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So this is Bianjing!Song Cheng was shocked. In fact, he really wanted to rush to the gate of the city to see what kind of material these walls were made of. He climbed up to the tree trunks to see whether the willow trees from thousands of years ago were more genetically pure than the willows of today.He wants to lie down by the Bian River and see this artificial canal that has completely disappeared in the 21st century!

But it is a pity that he is now on the way to sell himself, with grass on his head, an old cloth shirt and a pair of cloth shoes that have pinched his feet, Song Cheng sighed.As the grandson of a historian grandmother, and the younger brother of an archeology major, Song Cheng remembered a familiar book that was mentioned countless times by his grandmother and second brother, "Tokyo Menghualu".

The book said, "The outer city of the Eastern Capital has a radius of more than forty miles. The moat is called the Hulong River, and the width is more than ten feet. Inside and outside the moat, there are willows and willows, and the walls are red. People are forbidden to come and go." When Song Cheng was young, he heard Song Che say these words repeatedly. He even went to Kaifeng with Song Che. The modern city of Kaifeng is pitifully small, but the city in front of him is four times the size of modern Kaifeng. , is no different from what is said in the book!

How is this going?

Song Cheng suddenly patted his head. By the way, he remembered that the ancient city he saw was buried more than ten meters underground in the 21st century.Song Cheng felt that if he couldn't go back, he must draw a sketch of Bianjing for Song Che and bury it in the tomb.

In fact, along the way, Song Cheng was thinking about why he suddenly came to the Song Dynasty.The summary is as follows, the reason is unknown, and the return date...none.

Song Cheng is now at least [-]% sure that his brother may have dug his grave.If his brother dug his grave, it meant that he was going to die of old age in the Song Dynasty.Song Cheng felt extremely urgent that he should hurry up and find Qi Yue, Qi Yue might be his only connection with this era.

Thinking of this, Song Cheng couldn't help looking up at the sky, that was his grave, Song Che dug it as soon as he said it, alas.If it is true what Song Che said, there are so many ancient books and documents in his tomb, then grandma will definitely read them.Well, the two people who love him the most, study his own inheritance, Song Cheng is so excited when he thinks about it.

The urns built outside the city of Bianjing in the Northern Song Dynasty are all small three-story buildings. The gates that ordinary people walk in are opened at the corners. Only Nanxun Gate, Xinzheng Gate, Xinsong Gate, and Fengqiu Gate are straight and double-layered. Door.These four gates are all main gates and are only used by the emperor to go out. Ordinary people go in and out of the city gates through the side gates other than these four main gates.The place where Mr. Song took Song Cheng was the East Water Gate in the southeast.

There are four city gates on the east wall side of the outer city, and the east water gate in the southeast is also the water gate from the lower reaches of the Bian River.This gate straddles the Bian River and is wrapped in iron sheets, like a window.

Song Cheng stared wide-eyed at the white city wall in front of him, the tall and thick vermilion city gate and the rolling Bian River, and felt that the world was pale.Pedestrians are crowded at the gate of the city, green willows line the banks, water transport boats on the Bian River come and go, and there are boatmen chanting chant on the river bank.Song Cheng just muttered, "This is Bianhe."

Song Cheng's voice was low and shallow, Mr. Song didn't hear clearly, he just looked down at him, and took his hand tightly to quickly enter the city from the East Water Gate.Song Cheng's eyes were tightly locked on the Bian River, the Bian River was surging, like an endless flow of time and space, if Song Che came with him...

Song Cheng thought of this, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. If Song Che knew, Song Cheng felt that he would go crazy, and spend his entire life studying every plant and tree in this city and recording them. Into a document, brought into the coffin for burial.

Song Cheng patted his little head, I'll go, it's another funeral!

Old Man Song took Song Cheng into the city gate, found a big willow tree in the corner of the bustling market, and took Song Cheng to stand under the shade of the tree. Two words.People who come and go will not have any intention to see what Song Cheng looks like, and those who are interested will stop to ask his age, and then pinch Song Cheng's arms and legs to see if the knot is strong and whether he can do things, but most people When he saw Song Cheng's little arms and legs, he shook his head.

"How old is this baby?" Someone who looked like a housekeeper came to ask again, Song Cheng lowered his head again, and heard Mr. Song's polite reply, "Nine years old, what do you think?"

The housekeeper approached and squeezed Song Cheng's arm, but said, "Is it really nine years old? I think it's only six or seven years old."

"It's really nine years old." Mr. Song hurriedly approached.

The butler said with disgust, "It's so small, like a chicken."

"The family is so poor that we can't get rid of the pot. This child has not had enough meals since he was a child. How can he grow strong?" Mr. Song seemed to wipe away his tears while speaking, "If the family was not so poor, how could the old man be willing to sell his grandson Son?"

The housekeeper nodded and said, "I also understand this difficulty. You see, this kid is so thin, and I won't take advantage of you. How about a tael of silver?"

Song Cheng originally listened to these two people pimping, and complained in his heart that the reason why he loves to cry so much is because he inherited from his grandfather.While I was complaining, I didn't expect to hear a sentence suddenly, one tael of silver!Song Cheng stared at the butler with his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly opened in shock, what the hell!A tael of silver!He, Song Cheng, is worth a tael of silver?

"What?" The old man raised his tone all of a sudden. The housekeeper on the opposite side didn't look at old man Song, but just hugged his arms and shook his shoulders. After a sigh of relief, old man Song begged in a low voice, "How about adding five guans?"

Song Cheng was choked to death, adding five more puns?

Seeing that the price was taken advantage of, the butler immediately smiled, stretched out his hand to call the servant who was following him, took out five pennies, and took out a piece of silver from his purse, he stretched out his hand and patted the palm of Mr. Song ,"make a deal."

The housekeeper was about to reach out to hold Song Cheng, but Song Cheng avoided him suddenly. The housekeeper seemed to be angry, but he didn't expect Song Cheng to kneel down to Mr. Song. Mr. Song took a step back in shock, and put the silver in his hand Receiving it in his arms, "Cheng, what are you doing? Grandfather has already sold you to this housekeeper..."

Song Cheng ignored him, silently performed three bows and nine kowtows, and at the last kowtow, Song Cheng said, "These three bows, Song Cheng kowtows to thank Gaotang for his kindness in nurturing, from now on, Song Cheng will have nothing to do with the Song family." After finishing speaking, he got up and wanted to follow the housekeeper. Old Man Song seemed to be stimulated by Song Cheng's three prostrations. His voice trembled slightly, "Cheng..."

"Ahem, this is interesting." Suddenly I heard an old man laughing.

Song Cheng turned his head, only to see a hale and hale old man standing behind him in a washed-up pale blue Confucian shirt, looking at him and smiling. He walked towards him, but there was a slight jolt, which presumably was not conducive to walking. Song Cheng subconsciously helped him, the old man smiled and patted Song Cheng's head and said, "Why were you sold?"

Song Cheng said "ah" in a daze, then bowed his head and said, "My mother died young, the high court is unkind, and my grandfather is partial, there is no other way."

The old man seemed to sigh softly, he smiled and said to Song Cheng, "Would you like to go home with the old man?"

Song Cheng looked at the old man in surprise, and asked, "Why?"

The old man smiled and said, "I see that you are destined." The old man stretched out his hand to hold Song Cheng's hand, put it on his palm and patted it, "The old man has learned all his life, but no one has passed it on. Today, I bought you to go back as a student. "

Song Cheng was dumbfounded.

Song people value scholars, and when the old man opened his mouth, the housekeeper and Mr. Song didn't say a word. At this moment, the housekeeper hurriedly said, "Old man, I bought this child first."

The old man smiled and took out five taels of silver from his sleeve pocket and handed it to the housekeeper, "You earned it."

The housekeeper looked at the five taels of silver in his hand, and immediately thanked him again and again, "Thank you, thank you, old man, take it away."

Song Cheng witnessed Mr. Song grabbing the butler at a speed of five meters per second, "Give me the five taels of silver, and my grandson is mine. I, I will return your money to you." I stuffed the silver and the five pennies I had just now in the palm of my hand into the butler's hand, but the butler refused, stretched out his hand and pushed old man Song away, turned around and wanted to leave under the protection of the servants.

Mr. Song rushed forward with a "hoo" in his mouth, tearing at the butler and not letting go, the servants rushed forward and pulled Mr. Song aside, Mr. Song couldn't stand still, so he fell to the ground, with the few coins in his hand brushing away. It fell to the ground, and the hemp rope was accidentally loosened, and the money was spilled all over the floor. Mr. Song didn't bother to go after the housekeeper, so he quickly took off his belt and put all the copper coins into his clothes For those who fell into the hollow, they knelt down to pick them up.The servant wanted to kick, but the butler snorted coldly, made a gesture, and led the servant along.

Song Cheng took the old man's hand and quietly watched Mr. Song lying on the ground picking up copper coins. His eyes were as calm as water, and he couldn't see any emotion.The old man smiled and took Song Cheng's hand and said, "Let's go."

Song Cheng silently nodded and replied, "Yes."

The light of the setting sun leaked through the branches, illuminating the way back for the old man and Song Cheng.

"Your name is Song Cheng?"

"Well, how about you, grandpa?"

"Oh, Xu Jingzhu." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I will be called Teacher from now on."