Three days later, twenty miles outside the city of Tai'an Prefecture, at the foot of Mount Tai.
Chang Feng and Fatty Xu, who were riding horses, looked up at the towering Mount Tai. The first of the five mountains, it is well-deserved.
Changfeng came to Taishan with Yan Shenggong and Liu Daxia. Fatty Xu also came. He was going to visit his second uncle Xu Yongan at the Taishan Guard Station.
Chang Feng plans to ask Fatty Xu to introduce Xu Yongan. After all, Xu Yongan controlled the eight thousand guard army. Create a disaster, maybe he can help.
Chang Feng suddenly discovered that there were countless spacious mansions at the foot of Mount Tai.
He asked Liu Daxia next to him: "Master Liu, what are these houses?"
Liu Daxia replied: "They were all built by the Jiangnan gentry. They come to Shandong every three years to participate in the Confucius Festival."
"Every family of the noble family has produced high-ranking officials and is extremely rich. They would not go to Qufu City and crowd into inns with poor scholars."
"They bought land at the foot of Mount Tai and built houses. Before offering sacrifices to Confucius, they stayed at the foot of Mount Tai for two or three months, enjoying themselves and cultivating their character, and discussing knowledge."
Chang Feng complained in his heart. He believes that the only way to cause disaster is to set fire to it.
However, if a fire is set, not only the trees on Mount Tai will be in trouble, but the houses at the foot of the mountain will also be burned to the ground.
If a few Jiangnan nobles and scholars were burned to death, there would be no way to end it.
The Jiangnan nobles have access to the sky. These people have been studying and taking imperial examinations for generations. The old friends of his disciples spread throughout the government and the public.
One mile away is Yan Shenggong's private residence at the foot of Mount Tai.
Chang Feng and his party planned to stay in the Kong family's private residence. Climb Mount Tai in two days.
When passing a field, Kong Hongtai, who was sitting on a sliding pole, ordered: "Stop."
This land is used to grow wheat, and there is a wooden sign saying "Kong Tian" on the edge of the land. An old farmer is driving an ox to pull a plow to plow the ground in preparation for sowing after the white dew.
Kong Hongtai and Liu Daxia got off the sliding pole. Chang Feng thought Yan Shenggong wanted to inspect his own land.
Who would have thought that Kong Hongtai would take off his boots, get down to the ground, and shout to the old farmer: "You old man! I'm coming too!"
The old farmer shot back: "You bitch, you're here again!"
Chang Feng was shocked and turned pale, and asked Liu Daxia: "Master Liu, that old farmer is not afraid of the officials and his family? Dare he insult Duke Yan?"
Liu Daxia stroked his beard: "He and Yan Shenggong are old acquaintances and have known each other for many years."
Kong Hongtai went to the ground and helped the old farmer lift the triangular plow.
Kong Hongtai was in the Kong Mansion. To maintain the majesty of Yan Shenggong, he could not do whatever he wanted.
What he likes to do most is actually farming in the fields.
Every time he came back to Taishan, he would work in the fields with the old farmer and have a wild time.
Kong Hongtai plowed the land for half an hour, while Chang Feng and others squatted on the ground and watched from a distance.
Half an hour later, Kong Hongtai was exhausted and sweating profusely. With the help of the old farmer, he went to the field to rest and drink water.
Kong Hongtai did not drink the Longjing tea handed over by the servant, but unceremoniously picked up the old farmer's water jug and drank the well water "gudonggudong".
After drinking, he wiped his mouth and sighed: "Working hard and enjoying the Tao is really the greatest happiness in the world!"
The old farmer cursed: "Damn it! I'll let you work in the fields three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Let's see if you can still enjoy it!"
Not only was Kong Hongtai not angry, but he smiled and said, "You are right, old man."
The old farmer said: "You, Mr. Yanshenggong, are just a cheap person."
After these few days of contact, Chang Feng has understood Kong Hongtai's personality.
This is a good man who is aloof and arrogant when dealing with the powerful, but has no airs about the poor.
Chang Feng also heard that Kong Hongtai often reduced or reduced the rent of tenants.
Unfortunately, not every generation of the sixty generations of Confucius' descendants is as kind and generous as Kong Hongtai.
Everyone followed Kong Hongtai and stayed on the ground for a while. Then we set off and arrived at the Kong family's private residence at the foot of Mount Tai.
This private residence is not as luxurious as the Confucius Mansion, but is very simple and elegant.
It was already dusk when everyone had settled down. Chang Feng and Fatty Xu came to the Taishan Guard Station and looked for Xu Yongan.
When Xu Yongan saw his fat nephew, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth: "Fat boy, I haven't seen you in three years, and you have gained dozens of pounds of fat!"
Fatty Xu smiled and said: "Second uncle, I can carry the cauldron now! It's a pity that the capital is so big that there is no place for me to use it. Let Jin Yiwei be killed."
"No, I come to Tai'an to beg for food from you."
Xu Yong'an lightly kicked him on Fatty Xu's fat ass: "You're still doing this with your second uncle. This is our own land, can we lack your food?"
"When you come, be a soldier for me!"
Turning his head, Xu Yongan looked at Chang Feng again: "Are you the Chang Feng that Fatty always mentions in his letters?"
Chang Feng cupped his hands and said, "I have met Commander Xu."
Xu Yongan smiled and said: "Don't see anyone else, just call me Uncle Xu."
Chang Feng observes that Xu Yongan is a forthright man, worthy of being the queen of Xu Da.
Fatty Xu rubbed his hands: "Second uncle, that, that."
Xu Yongan asked: "Which one?"
Fatty Xu said, "Are you going to treat us to drinks tonight?"
Xu Yongan said: "This is natural."
Fatty Xu followed suit: "It's so boring for three grown men to drink together! Do we have to have a woman drink with us?"
"I heard that Aunt Taishan is very famous!"
Xu Yongan laughed: "You kid really can imagine. Let your second uncle lead you out for prostitution?"
Fatty Xu said: "Second uncle, don't speak so harshly. How can we, serious people, not check the customs wherever we go?"
"I heard that the biggest custom at the foot of Mount Tai is to drink wine and let Mount Tai's lady accompany you!"
Xu Yongan said: "Come on! Women are not allowed in the military camp. I will take you two brothers to a good place."
Chang Feng secretly smiled in his heart: Just like any nephew, there is also an uncle. It seems that Commander Xu is also an expert in flowers.
This is fine, I have a woman to keep me company, I can give Commander Xu a few more glasses of wine, and I can make some insinuations about the fire.
Xu Yongan led Chang Feng and Fatty Xu out of the barracks and rode to an ancient temple called "Shan Yuan Temple". This is the place to find Aunt Taishan.
Aunt Taishan has a certain origin.
Mount Tai is the first of the five mountains. There is an endless stream of dignitaries coming to climb Mount Tai.
Wherever there are people, there is demand. In addition to food, clothing, housing and transportation, the powerful also need women.
Wherever there are people, there will be strife. Various temples began to have conflicts of interest. In order to get the powerful to stay and make donations, they all resorted to strange tricks.
Some temples gradually began to hire Shandong chefs to slaughter sheep and chickens and provide meat dishes and wine banquets for pilgrims.
I don't know which year or month a certain nunnery started to let young bald nuns grow three thousand worry threads in order to attract pilgrims.
Later, the clothes of these young nuns changed from coarse linen clothes to fine kudzu skirts.
In addition to studying Buddhism on weekdays, they gradually began to study music and 18-way dance.
This kind of young nun is called "Taishan's aunt".
They are no longer nuns, but prostitutes wearing Buddhist robes. It is equivalent to Ming Dynasty uniform COSPLAY.
Among the four major schools of flower industry in Ming Dynasty, Taishan Guzi is the one who uniforms the cosplay ceiling.
The ancients...were really good at playing, just as good as today's people.
