Bypass a female wall with four big characters written on "Yuehu Wharf", what appears in front of everyone is an open sandy land, in the center of the sandy land, there is a high platform made of stones, about two zhang high, a white stone statue is erected on the high platform, Zhao Qingzhou looked up, only to see that this statue is a military general wearing armor and a crown, and is standing majestically holding a sword and facing the lake.

Zhao Qingzhou took a few steps forward, wanting to see the face of the sculpture clearly: he saw that the man had a wide forehead and sword eyebrows, a long beard and a long beard, and a handsome body. At first glance, it is intimidating, but when you look at it again, you feel that this sculpture has a sharp wind between the eyebrows, describing Xiuwei, and people are willing to go on a blind date. Zhao Qingzhou exclaimed lightly, stood up and asked Lao Fan, "This is General Yue?" ”

Lao Fan nodded with a smile and said: "Exactly, this statue was carved by the craftsmen in the palace thirty years ago when Emperor Xiaozong ordered people to repair Yue's tomb in the village. At that time, there were old people in the village who had seen General Yue and said that this stone statue was exactly the same as the king of E on the battlefield. When I was a teenager at that time, I didn't have the opportunity to see General Yue's true face, so I came here every day to guard this stone statue and look at it, thinking that one day I would also serve the country like the king of E. ”

After that, he smiled, shook his head and sighed: "Now that I'm old, I don't have that kind of mental strength anymore, I just want to live a few days of peace, guard the children, guard this village, and spend a day as a day." Zhao Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Where is the old man, you are so healthy, you can do it, you will be able to live a prosperous life, don't say such frustrating words." Lao Fan was very happy when he heard this, and led Zhao Qingzhou to come closer and look at the inscription engraved on the high platform.

Originally, on the north, south, west and east sides of the high platform, the characters in different fonts were engraved with the epitaph of Emperor Xiaozong's imperial book, the chronology of General Yue Fei's life, as well as genealogy and articles and poems, which circled the high platform for a week. Zhang Yunhua and Su Mengtang also followed at this time, stopped side by side in front of the stage, looked at the content of the epitaph, and whispered.

Zhao Qingzhou came back from watching around the stage for a while, happened to meet the two of them, and said with a smile: "Who would have thought that on the way to escape, we would still have this heart and stop to look at these ruins." Zhang Yunhua said: "Perhaps, this is what Master Su said, 'Why not chant and walk slowly'." With that, the two of them laughed heartily. Although Lao Fan couldn't understand why they were laughing, he was driven by this atmosphere, laughed along, and continued to lead the way.

Looking back from this high platform, there are a number of cottages dotted around, built against the backdrop of the mountain and water, scattered at the foot of the mountain, from here several different wide and narrow roads lead to the village. Lao Fan pointed to the widest road in front of him: "This road is to the temple of King Yue, and the official family's honor guard is here, and it is also passable, so it is extra smooth." ”

Several people followed the direction of his finger to look and saw that the road was indeed very straight and regular, and in front of the shops on both sides of the road, at this time there was a puff of yellow and clear wild chrysanthemums, and they were handed out and drove straight to the door of a grand temple of black color. The gate of this temple is being built towards the main road, and the road is cut off with great pride, so there is no need to ask, and those who see it will know that this must be the temple of King Yue.

A few people's eyes further ahead, they can also see the towering ancient trees in the temple that are several feet higher than the temple gate. Seeing the vigorous posture and cold blue color of this ancient tree, you can already imagine the solemn and solemn atmosphere in the temple. But Lao Fan did not stop at the intersection of the road, and continued to walk towards a small road to the east, and everyone followed his pace and walked on this path to the east.

The trail also has the benefit of a trail, with a small stream flowing through the middle of the trail and joining the West Lake to the south. On both sides of the stream, there are two rows of village dwellings, both of which have small courtyards in front of the village gates, and the courtyard gates all face the bluestone paved path. At this time, it is noon, the villagers are cooking in their own yards, the aroma of fish and shrimp wafts, and there are a few village women by the stream who are pounding clothes and laughing, a scene of peace and happiness.

Lao Fan walked all the way, while greeting the neighbors in the small courtyard of the fence warmly and naturally, Zhao Qingzhou and others followed him, and they couldn't help but be infected by the enthusiasm of the people in the village, and nodded all the way with a simple and kind face that they didn't know each other. Some people who walked by on the road laughed with Lao Fan: "Lao Fan, do you have a banquet at your house today, and a group of guests invite them to their homes, what are the happy events?" ”

Lao Fan said: "I have been doing good deeds every day, and today I ask for a few Bodhisattvas to come to my home, and you can only go with your eyes." After that, they smiled at each other, passed by, and had a good time. Zhao Qingzhou, Zhang Yunhua, and Su Mengtang glanced at each other, and they all saw a warm smile in each other's eyes. As they were walking, they suddenly saw a swarthy boy walk out of the fence gate not far in front of them and greet them.

"Daddy, I heard your voice and knew you were back." The young man and the old fan live like carved out of a mold, and even the laugh lines around the eyes when they laugh are exactly the same. When Lao Fan saw the young man, his smile suddenly became very kind, and he said, "Mi'er, you came back early today, come and meet a few distinguished guests." The young man was not timid, and came to him, and saluted respectfully.

The three of them hurriedly returned the salute, and heard the young man say, "Daddy, I know, these guests must be the guests brought by the brothers, and they are together." Hearing this, Zhao Qingzhou asked, "Where are the guests of Fang Cai now?" As soon as the boy wanted to turn around and point to his home, a small figure suddenly appeared at the door of the house, standing on the road, and looked at them.

"March." Su Mengtang exclaimed in surprise and ran towards the small figure. At this time, Ximen March also recognized that under the coarse cloth robe, it was his master, and shouted loudly, "Master!" He ran over quickly, crashed into Su Mengtang's arms, and cried. Seeing Ximen March, Zhang Yunhua's eyes hurriedly looked at the door, expecting another small figure to appear immediately and come to his side.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingzhou gently pushed him and motioned him to find Qiuqiu quickly, Zhang Yunhua reacted and walked quickly to the front, when he passed by Su Mengtang, he looked back at Zhao Qingzhou, and Qingzhou hurriedly said: "You go quickly, I'll take care of it here." ”

Before Qiuqiu heard Ximen March shouting Master, she was sitting obediently on a bamboo chair, with Ou Jinshu and Ning'er, helping Grandma make fish cakes, and when she heard Ximen's cry, she jumped off the chair with the fish cakes in her hand and walked quickly towards the fence. From the gap between the fences, she suddenly saw a silver figure flash quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of the door.

"Master." Seeing Yunhua's anxious face, Qiuqiu's eyes were hot and she stood in place. Zhang Yunhua said "hey", his voice trembled slightly, he walked over, squatted beside Qiuqiu, held her by his side with one hand, and swallowed the various feelings that came to his heart, only lowered his head and said softly: "Xiaoqiubao's fish cakes are so beautiful." ”