The white-haired old lady and an old man sank here, their blood frozen into lumps, and their bodies frosted.

The people who lived in the day became miserable corpses at night, and a poor kind peasant family was ruined by this group of men and women!

The sky was silent, the wind and snow stopped, and the sleepless night looked up at the night sky.

The night sky is deep and far away, the stars are looming, and the black clouds are changing back and forth, like demons, and it is scary to look at, just like this rivers and lakes.

When the day is about to dawn, in the snow in front of the house, a new mound stands out, and a tree monument in front of the grave briefly describes the murder of the couple in the mound and the burial of their bodies.

Sleepless at night, wrapped in swaddling clothes on his chest, protecting the head of a sleeping toddler, and carefully worshipping.

He opened the lid of the wine gourd and spilled all the remaining wine in front of the grave, paying tribute to the unfortunate elderly couple who were killed, and the only remaining simple and kind people in the rivers and lakes.

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The golden crow hangs high, the stratus clouds are open, the ice melts and the snow melts, the chill recedes slightly, and the warm wind gusts.

The festival sequence Laba, which coincides with the midwinter solar festival, is also the number of four or nine, but today, it is a rare warm sunny weather.

On the official road, a young man dressed as a Confucian priest, straddling a white-haired horse, hanging two long swords from his waist, holding a young child, not slow or hurried, coming from the north, dusty.

He probed the child in his arms for a while, teased him twice, and then held the reins tightly, restrained the horse, grasped the direction, and hurried south.

This young man is naturally sleepless at night.

Since that night burned the Guanwang Temple, sleepless night holding the surviving young children, all the way to the direction of Wugong Mountain, I don't feel that it has been a few days, Yu Tu just stayed at night, hungry and thirsty, but there were no twists and turns, all the way without words.

Calculating the calendar, today should be the eighth day of the first month of December, and the folk commonly known as the Laba Festival is today.

Laba porridge should be drunk on Laba Festival.

When I was sleepless at night in Anhua, I would taste the Laba porridge made by Mrs. Jingyi every year, which was a must.

Laba porridge has a lot of roots with Buddhism, Mrs. Jingyi because of the ears and eyes in Mrs. Tai, but also worship Buddhism, her Laba porridge in the night sleepless, there is a sense of Zen in it.

Today's Laba, the people who went to the night have become the ghosts of today, and they themselves are floating in the rivers and lakes, and they can no longer taste the Laba porridge cooked by the old people.

The nose is sore.

Riding a horse to travel two or three miles, early to see a tall stone archway, on the book four strong block letters, "White Rabbit Pond Town".

This is the pen style of Ouyang Xun, a man from Changsha who was named a man in Bohai County, in the Tang Dynasty, and is known as "European characters".

These four characters are neat and square, and the air of the board is blowing in the face, and the good book people often can't help but pick up the pen to copy it.

The official road under the archway shows the appearance of an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The bluestone slab street extends, the tiled houses on both sides are uneven, the people everywhere are scattered, the small stalls and hawkers are endless, the goods are dazzling, the food is exhausted, the skirts are everywhere, and the people are prosperous.

Blue and white porcelain vases and porcelain bowls are placed, telling about the scenery of peace; The books and books of the sages are opened, and the merits of education and education are always demonstrated.

Tourists, pedestrians, guests, warriors, scholars, and people from all walks of life all come to take advantage of the warm winter sun to join in the excitement of the Laba Festival.

"White Rabbit Pond Town...... But I don't know if this town belongs to Huguang or Jiangxi? ”

There have been many days of sleepless travel, and I learned from various landmarks and monuments that he has never left the boundary of Changsha Mansion along the way, let alone Huguang.

There are many people, get off the horse, and lead the horse with the child in their arms.

I saw a gray-haired scribe spreading out his canvas and swaying Danqing pen and ink on the side of the street, depicting the bustle of the market.

While he was resting to drink tea, Sleepless Ye hurriedly stepped forward and asked respectfully: "Old man, may I ask here, but is it still on the ground of Changsha Mansion?" ”

The old scribe raised his head and saw that it was a handsome and elegant scholar, so he first poured out three points of goodwill, nodded and stroked his beard and said: "Yes, this is the boundary of Liling County under the jurisdiction of Changsha Mansion. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Go south to the county seat, there is a porcelain kiln factory left from the old Song Dynasty, oh, there is also a house in this town, which can fire blue and white porcelain, and it is sold in the market, and it is good and cheap; There is also Liling Academy, also known as Lujiang Academy, which is also in the Song Dynasty, inheriting the Zhuzi cultural lineage, science and science, I think you are not big or small is a scholar, you should go there for a few days, read for a few days, and come to Liling to walk on a ......"

Sleepless at night just asked, this old scribe, he said so much, and told the customs of Baitutan Town and even Liling County.

When you have a dry mouth and a blue and white porcelain bowl to drink tea to quench your thirst, you have to stop.

Sleepless at night hurriedly seized this gap and said, "Be taught." Dare to ask, is this place still far from Jiangxi? ”

The old scribe did not answer directly, but smiled and said, "How do you feel when you listen to the old accent?" ”

Sleepless thought for a while, and said, "It's different from other places in Changsha Mansion." ”

"That's it! Our accent here is deeply influenced by Jiangxi people. The old scribe picked up the pen and ink and said, "You go two or three miles east from here, there is a Lushui River, cross the river through the ferry, and then go up not far away, it is the boundary of Yuanzhou Mansion in Jiangxi." ”

Hearing the five words "Jiangxi Yuanzhou Mansion", my eyes lit up at night.

The wind and rain in the rivers and lakes dyed white, he traveled in the starry night, the wind and snow were unhindered, and he only went to Jiangxi with one heart, regardless of day and night, and now he heard that Jiangxi was only separated by a water, and the excitement of the mood was like seeing fireflies occasionally on a summer night.

The old scribe's wonderful pen hangs high, and the style of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River is hooked, in which the characters are busy and busy, the fireworks in the world, and the various states of life are on the paper.

Sleepless at night are common flower and bird paintings, ladies' pictures, and landscape paintings, but it is rare to see such market customs paintings.

I heard that the pinnacle of this kind of painting is the famous work "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" by the Northern Song Dynasty court painter Zhang Zeduan. But so far he has not seen the real thing, not even a fake, he has never seen it.

After stopping to watch, he held the child sleeplessly and said goodbye to the old scribe.

The old scribe said leisurely: "The young posterior should not only care about the journey, but should calm down and go to Lujiang Academy to study." In this dynasty, a man who was exiled to Longchangyi in Guizhou, and later had an epiphany, made meritorious contributions and made great deeds, and the living saints have all learned and gained something there. ”

Sleepless shook his head, not knowing who the "living saint" he was talking about, and did not answer his words, but continued to move forward.

There is no other harm to this old scribe, but there are more words, and between the mouths, there are many didactic meanings, which is a little unbearable.

However, this place is not only educated, but also the hometown of poetry and morality, and it is not uncommon for a gentleman who is devoted to learning to make such a tone.

Sleepless at night, leading the horse, the town's bluestone streets are relatively wide, which can accommodate three horses in parallel. The two streets are lined with vendors arguing on the spot, pedestrians coming and going, taking what they need, and there is no congestion.

There was only one place, and the head of the people was sensational, crowded with many people, and they gathered in several circles, and they couldn't pass easily.

Sleepless at night, leading the horse, holding the toddler, is about to get around here, take an alley to cross.

But I heard this person in the pile, and one person said in a straight voice, "...... The cane is limited to the government offices of the prefectures and counties, to encourage the righteous people in the rivers and lakes, and to offer rewards for the arrest of the evil Yue who made a big fuss in the Jiwang Mansion without bullying, sleepless at night, slow to snow, light in cold clothes, exquisite knives, and accomplices, Lin Yuchai, Chanyi, Langhai a knife Xiao Ganyun, etc. The first evil does not matter whether he lives or dies, but the accomplice must live and be escorted, and there will be a bounty......"