"I'm from Watertown, not out of nowhere. Piao Ranzi smiled.

"Is it really a descendant of the Chu family?" Of course Sun Erxiao didn't believe it. "What's your name? What credentials do you have? Now liars are everywhere. ”

"This ・・・・・・" Piao Ranzi of course has no evidence, he can prove that he is a descendant of the Chu family, hey, he was a person a thousand years ago, and now he has become a descendant of the Chu family, how can he prove it?" When you go back to your hometown in Shuicheng and just take a casual look, how can you be considered a liar?"

"Two old men, in this society, who has the word liar written on the door of their head? You should be careful. Sun Er said.

Piao Ranzi looked at this shopkeeper, it was very ridiculous, he was a local dignitary a year ago, and now he was worried that he was a liar. "Two old men, since the guy said I was a liar, I will go to the Huishui River and say goodbye. ”

"Slow down," Ji Xiuxiu hurriedly stopped him and asked him, "What are you doing in Huishui River?"

"I've been here since I was a kid, so let's go back to the same place. Piaoranzi said.

"We are also going to take you to the Huishui River to see the scenery of the Feixian Bridge. It doesn't matter if you are a descendant of the Chu family or not, it doesn't matter, our brothers are buried in loess to their necks, what else can you deceive?" Ji Bian Xiu said to Sun Erxiao: "Don't be rude to the next child, let's take him to see the Feixian Bridge, and let him know that the great achievements of the ancestors of the Chu family." ”

Sun Erxiao didn't talk back. The three of them finished the refreshments, to be exact, the two of them finished the refreshments. Then hit the road and continue east.

After walking a few miles, Piaoranzi felt cooler and cooler, with the sea breeze slowly, a pleasant tide sound, first saw a long rainbow, across the wide river, and then, saw the Huishui River that he was familiar with.

The Huishui River, which is haunted by dreams, ran forward quickly, stood under the banyan tree on the bank, and looked at the river, floating and golden, and the waves rolling, so a wide river.

After a long time of walking on the white rainbow, Yaotai missed the jade cup empty. The bottom of the Qingjiang River is shaken on a sunny day, and the waves are rising and falling in the evening day. This is to describe the tide of the Qiantang River, and it is the same to describe here.

In the eighteen years before his death, Piao Ranzi has been here countless times, standing under the banyan tree countless times, looking at the river, and today, I finally see the Huishui River in my hometown.

"Chu Housheng, you see, the 'rainbow' across the two sides of the strait was funded and built by the ancestors. Ji Xiuxiu walked up to him and said slowly.

"What?my ancestor?what's his name?"

"Hehe, why did you forget, your ancestor is Chu Piaoran," Ji Xiu said with a smile. "Let's go up to the bridge and watch. ”

Ji Xiuxiu led Piaoranzi and walked towards the bridge. On both sides of the bridge, extending more than ten miles from north to south, planted with willows, pines and cypresses, the purpose of the berm.

The Huishui River Bridge is strange in the world, and the flying rainbow hangs across the river. The three of them went on the bridge, the wide bridge deck, pedestrians were weaving, and there were people who knew Ji Xiu and greeted him.

"Chu Housheng, this cross-river bridge, the bridge deck is three zhang wide, the bridge is two thousand zhang long, it is the crown of Minzhou bridges. "Ji Bian cultivated.

"This Changhong Bridge took a lot of manpower and financial resources to build, right?" Piao Ranzi leaned on the railing and looked at the river.

"Then you still need to ask," the hukou clerk laughed. "I heard that Shuicheng was too guarded back then, and he was honest and honest, and he personally came here to command and work in order to build this bridge. ”

"What a parent. Piaoranzi said. "May I ask Ji Editor, how does this bridge be recorded in the "Shuicheng Mansion Chronicles"?"

"The records in the government records are mainly entered into first-hand information. "Ji Bian cultivated. There is a stone tablet on this side, which was written by Taishou himself in that year, and it recorded the grand occasion of repairing the bridge that year. ”

"Oh, I'll take a look. Piao Ranzi heard that there was a stone tablet, so he hurriedly walked over to take a look.

This tall stone monument stands on the side of the bridge on the opposite bank. At that time, it was bounded by this Huishui River, with Shuicheng in the west and Huixian in the east, and the river flowed into the East China Sea to the south.

Piao Ranzi stands in front of the stele, although after thousands of years, the text on the stele is still clearly visible, the font is dignified and beautiful, there is both the grace of the face and the muscles and bones of the willow body. I saw the four big characters on the title: The Story of the Flying Immortal Bridge. Here's what it looks like:

Huishui River is five miles wide, the water is fierce and the waves are urgent, there is no bridge to pass since ancient times, the people on both sides of the river are very hard, and it is inconvenient to travel. Ben Taishou brainstormed and planned to build a thoroughfare. Helplessly, the treasury is difficult, relying on the people's donations to build, there are men from the Shuicheng Wang clan, Chu Piaoran, who sold his wealth and turned into 30 taels of silver to help him. Later, 50,000 taels were raised, which began to be built in the eighteenth year of the life of this dynasty and took ten years. The bridge is 2,100 zhang long, three zhang wide, the people on both sides of the strait come and go conveniently, and commemorate it in this inscription.

The year name is written below, and the name of the writer is Mizujo Taishou.

Piao Ranzi's brain was buzzing, the previous said was good, the people on both sides of the strait, since ancient times, can only rely on boats in the past, and later, it is indeed to build a bridge, but how to raise the silver, but the language is unknown, only written: There is a man of the Shuicheng Wang clan, Chu Piaoran, who sells his wealth and turns it into silver twenty taels of help. This sentence made Piaoranzi ponder it incomprehensibly.

I remember the scene at that time, I only handed over the title deed of the old Confucian land, and asked him to raise more than 30,000 taels of silver, and he said that it was better to change the gold, and he would depend on him. But later, he threw gold leaves into the big boat in the river, and the more and more he threw them, the brocade box, and the gold taken out of it, was inexhaustible. I didn't think about the toss of my own patronage. I saw gold leaves flying all over the sky, and I was happy to visit. The gold leaves are shining gold, and there are many small gold flakes, and when they are all thrown, they finally hit the girl,

Then, the riverside ten thousand people shouted together, the old man came up, invited him to the splendid pavilion to discuss marriage, met Guanyin Bodhisattva, was sent to the West, and the future will not be known at all.

Now that I think about the scene, there are many suspicious things. It is recorded on the stele that he donated 300,000 taels of silver, and his family is afraid that he will go bankrupt.

Thinking of this, Piao Ranzi realized in his heart: Oh, isn't it that old Confucian who sold all his real estate, fields and shop shares?

No, where will he sell it overnight? Who in Shuicheng has such financial resources to buy them all? Can he exchange them all for gold leaves? Thinking of this, tears flowed from his eyes: How can his mother live when his family property is sold?

That's not right, Piao Ranzi thought again: According to the valuation of the year, his house, land, and shares of several shops are worth a total of 200,000 taels of silver, and where did the 300,000 taels recorded on the stone tablet come from?

Piao Ranzi was puzzled, and thought again: The family property is gone, and he is gone, how can his mother live?

"Oh my God, I had a thought of it, and I actually shed a hatred for eternity" Piaoranzi's tears blurred, touching the stone tablet with both hands, and slowly sat down