"Hello!"

Both sides of the dirt road are crowded with weeds that have drawn out new sprouts, but they can escape from natural disasters, but they can't avoid "man-made disasters", and they have withered into mud under the destruction of wooden sticks, escaping a faint smell of grass.

Six little boys ran from east to west and from west to east with branches in hand, raising dust and smoke all the way.

A group of people happened to run by, and Liang Qu stopped one of them.

Seeing that someone had entered the countryside to stop the child, the farmer who was picking dung on the road stopped, observed for a while, and found that Liang Qu was wearing an official uniform and left silently.

"Kid! Every time someone in your township gets married and fights, who will deal with it? Where does the man live? ”

The boy flicked his thin stick stained with grass juice and squinted at his companion hiding behind the corner, silent.

"Hey!"

Liang Qu got up and stretched out his hand to dig out his pocket, and unexpectedly found that he only had silver and silver tickets on his body, and he didn't have a copper plate.

Chishan ran to the nearby tree and bit off a branch, bowed his head and handed it to Liang Qu.

Liang Qu held it in his hand, and his strength was vigorous, and the entire branch cracked together, revealing the wooden white core, and when he used his index finger and thumb again, the sawdust fell one after another, revealing a rough long sword.

Liang Qu shook the wooden sword: "Tell me, the wooden sword belongs to you." ”

"Over there!" Without hesitation, the little boy stretched out his hand and pointed to the end of the road, "There is a second room in the row on the left, and the walls are one step at a time!" ”

"Done! Go play. ”

Liang Qu exchanged a tree branch for the old position of the township, and led the red mountain to the door.

The doors of the houses are open, and occasionally villagers can enter and exit freely, and there is no obstruction to the view.

The huge courtyard is full of old men and women, who use paste and yellow paper to tie sticky paper boats, superimposed on each other like layers of towers.

There is a seven-meter-long paper boat in the center, and before I can take a closer look, I heard that a noble person came to the door, and the villager ran out of the back room with a cane to greet him.

"I don't know if there are distinguished guests coming to the door, there is a loss of welcome, there is a loss of welcome, Ah Huang, go make tea!"

"Hey, the old man doesn't have to be polite." Liang Qu stopped the young man beside the old man and went straight in, "This official is inspecting the township, and I happened to hear that your village is going to sacrifice to the river god?" Is it true or false? ”

The villager was worried: "Yes, yes, what are the taboos?" ”

The old man and lady in the courtyard pricked up their ears.

The government does not allow it, which undoubtedly means that their work for half a month is in vain.

Liang Qu shook his head: "The old man relaxes, and the official is curious to ask." ”

What the people want to sacrifice and when to sacrifice, as long as it is not something similar to the ghost mother religion, the government will not care.

Xu is Liang Qu is good-looking, and the villagers are relieved.

"What the adults want to ask, the grass people know everything."

"Can the village elders tell me when the village sacrifice will be held?"

"Tomorrow night, Lao Er asked the fortune teller to count the number of days, tomorrow is the auspicious day of the zodiac to release the boat, miss it until the end of October, by then the flood recedes for more than a month, the day is too late, so today the villagers are all here to catch up with the paper boat!"

"Why the night sacrifice?"

Liang Qu wondered, Yixing Town was all noon.

It's dark at night, who can see clearly?

The villager asked, "Your Excellency is a foreigner?" ”

"A native of Pingyang County."

"That's right! We send the king's ship every year, all at night, lit on fire, spectacular! It's not beautiful during the day. ”

The villager gave Liang Qu a detailed explanation.

Ten miles of different winds, a hundred miles of different customs.

The sacrificial methods in Huazhu County are not quite the same as those in Pingyang County, or they are different from most of the three animal sacrifice forms, and the main form is "sending the king boat".

To worship the river god, the villagers would build a royal boat.

The rich villagers used cedar wood, and the poor villagers used yellow paper, and invited the prince to the king's boat by inviting people to dance the big play, and then loaded with firewood, rice, oil, salt and various daily necessities, and burned them on the water.

Liang Qumo rubbed his chin: "Sounds like the customs of the south?" Huaiyin Mansion is generally full of sacrifices, right? ”

"My lord." The villager complimented, "I don't know why I'm so old, maybe Rong Hanwen from the township next door knows that he knows more."

Adults don't know, the flood just came, there was a big crab in the next village to save people, Rong Hanwen said that it was the incarnation of the Jianghuai River God, specially to punish the Heishui River God, this year's flood will be faster than in previous years, hey, I didn't expect him to really give it to say!

The idea of several villages co-organizing the delivery of the king boat was proposed by Rong Hanwen! ”

The big crab saves people......

Liang Qu fell silent, and he suddenly understood where the recent statements of the Jianghuai River God and the Black Water River God came from.

Feelings are themselves.

The villager rubbed his hands: "If your lord is interested in the sacrifice, I will take you to meet him?" ”

Liang Qu came back to his senses and didn't have too much entanglement.

"Okay, you're taking me to see you in trouble."

Narong Hanwen can propose a joint organization, which obviously occupies the dominant position of the sacrifice, and it is more labor-saving to find the other party to do things, and there is no need to run from village to village.

"No trouble, no trouble, just a few miles away, Ah Huang, go pull the car!"

The villager asked his son to pull the cart and ride the donkey cart to lead Liangqu to Rongjia Village next door.

Soon, Liang Qu met Li Zhengrong Hanwen in Rongjia Village.

A little old man with a white beard, his beard is neatly groomed and in good spirits.

Rong Hanwen saw Liang Qu on horseback from a distance and felt very familiar, so he waited for someone to get closer, and asked carefully, "Is it Lord Liang in person?" ”

Liang Qu turned over and dismounted: "Rongli recognizes me?" ”

"Lord Liang, how forgetful you are!" Rong Hansheng looked overjoyed, "The little old man organized the ships in the township and followed your fleet!" Is there any impression on Lord Liang? ”

"Oh, it's you."

Liang Qu suddenly.

He rescued all the way, and merged many local fishing boats along the way.

It's just that there are too many people, and there will always be a vague impression.

In his memory, Rong Hansheng is indeed powerful, and when the Shahe Gang fleet arrived, he had already organized villagers to help with disaster relief everywhere, and he was quite effective.

"Lord Liang? What Lord Liang? ”

The villager who led the way next to him was at a loss.

Rong Hansheng reminded in a low voice: "That Lord Liang who got the red dragon fish!" ”

The old villager was stunned for a moment, and after coming to his senses, he slapped his thigh: "Hey, hey, old man, I really have no eyes, it turns out that it is Lord Liang in person!"

I said, how can there be such a spirited horse, such a spirited official! It's Lord Liang in person!

Everyone outside said that you are the prince of Chi, so we will send the boat to you!

Isn't that a coincidence? ”

So mysterious?

Liang Qu remembered that the inspection of Huazhu County mentioned it, but he didn't expect it to be true, everyone really regarded him as the reincarnation of the prince of Chi.

And so everything went very well.

Rong Hanwen saw that "Lord Chi" was interested, and immediately proposed to let Liang Qu be the ignition man.

It is in the middle of the beam canal.

The prince of the pool is the prince of the pool.

Liang Qu agreed, and Rong Hansheng was overjoyed.

can let Liangqu ignite the fire, how many faces there are in ten miles and eight towns!

"My lord, come into the house and take a look at the big ship in our Rongjia Village!"

Liang Qu was very enthusiastic, and came to Rong Hanwen's house to see the boat, and found that the paper boat in Rongjia Village was larger than that in Shanjia Village next door, with three zhang and ten meters, and a large number of rattan supports inside.

On the board of the ship stands a palace with a gabled roof, consisting of a main ridge and four vertical ridges and four ridges, forming a hanging gable wall, which is usually found in palaces and temples.

There is no specific sculpture in the hull, but it is replaced by a tablet with the words "Hunting on behalf of the sky", and an empty table in front of the plaque is used to place offerings.

Rong Hanwen accompanied the introduction: "The purpose of sending the king ship is to 'the country and the people, the wind and rain are smooth, the society is safe, prosperous, all living beings are active, and all industries are prosperous'.

The direction in which the mast falls determines the fortune of the village in the coming year, and it is good luck to fall to the village, and it is a big evil to fall to the Heishui River. ”

Liang Qu wrote them down one by one, looking at the offerings on the empty table.

"Time is too short to catch any good water beasts......"

The Heishui River is a river, not a Ze, and it is more difficult to catch spirits in it than to catch treasure fish.

In one day, I can't come up with any decent spirits at all.

"Maybe you can catch a treasure fish?"

The next evening.

Red clouds and red clouds, smoke curling.

Liang Qu took two large treasure fish worth nearly 100 taels of silver, rode up the red mountain to Rongjia Village, and put the treasure fish into the paper boat under Rong Hansheng's gratitude and resignation.

After dinner, Rong Hansheng's son beat gongs and drums, and the young people in the village gathered at the door of Rong Hansheng's house, and when they arrived, they carried the big boat to the road.

The procession poured out from several villages, like a trickle into the sea, and together formed a huge team, slowly moving towards the Blackwater River.

The long procession was orderly in chaos, with the drum band, the dragon and lion team at the front, followed by the king's boat and various small boats, which were carried forward by young and middle-aged people in turn.

Older villagers followed the procession reverently with incense in hand.

When the procession of the king's ship passes by, the owner will place an offering at the door, implying that the prince will enjoy it.

Just after suffering, most of what the people can give is a bowl of rice, and when the sacrifice is over, they can take it home and eat it, without losing money.

Half an hour later, the king's boat came to the river, and the whole shore was covered with the deafening sound of firecrackers.

The drummers played, played and sang, and the three Taoist priests performed rituals.

Liang Qu asked Rong Hansheng and knew that the priest was not a serious Taoist priest at all, but a temporary position by the villagers.

Poor places have poor places to pass the law.

Everything is ready, the young people carry the boat and push it into the river, the huge paper boat slowly drifts, and the people lean forward one after another, releasing the small paper boat burning candles.

In the expectant gaze, Liang Qu sat in the wooden basin, leaned on the king's boat with the help of Qingzhuang, and threw the torch.

The flames licked, and the paper boat ignited a ball of bright orange light, illuminating the shore and the heart of the river.

Layers of waves divide into layers of orange light.

The entire river is covered with vast orange fires, echoing with the starlight in the night sky.

In the king's boat, the high mast swayed, and the villagers stared at it, looking like they were about to fall to the river.

A few streams of water quietly swelled up, pushing the mast in the direction and slowly falling towards the village.

Rumble!

Countless ashes swept into the sky with Mars.

The shore cheered like a tidal wave.

[Sacrifice to the Huai River, River Favor +0.0177]