Chapter 123: The Messenger
The side of the road is quite empty, some gravel and weeds, uneven, it is inconvenient to walk, and the wooden wheels go up, and most of them will fall apart if you can't go far.
But there is no problem with this place for archery.
Chen An leaned sideways, pulled his bow a few points, and the long arrow flew out, hit some dirt on the ground, and lay down straight.
"Brother, help me pick up that arrow, a few more times, I'm sure I'll be able to shoot accurately." Chen An commanded on the ox cart.
"Pick it up yourself." Chen Ping said, "Just that arrow, if you lose it, you won't have to play." ”
Chen An only pulled it twice, and the long bow without arrows was useless in his hand, and before he could finish his fun, he saw Chen Ping running to the front, and he really didn't pick up the long arrow for himself, so he had to cling to the side of the ox cart and jumped down.
"Be careful, don't fall." Liu Shi caught Chen An, "Slow down." ”
After running more than ten steps, he already wore a lot in winter, Chen An took the long arrow back to the ox cart, and wanted to get the long bow, but saw that the little lady was holding the bowstring and pulling it there.
"The little lady gave me the bow, don't break it, then you won't have to play." Chen An reached out to grab the longbow.
But I just got a toy, where is the little lady willing to let go, holding on to it with both hands, but refusing to let go.
"Grab ...... Big brother, help the little lady. The little lady grabbed it on the one hand, and asked Chen Ping who came over for help on the other hand, "Second brother...... Bad. ”
"What did you say to you? Brother and sister should be humble and loving, you have played twice, how about letting the little lady play? Chen Ping persuaded, obviously helping the bias, "Don't use force, this bowstring will be broken." ”
"Brother, you just said you wanted to play for me." Chen An said unconvinced.
argued with the little lady, never won, and simply let go.
Victorious, Xiao Niang climbed behind the ox cart and pointed at Chen An, which was an arrow, Chen An was helpless, followed a few steps forward, and handed the long arrow in his hand.
"The two of them can also play, you must know that when the two armies fight, it is also very important to pick up this long arrow." Chen Ping said nonsense, "Have you heard of Zhuge Liang?" ”
The bow lady couldn't pull it, she played it twice, and learned from the two brothers, and the little lady threw the long arrow down the ox cart with one hand.
"Brother, look, the little lady can't do it." Chen An picked up the long arrow and gave it to Xiao Niang, and guided by the way, "Xiao Niang's long arrow can't be thrown, it has to be put on the bowstring, like this...... You give me the bow and the second brother shoots it to you, okay? ”
"The second brother is bad."
The words were not good, but the little lady raised her hand and threw the long arrow towards Chen An.
"I won't pick it up." Chen An lost his temper and wanted to climb onto the ox cart.
"So, brother, I'll tell you a story." Chen Ping'an caressed, "This story is called borrowing arrows from grass boats, after listening to this story, you will know that picking up arrows is also a technical job, and it is one of the necessary qualities of an archer." ”
Chen An listened as if he didn't understand, and secretly wrote down the words "two skills" and "quality".
For the story, Chen An still likes it, Chen Ping started to say something, and then began to talk about the straw boat borrowing arrows.
Naturally, as needed, Chen Ping removed some unnecessary or controversial sentences and added something else to make the theme of the story more in line with the ideas he wanted to express and convey.
This long sentence, in layman's terms, is the word brainwashing.
Chen Ping has done this more than once, and the objects are also young and old, and now they are really skilled in using it, even the Liu family and Chen Xiaoyi on the side of the morning glory also listened.
When immersed in something, time flies quickly, Chen Ping plays the role of a storyteller, talking all the way, the little lady throws out a long arrow, and Chen An rushes over to pick it up.
"Yes, it's a good position. But it's not good enough, your head is so high, the enemy shoots an arrow, and your head can't be a gourd? ”
"The ass is too upright, low, the terrain over there is raised, you should take advantage of the terrain to cover and not show your body."
Chen Ping commented from time to time and suggested a few words.
There was some fun along the way, not so dry and boring.
If the sun was still there, it would be easy to discern, but now it can only be cut off by following the nearby village houses and fields.
The sky became more and more cloudy, the ox cart turned a corner, walked out of the village road and walked onto the avenue, passing by a post station, and there were more pedestrians.
"Four or five miles away." The post station on the side of this avenue is obviously a landmark, Chen Xiaoyi said.
Chen Ping set his sights on the post station on the side of the avenue, in fact, at this time, the post station was mostly called Chuanyi, which refers to the Chuanshe, which is in charge of accommodation, and the post is in charge of communication. Accommodation and communication were mostly separated before the Sui Dynasty, but after entering the Sui Dynasty, the two were integrated.
"Grandpa, does this avenue lead to Jiangyang?" The road was very wide, with some elm trees planted on both sides, and the interpreter occupied a large area, and when he walked by the side, Chen Ping saw some tables and chairs in the post hall, and there were guards in purple robes among them.
On such a cold day, there are still guards coming and going, and this avenue is at least a provincial route.
You know, at this time, the system of the post is still relatively perfect, the post is to pass the symbol, the note to write the itinerary, which post to walk, how many days to go, if the delay is to be punished. Sui Law is not clear, but it can be calculated according to Tang Law, and it will cost thirty lashes a day to delay official business.
The Tang law is based on the Sui law, and the difference between the two should not be big. Not only that, but it is not allowed to make a detour home or visit relatives and friends on the way to the post, it is not allowed to bring more goods without permission, and it is not allowed to stay at the interpreter for more than three days.
All kinds of regulations are quite strict. The guards in the post hall thought that they were public, and they had entered the post in the past few days.
"Jiang Yang? What is that place? "I don't want Chen Xiaoyi to listen to Chen Ping say this, but I don't know Jiangyang.
Isn't it? When the ox cart passed the post, Chen Ping didn't see more, only heard a few neighing horses and donkeys.
Contrary to what most people think, there are not only horses in this post, but also donkeys. And this horse is also divided into two kinds, one is a stagecoach, which is provided for urgent matters, and the number is not much, and most of them are good horses, and the other is a passing horse, which is a delay, more than a stagecoach, and the level is one level lower than that of a stagecoach.
Of course, there is also a donkey under the horse, which is a lower level.
"Liuhe County is not far from Jiangyang, although it is in the west, but after all, it is next to each other, and there is no reason not to build a road to pass through." Chen Ping pondered, could it be that he guessed wrong?
"This road leads to Hanjiang County." Chen Xiaoyi said.
Hanjiang County?
Chen Ping pondered, and finally remembered that Jiangyang's original name was Guangling, which was renamed Hanjiang during the Kaihuang period, and renamed Jiangyang again in the early years of the Great Cause.
As for why Chen Ping has an impression, one is because he is interested in these historical scraps, and the other is that there is a special place in Jiangyang, where Yang Guang was killed, and Jiangdu Palace and Yang Palace are both in Jiangyang.
"It's snowing." The fine particles floated down and landed on his face, Chen Ping's palm stretched out, and the snow seeds bounced in his palm.
Good thing it wasn't rain.