Huaibi

Stratus clouds are the same as the sun and the moon, and they change day after day without any change. It is meaningless to go through thousands of things along with everything in the world.

Among the thousands of things in the eyes of Beijingers, there are two people who are very happy recently: one is that the dangerous wall in the north of Beijing has finally been repaired by the imperial court, and there is no need to worry about collapsing and hurting passers-by; the other is the Agricultural Festival held every three years Coming soon.

The custom of offering sacrifices to farmers began in the Zhangguang period, and as the name suggests, sacrifices to farmers and mulberry, in order to pray for good weather and abundant harvests.

Tracing back to the source, when Emperor Zhang Guang was in power, there was a rare agricultural famine in the north of the border. The rain was not available for a long time and pests ravaged the fertile fields.

Fortunately, there is a lot of grain in the vicinity of Beijing. Emperor Zhang Guang tried his best to fight the disaster after opening the warehouse to release the grain, so that the entire capital and even the surrounding northern cities did not suffer too much. I got through it.

After the agricultural famine subsided, people in Beijing once again lived a carefree life. Every family donated copper coins and a few texts, and jointly built a stone statue of a sacred cow to thank Emperor Zhangguang for his kindness.

Emperor Zhang Guang was born in the ox, and the sacred ox is just a metaphor for his extraordinary body. Among the people, the ox is an indispensable creature in farming.This pun made Emperor Zhang Guang very happy, and he sat the stone statue to the north, facing the imperial city under the city wall.

Since then, more icing on the cake has followed.

On the night that Nobody Prophet's stone statue of the divine bull was located, an extremely delicious heavy rain fell in the capital.

Since the agricultural famine has gone, the capital has actually experienced several intermittent rains, but none of them are as hearty as this, as if vowing to water the world thoroughly before it stops.

The children in Zongjiao cheered and ran into the rain, stomping on the glistening puddles at night by the warm candlelight from the room behind them, shouting "It's raining, let's take a bath", with eyebrows and eyes curved Looking at the elders with tears in their eyes, they put their hands together and worshiped the sky, the earth, and the imperial city in the rainy night.

Overnight, the subjects and common people all praised him.

Since then, this sacred cow has become a sacred object to protect the capital and farmers. It has gradually become a custom for Beijing people to sacrifice and dance for it every three years.

Up to now, for the common people, offering sacrifices to farmers is for a good harvest; but for the imperial power, offering sacrifices to farmers is a memory of Emperor Zhang Guang and a tribute to the Ping Dynasty.

Therefore, the three characters of offering sacrifices to farmers' festivals are actually more valued by the imperial court than by the people.

The time has not yet expired, and the Haoran sacred cow that has been standing silently for many years under the city wall in the north of Beijing has been surrounded by offerings of fruit, wine and meat.

The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.

Under the bright sun, all the strong men competed with their arms bare. In April, their bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and they repaired the city walls in the middle of the road.

Not long after, a person suddenly dropped the heavy burden on his shoulders cursingly, rubbed the back of his neck and walked out, approached the divine cow a few steps, and involuntarily picked up a jar of sake and drank it with his head up.

The people behind were dumbfounded, and shouted at him nervously before placing the sand and stones on the ground: "You are crazy! That is an offering to the idol!"

"A statue offering? Pooh!" The man stared back, the wine jar in his hand was empty in a blink of an eye, smashed to the ground with a blunt sound, and became unruly, "I am a dignified guardian of the Qinglintang. This coolie? An offering, hmph...for me!"

The person who shouted didn't reply, and frowned, thinking about his words.

Gradually, people from the surrounding area joined in one after another, and even the brave ones lost their work in a similar manner, and went to drink and eat meat next to the stone statue of the sacred cow, cursing endlessly.

"It's also like picking up such a golden hat, who would have wanted to follow the court but do such a lowly job!"

"Isn't it? If I knew this, I wouldn't be as happy as before."

Every sentence became more and more injustice, and occasionally someone added fuel to the fire: "It's not that everyone does this lowly job, and they all follow Mr. Liu. Some sects are suffering here, and some are enjoying themselves in the Criminal Department right now. It can be seen that we are close Is there a difference..."

The scene suddenly stopped, and everyone was blocked by these words, and the more they thought about it, the more annoyed they became.

This sudden silence didn't last long, just when someone was about to show some temper again, he suddenly heard a cold voice from behind him: "Do you not want to live after ruining the offerings?"

After the words fell, several people stood up and went back to work on the city wall.

Everyone turned around and saw that the person speaking was the master of the Hurricane Sect, and the few who just heard and left honestly were his disciples, no wonder they didn't dare to disobey the sect master's wishes.

However, the people beside you don't need to sell their faces anymore, and immediately someone answered in a weird way: "I don't know who, after less than two months with the court, the momentum is exactly like those of those high officials. It turned out to be the leader of the Wu family... Master Wu is so kind, he once received a grand banquet from the Ministry of Industry, so he desperately used brute force to repay his favor, and suffered with the whole sect that didn't eat the grand banquet. sharp."

The provocative meaning in the words is very obvious, but after listening to it, the leader of the Wu family didn't care about it, turned his head and walked away with a cold snort.

The person behind was left alone like this, feeling ashamed, staring and cursing, cursing and cursing, a fine gravel suddenly flew from his forehead, instantly breaking the blood.

Perhaps the blood light irritated people's eyes, and most of the people present were bloodthirsty savages, and a fight broke out in an instant.

There is chaos under the Beijing North City Wall...

The day ahead is dawning.

When the weather is fine, Chen Zhihe walks alone on the street, unaware that there is a turmoil in the north of Beijing, the noisy voices of people in the streets and alleys are involved in his ears, and the melodious drama coming from the high-rise buildings next to the road, he stops unconsciously and listens more A few voices.

Passers-by are constantly coming and going, and Dongning Street is the busiest on this spring day, with children from every household rushing out of the houses, running around in the crowd, accidentally bumping into someone, "Ouch" fell to the ground.

Chen Zhihe was distracted by the extremely clear and pleasant "Ouch" in the noise, and his eyes followed, and he saw an acquaintance bent down to help the child who fell on the ground, patted the hem of his little clothes for him, and coaxed him to play .

The man straightened up, raised his eyes as if aware of something, and met Chen Zhihe with a smiling gaze.

Chen Zhihe stepped forward and saluted: "Master Zhao."

"Master Chen," Zhao Keyang also returned the salute, "Master Chen, I'm so excited to walk on the street."

Chen Zhihe smiled along his brows, seeing each other outside the palace is usually an important matter, now such a chance encounter is really rare, and he is in a good mood, so he leaned over to invite people to the theater by chance.

Zhao Keyang is as good as others.

The two of them sat upright on the second floor of the theater, and the erratic voice just now clearly lingered in the building at this moment, lingering around the beams, and a good voice was refreshing.

Under the stage, the actors in colorful costumes are singing "Dream of Yellow Liang", laughing in their dreams that they are drunk with gold and glory in their hands, and they don't want to open their eyes and everything will disappear in a flash.

Zhao Keyang tapped the corner of the slightly old mahogany low table with his fingers, and hummed a few words, which made Chen Zhihe turn around with a smile on his face and ask, "Master Zhao is also familiar with this play?"

The second child in the building came up the stairs "crawling" and the business was so good that he rushed over to deliver tea to the two of them.

"Aren't you familiar with me?" Zhao Keyang responded in a low voice, took the tea in his hand, looked at the tea with his eyes closed and flicked the lid, and from the corner of his eyes waited for the little girl to leave, then he mocked with deep meaning, "There are always people in and out of the play." How can you not be familiar with it when you are acting out a yellow beam dream?"

Chen Zhihe heard it so earnestly that he thought it was a joke, he also picked up the teacup and bowed his head and blew it again and again.

A nest of tea leaves swirls gently with the water waves.

In Li's house in the suburbs of Beijing, Ping Huaizhen was putting down the tea in his hand.

Since parting with Li Qingjue again, he still goes out of Beijing every ten days to visit Xiao Ruining here.