Yue Guanchao thought for a moment. Although it was indeed a long way to go and he could avoid inspections in the counties along the way, it was not a waste of effort. He remembered that he judged a gentleman with a villain's heart, and apologized: "That's good, thank you Tang. The old man can take care of things for us."
"Okay, okay, our horses can travel more than forty miles a day at most. We can barely complete the Ziwu Road in one day and one night. We have to get on the road quickly. After passing the southern end of Ziwu Road and arriving at Yangquanyi, we can let the carriage rest for a day. This way It’s safe and worry-free.”
After Tang Baoguan finished talking about the general situation of the Qinling Mountains, Yue Guanchao already knew how to go. He rolled up the map and took a few people into the carriage. When they left the Taiyi Valley official road and entered the Ziwu Ancient Road, the plank road with hundreds of years of history was revealed. In front of everyone.
The ancient roads in the Qinling Mountains range from hundreds of years to thousands of years. Ziwu Road has existed since the Qin and Han Dynasties, and was built almost immediately after Baoxie Chencang Road. However, most goods in Sichuan and Sichuan circulate through Baoxie Road and Chencang Road. It is less likely to be transported via Meridian Road.
Just because it has other uses in history - whenever the southern regime attacks the north, or when the northern regime sends troops to the south, it must take the Ziwu Road to cross the border. There is no cargo here, but it is an actual ancient military route. Like the Yinping Ancient Road, in the end It is advisable to attack with troops.
It can be said that this ancient Qinling Road has passed countless princes and generals from ancient times to the present. Precisely because it is more important than military affairs and quite important, it is often destroyed by a certain court and then repaired by later dynasties. Thousands of years have passed. Countless traces have been left behind, and the latest renovation can be traced back to at least the end of the Zhu Dynasty.
Yue Guanchao looked at the past. Although Ziwu Road is a plank road, it is not all driven by piles and beams hanging outside the cliff. There are also some plank roads that are directly recessed into the stone wall, shaped like caves crossing the mountain peaks, and some are shaped like water bridges supporting the river. The bridge piers are washed by rivers and streams and stretch endlessly among the precipitous mountains and rivers, seemingly never ending.
Song Siyuan disliked the fact that it was too stuffy inside, so she opened the sedan curtain and sat on the front pedal of the car, looking around curiously. As Uncle Tang said, there were very few people here. They had been crossing the horse for so long, and yet there were still no people around. There were only people near the plank road. The beacon tower lacks bricks and tiles and stands alone on the mountain peak. It makes people nostalgic for the past and sighs for the present.
She held up a map of the Qinling Mountains and said: "In ancient times, military plank roads were different from freight plank roads. Freight plank roads mostly had post stations for supplies. Military plank roads were the most important when passing through the border. Beacon towers and gates were often built at suitable places on the plank roads to provide intelligence. Transmission, this method of transmitting information is relatively backward in our opinion, but in feudal society it just makes up for the lack of communication, using the most economical way to quickly transmit changes in the front and rear of the team to the entire team."
After saying that, she took out her camera and took photos of the trestle and beacon tower. Yue Guanchao saw that she would take a few photos every time she saw something, so he raised his voice and said, "Song Qianjin, you are always looking at the empty scene." I didn’t see you patting me, no matter what I was taking pictures of. Fortunately, I can be regarded as a handsome young man from ten miles and eight villages.”
Hearing this, Song Siyuan put down the camera in annoyance and couldn't help teasing her: "Yue Guanchao, you are just a vulgar and reckless man! You are still a handsome young man. No one around me is better than you, even Xu Xiake is better than you." If you are handsome, you can hook up with the little girls in your village, and you are not good enough in front of me."
"Besides, my camera is just for collecting pictures, so what's the use of taking pictures of you!"
"Caifeng? What does it mean to collect wind?"
Yue Erpao's head emerged from the curtain.
Song Siyuan looked at Yue Guanhai. The half-grown young man's eyes were quite pure. He didn't look like he was deliberately teasing her. She explained to him: "Journalists go to strange places to experience the customs and customs, and then take pictures of the scenery they see." , this is called Caifeng.”
Later, Song Siyuan touched the camera and said with bright eyes: "I have photographed a lot of different scenery in the past few months. When we get rid of the Tang family's entanglement this time and figure out the tiger talisman, I will resign from the provincial capital newspaper. Go back to the West and hold a personal photo exhibition. These Westerners are very interested in cultural landscapes, ancient books, tombs and other things, so they will definitely win awards there."
"Ah, you want to go back to the West?"
Yue Guanchao was shocked when he suddenly heard her talking about going back to the West. The emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, ranging from curiosity to panic.
"Why do you want to go back so suddenly? Song Qianjin, don't you still want to show off your tricks at Fengtian News Agency? What a pity it is to go back now!"
Yue Guanchao tried his best to conceal his intentions, and Song Siyuan also thought about his thoughts: "That was before. I used to either stay in Fengtian or go on business trips to big cities like Haicheng, Guangfu, Jianghan, Jingcheng, and Yangzhou. I rarely visited big cities like Haicheng, Guangfu, Jianghan, Jingcheng, and Yangzhou. The news touches on the sufferings of the people, and its vision is too narrow.”
"but!"
Song Siyuan changed the topic, with a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes: "In the past few months, I followed everyone to collect scenery in the countryside and mountains, and what I saw was completely different from the world I originally lived in. It can even be said that the clouds and mud are different. Until now Only then did I realize that my family background had helped me screen social relationships in advance and filtered out all the bad things about the Republic of China, including the people's poverty and struggle, famine and embarrassment, poverty and disease, and even some people who couldn't even afford food and clothing. , I can only wait for death slowly in a dilapidated house."
These words pointed out the current situation, and everyone was silent for a while. Yue Guanchao was very familiar with the world, so he could only sigh.
