Section 9: The tragedy of Wu Chengen

The singing gradually lowered, the late spring night was still a little cool, and there was always a time when the song was finished, and all that was left was silence. The moonlight turned pale, and the faces were like ghosts. If the atmosphere is not adjusted, the camp may develop into a ghost domain. Yun Ye cleared his throat: "The brothers all sit here, everyone doesn't want to sleep anyway, since they all find it boring, I have a story here, tell you to listen, do you want to hear it?" "Everyone laughed in unison, adults told stories, it doesn't matter if it's good or not, it's not important to compliment it first, and then talk about it, the official tells the sergeant about the ancient times itself is fresh. These guys are considered to be good soldiers.

Yun Ye's mind quickly flashed the story he knew, yes, that's it, Tang Xuanzang, I'm afraid this guy hasn't gone to India yet, the vigorous Journey to the West, there is no shadow yet, the "Journey to the West" that I read since I was a child can't let Wu Chengen specialize in beauty, Lao Tzu will come out now, who can dare to accuse me of plagiarism? Wu Chengen? His grandfather's grandfather hasn't been born yet, so it's him.

According to legend, after Pangu opened the world, the three emperors ruled the world, the five emperors Dinglun, and the whole world was divided into: Dongsheng Shenzhou, West Niuhe Prefecture, South Zhanbu Prefecture and North Juluzhou. Legend has it that Dongsheng Shenzhou has an proud country, near the sea, there is an island in the sea, there is a flower and fruit mountain on the island, this mountain is extraordinary, it is the ancestral vein of the ten continents, the dragon from the four seas......

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Under the cold moonlight, the chests of the men on the river beach were full of anger, such a hero was weighed down by the cold secular laws under the Five Fingers Mountain, and there was no way to enter the heavens and the earth. Watching the cow boy under the mountain turn from a drooping year to an old man in an instant, he can only look at the goshawk outside the sky and yearn for freedom. Cheng Chumo clenched his fists with both hands and slammed them on the sand, unable to disperse the suppressed resentment in his heart. "Why?" Cheng Chumo stared at Yun Ye viciously, as if he was the culprit who pressed the Monkey King down the mountain.

"Power needs to be restrained, unrestrained power is a double-edged sword, hurting others, hurting oneself, the fate of the Monkey King is already doomed at the same time as it gets power, Brother Cheng, it's just a story, why be serious, tonight the moon is bright, you and my brother might as well have a long talk, the little brother has not been in the world for a long time, the world does not know the human etiquette at all, the prosperous little brother in the world is afraid that there is no place to stand, and I hope that Brother Cheng will teach me."

Yun Ye's heartless appearance with a grin, made Cheng Chumo full of anger and had nowhere to vent, waved his hand fiercely, and laughed again in a blink of an eye, feeling embarrassed for his gaffe, lying next to Yun Ye, and stabbing Yun Ye's arm; 'Let's talk about it again, such a good story makes people itch, how to sleep if you can't finish listening, do you want to listen to it? This guy's demagogic voice just fell. The surrounding sergeants surrounded him with a loud noise, and the thieves looked at Yun Ye with glittering eyes, and they had goosebumps all over their bodies, helplessly, in a low and soothing voice, the sad monkey continued to wait in helplessness for the monks who were about to arrive in Chang'an City.

As the days passed, the salt packets were stacked higher and higher day by day, the story meeting after dinner was getting longer and longer, and Yun Ye's Guanzhong dialect was becoming more and more familiar.

Zuo Wuwei's general Cheng Yanjin has been laughing so hard that he can't close his mouth these days, and the night owl-like laughter has been hovering over the camp. Especially after sending away the eldest grandson Wuji of Changle Wang Youliang, he smiled heroically, and exchanged five hundred catties of salt for fifty horses of the Western Regions BMW of the eldest grandson Wuji. Lao Cheng patted his belly with satisfaction, in the past three months, poor Lao Cheng has gnawed on vinegar cloth every day, and the old man's teeth have fallen, thinking about a rancid taste and turning out from his stomach. It's not that the old man is lacking the salt he eats, it's just that the whole army is soaked in vinegar cloth, is the old man eating salt alone? The military spirit is still missing. Good luck for my own boy, pick up a fourteen-year-old doll and do a big thing. There is no root yet, the master who teaches the ability is dead, just such a lone seedling, okay, as soon as the edict of His Majesty in Beijing arrives, I have to finalize the official position of this doll and tie it to my old Cheng chariot. His own kid is also the master whose eyes grow to the door of the brain, and if he can enter his eyes, it will not be too bad, and a person who doesn't want to hand over the priceless secret recipe without thinking about it, how bad is the performance? For a soldier who has been friends for less than a day, he dares to make a bet with his head, and the kid is not happy to get Zuo Wuwei, then my old Cheng was kicked in the head by a donkey. It's just that I was beaten up after helping him, so I didn't care about him, the two boys got along for a long time, and I guarantee that there will be no such thing. The whole body is full of strange things, and there is not a single ordinary product taken out, and the origin of this kid is probably not small. Ordinary people's half-sized children, it would be good to see the army standing, let alone fight on the basis of reason. Well, when this kid has enough 100,000 catties of salt, he will call him over and take a look. I Lao Cheng can't see that he only knows Zi Yue Shiyun's sour ding, like this kind of literate guy who can solve big things, is the treasure of treasures. Xu Maogong, this guy, no, now his name is Li Ji, he is this kind of talent who is full of bad water and knows everything, whether the brother for many years has the ability to see it early, and the little guy picked up by his son will not be simple. From the marching secretary of the seventh grade to tie it up first, after seeing it, as long as he has real skills, Zuo Wuwei is so big, isn't it enough to toss? …,

Cheng Chumo sent salt to the camp every ten days, 10,000 catties each time, this is already the sixth trip, and he will complete the task assigned by his father after four more trips. When I thought that the imperial court only allowed me to mine 100,000 catties, and that the salt works must be handed over to the local area at the end of July, my heart ached. As soon as I entered the handsome tent, I saw my father sitting alone in the case, and his fingers knocked on the case. I don't know what I'm thinking, so I hurriedly arched my hand and sang: "Captain Cheng silently saw the marshal, the 10,000 catties of salt this decade have been paid in full, and now I am ready to go back to the salt field, I don't know what the marshal commands?" "There are no fathers and sons in the barracks, only generals and captains.

Lao Cheng looked up at his son and always felt that something was wrong, huh? The son who usually has oily twists has become clean and tidy, his eyebrows are more durable than before, and the lice have not crawled out of his hair, and his bones are full of spirit. In the end, it is its own species, spirit.

Cheng Chu silently saw that his father was silent, and hurriedly took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, and stepped forward to give it to his father.

Cheng Yanjin opened the paper package suspiciously, but saw a flatbread wrapped in it, baked with butter and yellow. It smells like wheat. When Lao Cheng saw it, his heart was relieved, he knew that he had honored Lao Tzu, picked up the flatbread, took a big bite, the bread tasted very good, crispy and fragrant. It is different from the bread that you eat on a daily basis. Cheng Chu silently saw his father eating cakes, poured a cup of tea and respectfully held it to Lao Cheng. After Lao Cheng finished eating the cake and drank two sips of tea, he opened his mouth and said, "Dad, what's the matter with this cake"?

Lao Cheng said casually: "Yes, the cook in the camp should be pulled to feed the dogs, this big cake is made by Yun Boy?" It's not that Daddy said that you, you have the kung fu to eat, and two catties of salt are serious, seeing that the time stipulated by the imperial court is coming, now one pound less, we Zuo Wuwei will have one less pound of salt, what are you doing with this flower work, I am your old man, do you want to pay tribute? ”

Cheng Chumo hurriedly explained: "Daddy, this is the special military food made by Brother Yun, our army is on the march, and we are in a hurry, and we don't have time to eat, so we gnaw two mouthfuls of flatbread, this flatbread is cold and hard, many sergeants eat it, and the stomach is swollen, and the abdominal pain is terrible, and it is unwise to depreciate the military strength without fighting." So Brother Yun specially made this kind of cake, hurry up, eat two bites and drink saliva, you can be hungry. It is the best military ration, and besides, this kind of bread can stay good for a month in July. ”

'What? January isn't bad? It's true? “

"That's true, the child specially tried, and it didn't go bad in a cloth bag for a month, and it didn't smell any peculiar smell."

"Did Yun Boy dedicate this law to the imperial court? Aren't there any requirements? ”

"Daddy, Brother Yun is the child's brother, this cake was made by the child when he said that his father had gastrointestinal problems, and he also said: In addition to being a good hand in the war, all the big and small in the barracks are stupid. Knowing that there was something wrong with the military rations, he didn't know how to change it, and he deserved to suffer for such a long time. ”

Cheng Yanjin didn't make a sound, lowered his head and pondered, and made a decision in a moment: "Pass my general order, and order Yun Ye to come to the camp to see me quickly." ”