When Yue Guanchao was still standing on the mountain, he could already see the whole picture of the ancient castle tower, and I have to say that the ancients had outstanding wisdom.

This ancient building is similar to the Hakka tulou in Lingnan, the loess high wall is rippling in the wind and dust, standing in the town in the cold wind, it can be seen that the 20-meter-high fort wall is firmly built by bricks and thick wood, and there is yellow mud rammed earth to fix, which is higher than some three- and four-story hotels in Fengtian.

The rammed earth wall five meters from the ground is open everywhere to make windows, there are old-fashioned eaves inlaid in the window door opening, from a distance, countless archway lamps are staggered to build up, as if the outer wall is squatting with hundreds of swallowtail black eaves, it can be seen that the hanging stack corridor is arranged like a swimming snake, and the width is enough for people to move and circulate.

The difference between the fortress and the Hakka tulou is that the fortress is open on all sides, and the arch like the city gate has already opened the rotten wooden door, which shows that the people are cheering and jumping, and the fish are inside, and some old men are carrying their own Niuniu, and even squeezed out their shoes, just waiting for a single jumping to walk.

The chariots, horses, and people were all in unison, and the roar shook the sky, even if they were not interested in the festival, they had to wonder what they were doing.

"Let's stop making fun down there, let's go play on the tower, I think we have to count to the third floor to see it best."

A few people lost the carriage, and hid long spears and short knives, climbed the trestle corridor from outside the fortress, and crossed the stairs to the third floor, passing by countless shops during the process, it can be seen that the businessmen are busy, and even some sheep herds take the sheep through the plank road, bleating and trilling, baking people full of sheep's smell.

They came to the third floor and came to a teahouse!

Tables and chairs are mostly made of wood, and hot samovars are served throughout the day, teapots are bubbling with hot soup, and even the cooled pancakes have a hint of hot temperature.

They went out of the shop from the inner wall door, it can be seen that there is a distance of seven or eight meters from the shop to the railing, from bottom to top like a big terrace, the four or five layers of the shop are all supported, and the walk is creaking but very solid, there are pedestrians going up and down the stairs, gathering a lot of pedestrians in Wuyang, it can be seen that the three religions and nine streams shuttle.

Some people wear short jackets, cages, cloth and shoelaces, and at first glance they are the men and women in the fields, while some people are wearing suits and leather shoes carrying cameras and phonographs, obviously Chinese and foreign reporters who have come to participate in the Anyuan Immortal Festival, and some people are long shirts and black hats, and they also wear glasses.

This kind of person, Yue Guanchao is the least to see, I heard that they are all Manchurian spies, specializing in investigating the people's situation for those Dongying people, and it is not a good thing to meet them.

"Look there, it seems that there is a telegraph office, I want to send something to Mukden~"

When Song Siyuan looked left and right, she saw the telegraph under the guise of diagonally opposite, and hurriedly took Yue Guanchao through countless shops and came to the telegraph office.

"Girl, what do you want to send?"

The shopkeeper in this telegraph office looked a little honest and honest, but his eyes were not friendly, always looking at her face, Yue Guanchao rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing his knotted muscles, and he became disciplined.

"I want to send it to Mukden~"

"Mukden?"

As soon as this person heard that it was sent to Fengtian, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "That's really not a coincidence, the Fengtian line is overhauled, I'm afraid it won't be done today, if you have something urgent, you have to hurry back." ”

"It's not necessary, I originally came to see Anyuan to sacrifice immortals, but I just wanted to report peace to Fengtian, it's the same whether I send it or not, there are so many people, and nothing can happen."

After speaking, Song Siyuan pulled Yue Guanchao and walked away, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly when she turned around, and when she returned to the teahouse, she said: "It seems that the problem in Jade Bottle Town is very big, I haven't said what to do, this shopkeeper lied to us and said that the Fengtian line was overhauled, so it can be seen that today's things can't get out of Jade Bottle Town." ”

"Don't think about it, maybe it's really a line overhaul?" Yue Guanchao didn't believe that Jade Bottle Town was so bold that he even dared to block the telegraph route.

Song Siyuan lowered his voice and muttered in his ear: "The Fengtian Telegraph General Bureau was established by us, this is a transfer station for the whole country, even international telegraphs can be sent, and the telegraph lines sent to Fengtian have backup lines, and it is impossible to overhaul several lines. ”

"Anyway, we won't be at peace today, I want to see what this Anyuan Immortal Festival is."

As soon as Song Siyuan's words fell, the roar of the horns sounded again, and when they came to the railing from the tea shop, the source of the horn roar was already clear.

Not far from the main street of Zhenguan, you can see a parade float slowly moving towards the fort tower, like a snail crawling slowly, gradually approaching the fortress under the crowd.

Since ancient times, there is a habit of parade floats in the ceremonies of the immortals, which is probably developed from the Buddha statue parade in the Yulan Buddhist Society, the base of these floats is wide, it can be wider than the carriage side by side, the body has long been decorated with bells and whistles of silk and satin flowers, and the seat of the futon form is built on the float, and a paper statue of the god sits firmly on it, trembling slightly with the bumps of the float.

Look closely, the statue of the god is about the same size as the Buddha statue in the temple, made of flexible and bendable bamboo strips, this civet fairy golden coat and gray pants, golden cloak, holding a bag and ruyi, on the shoulder has been covered in black, only the eyes are human eyes of the evil black cat.

This idol is naturally Tanuki-kun!

If you look closely, you can still see that the top of his head is wrapped in a bun made of black cloth, and his face is wrinkled, which does not look ugly but not good-looking, like a distorted dummy, sitting cross-legged on the podium, deliberately not nodding his eyes, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, but his brows are slightly frowned, as if he is angry but also like a smirk, like a blind man, staring at the void world in front of him.