning is still very cold.
The whistle of the catamaran passenger ship woke up the sleeping valley. Flocks of birds flew out of the woods and chirped. Squirrels crawled out of their caves and stood on the treetops, looking at this group of strange visitors in surprise.
The four boats anchored on the river channel at the foot of Trilin Shiji. Zhao Xin, Liu Sheng and others first put the incense candles and sacrifices for sacrifice on the ferry rubber boat.
After a while, the rubber boat came to the shore. Wukambe, carrying a rifle on his back, jumped out of the rubber boat with another recruit and dragged them onto the river beach. After they lifted the sacrifice from the boat, they worked together to push the rubber boat into the water.
The rubber boat went back and forth again and again, bringing Zhao Xin and the others to the beach. Saharian, Ushiha and some villagers also followed. When they set off, they tied their fast boats behind the patrol boats. At this time, they also got down into the boats and rowed the fast boats to the shore.
Because these people had another drink in Balke Village last night, there were not many people who landed on Zhao Xin's side, only about fifty in total. Everyone else was sleeping soundly in their cabins on the catamaran. On each ship, several soldiers with guns stood on the decks, patrolling and looking around.
When all the people got ashore, Wu Kambei and several other soldiers began to climb the mountain to clear the way. Zhao Xin, Liu Sheng, Zhang Bo, A Miao and Saharian's father and daughter walked in the procession, and the last ones in the crowd were carrying sacrifices. several migrant workers.
They came to pay homage to Yongning Temple today.
The reason why Saharian followed him was because he was curious and wanted to see how the descendants of the great emperor of tomorrow performed sacrificial rituals.
Everyone climbed up the moss-covered natural stone steps at the foot of Trilin Rock. When they were halfway up the mountain, Zhao Xin couldn't help but stop and look around at the misty mountains and Heilongjiang. I saw that the river surface in the early morning was completely covered by the white mist, as if covered with a light veil. On the surrounding mountain tops, thick mist drifts with the wind to the valley below, like a fairy dancing in the blue mountains.
The higher they climbed to Shiji, the more they felt as if they were walking on clouds. Groups of rolling clouds floated beneath their feet, and clouds and mist twined around the dark green pine branches. In the morning, the valley and rivers are surprisingly quiet, with surging rivers, tinkling mountain springs, and crows of birds.
In another time and space, Zhao Xin had never been here. But for some reason, he felt more depressed than curious at this time. Zhao Xin didn't like this feeling very much, but he couldn't let it go. A Miao and Liu Sheng beside him saw his face getting more and more serious, and they didn't understand what was happening.
When everyone finally stepped onto the platform of Shiji and saw the two stone tablets under the ancient pines, they finally let out a sigh of relief.
On top of Shiji, tall spruces and ancient pines grow together, with green grass and clusters of wild flowers. At this time, the morning sun rises from the vast expanse of blue sea, first with a touch of tender red, and then flashing out a large rose-colored brocade of clouds, and the light slowly rises from the connection between the water and the sky like a curtain.
The group of people held their breath when they saw the scenery in front of them, intoxicated by the grand scene of the moment.
I saw the red and translucent sun jumping out of the water. Thousands of golden lights penetrated the layers of mountain mist like waterfalls and light ribbons, and instantly covered the mountains, rivers and land.
A Miao used to pull Zhao Xin's sleeve, but it was all empty. She turned around and looked around, and saw Zhao Xin standing in front of the two stone tablets with his hands behind his back, looking serious.
Between the two stone tablets is the remnant seat of an octagonal Dharani building. Thirty steps northeast of the two monuments is the former site of Yongning Temple, which has collapsed for many years. In front of the temple there is a brick pagoda with eight sides and five floors.
Zhao Xin said nothing after reading the words on the stone tablet. He walked back to the brick pagoda with his hands behind his back. He saw many lifelike Buddha statues carved on the second floor of the pagoda. He walked to the dilapidated stone steps in front of the temple, leaned over and picked up a semicircular tile block with a pair of yin and yang fish clearly engraved on it.
He threw away the tile block and stood silently in front of the ruins of Yongning Temple. Saharian came over, pointed to the northwest direction of Yongning Temple and said to Zhao Xin: "Go down the mountain from there and walk along the river, and there is an ancient city ruins. However, there are only broken tiles left there. Would you like to go over and take a look later?"
Zhao Xin shook his head. He knew that the place Saharian was talking about should be the former site of the Yuan Dynasty Marshal Zhengdong Mansion where he fought across the sea and the Ming Dynasty Nurgandusi. Crossing the sea from here to the island country, it would be damning if you don’t encounter a hurricane!
Through the moss-covered temple walls and ruins on the ground, Zhao Xin could see the thousands of miles of wind and smoke in northern Xinjiang in the Ming Dynasty. He seemed to see the officials of the Ming Dynasty leading their men and horses, traveling thousands of miles to this place many times, and paying tribute to the people here. Distributing rewards and collecting taxes; it seems that countless craftsmen are building this Yongning Temple, and two stone tablets have been erected one after another.
More than three hundred years have passed, and the inscriptions on Yongning Temple are still clearly identifiable. On the front of the stele, the four characters "Yongning Temple Ji" are strong and powerful; on the side, there is no shortage of words written in Chinese, Mongolian, Tibetan and Jurchen script! The inscription on the front has thirty lines, each line has sixty-four characters. Liu Sheng, Zhang Bo and others walked to the stele, looked at the words on the stele, and couldn't help but read aloud:
"Fu Wen heard that the virtues of heaven are brilliant, so they can overthrow the emperor; the virtues of earth are profound, so they can sustain them; the virtues of saints are sacred, so they can please the near and obey the far, and give generously and help everyone. Since the unification of Hongwei and our dynasty, the world has Fifty years of peace have passed. There are nine barbarians and eight barbarians, sailing on the mountains and rivers, shoulder to shoulder, and bowing under the palace. The people cannot count them..."
Seeing the end, Liu Sheng was surprised and said: "The signature is the 11th year of Yongle!"
Zhao Xin came over and said calmly: "The other stone tablet dates from the 8th year of Xuande's reign. It's almost more than 350 years ago." In fact, Zhao Xin still said it was less. The first stone tablet was erected in 1413, and by the 50th year of Qianlong's reign, it was already 300 years old. Seventy-two years.
Liu Sheng came over and asked in a low voice: "In our time, were these two stone tablets still here?"
Zhao Xin shook his head and said softly under the gaze of Zhang Bo and Liu Sheng: "I remember that in 1904, Tsarist Russia demolished everything here, even the octagonal Dharani building. The two stone tablets were later destroyed. It was put on open-air display in a museum in Vladivostok. By our time, the inscriptions had long been weathered and could not be read clearly."
"Son of a bitch!" Liu Sheng and Zhang Bo cursed fiercely.
"Forget it, prepare for the sacrifice." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he waved to the migrant workers carrying the sacrifice and asked them to place the incense candles and a slaughtered sheep on a stone table in front of the stone tablet. A Miao picked a handful of wild flowers, walked over and placed them in front of the stone tablet.
Zhao Xin took three incense sticks from the hands of the migrant workers and lit them against the candles. When he raised the incense to his forehead, he suddenly felt that the three incense sticks in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds. It seemed that the two stone tablets in front of him were conveying the will to protect this land through the incense in Zhao Xinxin's hands.
"Responsibility?" Zhao Xin raised his eyes and looked at the stone tablet. In another time and space, this place will no longer belong to China in another seventy-five years. The cowardly Manchus were busy dealing with Changmao and did not dare to offend the ferocious invaders; the only ones who dared to defend this land were the indigenous border people like Saharian and Ushiha, but what awaited them was the opponent's musketry and long knives.
"I know I won't live for seventy-five years, but I will make my descendants do their best to defend this land! Any foreigner who tries to covet this land will die without a burial place! The Emperor is here Come on, the thick soil is proof!”
The curls of incense rose from the stone incense burner, and a breeze blew, and the thin smoke pillars were blown away to the stone tablet. Zhao Xin knelt down in front of the two Yongning monuments and bowed three times to them.
After Liu Sheng finished offering the incense, he did not kneel down. He just bowed to the stone tablet. After he got up, he walked to Zhao Xin, looked at the river at his feet, and asked softly: "I see that you have been in a low mood since you started climbing. This is the place you have always wanted to come. Is there anything wrong?"
At this time, the sun has risen, and the white mist that shrouded the Heilongjiang River has dispersed with the wind. On the blue river, canoes, flat-bottomed boats and fast boats are going back and forth on the river.
"It looks so good here now! It's peaceful and peaceful, with beautiful mountains and rivers." Zhao Xin changed the topic. He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Temple Street, a hundred and fifty miles away. It will be occupied by the Tsarist Russians. The bastards who were repulsed by Kangxi will return to Yaksa by boat! And the descendants of these people under our feet have shed their blood and fought hard, but they can't get any reinforcements from the Qing Dynasty."
Liu Sheng looked at the fishing boats on the river and was silent for a while before he said, "That's why God will give you that thing."
Zhao Xin shook his head and said: "I don't know either. The era we live in is the last glory of ancient China. The Manchu and Qing Dynasties are still immersed in the dream of a prosperous world where the barbarians are serving as slaves and the celestial dynasty is prosperous. But once you climb the top of the mountain, there are dangers everywhere."
Liu Sheng frowned and said, "What are you worried about?"
"You know I don't believe in fortune-telling. I don't care at all about push-back pictures, sesame cake songs, etc. But "Zuo Zhuan" says that if you start with this, you will end with this..."
"Are you worried that if we thrive because of the jade pendant, we will end up because of the jade pendant?"
Zhao Xin remained silent.
Liu Sheng said: "I think you are thinking too much. In fact, I understand that what you want to say is nothing more than four words, historical responsibility. To overthrow the Manchu Qing Dynasty, protect this territory, and even to 'control the chaos' you mentioned before Cycle', these responsibilities are a bit heavy, aren't they? But you have forgotten that you are not doing this alone. There are also me, Zhang Bo, the old squad leader, Dr. Hong, and even Sheng Haizhou and A Miao. We are all helping you. On."
Zhao Xindao: "When Saharian talked about dogs that day, I thought of how the Manchus spared no effort in this land, but why did they not even dare to fight when Tsarist Russia came? Seeing these two stone monuments today makes me I remember that Yongle worked hard on this land, but in the end he couldn't hold it."
"One generation brings another. You can't compare Yongle and Kangxi with unworthy descendants."
"I don't really care whether I can enter or not. If we can protect the territory under our feet, our visit will be worthwhile!"
After Ushiha and Saha finished offering incense, they couldn't stand still. When she saw Liu Sheng and Zhao Xin talking on the side, she wanted to go over and listen to what they were talking about. After taking a few steps, Saharian stretched out his hand to stop her.
"What's wrong?"
Facing his daughter's question, Saharian said with a serious face: "They are talking about something, don't go there." After saying that, he looked at the backs of the two people more than 20 steps away. Although he was very grateful to Zhao Xin for seeing him a doctor and giving him medicine, since he heard Liu Sheng say that the other party was a descendant of the former Emperor of Heaven, Saharian was in awe of Zhao Xin and no longer dared to make casual jokes.
He knew the reputation of Beihai Town. Even the imperial court's tens of thousands of troops were defeated. But the Qing Dynasty was always a powerful country, and Emperor Qianlong would send out troops to conquer again. The relationship between the Zak Sulu Department and Beihai Town is so good now. What if the government investigates? Thinking of this, Saharian was a little afraid of going to Deleng Enmu City to pay taxes.
Not to mention anything else, yesterday the other party unloaded a lot of grain, tea, needles, thread, etc. from the ship, as well as white iron pots and kettles, and distributed them to various villagers. This move made the men, women, and children in Balk Village overjoyed. They all took out various mountain products and fish products in their warehouses and gave them to each other. However, the other party only took a small part, and it was as if they were given for free.
If word of this gets out, the government will definitely come to your door. What choice will you make then?
Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng sighed for a while, feeling relieved a lot. Seeing that everyone had finished their sacrifices, he proposed to go down the mountain. After everyone went down the stone steps and returned to the river bank, Zhao Xin and others said goodbye to Saharian and his daughter.
Wu Xiha felt a little disappointed these past two days when he saw that the lively scene was no longer there. When Liu Sheng saw this, he comforted him: "Wuxiha, we will be back in a while. Maybe we will visit you again."
Wu Xiha said: "In a few days, I will go to Delengenmu City with Amma, and it will take a month to come back. I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up."
Liu Sheng smiled and said: "What's the point! Fuldan City will always open its doors to you."
After hearing this, Wu Xiha said: "It's settled? When we come back from Deleng'en Wooden City, Amma and I will bring people over to find you."
Liu Sheng said: "It's settled!"
One day later, Zhao Xin and his fleet crossed Temple Street and entered the Huntong River Estuary. When passing by the confluence of Kandan River, Wukanbei looked very disappointed. Upon seeing this, Zhao Xin asked the fleet to look northward to the Dan River and visit Wukambe's original home.
By the Kandan River, the remains of thatched cottages burned down by bandits are still there. At this time, the speed of the boat slowed down. Standing on the deck, Wukanbei looked at the surging river water and the ruins of thatched cottages on the shore, and his eyes gradually blurred with tears.
"Would you like to go ashore and take a look?" Zhao Xin asked from behind Wukanbei.
Wu Kambei shook his head, and said to Zhao Xin while crying: "My wife and two children were thrown into the river, and their bodies were not found."
"That......"
Wu Kambei wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves and said to Zhao Xin: "Sir, can you give me a bottle of wine?"
Zhao Xin didn't ask questions, turned back to the cabin, took out a bottle of liquor, and handed it to Wukanbei. Wu Kambei gratefully took the liquor, unscrewed the cap, and slowly poured the entire bottle of liquor into the river. He knelt on the deck, kowtowed three times in the direction of the thatched cottage, then stood up and gritted his teeth and said to Zhao Xin: "Sir, let's go."
At this time, the fishermen on the river looked at this strange fleet without sails in great horror. The gray and white hulls looked like monsters. These Hezhe fishermen didn't know what these boats were doing here, but driven by curiosity, they rowed over one after another. When they finally recognized Wukambe on the deck, they all screamed in surprise.
"Ukanbe!"
"Wukambe, it's been almost two years since you left! Where did you come back from? Oh my God! These boats are so big!" The fishermen looked at the four big boats in front of them and exclaimed in surprise. They put on short oars and circled around several boats, trying to find a place to board the boats.
"Wukambe! Come to my house later. Let's have a good meal. There will be plenty of fresh caviar."
"Yes! I just caught a catfish yesterday. It weighs almost a hundred kilograms!"
"I, Wu Kambei, thank you all! But I was passing by on business this time, so I came back to take a look. I have to leave soon." Wu Kambei cupped his fists and said hello to these familiar faces.
"What! Are you leaving right now?" a fisherman said in surprise, but then he remembered that the other party didn't even have a home, so what else could he do in this sad place? "Alas! Since you left, no one on this river has ever sang Imakam."
"I heard that you went to work for the imperial court. Are you getting a salary from the imperial court?"
Facing the questions from the fishermen, Wukanbei shook his head and explained: "I serve as a soldier for the Han people, and they specialize in fighting against the imperial court."
When everyone heard this, their jaws dropped in shock. This kid is so brave that he dares to go against the government!
"Look, there are a lot of people there!" Suddenly, a fisherman saw heads looking at him from the windows of the catamaran passenger boat. He shouted and turned around in fright. He rowed dozens of meters away before stopping, turning his head to observe the movements of the fleet.
"Dear neighbors, our boat is about to turn around. You all should give way and stay away, otherwise your fleet boat will capsize." Wukanbe didn't want to explain any more. He took one last look at the boat. He turned around and entered the cabin, sitting in the corner wiping tears alone.
After hearing this, all the fishermen saw Wu Kambei getting into the boat and ignoring them. They were talking and suspicious and dispersed in the boat.
When Zhao Xin saw this, he turned Liu Sheng's ship around. Under the stunned gazes of the fishermen, the four boats made a big turn on the water, turned around and headed farther and farther towards Kuye Island, and soon disappeared on the river.
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