A phoenix emerges from the Phoenix Mountain. When it comes to such auspiciousness, for thousands of years, not only emperors and generals have been yearning for it, but ordinary people have also admired it.
Regimes have changed, but the only thing that remains unchanged is that emperors of all dynasties have sent Si Tianjian and officials from the Ministry of Industry to come here to survey the territory, examine the geography, and count the birds and animals within a hundred miles, just to find out the clues of the phoenix.
The Qinling Mountains stretch hundreds of thousands of miles, and then cross the river to the Zhongtiao Mountains, which are more than ten thousand miles away. Thousands of rare and rare animals have been recorded in the records, but not a single white pheasant has been found, let alone a mythical beast such as the Phoenix.
But the only thing that can make people think about it and connect it with auspicious beasts is the many hot springs on Phoenix Mountain.
Phoenix Mountain is said to stretch for nearly a hundred miles if it is bigger. There are countless peaks and ridges, big and small. There are only four or five mountain tops. Spring springs are scattered all over it. There are thirty-six of them with titles in the records. The literati of all dynasties have come here. He left a lot of footprints and left behind many masterpieces that have been passed down to this day.
It's just that this small village called Zhuzhi Village does not have such blessings. There is only one extremely small spring in the village. There are more than 30 households in the village, and they have no hope of relying on mountains and water. How much benefit can this spring that cannot enter the map bring them.
It's just that hot springs have been nourishing people since ancient times. Even though the springs are small, the water flows continuously and gurgling out, and the temperature is suitable all year round. Since records began, all the people in the villages built around the hot springs have lived longer.
Ye San didn't know where else to go. Anyway, in this small village where he had interacted, the old village owner said that even centenarians had experienced it.
Mentioning the grand title of "Zhuzhai Village", in the middle of the night, many interesting things happened when they first met.
A group of old, weak, sick and disabled people
Not to mention "hijacking", the interchange of places between the robber and the robbed is also hilarious. What’s more, in the middle of the night, they dragged the old village leader, Wang Dasha, and a half-grown boy who was so frightened that he wet his pants to report to the official. The little brat named Ergou beat the thief with a slingshot and caught him by himself. When the old village leader was the leader, the others were running away paralyzed. Only Wang Dasha and this boy were the two who risked their lives to save their village leader.
One is a long-range attack and the other is a close-range attack. The division of labor is clear, but Tei is not up to par. Ergou's extremely accurate pebbles landed on Wang Dasha in the middle of the night.
After that, Ye San Geng wanted to arrest people and take them to the government. In fact, it was mostly a matter of intimidation. He already knew that it was not easy for this group of people, because two sisters in the family were practicing Buddhism. Ye San Geng, who had been influenced by what he heard and saw and had a compassionate heart, would not really do this.
It's just that this group of people have never encountered such a scene. They have never seen an official official in their entire life. Some of their dealings with the government were just an occasional household registration, and they were all frightened at that moment. Crying bitterly, the old village leader took the brunt of all the responsibilities for taking care of the people in his village. Wang Dasha also insisted on following him, saying that he couldn't let the elderly take the responsibility, and there was that Ergou, even if he peed his pants. He has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and looks like the boss of Grandfather Tian is the boss of others.
Later on the road, Ye San Geng chatted with these three people, old, middle and young. Apart from Er Gou, who had a generous and self-righteous attitude, and the old village leader who was very wary of Ye San Geng, there was only Wang Da, who was honest and honest without any ill will. Silly, he knows everything and talks about everything. On the way to Phoenix City, he gave a clear explanation of the entire village.
Mentioning the name of this Zhuzhi village, Ye San was a little surprised. Throughout the ages, only emperors who stopped during their travels were called Zhuzhi. It was a small village that only appeared on the map and had no known name. It was even mentioned in the official county annals. It's just a passing mention. Having such a name really makes people think a lot, and they will naturally associate it with some emperors.
Regarding the garrison village, the old garrison owner started chatting, saying that an emperor really rested here a long time ago and soaked in hot springs. There were traces of the garrison behind the village.
I have no doubt about this in the middle of the night. After all, the land of China has thousands of years of history and countless big and small countries. It is not impossible for any emperor to stay here.
On the contrary, the real Wang Dasha told the third watch of the night very frankly that their place used to be called Zhubi Village, but it was only after the emperor came that it was renamed Zhuqie Village.
In the middle of the night, I had to wonder whether the rumor about the emperor resting and soaking in hot springs was just a gimmick like the white pheasant transforming into a phoenix, just to satisfy the unnecessary vanity deep in his heart.
Later, they also knew the purpose of this group of people. Out of good intentions, they sent them to Qi Moyan Zhuangzi in the middle of the night. This person could be regarded as their parent official after all.
Although it is in name only, it is better to be in charge of the county magistrate than to be in charge. I want to help them, but I can't stay here every day, so it is better to leave it to Qi Moyan more directly.
After understanding the ins and outs, Qi Moyan naturally wanted to help. He even stayed for a few more days at night, called the national master to pray for rain, and also withdrew some silver from the bank to help the village turn around, which was also thoughtful.
Not long afterward, the Third Young Master declined the old village master's repeated invitations and left without saying goodbye until now.
...The group of people walked along the mountain road for a short distance. There was water gurgling down the mountain. After wading through the water, they saw a small village with dozens of houses gathered not far away.
At the gate of the village, an old man with a gray beard stroking his beard and leaning on a cane walked back and forth, looking at the mountain road from time to time.
Waiting for the group of people to appear at the mountain road in the middle of the night, the old man greeted him from a distance.
"Is this the third young master here?" He took three steps and two steps at a time, and the branch that was broken off from who knows which tree was already smooth and round at one end, and the other end was leaning on the ground, rushing to meet him.
When he saw the person coming clearly, there was no need for Wang Dasha to shout. The old man waiting alone at the gate of the village was already full of excitement, and there were even some tears in his old yellow eyes.
"Third Young Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?" When a person reaches old age, seeing old friends again and meeting each other with heart and soul is naturally better than countless things in the world.
On the third day of the night, he walked a few steps closer and met the energetic old man. He greeted him and said, "I haven't seen the old village master for several years, and his body has become stronger and stronger."
"Thanks to Third Young Master, everything is fine." The old man on a crutch, who should be the leader of the old village, was full of energy, his laughter was hearty, and his eyes were full of joy and joy.
"The Third Young Master is out of sight, isn't he? He hasn't come here to visit in the past five or six years. If Lord Qi hadn't informed him, he would have missed it again." The old village leader couldn't help but feel a little reproachful in his tone.
Ye San Geng said politely: "Old village master, don't be surprised. This incident happened suddenly. I really didn't want to come and bother you." As he was talking, another young man ran out of the village. He was short and afraid. Although he is not as tall as Ye Xiayou, he is very fast. He shouted from a distance,
"Third Young Master came all the way to our place and didn't even come in to sit down. Do you think he dislikes us?" As he spoke, the man came closer.
In the middle of the night, he lightly punched the short boy on the shoulder and cursed with a smile: "I hate you, a skinny bitch. You have a big butt and no skills, so you can only show your strength. Who stole the wine in the first place, and then acted like a drunkard after drinking it?" Come on, I'm so ashamed for you, it's embarrassing."
"No shame, no shame." The young man laughed. This short boy, who was said to have been picked up by people in the village a long time ago, grew up eating Baijia's food. He was named Ergou by the old village owner.
My son and daughter-in-law lost their lives in vain due to natural and man-made disasters that they could not avoid in their early years, leaving their little granddaughter alone and alone. She even regarded this eccentric young man as her own. If there were no other reasons, I am afraid that he would have to consider him. The bride-in-law came into her own home.
It is said that a bad name makes a living, but these two dogs are really very honest. They have not been an honest person since they were young. They go down the river to catch fish and go up to the mountains to hunt birds, which is inferior to the adults in the village.
Ergou, who has an active nature and can't sit still for a moment, didn't take it seriously at the midnight sarcasm. He waved his hand and said,
"The teacher in our village once said that wine is a powerful medicine in heaven. You should be free when you are drunk. If you don't fall into confusion, you will be beaten to death with a stick." I don't know where I found the limerick. I heard it in the middle of the night. He laughed out loud, and Ye Xiayou beside him couldn't help laughing.
The old village leader knocked Ergou on the leg with his crutch and cursed: "Go, go, don't be embarrassed here, go back quickly and tell Ernizi to boil water and make a pot of good tea bought from the city, but We cannot neglect Third Young Master."
"No hurry, no rush." Midnight interrupted,
"This time I bring you a powerful person who makes tea. She can also make tea with leaves." Hearing his brother mentioning himself, Ye Xiayou slowly stepped forward, gave Yingying a blessing, and said softly: "My little girl Ye Xia recently met the old village master."
"Ouch, I can't bear such a big gift. I can't bear it. I can't bear it." The old village leader stepped forward and supported Ye Xie.
"This girl, I really didn't expect that the third young master has such a handsome sister." Ye Xiayou's face turned slightly red after being praised in this way. She was polite and polite, and she supported the old village master politely. She was also happy from the bottom of her heart. Happy, happy way,
"You are so handsome, but you are just a blind girl." The old village leader smiled happily.
"The blind girl is more handsome than the girls I have seen in my life." Ergou said without hesitation, hehe hehe echoed: "That's right, she is much prettier than the women in our village. I will also look for someone like the second lady in the future. Mother-in-law." Naturally, she provoked the old village master to give her a few merciless sticks, which made Ye Xiayou cover her mouth and chuckle, and she felt much more relaxed physically and mentally.
It seems that this little-known little village has a different magic power, making people feel much lighter all of a sudden.
Unconsciously, I thought that I would be satisfied if I could put down all the worldly chores and just stay here, listening to the rustling of the wind and the rolling clouds.
Hearing his brother laugh so happily, there were also the quarrels and quarrels of the parents next to him, some laughter, and of course the doting scoldings of the old man.
The mood at this time and the weather really make people happy and reluctant to leave.
