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In the face of adversity, sometimes we really need a little bit of spiritual victory, which is called the spirit of revolutionary optimism, to put it in fashionable terms. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Xing was blessed with this spirit, and in a tragic mood of being dashing and prone to water cold, he stuffed all the few bitter wild vegetables into his mouth, and then forced them into his stomach, at this time he suddenly remembered his student days.

The school dishes are always more salt and less oil, and the only little oil and water in the dishes can be described as moles, and now even moles can't be described.

Although he didn't eat well, he could at least support his belly, Song Xing touched the slightly protruding belly, sighed softly, and didn't say hello to his neighbors.

Dengzhou Mansion is not far from here, about five or six miles away, Quan Zuo took a walk after dinner, but not long after he went down the mountain, he heard a "creaking" sound of breaking ox carts.

It was Uncle Tian who drove the car, sitting on the wheel, holding a smooth and translucent water bamboo strip in his hand, constantly waving in the air, making a whooshing sound, so frightened that the old cow did not dare to look back, and only cared about moving forward.

The ox cart creaked and came to Song Xing's side, and Uncle Tian's cloudy old eyes looked at Song Xing again, and said a little dissatisfied: "Hey, I said baby, do you think the food at the uncle's house is not delicious, and you are unwilling to come over several times?" ”

Song Xing rummaged through his empty pockets, spread his hands slightly, and said with a smile: "Uncle, your old man is really joking, look at me Song Xing now, are you still qualified to pick three or four, and dislike this?" Am I not afraid of trouble? ”

"Trouble? What's the trouble? Wouldn't adding someone just add a pair of chopsticks? Besides, my Uncle Tian is afraid of everything in his life, so he is not afraid of trouble, looking at you, you want to go to Dengzhou City, come up! Uncle Tian didn't care, and said with a smile.

Song Xing saw that Uncle Tian was so open-minded, and he was not polite to him, turned over and jumped on the ox cart, sat on the other side of the wheel, took the water bamboo strip from Uncle Tian's hand, and pumped it on the buffalo's ass without saying a word.

Seeing this, Uncle Tian trembled in his heart, and hurriedly snatched the water bamboo strips from Song Xing's hand, and scolded with a smile: "Your baby is really a cub selling Ye Tian, isn't it distressing?" Dare to love that this cow is not your family? ”

Song Xing scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, the first time he took an ox cart, he was a little excited, and it was inevitable that he would get carried away, and he had no scruples at all that the cow in ancient times was the lifeblood of others, and he wanted to draw the lifeblood of others, so he was naturally not treated.

The water bamboo strip in Uncle Tian's hand is just a symbol, and what is really used to drive the cow is the slightly stiff bamboo rope made of bamboo tied to the cow's nose.

When he needed to pick up speed, he lifted the rope and swung it in the air with a slight force, after making a perfect arc, and then landed gently on the tripe.

The cow is also interested, shake off the four hooves and run quickly, the so-called fast is said to Uncle Tian, for Song Xing, no matter how fast this old cow is, it can't be faster than his own broken bicycle.

Uncle Tian went to Dengzhou Mansion to do business, and Song Xing was wandering casually, so he didn't go into the city with Uncle Tian, but got off the ox cart at the city gate.

Dengzhou Mansion is very famous in history, Song Xing heard of Dengzhou Mansion when he was very young, and his impression of Dengzhou Mansion mainly came from the Peking Opera that reflected Qin Qiong's Dengzhou.

The city wall of Dengzhou City is not high, and the city gate is not wide, which is far from his imagination, and far less than the ancient city wall of Xi'an that he has climbed.

Above the city gate, there are three big characters of "Dengzhou Mansion", which looks particularly dilapidated in the wind and sun, except for the sporadic people entering and exiting at the city gate, there are also a few soldiers standing there lazily, neither interrogating the passers-by, nor asking questions.

Not only the soldiers at the city gate, but also the people in the entire Dengzhou Mansion seemed to be very lazy, walking lazily, and they could trample dozens of ants to death with one foot.

Song Xing, who is accustomed to a fast pace, is really a bit of an outlier among them, and it is eye-catching everywhere he walks, this feeling makes Song Xing very uncomfortable, like a man's back, so he has to slow down his pace as much as possible and try to make himself look lazy.

The most prosperous place in Dengzhou Mansion is Penglai Pavilion, one of the four famous buildings in ancient times, which is not only a place where literati and ink writers are attached to elegance, but also a gathering place for small merchants and hawkers.

Song Xing didn't have any perception of the skills of breaking the clay pot on his head and breaking the big stones on his chest, and what he wanted to see most was the original Penglai Pavilion in front of him without any modern modification.

He has been to three of the four famous buildings in ancient times, the first time he went to Tengwang Pavilion, when he approached the attic, he saw a large group of people squeezing the elevator there, and there was a kind of heart-wrenching pain in his heart, and then he came out.

When I went to the Yellow Crane Tower, it was being renovated, and there was scaffolding all around, and then there was no then, and I went out to eat a bowl of scenic noodles and left. As for Yueyang Tower, it was a holiday, and it was crowded with people, but in the final analysis, it didn't make him feel comfortable and happy.

Penglai Pavilion does not require a ticket, but it is not something that anyone who wants to enter can enter.

In the past few days, Penglai Pavilion seems to have been occupied by a person named Tian Chenghei, who is said to be chanting poems and lyrics with a group of famous scholars, and specially invited Liu Xiang'er, who was drunk in the Red Mansion, to stroke the pipa.

There are family guards in front of and behind the pavilion, and no invitation from Tian Chenghei will not let people enter at all, not to mention powerless outsiders like Song Xing, even the locals can only look at the tower and sigh.

As the so-called Hades is easy to provoke, the little ghosts are difficult to deal with, Song Xing is too lazy to be angry with these people, and he saw a gentleman in the southeast talking there, talking like spittle, and his interest was flying, but the audience was only three or five people.

Song Xing felt curious, and naturally stepped forward, and he didn't hear a reason for listening for a long time, looking like Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong, grabbing his eyebrows and beard, and putting all kinds of messy things together, this kind of level is called a strange thing if there are listeners.

When he shook his head and was about to go elsewhere, he suddenly heard a noisy noise from the side, and looked for prestige, but saw a drunken man leading two idlers through the middle of a group of vendors, either taking two copper plates here or two fruits there.

The small merchants and vendors along the way, when they saw this person coming, they couldn't help but smile and nod their heads as if they were their own grandfathers. Once the drunk man walked away, he either glared or spouted, and if his expression could kill people, that person would have died eighteen times long ago.

Seeing this scene, Song Xing couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, it is really a city management to kick the stall today, and there were scoundrels in ancient times, whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, it is really a luxury to find a clean street.

After the three of them finished scraping those small merchants and hawkers, they habitually came over, and when Mr. Storyteller saw this, he quickly put down the waking wood in his hand, ran over with a fart, nodded and said: "Lai Baye, your old man is here, just come and listen, just come and listen!" ”

"Who the fuck likes to listen to your bullshit here? Damn less nonsense, are you ready for today's case money? The man named Lai Ba snorted with wine, and he didn't give a damn about this storyteller.

The storyteller had a difficult face, looked back at the deserted storytelling field, and said with a wry smile: "Lai Baye, your old man has also seen it, there are only a few people who came to listen to the story today, you say ......."

"What the hell does this have to do with Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu cares about your money, if you don't hand it over today, Lao Tzu can hear that your daughter is tender and slippery, and I can't say it...... What's that...... Yes! ”

When Lai Ba said this, he swallowed his saliva fiercely, and the horizontal flesh on his face looked hideous.