The bottom of the tank is not black pottery, but a foldable piece of wood.
One hand stretched out and folded the wood piece. The person looked up at the person outside the tank and signaled to retreat. Then he threw a hook and hung it on the edge of the tank. The person grabbed the rope and climbed to the mouth of the tank, looking at it in fear. He looked at Gu Zhengchen and others, and then pulled them out of the tank.
Looking at the people in front of them, Lin Sixi, Zhang Pei, Zhao Hailou and others couldn't help but be surprised.
This man was only four feet tall, with gray hair tied into a ball, and a pale complexion. There were scars on his face, like earthworms clinging to his face. From the waist down, he only had short thighs, and all below the thighs were gone.
"Wang Qianhu, Zhao Qianhu, and brothers are also tired. We will skin and clean the prey we caught, and see if we can find a pot to make some porridge and rice."
Gu Zhengchen did not rush to ask, but looked at Wang Liang and Zhao Hailou to give instructions.
Wang Liang and Zhao Hailou saw that Gu Zhengchen was so calm, so they nodded and ordered the men to prepare.
Beside the ancient well.
The sergeant built a temporary earthen stove, found a still intact pot, cleaned it and started to light a fire.
Zhang Pei tied up the wooden bracket, put down his backpack, and took out two one-foot-long iron bars from it. The iron bars were passed through the treated hares and pheasants, and the two ends were inserted into the wooden branches to make them longer, and then placed on the bracket. , to Gu Zhengchen: "Master, I have done everything you asked."
Gu Zhengchen sat down and rummaged through his backpack.
Zhao Hailou looked at the backpack and asked, "Mr. Gu, this package is very different from ordinary ones. The things inside must be extraordinary, right?"
Gu Zhengchen grinned and took out bottles and jars: "It's extraordinary. There are salt, pepper noodles, star anise noodles, dogwood noodles, and some soy sauce. Can you eat spicy food..."
"ah?"
Zhao Hailou, Wang Liang and others looked a little dull, and Lin Sishi also stared wide-eyed.
Zhang Pei and Yao Zhen lowered their heads helplessly. It was embarrassing. They tried to persuade the county magistrate not to bring these things with him, but they still did.
"Mr. Gu brings these things just for food?"
Wang Liang swallowed and asked uncertainly.
Gu Zhengchen nodded: "Yes, you don't know. I have never eaten hare, pheasant, wild deer, or wild tiger. This is what we could eat in the Ming Dynasty. How could we miss this opportunity..."
Zhao Hailou smiled unnaturally: "Well, the imperial court has never banned wild game..."
Gu Zhengchen did not explain, but looked at the embarrassed leg-broken man beside him. While grilling game, he asked: "Well, what's your name and where do you live?"
"Clause Ronghe Zhuangren's family, Yangcanggu,"
The man nodded and answered.
"Yangcanggu, I seem to have heard this name before." Lin Sishi frowned, thinking about it, suddenly thought of something, and shouted: "Are you Yang Xiangshi from the Qingzhen Temple?"
"Halalism?"
Gu Zhengchen stared at Lin Sishi: "Do you know this person?"
Lin Sishi quickly said: "Sir, although the common people have never seen this person, they have heard of his name. He was a famous fortune teller before the founding of the country. His divination is very accurate. There are people looking for his fortune within more than ten miles of Hezhuang."
Gu Zhengchen looked at Yang Gugang: "Is this really true?"
Yang Ganggang lamented and nodded heavily: "Yes, I am Yang Xiangshi."
Gu Zhengchen stared at Yang Grang sharply and asked, "If you don't stay at the mosque, why are you like this, living in an ancient temple pretending to be a ghost?"
Yang Ganggang shook his head, looked at the people around him, and gritted his teeth: "If you can be a human, who would want to be a ghost. But you, aren't you the ones who captured me?"
"Catch you?"
Gu Zhengchen was a little strange.
Yang Ganggang looked at Yang Pei and Yao Zhen, and then moved his eyes to Zhao Hailou and Wang Liang: "They are two masters with swords. As for these two, they are proficient in bow and horse. The others are also good. It seems He is a master of hundreds of battles.”
Gu Zhengchen looked at Yang Gugang and remained silent.
Yang Ganggang pointed at Lin Sishi and looked at Gu Zhengchen: "He is a hunter, so that's not necessary, and you are the leader of this team. He calls you Grandpa. Could it be that you are Wu Youyuan, the magistrate of Jurong County? No, Wu Youyuan is over forty years old. Who are you?"
Gu Zhengchen marveled at Yang Gugang's judgment. When this man was talking about things, he was not looking for a way out, but analyzing each person's identity.
"I am Gu Zhengchen, the new county magistrate of Jurong."
Gu Zhengchen calmly.
Yang Ganggang put his hands on the ground and took two steps back: "The new county magistrate?"
"You still don't know why you ended up in Chubu and why you thought we were arresting you?"
Gu Zhengchen took out dogwood noodles and sprinkled them on the barbecued rabbit. He secretly regretted that there were no chili peppers at this time in the Ming Dynasty. When eating spicy food, he usually ate dogwood, the same dogwood he wore on the Double Ninth Festival.
Yang Ganggang hesitated for a moment and asked, "How do you know that I am hiding in this Zen room, so you are not afraid that I am a ghost?"
Gu Zhengchen glanced at Yang Guanggang and said with a smile: "If it is really a ghost, just jump down the mountain and float down. How can you be so bored that you can walk with your hands on your hands and deliberately write the word "ghost" outside the mountain gate? All of this It’s clear that someone is causing trouble.”
"I found you hiding in the backyard of the meditation room because of this ancient well. This temple has been abandoned for many years. There is a layer of dust on the handle of the wheel. There cannot be any dust underneath. It is obvious that someone covered it with a layer of dust but forgot about the bottom. In addition, there is a ginkgo leaf in this ancient well. There are no ginkgo trees on the mountain, and it is unlikely that the mountain wind will blow the ginkgo leaf from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain and then fall into the well water."
"There is also this ancient well rope. If no one has used it for many years, I am afraid it will break with one pull, right? Obviously, someone uses the ancient well to get water. They searched and found that there is only water from this well in the entire temple. Human beings cannot help drinking. Water, and the most convenient place to get water is the Zen room here. As for the backyard, there is no trace of you, no fingerprints left, I guess it is because you have carefully cleaned it, I am correct, right?"
Yang Ganggang looked at Gu Zhengchen in surprise and shook his head bitterly: "It's true that he was so clever that he was mistaken for his cleverness."
Gu Zhengchen sprinkled the roasted rabbit with salt, cut it with a knife, and brought it to Yang Ganggang: "How about eating it while you're at it?"
Yang Ganggang looked at the fragrant meat in front of him and almost shed tears. Just as he was about to eat it, he looked at Gu Zhengchen warily with suspicion in his eyes. When Gu Zhengchen saw this, he didn't reveal it. He picked up a dagger and inserted a piece of meat into his eyes. He smiled. Hehehe: "I don't know if my skills are rusty, I'll try it first."
Yang Ganggang felt a little ashamed. After taking two bites, his men moved faster and faster, making Zhao Hailou, Wang Liang and others swallow their saliva.
"I am a Taoist priest of Qingzhen Temple and a fortune teller. You are the magistrate of the county. You should know that the imperial court prohibits divination, right?"
Yang Ganggang wiped his mouth and said.
Gu Zhengchen nodded slightly.
Don't look at the fact that before Lao Zhu's rebellion, he stayed in a ruined temple and asked Zhou Dexing for divination. The result was that "it is unlucky to escape from divination, and it's okay to make do with it", thus embarking on the road to rebellion.
Later, when Lao Zhu was still a general, he asked the fortune teller Liu Rixin to recommend his life. Liu Rixin predicted that Lao Zhu would be "extremely rich and extremely noble." Lao Zhu complained that Liu Rixin did not tell him what kind of official he could be in the future. Liu Rixin was helpless. There is a saying that "the extremely rich are rich in the world, and the extremely noble are the sons of the most noble".
Believe it or not, Lao Zhu believes that divination is not good, but after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Lao Zhu was somewhat wary of divination. He thought that these people were talking about bad luck and good fortune. In addition, during the founding of the People's Republic of China, the talent of fortune-tellers may have withered, and there were too many people eating and drinking, and their business was Even the common people couldn't stand it if their abilities were not up to par, so they made up a group of ballad fortune tellers:
With your eyes open, you can tell blindly, with your eyes closed, you can tell blindly... "Hundred Middle School": Pillow, hexagram box in hand, flowers will make do with everything.
So, not long after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Lao Zhu made a decree:
Divination is prohibited.
This decree was not canceled until the 26th year of Hongwu.
If Lao Zhu does not lift this ban, Zhu Laosi probably will not have the chance to rebel.
After all, on the eve of Zhu Yunwen's order to arrest Zhu Laosi, the key figure Zhang Xin believed in fortune tellers and told Zhang Xin that "the king's energy is in Yan", and Zhu Laosi also relied on a group of fortune tellers to build momentum among the people... …
If you, Lao Zhu, had not lifted the ban on divination, why would so many things have happened?
Zhu Wen in history had every reason to shout: Grandpa, you cheated me...
Yangganggang was a fortune teller, and the imperial court no longer allowed fortune telling. However, he had a reputation among the people, and many people came to him from all walks of life. The prices he offered were sufficient. After many visits, Yangganggang was secretly "open for business" again.
As a result, before the money was earned, someone reported him first.
In order to survive, Yang Ganggang ran to take refuge in Wucheng Mountain.
Gu Zhengchen looked at Yang Guanggang, frowned and asked, "You don't need to be so cruel to yourself to take refuge, just cut off your legs, right?"
Yang Ganggang was in agony and gritted his teeth: "I didn't cut off these legs by myself, but Guo Jie cut them off!"
"Guo Jie?"
Gu Zhengchen suddenly stood up and asked majestically: "Is your Guo Jie the Guo Jie of Hezhuang?"
Yang Gugang nodded heavily: "That's right!"
Gu Zhengchen was a little shocked. He didn't expect that Guo Jie still had such a case record, and asked: "Why?"
Yang Canggu pointed to the northeast: "About four years ago, I was discovered by Guo Jie and others. At first, Guo Jie and others did not hurt me, but took me to the deep mountains and forced me to dig limestone mines. Once the mine collapsed, I was pressed under the rocks, and when Guo Jie saw that my legs were seriously injured and could no longer work, he chopped off my legs with an axe!"
Gu Zhengchen clenched his fist. Is it really mining?
Limestone mines, aren't they just for lime?
Although lime was classified as a medicinal material in ancient times and was the main ingredient in making golden sore medicine. It was also used during plagues, but how much profit can be made from this thing?
You can't put too much lime in the drug store, right?
Furthermore, how many pharmacies are there in the entire Jurong, even in the entire Yingfu, and how much lime can be purchased?
Although there are people who whitewash the walls, they are not many in number after all. The majority of people have no food and clothing. They live in thatched houses and have no need for this thing. If they are sold exclusively to rich households, they will not make much money, right?
What's more, lime is not only available in Jurong. The market is not big enough and the profits are not deep enough. Why are these people working hard to dig limestone mines?
All kinds of questions are puzzling.
