the next day.
Wu Ju, with the cloth strip still wrapped around his arm, came to the place where he usually taught lessons to the two young masters of the Xiang family with a feeling of dying.
Zishu had been waiting here early, and when he saw Wu Ju, who was usually at odds with him, and who sprayed tea all over his face yesterday, for some reason, he didn't feel bored, but felt a sense of sympathy for him.
"Brother Wu, I never thought that Zi Shu would die with you one day."
"Zi Shu..."
The two looked at each other speechlessly, their expressions filled with sadness.
Xiang Yu and Xiang An also came over soon. They taught for a while in fear, but found...
They seem to be taking it seriously?
Although it is not the kind of study that is full of concentration, in general, at least it is not like sleeping.
Xiang An looked at the surprised and frightened expressions of the two gentlemen, smiled bitterly and scratched his head: "Gentlemen, you are not so afraid of us brothers."
"Although our apology yesterday had some other small thoughts, the apology is indeed our attitude."
Xiang Yu put his hands on his knees: "At the very least, we should not be virtuous people. This is what our uncle expects from us."
"Of course, it would be better if what the two gentlemen said could be more interesting."
Xiang Liang stood outside the room, stroking his beard with a satisfied smile on his face.
Finally, I can handle my own affairs with peace of mind.
It's just that it's not enough for the two of them to just learn knowledge. Later, I have to find the fourth child and teach them the art of war.
The descendants of Chu will surely destroy Qin. Even if they cannot do so now, future generations will definitely do so!
No matter what, the art of war must be passed down, and these two boys are so powerful, they may be able to try it in their lifetime...
No, I still don’t want to go that far.
take it easy.
...
May.
North of Pei and east of Huai River.
This place is called Pangshan.
Life in Zijia Village at the foot of Pangshan Mountain must have been a bit tight recently.
For some reason, after this year's spring plowing, the seeds buried in the ground have not sprouted yet. In the past month or two, only a few wilted buds have just emerged.
"What should we do..." Li Zheng from Zijia Village wiped the sweat from his head, with an expression on his old face that was so anxious that he was about to cry.
Since the beginning of spring, the entire Zijia Village has been busy with spring plowing, waiting for such a result, which makes him not anxious.
What was anxious was not only the tax revenue of the Qin Dynasty, but also the people's stomachs most importantly.
If these grains do not continue to grow, what will Zijia Village do this year?
He was holding soil and sitting on the ridge of the field, with his mouth wide open and his expression sad.
I have tried every method, but the food in this field just doesn't grow.
His hands drooped down weakly, and soil flowed from his fingertips like water.
"...Tiger, what should I do..."
He turned to look at Pang Shan.
The Pangshan Mountain seemed to have bald spots, and was green and earthy. Except for the big evergreen tree, the other trees had not sprouted since the beginning of spring. Even the tops of the evergreen trees were already somewhat red. Withered and yellow.
"...Tiger!" Lao Lizheng suddenly realized something and stood up abruptly.
"Something must have happened to Tiger! Why haven't I realized it all these days?"
He climbed onto the field ridge and trotted all the way back to his house with his hunched body, rummaging through his letters.
"You have to contact Li Zheng of several surrounding villages. People from Pangshan are not allowed to enter. Only those holding tiger slips can go up the mountain to offer incense."
After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a long time, he finally found the tiger king slip in a slip. The tiger king slip was engraved with a tiger descending from the mountain. It was slightly worn and the color was dull, but Lao Li was holding the old wooden slip in his hand. In my hand, I feel calm in my heart.
"It stands to reason that the time to go up the mountain to offer incense to the tiger is June, but now, we have to meet the tiger in advance..."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Zi Li was holding the tiger king slip, sitting on the ground, clasping his hands and closing his eyes.
"Tiger... I'm offended..."
...
Zi Lizheng didn't waste any time and immediately called two peasants to follow him to the neighboring village.
There are three villages at the foot of Pangshan Mountain. One is Wujia Village, which faces south and is farthest from Huai River. The other is Yangjia Village, which is located on the west side of Pangshan Mountain and has the largest village area. The third one is Zijia Village, which is the richest village in the north of Pangshan Mountain. Home Village, three villages on three sides of Pangshan Mountain, usually have a lot of exchanges. Although there have been conflicts and frictions, they are all the people of Pangshan Mountain, and the relationship between them is barely harmonious.
Zi Lizheng first went to Yangjia Village and met Yang Yi, Li Zheng of Yangjia Village.
Yang Yicheng was still young when he became the Yang family's chief. He was now in his second year and was only in his thirties. When he saw Zi's family chief coming, he welcomed him in with an anxious look on his face.
"How is Zijia Village today?" Yang Yi looked at Lao Lizheng of the Zijia family, and his whole body revealed an overflowing sense of anxiety.
"Not so good, Yang Yi. I see you are so anxious. It seems that the Yang family is also..."
Yang Yi's face was full of sorrow and he slapped his thigh: "Isn't it true? I don't know what's wrong with this land. The food I planted doesn't grow in a day. To tell you the truth, before you came, I was still looking at the field."
"What's the use of seeing it..." Zijia Village's official name was Zibo. He was already fifty this year. Like Yang Yi, he was born in the local Li Zheng. He sighed, "I am exactly I came to you because of this."
"What's wrong? Do you have a way to break the situation?" Yang Yi looked at Zi Bo with hopeful eyes.
"The strategy to break the situation is not with me, but with the tiger king." Zi Bo fumbled in his arms and took out his tiger king slip.
"You mean the Tiger Wine Festival...?" Yang Yi showed a little hesitation on his face, "But it's only May, isn't this against the rules..."
"Now there is no other way but to pray to the tiger, right?" Uncle Zi rubbed the tiger king's slip with his rough fingertips, his face full of sorrow, "If there is really no other way, I don't want to pray to the tiger."
"The tiger only protects the life and death of the village, not the people's livelihood. This saying has been passed down in our three villages for hundreds of years. Can I not know?"
"But... now, even the tiger himself has some problems."
"Yes! Mr. Zi, you can't say this nonsense!" Yang Yi frowned, a little anxious.
"Look up at Pangshan, boy from the Yang family." Uncle Zi didn't say anything, but walked to Yang Yi's side and patted Yang Yi on the shoulder, "We can't say bad things about gods, but the truth about gods is , what can’t be said?”
"We have to go see it anyway, don't we?"
After hearing Zibo's words, Yang Yi subconsciously raised his head and looked at Pangshan, but he froze on the spot.
...Pangshan, is he so ugly?
