The first day of the winter month.

Northwest of the Acropolis, in the woods of the upper reaches of the Songhua River.

A group of Handoliwei soldiers were cutting wood there.

"Down the hill!"

Two strong men pulled the big saw, making a squeaky sound that made people's teeth ache. The sawn sawdust fell on the snow, like cream sprinkled with breadcrumbs.

With the creaking of the big saw, the red pine, which is more than half a person thick, has begun to explode and make a gurgling sound.

The old soldier shouted at the top of his lungs, reminding the rest of the people on the hill not to be hit by a fallen tree.

When the tree is called to explode, you have to shout again, and when the tree really falls, you have to shout again.

This is all a lesson that the ancestors exchanged for blood, and they have long been accustomed to nature.

There was a thud, and the fine red pine fell to the knee-high snow.

The jade on the branches of the trees was all over the sky, and when it was blown by the west wind, it fell everywhere.

Not far away, beside a rock, there was a fire in the morning, and several soldiers sat next to them, roasting their soaked clothes, and a young man sat next to him.

The young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a torn copy of Xu Guangqi's translation of "The Law of Measurement", holding a wooden stick in his hand on the snow next to him, and was drawing and pulling what the book said, "Make an extension line, and between two parallel lines, make a solid line, as shown in the picture above......

As soon as the snowflakes were splashed, the picture that was so easy to draw suddenly did not look like it.

Thinking of the names in the book, such as "acute angles, obtuse angles, extension lines, parallel lines", etc., my heart was even more angry, and I got up and scolded: "Mom, beep!" ”

The soldiers around him burst into laughter, and the young man finished his anger and threw the broken book on the stone, holding back the words from his mouth.

He was referring to Sang scolding Huai just now, not scolding the snow that covered the picture, but scolding Emperor Taizong of Dashun.

Damn, you're sick, aren't you? If you want to be an official, if you don't go through the imperial examination, you have to learn what geometry and measurement laws and meanings, if it weren't for being an official, in order to enter the Wude Palace, who the hell would learn this thing? Have an egg?

The young man thought to himself, it was a loss that Taizong Li died early, and if he died a few years later, he might come up with some kind of moth and leave behind some strange legacy.

At that time, Li Guo died of illness before he returned to Beijing, and then the throne was passed to Gao Yigong, and then Li Laiheng had a lineage.

Although Li Guo died, he left behind a lot of legacy.

The imperial examination remains unchanged, for fear of provoking the anger of the world, so it can only be divided into Western studies such as geometry to be studied in Wude Palace, and it is stipulated that things such as "Geometry Original" and "Measurement Law" must be tested in Wude Palace in the future.

Young people learn very well, but they really don't like these parallel lines, acute angles, circles, inscribed polygons and so on.

Classical Chinese with geometry, that sour......

Classical Chinese with geometry and no punctuation, that sour......

If it weren't for the sake of entering the Wude Palace, or if it wasn't for the sake of becoming an official, who would learn this thing?

The young man thought to himself, it is also a loss that these books came out later, if there were in the Song Dynasty, then the story of Fan Wenzhenggong cutting cold porridge and reading hard, I am afraid that it will become a cold porridge and measure the volume of cold porridge, isn't this ridiculous?

Nowadays, there are a lot of "Geometry Practice Questions" in the capital, but those booksellers have become rich, and they are printed every year in order to test the Wude Palace. In this bitter cold place, it is not easy to get a book, it is really unfair.

After scolding the eight generations of ancestors of Taizong Li in his heart, he didn't dare to scold on his lips, so he could only put away the broken book angrily and muttered, "What are you laughing at?" Lao Tzu will have the opportunity to go to the Wude Palace next year, and when you see me in the future, you have to call me a military gate. ”

The military gate, the gate of the camp, the governor can be called so. When he said this, everyone laughed even harder.

This young man's name is Du Feng, his ancestral home is Yuncheng, Shandong, and his ancestors also participated in the uprising of Xie Qian and Yuyuan Army.

If you talk about it, it can be regarded as a famous figure in history - Sun Zhiqi, who shaved his hair in the book, was caught by the rebels and pierced his whole body with an awl, and stuffed his hair into the eye of the awl, saying: Give you a hair!

The awl of the Zha Sun Zhiqi is the sole of his grandmother's usual shoes. Although it cannot be left in history, it can also be used as a family heirloom and a talking point for future generations.

Under the changes in history, these Yuyuan troops did not give Zhang Cunren a chance to flood the Yuyuan Army by flooding the Yellow River embankment, and they can be regarded as the reputation of Hou Fangyu, one of the four sons of the Restoration Society.

The basin that picked up the Yellow River embankment had no chance to be buckled on his head, the son of the Restoration Society, otherwise although there was controversy, it would not be possible to wash it clean by relying on a copy of "Peach Blossom Fan" alone.

After Dashun won the world, the remnants of these Xie Qian and Yuyuan armies participated in the Northern Expedition to Liaodong. About 100,000 old Shaanxi, Henan people and southwestern Lu Han died in Liaodi.

After that, some of these people were collected as the main force of the fifth battalion, and some stayed in Liaodong, Liaobei and even the Songhua River, stationed at the border and enriching the population.

Du Feng's father is now the commander of the Zhichong Mansion in Handoli, he has broken his leg and can't be promoted, so he can only be a captain of the Zhichong.

On both sides of the Songhua River, the military system of the Tang Dynasty government was restored, and the commander of the fold Chong was also a five-rank official, not big or small.

In the Acropolis of Handoli, there are many officials who have been demoted here because of the struggle between the DPRK and China, Du Feng grew up here since he was a child, and he also learned some of the knowledge required to enter the Wude Palace with some people.

A certain adult who completed Xu Guangqi's unfinished business and translated the last six volumes of "Geometric Originals" was also thrown here because of his involvement in the dispute between the princes of the year, which can be described as a place full of talents.

Du Feng is skilled in arching horses, although he hates the pain of classical Chinese and geometry, but in order to get ahead in the future, he learns quite well.

The soldiers of Handoliwei only had to pay the blood tax, and there were Dingkou fields that could not be bought and sold, and the rest of the taxes and labor were exempted.

The only thing to do is to cut trees in the winter and practice on weekdays.

The soldiers on both sides of the Songhua River are the best irregular light cavalry in Dashun.

The banditry is extremely heavy, and the hedging may not be able to defeat the elite of the regular "three walls" and five battalions, but reconnaissance, sneak attacks, capturing the flag, plundering grain routes, chasing and killing the defeated soldiers, etc., are beyond the reach of soldiers elsewhere.

Since the beginning of the previous year, the Songhua River defense envoy has continuously ordered each Zhichong Prefecture to cut down more wood and pile up wood in winter. I don't know why.

This year's task is heavier and requires a lot of wood.

Fortunately, the wood is all over the mountains here, close to the Songhua River. Take advantage of the winter to cut down, prune the branches, and pile them up by the river. When spring blooms, the river is melted, and the wood is put down along the current, but it is not too tiring.

This year's task has been completed on the first day of the winter month, and today is the last few roots.

It is said that the last Du Feng's father is going to come forward, one is to sacrifice to the gods, and the other is to thank the mountain gods for their protection, but he was not stoned to death this year.

It's just that his father broke his leg, and he felt uncomfortable in winter, so he asked Du Feng to come forward and go through the process.

Although he is the son of Captain Zhichong, he does not have much power, Ding Koutian is his own, and Captain Zhichong does not care about military salaries and the like.

If he didn't fight, although Lieutenant Zhichong's fart was loud, it didn't sound to the point of silence, and everyone was not afraid to joke with him.

Seeing that the last piece of wood had fallen to the ground, Du Feng put away the broken book, took out a piece of red cloth in his arms, and tied the red cloth to the last piece of wood.

This year, the mountain god blessed that no one was stoned to death by wood in the winter, which is really a thing worth celebrating.

"Ignite the cannon. Thank you for the blessing of the mountain god. Grandpa Tian, Grandma Earth, and River Niangniang, bless us with a safe and peaceful year. ”

More than a dozen sturdy men knelt in the snow and kowtowed to the frozen Songhua River in the distance.

Du Feng carried a firecracker, lit it and exploded it halfway, threw it into the air, and knelt down with everyone and kowtowed.

The sound of firecrackers echoed in the empty mountain, and the birds that were too lazy to fly away startled a flock and called out a touch of vitality in winter.

As soon as the echo was silent, the foreman instructed everyone to hang "pigtails" on the wood, that is, hemp rope used to carry the wood.

The knot of this hemp rope is skillful, and where to tie it is not fair if you have more than ten years of experience, and it is easy to have an accident if you stagger it a little.

Fourteen strong men of the border army were divided into two rows hula, just waiting for the shouting of the leader.

This trumpet is not shouted randomly, every sentence must be shouted on the point, otherwise the fourteen people will easily have an accident if they take a slight wrong step.

The light one broke his foot and crushed his waist, and in the most serious case, his life was gone.

"Ha waist hanging!"

With a loud shout, a dozen sturdy men lifted the crossbar on their pigtails in the snow and responded: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, get up!" ”

"The old men of the capital! There is a warm pavilion. ”

"Hey, the adults in Gangnam! There is a spring breeze. ”

"Hey, our government soldiers and border troops! There are ice cubes. ”

"Palm your waist up! Grab the pigtails hey! ”

"Watch your step! Hide from the trees."

"Who can't move their legs, the most fucked hey!"

With such a rhythmic trumpet, Du Feng doesn't know how many times he has heard it this year, and he is full of complaints.

He doesn't have to carry it, he came here today to go through the motions.

The sound of trumpets echoed, and some people who did not have to carry wood gathered around the fire. Du Feng also took out a corncob pipe, took out the cigarette purse that his sister sewed for himself, and poured out a handful of tobacco leaves.

It is not easy to supply Handoliwei, and in the summer, there are military vendors who come by boat to sell them from upstream, and it is not easy to smoke a cigarette in this place. It is said that Emperor Taizong also smoked back then, and his favorite was this small pipe with corn cobs.

shook the cigarette purse, and one person divided some.

Green smoke came out of the corncob pipe, mixed with the heat coming out of his mouth, curling up. The sun was shining white and shiny, a little dazzling.

The sound of trumpets on the mountain continued, and Du Feng squinted his eyes in vain to avoid the dazzling snow, looking at the people carrying wood below.

Wait a while to go down the mountain and return to Leng, and wait until the spring along the river to put the wooden row down to pass the points, it will be considered the end of the matter.

The military man who was blowing green smoke squinted his eyes and said, "It's a pity, there is nothing good to do this year." It would be nice to catch up with another wave, as it was last year. The family is divided into a dozen taels and has a good year. ”

The business that the military man refers to is the robbery of caravans.

Last year, they were lucky enough to catch up with a group of merchants from the Korean country, and there were not many of them, so they killed a fine man. Forty percent gave the Songhua River defense envoy tribute, and the rest were divided into points, and there were also a dozen taels.

Du Fengxin said that it is difficult to say whether there is a business or not, and it is not yet the Chinese New Year.

There are unspoken rules for this kind of "buying and selling". The big head should be given to the defense envoy, and the rest, whoever finds it first will take a few dozen taels more, and whoever drags it will take a few dozen taels more.

Thinking that after that, I will take the Wude Palace, and use money everywhere in the capital, not to mention the upper and lower points, it is not easy to live in the capital, and I need a lot of money.

His father is the captain of Zhichong, and he has his own confidants, so he went to various rivers early to inquire about the news.

Patrolling the border and complaining, but no one complains about this kind of thing.

There are even those who can rely on a horse and a gun to squat in the mountains of frozen people for a month.

But if it was a border patrol business, it would be so hard, and I would have scolded my mother a long time ago.

Du Feng thought that if there was news, it would be a few days.

Seeing that this side was over, he knocked his pipe to his feet, stood up and patted the snow on his buttocks, and jumped on a red horse next to him.

"I'm going back, it's none of my business."

"Let's go back. If you want me to say, Du Wei doesn't need you to come, how good it is to be at home on a cold day. ”

The soldiers waved their hands at him, indicating that nothing could go wrong.

The work of the pile has its own veterans to do it, and yesterday it has been counted clearly, only more, no less, no mistakes.

Just wait for the river water to melt in the spring of the next year, put these timbers into wooden rafts, and send them downstream to the Acropolis.

Gently pulling the reins and wrapping the leather robe on his body, Du Feng went down the mountain. I don't know if those brothers have found anything, if they can do a vote this year, they will have money to give gifts when they go to the capital in the future.