When Yue Guanchao was still standing on the mountain, he could already see the whole picture of the ancient fortress. It must be said that the ancients had great wisdom.
This ancient building is similar to the Hakka earth buildings in Lingnan. The high loess walls are rippled by wind and dust. They stand in the town in the cold wind. It can be seen that the 20-meter-high fortress wall is firmly built with bricks and rough wood, with yellow mud and rammed earth. Fixed, higher than some three or four-story hotels in Fengtian.
The rammed earth wall five meters above the ground has holes for windows everywhere, and there are old-fashioned eaves inlaid in the window openings. From a distance, there are countless archways and lanterns built in staggered layers, as if there are hundreds of swallow-tailed black eaves squatting on the outer wall. , it can be seen that the hanging corridors are arranged like snakes, and are wide enough for people to move goods and circulate back and forth.
The difference between the fortress and the Hakka earth buildings is that the fortress has doors on all sides. The arched hole like a city gate has already opened the rotten wooden door. It can be seen that the people are cheering and filing in. Some old men are carrying their own girls and even have their shoes squeezed off. Waiting to walk.
The carriages, horses, and people all came together and roared loudly. Even if you were not interested in the festival, you still had to wonder what was going on.
"Let's stop joining in the fun below and go play on the tower. I think the third floor has the clearest view."
Several people lost their carriages and hid their spears and knives. They climbed onto the plank corridor from outside the fortress and climbed the stairs to the third floor. They passed by countless shops and it was obvious that businessmen were busy. There were even sheepherders walking their sheep along the plank road. , bleating and trilling, making people smell like sheep.
They came to the third floor and came to a teahouse!
Most of the tables and chairs here are made of wood, and hot samovar cakes are available all day long. Hot soup bubbles from the teapot, and even the cooled samovar cakes have a scalding temperature.
They exited the shop from the inner wall door. It can be seen that there is a distance of seven or eight meters from the entrance to the railing. It is like a large terrace from bottom to top, with all four or five floors of shops supported. It creaks when walking but is very sturdy. There were pedestrians going up and down the stairs, and there were many pedestrians gathered in Wuyangyang, which showed that three religions and nine streams were passing through.
Some people wear short coats and long trousers with muddy shoelaces. At first glance, they look like men and women in the fields. Some people wear suits and leather shoes and carry cameras and phonographs. They are obviously Chinese and foreign reporters who have come to participate in the Anyuan Immortal Festival. Some people wear long gowns and black hats. , and wearing glasses.
Yue Guanchao dislikes people like this the most. I heard that they are Manchurian special agents who specialize in spying on people's sentiments for Japanese people. Meeting them is bound to do nothing good.
"Look there, there seems to be a telegraph station. I want to send something to Fengtian~"
When Song Siyuan looked around, she saw someone sending a telegraph diagonally across the street, and quickly led Yue Guanchao through countless shops to the telegraph office.
"Girl, what do you want to send me?"
The shopkeeper in the telegraph office seemed a bit honest and honest, but his eyes were not friendly and he always looked at her face. Yue Guanchao rolled up his sleeves a little, revealing his knuckled muscles, and he behaved himself.
"I want to send it to Fengtian~"
"Fengtian?"
When the man heard that it was going to Fengtian, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "That's really unlucky. The Fengtian line is under maintenance. I'm afraid it won't work today. If you have something urgent, you have to go back quickly."
"That's not necessary. I came to see Anyuan to worship the immortals. I just wanted to report to Fengtian that I was safe. It doesn't matter if I send you a message or not. With so many people here, nothing will happen."
After saying that, Song Siyuan pulled Yue Guanchao away. When she turned around, the smile on her face disappeared instantly. When she returned to the teahouse, she said: "It seems that Yuping Town has a big problem. I haven't said what to do. This shopkeeper He just lied to us and said that the Fengtian line was under maintenance, which shows that today’s incident cannot go out of Yuping Town."
"Don't think too much, maybe it's really a line maintenance?" Yue Guanchao didn't believe that Yuping Town was so bold that he even dared to block the telegraph route.
Song Siyuan lowered her voice and whispered in his ear: "We watched the establishment of the Fengtian Telegraph General Administration. It is a transfer station for the whole country. Even international telegrams can be sent. The telegraph lines sent to Fengtian have backup lines. It is simply impossible to repair all the lines. I think they deliberately concealed the Anyuan Festival to avoid problems."
"Anyway, we are not at peace today. I want to see what this Anyuan Immortal Festival is."
As soon as Song Siyuan finished speaking, the roar of the horns sounded again. When they came to the railing from the tea shop, the source of the roar of the horns was already clear.
Not far from the main street of Zhenguan, you can see a parade float slowly moving towards the fortress, crawling like a snail, gradually approaching the fortress surrounded by crowds.
Since ancient times, floats have been used to parade during ceremonies to worship immortals. This probably evolved from the parade of Buddha statues from the Bon Buddhist Society. The bases of these floats are wide, wider than horse-drawn carriages side by side. The bodies of the floats have long been decorated with colorful silk and satin flowers. On the floats A futon-shaped seat was built on the float, and a paper statue sat firmly on it, trembling slightly as the float jolted.
If you look closely, you will see that the statue is about the same size as the Buddha statue in the temple. It is made of pliable bamboo strips. This raccoon fairy wears a golden coat, gray trousers, and a golden cloak. It holds a brocade bag and Ruyi in its hands. It is covered in black all the time. An evil black cat whose only eyes are human eyes.
This statue is naturally Mr. Lilang!
If you look closely, you can still see that the top of his head is wrapped in a bun made of black cloth, and his Chinese-character face is wrinkled. He doesn’t look ugly but not good-looking either. He looks like a mannequin with distorted proportions, sitting cross-legged on the podium, deliberately No eyes were opened, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, but the brows were slightly frowned, as if he was angry but also like a fake smile, like a blind man, staring at the empty world in front of him.
