After Gusang, it is Huanggang. Hongze waterways crisscross and crisscross, a radius of hundreds of miles, since the Han Dynasty, more and more people live along the lake, and gradually form a small market town with fishermen as the main and villagers as the supplement, these market towns originally became very prosperous because of the north-south trade.

Gusang and Huanggang are all one of them.

The reason why this town is called "Huanggang" is that there is a high hill on the left side, and the strange peaks and rocky mountains on the hill are dense and dense, and the terrain is treacherous. On the right side is the shore of Hongze Lake, the water surface is open, and it is the best and largest port in and out of Hongze.

Huanggang is surrounded by mountains and rivers, located in the north and south, and is densely populated.

Since the thieves attacked and harassed, the trade routes were cut off, and even the water bandits plundered the township, the surrounding market towns have suffered a catastrophe from which they will never recover. Gusang's situation is probably a representation. But when he left Gusang and arrived at Huanggang, Kong Sheng was surprised to find that this market town did not seem to have suffered the slightest bit of the impact of war and bandits - the roads were connected, the roads were smooth, the smoke curled from every house, and the smell of chickens and dogs was still full of vitality even in winter.

This made Kong Sheng can't help but remember Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring. Tao Yuanming's sketch of the paradise Kong Sheng didn't know how it was, but anyway, the scene in front of him was as good as the former, and there was a quiet, peaceful, and joyful atmosphere everywhere.

Fishermen returning from fishing in the lake, carrying fishing nets and baskets, have happy and contented smiles on their faces; And many villagers also led the cattle and went to the farmland happily. What I saw and heard, it was like a paradise, and compared with the outside world, people couldn't help but be stunned.

It's just that Kong Sheng also found that the people in this town are very alert to outsiders, and they have not yet entered the town, and on the side of the road leading to the town from the outside world, more than a dozen young adults with sticks are lying in the middle of the road, led by a strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

The man stepped forward, frowned, and asked loudly, "Who are you?" What are you doing in our Huanggang? ”

Mu Changfeng stepped forward and smiled slightly: "Let's go to Jiangbei, pass by here, take a break, and leave with some food." ”

This should be a villager organized by the townspeople themselves, with the responsibility of protecting the town, and has nothing to do with the government. Kong Sheng's thoughtful gaze swept over these villagers, but a doubt in his heart could not be dissipated: also in the midst of troubled times, why can this place be alone? And Hongze Shuikou lives next to it, is it really because the rabbit doesn't eat the grass next to the nest?

The strong man waved his hand: "The road in our town is closed, you have to cross the road, go around the post over there." ”

The strong man pointed to the hill at the far end, there was also a road under the hill, but it was around most of Huanggang Town.

Mu Changfeng frowned: "Why are you blocking the road?" Can there be a government authorization? ”

The strong man sneered: "Official? The lords of the government have long since fled to where they have fled, and they can't count on the people of the government, and they don't want to let our villagers protect themselves? The roads in our town, we have the final say, if we don't let in, we don't let in, less nonsense! ”

The strong man patted his chest proudly: "I, Huang Dali, said that a road closure is a road closure, and Huanggang does not allow outsiders of unknown origin to enter, so you should hurry up and detour!" ”

Wu Xian and Wu Xie were annoyed when they heard it in the back, and they were furious, and they were about to come forward to reprimand a few times, or even simply move roughly, just a few rural villagers, for them, it was simply a piece of cake.

But after hearing Kong Sheng, he said indifferently: "Forget it, people have their own rules, we are people in a hurry, and we can't break other people's rules." Brother Mu, let's go around. ”

While speaking, Kong Sheng beat his horse first and galloped towards the hill.

Kong Sheng felt that this town was extraordinary, and there was no need to cause trouble on the premise of not figuring out the situation. Besides, it's not worth making a big deal out of such a trivial matter.

Mu Changfeng did not hesitate and followed. Li Xuan also drank his crotch and galloped away with a calm face, and Wu Xianwu Xie flicked the horsewhip in mid-air in frustration, and then followed half-dead with a black horse.

In fact, it was like going around for more than ten miles, Kong Sheng and the others rode on horseback, and it didn't take two teas to work. The path is bent and bends, bypassing the fertile fields, a high hill appears in front of you, extending down from the hill to the shore of Hongze Lake, which is a large open land.

There is a pergola halfway through the gang, and there is a cool and melodious sound of the piano faintly from the pergola. And the closer you go, the clearer the sound becomes.

Kong Sheng looked around, in the pergola, he saw a young man in linen with long hair and shawl scattered at random behind his head, and his frank and elegant face was not shocked, this person sat on the ground, solemnly caressing the piano, immersed in his own world, and turned a deaf ear to the arrival of several people.

The sound of the piano is smooth and melancholy, the melody is simple, and the clear overtones show the wonderful artistic conception of the mountains and mountains, the valleys and the clear springs. Kong Sheng and the others sat on horses, standing outside the pergola, listening to the sound of the piano. Mu Changfeng and Wu Xianwu Xie didn't understand the rhythm, so they were a little impatient; But Kong Sheng and Li Xuan are people who know the goods, this person has a clear appearance, and his piano skills can be called superb.

Kong Sheng's eyes were slightly closed, and he smiled without saying a word.

As the sound of the piano slowly played, Kong Sheng seemed to cast his eyes on the distant spring and autumn time and space. Yu Boya, a pianist who is proficient in music, sits in the mountains and forests on a morning when the wind is comfortable and the mist is light, and he plays his new qin music. The sound of the piano passes through the silent mountains and forests, sometimes shallow as falling jade, sometimes as high as a dragon's chant, sometimes cold and lingering, sometimes surging and mighty, with gusts of pine wind, converging into the mountain spring, diffusing into Lanxiu, murmuring and cutting. At this time, the woodcutter Zhong Zi who passed by, stood quietly in the sound of the piano, lowered his eyes and concentrated, and forgot about everything and me, and blurted out praise: Yang Yang is aiming to flow water.

As soon as the three words Zhong Ziqi flashed in Kong Sheng's mind, he suddenly listened to his side, but Li Xuan couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaimed: "Wonderful!" Wonderful! It's a good song of flowing water, and the brother's piano skills are like heaven, which is really wonderful! ”

Zhong Ziqi is Yu Boya's bosom friend, but flowing water may not meet a bosom friend, but Li Xuan's abruptness may not make the person in front of him a bosom friend. She couldn't help but interrupt people's train of thought and artistic conception halfway, which really destroyed the scenery, and maybe people were annoyed and angry.

The young man in Mai paused, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. He looked up at Kong Sheng and the others, his face remained unchanged, there was no anger or waves, but he only glanced at it, and then continued to look down at the ten-finger flying bullet next to him, and a series of rapid and mournful piano notes appeared, but it was a change of tune.

Immediately, the tactful sound of the piano, which blended many negative emotions such as loneliness, desolation, sadness, despair, and discouragement, was like a mountain stream gurgling through everyone's hearts, and even Mu Changfeng, who could not understand the rhythm, could feel the sad and sad state of mind of the person who stroked the qin at the moment.

Kong Sheng felt something in his heart, knowing that this was probably a longing song for Fuqin people to remember their loved ones, the rhythm was eclectic, and there were no cumbersome skills to speak of, just blindly venting the gloom and sadness through hearty fingering hysteria.