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Planting rice in the depths,

Not deep or shallow lotus flowers.

This "Wu Xing Miscellaneous Poems" is a poem by the Qing Dynasty scholar Ruan Yuan.

Li Shuchong likes this poem very much, he has lived in the water town of Jiangnan since he was a child, and he is very familiar with the scenes depicted in the poem. The poems are simple and approachable, with both an innocent and natural taste and a thought-provoking reason.

The first two lines of the poem describe the natural condition of the rivers around Taihu Lake, which are crisscrossed by thousands of households and branches. It not only depicts the beautiful scenery of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, but also explains the natural conditions for farmers to produce aquatic plants. The last two sentences not only vividly reflect the busy scene of the peasants in the production of various aquatic plants such as rhombic planting, rice planting, and lotus planting, but also reflect the scientific attitude of the peasants to rationally arrange the planting varieties according to the water level of the lake and marshland according to local conditions.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and in the Western Han Dynasty, there were folk songs such as "Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian", which depicts the lively and joyful scene of lotus picking in Jiangnan.

It's a pity that even if it's the same beautiful scenery, the people on the boat are in a different mood.

Before the pond was finished, Ah Bi guided the boat through a clump of reeds and cocoons.

In this way, even Gu Mozhi was wary, secretly remembering the way of the boat, in case he would not get lost when he returned, but at a glance, the lotus leaves, water chestnut leaves, reeds, and cocoon white in the lake were all exactly the same, and the lotus leaves and water chestnut leaves floated on the water surface, and a gust of wind came at any time, and it would change, even if he remembered it clearly at the moment, the situation was completely different in an instant. Gu Mozhi, Cui Baiquan, and Guo Yanzhi kept looking at Ah Bi's eyes, all trying to see her methods and indicators of finding the way from her eyes. But she just casually picked the water and casually guided, as if these many criss-crossed, chessboard-like waterways were as clear as the palm prints in her palms, and they were born to know and did not need to be recognized.

So zigzag for more than two hours, not the card, in the distance to see the green willows in the distance, revealing a corner of the cornice. Abi said: "It's here, Uncle Huo, I'm so tired that you helped me row for half a day." Cui Baiquan smiled bitterly: "As long as there is Hongling to eat and Qingge to listen to, I will row him for ten or eight years, and I will not be tired." Ah Bi clapped his hands and smiled: "If you want to listen to the song and eat the ling, and the end of the customs lunch, don't go out in this lake for the rest of your life!"

Cui Baiquan couldn't help but be startled when he heard her say, "Don't go out here for the rest of your life", and squinted at her for a while, but seeing that she seemed to be completely inactive when she smiled and groaned, he couldn't rest assured.

Abi took the oars and rowed the boat straight into the shade of the willows, and when they got close, they saw a wooden ladder made of pine branches, hanging down to the water. Ah Bi tied the boat to the branch, and suddenly heard a small bird on the willow branch cry "Sasha Dusha, Sasha Dusha", and the voice was crisp. Ah Bi imitated the birdsong, also called a few times, turned around and smiled: "Please go ashore!"

One by one, they stepped ashore, and saw four or five houses scattered and built on an island or a peninsula. The house is small and exquisite, and quite elegant. The word "piano rhyme" is written on the plaque of the small house, and the pen is quite chic. Gu Mozhi said: "Is this the Swallow Dock Shenhezhuang?" Ah Bi shook his head and said, "No." This is where Childe has lived for me, a small place, and I really can't receive distinguished guests. However, this master said that he was going to pay homage to the tomb of Master Murong, and I couldn't be the master, so I had to ask a few people to wait here, and I would ask Sister Azhu. ”

When Gu Mozhi heard this, his heart was angry, and his face sank slightly. Not to mention that he was honored by the lord of the Tufan country, even if he came to the court of the Great Song Dynasty, Dali, and Western Xia, the monarchs of various countries would also be treated as honored guests, not to mention that he was an old friend of Mr. Murong, and this time he came to worship the tomb, Murong Gongzi didn't know beforehand, and he had already gone out, so it was okay, but this person did not invite him to the main hall guest house for a grand reception, but took him to the courtyard of a small maid, which was really annoying. But when he saw Abi smiling, he didn't mean to be contemptuous, and thought, "This little girl doesn't understand anything, why should I be like her." When I think of this verse, I am at peace.

Cui Baiquan asked, "Who is your sister Azhu?" Abi smiled: "Azhu is Azhu, Yi is only a month older than me, and Jiemo put up a sister's shelf." My name is Sister Yi, and my name is Jie Mo, who taught me to be a month? You don't need to call me Sister Yi, if you call Sister Yi, Yi will be more and more proud. She clucked and spoke softly, and if she played the orchestra, she led the four of them into the house.

When they arrived at the hall, Abi invited the guests to take their seats, and a male servant served tea and pastries. Duan Yu picked up the tea bowl, smelled a burst of fragrance, opened the bowl, and saw that there were deep blue tea leaves floating in the light green tea water, which were like small beads, full of delicate fluff. Duan Yu had never seen it before, and after taking a sip, he felt that his mouth was full of fragrance, and the bottom of his tongue was full of relish. Gu Mozhi and Cui and Guo saw that the tea was strange and they didn't dare to drink it. This bead-shaped tea is a special product of the mountain peaks near Taihu Lake, called "Biluochun" in later generations, there is no elegant name in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the local people call it "scare people incense", in order to say its fragrance. Gu Mo Zhixiang lived in the Western Regions and the Tufan Mountains, and was accustomed to drinking bitter black tea bricks, and when he saw such green and hairy tea, he couldn't help but suspect that it was poisonous.

Li Shuchong's hometown of Changnan County is also the hometown of famous tea, and the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" has the famous sentence "Merchants value profit and light parting, and Fuliang buys tea in the previous month". Green tea belongs to non-fermented tea, the fragrance type is generally fried bean aroma, chestnut fragrance, floral fragrance, belongs to the fragrance type of tea, boiling water will have a variety of dark fragrance faint attack. China's green tea has a long history, and there are countless types, such as West Lake Longjing, Dongting Biluochun, Taiping Houkui, Huangshan Maofeng, Deyuhuo Tea and so on.

Beyond the fragrant tea are pastries. The four-color dim sum is rose pine nut candy, poria soft cake, jade sweet cake, lotus root flour and ham dumplings, the shape is elegant, and each pastry seems to be not made to eat, but used for enjoyment.

Duan Yu praised: "These dim sum are so exquisite, the taste must be absolutely beautiful, but how can you teach people to be willing to open their mouths to eat?" Ah Bi smiled and said: "Childe just eat well, we still have it." "Duan Yu eats one thing and praises one thing, and he has a good life. Gu Mozhi and Cui Guo still didn't dare to eat it. Duan Yu was suspicious: "This Gu Mozhi claims to be Murong Bo's friend, how can he also be strictly vigilant everywhere? And the etiquette of Murong Zhuang to receive him doesn't seem to be quite right. ”

Gu Mozhi's patience was also really good, and after waiting for a long time, Duan Yu tasted all the tea and pastries, praised enough, and then said, "Then ask the girl to inform your sister Zhu." ”

Abi smiled: "Azhu's Zhuangzi is far from here the 49 waterway, it's too late to go today, the four of them stay here for one night, and early in the morning of the Ming Dynasty, I will send the four of them to 'listen to the perfume pavilion'." Cui Baiquan asked, "What is the 49 waterway?" Abi said: "19 is 9 miles, 298 miles, and 49 is 36 miles." You dial the abacus and figure it out. ”

It turns out that in the Jiangnan area, when it comes to the distance distance, it is always a calculation of 19 and 29.

Gu Mozhi said: "Knowing this, wouldn't it be refreshing for the girl to send us to listen to the perfume pavilion?" It's easy to have a few guests, a few flowers, and I'm going to keep a few of you for a day. ”

Guo Yanzhi had been calm and did not speak, but suddenly Huo Di stood up and shouted: "Where do the relatives of the Murong family live? I came to Hezhuang above Yan, not to drink tea and eat, let alone to laugh with you and relieve boredom, but to kill people and take revenge and shed blood. The surname has come here, and I don't want to regenerate this village. Girl, please go and say, I am a hundred-year-old disciple of the Barberry Sect, and I have come to take revenge on the master today!"

Ah Bi was neither frightened nor angry, and said: "There are always a few heroes and heroes on the rivers and lakes who come to visit their sons, and there are many uncles who are so fierce and vicious, and my little girl is not scared......"

Before she finished speaking, an old man with silver hair came out of the back hall, holding a cane in his hand, and said, "Abi, who is shouting here?"

Li Shuchong knew that the person who appeared was Ah Zhu in disguise. Although he did not come to the scene in person, he had already divided a "voyeuristic power" into Duan Yu's mind, wanting to see the demeanor of the legendary Sister Zhu.

In the eyes of a martial obsessive monk like Gu Mozhi, he must not be able to see her difference, let alone taste her vivid color, delicate and gratifying, naughty, empathetic, and clever. It is better to leave the delicate work of "smelling the fragrance and knowing the woman" to Duan Yu.

Cui Baiquan jumped out of the chair, stood side by side with Guo Yanzhi, and asked, "Who did my senior brother Ke Baisui die under?"

Duan Yu saw that the old man was hunched and bent back, his face was full of crepe lines, not ninety but eighty years old, only to hear him say in a hoarse voice: "Ke is 100 years old, Ke is 100 years old, well, if you live to be 100 years old, you should have died a long time ago!"

When Guo Yan arrived in Suzhou, he immediately wanted to go to Murong's house to kill and slash to avenge his teacher, but he just took away the blade for Gu Mozhi, and then met an innocent and lovely little girl like Ah Bi, full of resentment and no way to vent, at this time, listening to the old man's rudeness, the soft whip was swung, and the whip head was pointed at his vest. When he saw that Kumachi was sitting on the west head, to prevent him from intervening, the whip was swung from the east.

How do you know that Gu Mozhi stretched out his arm, and if there was magnetic force in his palm, he grabbed the soft whip from a distance and said: "Guo Daxia, we are guests from afar, we have something to say, and there is no need to use force." He rolled the whip into a ball and gave it back to him.

Guo Yanzhi's face was swollen and red, and he didn't accept it, and he didn't accept it, and he thought to himself: "Today's revenge is a big deal, and I would rather suffer a temporary humiliation, and I must have a blade in my hand." And he stretched out his hand and took it.

Gu Mozhi said to the old man: "Is this benefactor a relative or friend of Mr. Murong?" The old man smiled and said, "The old man is the old servant of the prince, what is the honorable name? I heard that the master is a good friend of our late master, I don't know what to order." Kumachi said: "I have to tell my son in person after seeing him." The old man said: "That's not a coincidence, the prince left to go out the day before yesterday, maybe he will come back one day." Hatomo asked, "Where did Childe go?"

The old man turned his head sideways, stretched out his hand and knocked on his forehead, and said, "Well, I'm old and confused, it seems that I went to the Western Xia Kingdom, and what kind of Liao Country I said, maybe it was Tubo, or it was Dali." ”

Gu Mozhi snorted, unhappy in his heart, at that time, the five kingdoms of the world were divided, except for the local area under the jurisdiction of the Great Song Dynasty, but this old man told all the other four countries. He knew that the old man was pretending to be nonsense, and said: "Even so, I won't wait for the son to come back, please ask the housekeeper to take me to Mr. Murong's tomb to pay respects, so as to fulfill the affection of the deceased." ”

The old man shook his hands and said, "I can't afford to be the master of this, and I'm not a steward. Gu Mozhi said: "Then who is the butler of the Zun Mansion? ”

The old man nodded again and again, and said, "Very good! I will go and ask the butler to come." He turned around, staggered out, and said to himself: "In these days, there are all kinds of bad people in the world, pretending to be monks and Taoists, and they want to come to deceive people." My old man hasn't seen anything, so he shouldn't be fooled by this. ”

Duan Yu laughed out loud. Ah Bi hurriedly said to Gu Mozhi: "Master, don't be angry, Old Uncle Huang is an old nonsense. He thinks he is wise, but he always offends people by speaking. ”

Cui Baiquan pulled Yanzhi's sleeve, stepped aside, and said in a low voice: "This thief bald claims to be a friend of the Murong family, but he is obviously not treated as a distinguished guest here. Let's not be reckless, let's see. Guo Yanzhi: "Yes!" The two returned to their seats.

But the bamboo chair that Guo Yanzhi was sitting on had been shattered by himself, and there was nowhere to sit. Ah Bi brought his chair over, and said with a smile: "Guo Daxia, please sit!" Guo Yanzhi nodded, thinking: "Even if I can kill the Murong family cleanly, this little girl will also be spared." ”

When Duan Yu came in, he vaguely felt that this matter was very awkward, and it seemed very wrong, but what was wrong was not at all. He carefully looked at the furnishings in this small hall, the flowers and trees in the courtyard, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and then looked at the four people of Abi, Jiu Mozhi, Cui Baiquan, and Guo Yanzhi, and found nothing special, but he felt more and more strange in his heart.

After a while, only the sound of footsteps could be heard, and a thin man in his fifties walked out of the inner hall, his face was burnt yellow, and he had a clump of goat's short beard under his beard, he looked shrewd and capable, and he was quite well-dressed, and he wore a Hanyu class finger on the little finger of his left hand, which seemed to be the housekeeper in Murong Mansion. The thin man saluted to Kumo Zhi and the others, and said, "The villain Sun San greets you. Master, you are going to pay respects to our old man's tomb, and we are so grateful. But the prince went out, and no one returned the courtesy, and he was not respectful enough. When the prince returns, the villain will definitely tell the master of his intentions to ......"

When he said this, Duan Yu suddenly smelled a faint aroma, and his heart moved: "Strange, strange." ”

When the old servant came to the small hall, Duan Yu smelled a faint aroma. This fragrance is vaguely similar to the body fragrance on Mu Wanqing's body, although it is quite different, but in short, it is the fragrance of her daughter. At first, Duan Yu also said that the fragrance came from Ah Bi, and he didn't care, but as soon as the old servant walked out of the hall, the fragrance disappeared, and when the housekeeper who called himself Sun San walked into the hall, Duan Yu smelled this fragrance again, and then he realized that he felt awkward before, it turned out that it was for an eighty or ninety-year-old husband, smelling the body fragrance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and thinking: "Could it be that what strange flowers and flowers are planted in the back hall, and who comes out of the back hall with a faint fragrance?" Otherwise, the old servant and the thin man were both dressed as women. ”

Although this aroma made Duan Yu suspicious, in fact, the breath was extremely faint, and the three of them didn't notice it at all. Duan Yu was able to recognize it, just because he had experienced a wonderful moment with Mu Wanqing in the stone house, this faint virgin fragrance, others did not notice it at all, but it was unforgettable to him, much stronger than any musk, sandalwood, and flowers.

Although Gu Mozhi's internal skills are profound, he strictly abides by the color precepts all his life, with red faces and green sideburns, in his eyes he is just a white bone skeleton, fragrant powder and rouge, and his nose is straight with pus and blood filthy, and he doesn't know the difference between men and women's physique, and of course he can't tell the difference between "innocent virgin natural fragrance" and "vulgar woman's fat powder fragrance".

Li Shuchong simply transferred the "power of voyeurism" and "power of character" in Gu Mozhi's mind to "Sun San", that is, Azhu's mind, wanting to have a deeper understanding of her character and charm.

In fact, without the detailed annotation of "The Power of Character", how could he, who was familiar with "Tianlong Babu", forget Azhu's natural beauty and tragic fate? At this time, Sha Baoliang's slightly hoarse singing voice seemed to sound in his ears:

When the petals leave the flower,

Dark fragrance residue.

After the wind and rain,

No one came to sniff it.

If love tells me to go on,

I will fight to the end of love.

If the heart dies in splendor,

Love will be reborn in the ashes.

When you can't forget the lingering whispers,

Honor me with your smile......