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The blue sky is like a wash, the gentle sun hangs in the sky, and the warm sunlight shines on every corner of Haizhou City.

In the distance, the bamboo and pine forests after the snow melts, with the breeze undulating, a lush green, new verdant dripping. Occasionally, there is a gap between them, revealing the earthy red skin of the demon of Shushan, which makes people can't help but take a closer look.

After a long period of snow and cold weather, now that it is clear, people's joy is overflowing. Inside and outside the city, calling friends and going out one after another. Although the roads are muddy, it still can't stop people from going out.

Today is a major ceremony to commemorate Confucius in the Confucian Temple of Haizhou City. Legend has it that the northeast foot of Jinping Mountain in the east of Haizhou City, the peak called Longxing Mountain in the Tang Dynasty, Confucius once climbed this mountain and looked at the East China Sea, and I don't know when this mountain was called Kongwang Mountain. The ceremony began from the Temple of Literature, burning incense, beating drums and ringing bells, and all the literati bowed three times and bowed nine times. Later, the people celebrated with the lion dance on the Confucian Temple Street, and the dragon river in front of the street played in the water, and the literati each composed a composition to sacrifice it. Haizhou Confucianism selected ten articles in the public texts and sent them to Kongwangshan stone tablet for seal carving. It is said that the descendants of the Confucian family came from Qufu, Shandong, because this memorial ceremony is even more than in previous years.

As for the descendants of the Confucian family, the people will not flock to it. They bring their families and good neighbors and friends to wander among the stalls and vendors, even if they don't buy anything, they have endless fun picking east and west.

In this memorial ceremony, the Haizhou Prefecture Yamen can be described as bleeding heavily. Today, as long as there are stalls on Confucian Temple Street, all are tax-free, which is the first time in the world. No, as soon as the news came out, the big and small vendors in the nearby counties heard the news, and even those small people put all kinds of mountain vegetables pickled by themselves on the streets of the Confucian Temple. When the literati saw it, they all shook their heads and whispered, the copper smell was all over the street. Even so, the big and small officials of the Yamen of Kezhou are still happy, just because the boss of Huai'an Mansion, who is in the same city, praises each other, and loves the people like a son but is an innocent official reputation, which cannot be bought with gold and silver. They were stunned, their heads were hot, and they actually scattered all the head-catching and fast-catching officials into the Confucian Temple Street, in the name of ensuring the safety of the people. No, they accompanied the descendants of the Kong family, and they didn't even serve tea and pour water. After staring at each other, Mr. Wenfang had to go.

At this time, on the Confucian Temple Street, the pennant was fluttering, crowded with people, and there was laughter. In the middle of the street, jugglers, lion dancers, entertainers, and book-singing people attracted bursts of applause. Children weave through the crowd and chase freely, drawing exclamations and reprimands from adults. The street stall vendors are backed by the teahouse and winery, and the singing promise is ushered in. It's a real prosperity.

Suddenly, I heard the bells and drums ringing in unison, and it turned out that the auspicious time had arrived. There are two huge incense burners outside the gate of the Confucian Temple, and I don't know when the sandalwood is lit, and the green smoke is curling. The sound of chanting in the temple came out of the temple, and the street couldn't help but be silent. Even whispering softly will attract angry eyes from others.

"Knock" "Knock" "Knock" ...... Nine drums sounded.

In the crowd standing on the street, there was a stir, and many scholars knelt on the ground facing the Temple of Literature. The people were at a loss, and then they remembered that it was time to worship Confucius. So in the midst of many blank eyes and dissatisfaction, they fell to their knees. When the child saw the many buttocks, he couldn't help but smile and point. Instantly, he was pressed to the ground by the big hand stretched out next to him, and he wanted to cry with a pouted mouth, and when he saw the solemn looks of the adults, he had to put away his surname and kneel aside in a proper manner.

After three bows and nine knocks, the melodious bell sounded. The people had already gotten up, and before the mud on their trouser legs was wiped off, they had already flocked to the Dragon River in front of Confucian Temple Street with laughter. I hated those who read books with itchy teeth, and I couldn't help but muttered and shook my head. They slowly stood up, Sven removed the mud from his robes, and walked towards the side hall of the Temple of Literature in groups of three or five.

At this time, pennants were planted on both sides of the Dragon River, and the stone railings by the stone embankment were full of adults and children. Shouting, pointing, and bustling.

The Dongshi Bridge spans the Dragon River at the eastern end of the Long River. At this moment, there are many strong men on the bridge who are only wearing a pair of obscene pants, exposing the transverse tendons of their upper bodies. With a calm expression, talking in twos and threes, these are all men who participated in the Dragon River water competition. Although it is the end of the year, the sun is in the sky, and the temperature is rising, but the slightest cold wind blows on people, and there is still a chill. The people looked at them with adoration, pointing, and commenting on who would come out on top this year.

On the side of the Dongshi Bridge, a gong sounded. The strong men plunged under the bridge into the water, slippery like loaches in the water, tangling and wrestling with each other, preventing others from moving forward, but they themselves struggled forward.

The sound of the gong instantly ignited the passion of the people on both sides of the strait, and no matter whether they knew each other or not, they all shouted loudly and shouted cheers.

The officials at the West End of the Dragon River and the West City Bridge Colored Ball were also facing the east, shouting, and everyone looked at the group of strong men playing in the water.

Tong Hang behind the bridge nodded to Ma Chenghai, and the two quietly retreated off the bridge, and the people behind thanked them again and again for giving way.

When he came to no man's land, Ma Chenghai couldn't help but be a little worried, and said, "Childe, don't let your subordinates come down." The son has a golden body, and he can't easily get into danger. ”

"Do you think the surname Shui is better than me?" Tong Hang said as he undressed. Winter swimming, in the later Celestial Empire, was one of his great hobbies. He grew up by the sea since he was a child, and water is his second mother!

"This ......" Ma Chenghai remembered Childe's kung fu of winter swimming under the ice in the pond of the Black Smoky Cliff Valley, and couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"That's the end of it!" Tong Hang took off his pants, handed them to Ma Chenghai, and said, "Wait for me at the archway outside the Lijiang Library in the south of the city." ”

"Cards...... The torii? Ma Chenghai gasped, this is too far, right?

"Go, there are few people there, and it's good to go ashore when it's done!" Tong Hang picked up the meter-long bamboo placed on the ground and jumped into the Dragon River.

Ma Chenghai on the shore had no choice but to wrap his clothes in a package and hurriedly ran to the archway.

The Dragon River is in full swing. The strong men in the water marched and scuffled in the water, and some of them gradually lost their strength, and they were defeated, and they barely swam to the river, and were pulled up to the riverbank by the officials who came. The physically strong ones are still struggling to support themselves in the water, and the Water Gate Skeleton Ghost is one of them.

The walker is one hundred and a half ninety, and the skeleton ghost looks at the colored balls hanging down from the Xishi Bridge not far in front of him, and rows forward with all his might.

A man from behind caught up and grabbed his legs. Amid the exclamations of the people on the shore, the two sank to the bottom at the same time.

The ancients were not environmentally conscious and often dumped household garbage into the Dragon River, but fortunately, the water of the Dragon River is living water, but despite this, the visibility in the water is still very low.

The two of them scuffled in the water, and the people on the shore could not see it at all, except for the occasional bubbles and bursts of muddy water, indicating that the two were still fighting at the bottom of the river. People couldn't help but get worried, clenched their fists, stared nervously at the water, and even children stopped making noise.

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