Two reed mats from Qingfengpu into the water, one eyebrows and eyes, one pink carved jade, are the doll raised by the Tongjiang River to the number of ten fingers, sitting on the reed mat, drifting to the heart of the river. Qin Huaixin has been in office for less than half a year, and when he saw such a formation for the first time, he was a little unbearable, and Jiang Wangshu, who was calm and calm, sighed intentionally or unintentionally: "This is the will of heaven."

"The god of the Great Mandarin River, bless the Mandarin State. Expand the territory and dominate the side. The national fortune is a sacrifice, and the dragon is a salute. Zhao Botao read the words, and then bit his thumb and dripped three or five drops of blood into the copper squirrel, half of which was dedicated to the river god and half of which was down. The servant read on the side: "Zhao Botao is personally sacrificing to the river god."

"Let's go too." Jiang Wangshu patted Qin Huai on the shoulder, but led the child on the main seat to the altar, and the three of them, including Qin Huai, followed.

Qin Huai bit his fingers, dripped, and saluted the river god according to Zhao Botao's appearance, with a solemn expression. His eyes were clear, and the two dolls were still sitting on the reed mat, and they had floated to the heart of the river. Maybe there really is a river god, Qin Huai sighed and drank it in one gulp. The wine is a citrus orange flower carving, mellow taste, lingering fragrance, he is not a drinker, half a cup of stomach has been a little drunk.

"Doctor Qin Huai of Bayang of the Great Mandarin Kingdom personally sacrifices to the river god."

The third is Jiang Wangshu, the reckless poet who shocked the capital with a book of "Shangyang Minshu" likes to drink the most, known as a thousand cups are not drunk, and every drink must be a poem.

"The Great Mandarin Country, the Hou Jiang Wangshu, the Lord of the River, sacrifices to the River God."

These three people, the people of the west have heard a little, obviously, the next three people are bigger. Liu's mother was crowded in the crowd, her expression was wooden, looking at the altar, and looking at Jiang Xin. The two-leaf reed mat has disappeared, maybe it sank, maybe it drifted downstream, or maybe it floated to the border of Qiguo.

"Master Taishi, then I'll go first?" The veiled woman moved lightly and moved forward.

Zhao Botao drank, took a sip of his stomach, his brows were tightly locked, after all, he was a contemptible person in the countryside and did not understand the meaning of wine; Qin Huai hides his face and drinks, which is the most elegant; Jiang Wangshu's drinking shows the two different postures of a reckless poet and an officialdom nobleman, romantic and heroic, just as he is the leader of the literary circle of the Citrus Kingdom, and he is also a high-powered Jiang Hou; The veiled woman drank and could only see her jaw, and it was not difficult to guess that she must be moving. It is always said that only beauty and wine dare not live up to it, and that's it.

"Da Fang Guo Huang is leaving the palace, and the sword servant Jing Qijun sacrifices to the river god on behalf of the teacher."

The remaining two, an old man and a child, the old man drank wine, took out a short knife from his cuff, and slashed it into the child's palm, dripping half a bowl of blood. The spectators were already distressed, but the child gritted his teeth and endured it. Originally, the old man planned to drink on his behalf, but was stopped by Jing Qijun, and the child held the copper cup and drank it, like a cow drinking water.

"Uncle Qing of the Great Mandarin Kingdom sacrifices to the river god."

"The Great Mandarin Kingdom Rin sacrifices to the river god."

"Rin, next time, you're going to be a pro-sacrifice." Uncle Taishi Qingshu is very satisfied with Rin, after all, he is the junior who has been trained by himself.

The sun is gradually turning west, and the festival of branches is the most redundant, and the sacrifice is finally over. The river god of the Tongjiang River received the sacrifices, calmed down, no longer made waves, the fish could be fished, and the boat could be crossed. Jiang Wangshu did not stop, the master and servant went upstream, they could go straight to Bayan, and then choose the official road to reach Jiangcheng. As for the Taishi and his party, they walked on the dry road, with three carriages and a hundred horses, and the momentum was mighty, coming and going like the wind.

"Give Liu a few knives, and then go find a cemetery for her, don't be too bad." Old lady Shao commanded.

Mother Liu's lips were open, and she didn't answer, but she just fell to the ground and thanked her, and when she looked up again, she was the only one left on the altar. Liu's mother was in a trance, and she saw someone beckoning to Jiang Xin from afar, and she wiped her eyes and looked again, it was Chang'an.

"Chang'an is not afraid, my mother will take you home." Liu's mother wiped her tears, stepped into the Tongjiang River, and splashed a wave. Suddenly, the Mandarin River returned to calm, and the afterglow splashed on the river.

"Doctor Qin, will you stay in the cold house?" Zhao Botao was earnest, and added another sentence, "It's good that the villain will lead the way tomorrow and go to the mountains and rivers for fun." Zhao Botao knew that the new doctor was not as good as the previous one, and what he was good at was to travel the mountains and rivers and write poems. Only by doing what he likes can he use it, he learned two or three points from his father about these skills.

Qin Huai frowned, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice: "No need, can Li Zheng know the two families who lost their children today?"

Zhao Botao was not good at serving, so he had to bite the bullet and say: "One family is the Liu family, killing two men, leaving orphans and widows, and relying on neighbors to help them on weekdays; The other household is the Shao family, which is a large local household, with 100 acres of land, 10 acres of tea plantations, and dozens of family servants. ”

"Go to Shao's house first, Lao Nuli is leading the way," Qin Huai said to the accompanying boy again, "You go and follow Uncle Qiao, you two find a place to rest, and I will come to you later." ”

The boy folded a wild chrysanthemum and went away. Zhao Botao led the way while introducing the local scenery, but Qin Huai was not very interested, and occasionally said "um" to not embarrass him.

The west of the city is not big, the houses are located between the floodplain and Bashan, the ordinary people are just adobe walls, fences as fences, only three or five households are equipped with bricks and tiles, doors and windows are complete, and the Shao family is naturally the latter.

The door of the Shao family was closed, the silence was terrifying, Zhao Botao was about to lock the door, but was stopped by Qin Huai: "That's it, go to the Liu family."

Ordinary people have walls and railings, but this Liu family is just a few pillars and a few reed mats, and it looks dilapidated, and there is not even a door.

"This is the Liu family, my lord." Zhao Botao was a little weak-hearted, trembling, as if he was on the verge of an abyss, for fear that this Bayang doctor, who couldn't figure out the routine, would give him a hat of "enjoying ten stones of official food and not doing rice fighting".

"But anyone?" Qin Huai shouted again, but no one made a sound.

"Is Liu here?" Qin Huai shouted again, but still no one made a sound.

Zhao Botao was afraid that Qin Huai would be angry, so he stepped forward to remove the reed mat, poked his head in, and saw that there was no one, so he had to reply in a slurch: "My lord, the Liu family is not here."

Qin Huai faced the Zongjiang River, thought about it, and asked: "Zhao Lizheng, in previous years, he also sacrificed to the river god?"

Zhao Botao nodded and replied: "Every year is like this, the river god has a spirit, Qidong is flooded, and the west is abundant."

Qin Huai raised his eyes and looked at the Tongjiang River, which was calm. As Zhao Botao said, not only in the west of the city, but also in Bayang this year. There is a pontoon bridge outside Bayang, and to the north of the pontoon bridge, it is the old Qi country, such as the land of the three cities, all of which are returned to the orange. Although there is no flooding of the river, it can be regarded as a grain of no harvest. In this way, is it really the river god who has a spirit and blesses the country?

He remembered the big river in his hometown again, called Qinhuai, and never sacrificed to the river god, so the river god refused to bless it, and it has been a year so far.