The Qingqiu [Xin] country is in the east, but the Qingqiu Mountain is in the south, this is because there are several tribes of the fox totem, among which the eldest clan of the Qingqiu country belongs to the Tushan clan.

This Qingqiu native is a subordinate branch of the Tushan clan, called the Youpeng (péng) clan.

Peng, a place of lush vegetation.

In short, it doesn't matter what the name of this clan is, as long as you know that he is from Qingqiu.

It's like traveling out, people will say that you are from Shandong and Henan, and generally they will not carefully ask which city or district you are. Except, of course, for bulk Jiangsuese.

Uncle Xi is not interested in their conflict over goods, but he is very interested in this person who made the original plow, although it is relatively rough, but it has been made by Yu Zai, which single mode of the first plow, is not much different.

It's just a little ugly, and what makes Uncle Xi more concerned is that Yu Zai named this thing a plow, this place, at the foot of Li Mountain, on the bank of Lei Ze, and in the land of Shouqiu, how could anyone use the same name and name the same thing?

Uncle Xi felt that there must be something strange about this matter!

Could it be that Yu Zai and this young man from Shouqiu are the legendary "my friend"?

The more I think about it, the more I think it's possible, Yu Zai is from the original middle, and when he bragged with Dayi, he always said that he had a friend, although Uncle Xi felt that the format of this sentence was learned from Dayi, but Yu Zai should indeed have a lot of friends.

Uncle Xi talked to the nail spirit man who was buying water, and he was very happy to see him holding a few apricots and a bowl of well water in his hand, and he was eating on the side.

"Eh, aren't you going to the city of Taotang, and now you're going to Shouqiu?

The nail spirit man knows that the person who can go to the city of Taotang is definitely not an ordinary person, it is the place where the emperor has lived for sixty-six years, but even if you are a central cadre, you will be rerouted halfway.... I have to add more money.

"Plus, plus!"

Money is not a problem, Uncle Xi said to keep it in my account book, go back to the east, if you are lucky, you can find his brother Xi Zhong's clansmen, the cost of this taxi, just pay it backwards.

Dingling Dahan doesn't care about these, anyway, just add money, so he went to buy some dry food, the land of Shangqiu, there are indeed many merchants from all over the mountains and seas, although the Qingqiu people and the Yumin people fought before, and the Qingqiu people successfully led to the interference of the local clan in Shangqiu, and punished the plagiarism, but because the Qingqiu people did it first, they also fined money....

"If you have something to do according to the rules, you can't beat people at every turn, it's a crime for Yuren to dump goods, but you can't do it, and you won't be allowed to continue selling goods next time you commit it again... You fox man is using Tu Shan's to press me! Look at this!"

The chengguan of the Shangqiu clan pointed to a vendor not far away to the unconvinced Qingqiu man.

The Qingqiu people turned their heads.

It was a big man of three feet and five feet, with a dazzling instrument, staring at the eyes like copper bells, buying bone flutes and cowhides on the stall, as well as some handmade pottery, clay puppet figures, and rare cyan ice jade, all of which were in the style of the Queen Mother of the West, staring directly at passers-by at this time, as if to say, "Look at it, but if you don't buy it, I'll kill you."

"That's a native of Lintao in the West, look at his arms thicker than your waist, that fist bigger than your buttocks, you soft fox, what do you think he will do if he punches you?"

The Qingqiu people swallowed their saliva, the two long fox ears trembled, and they looked at the Lintao people, and the big man suddenly raised his eyebrows when he saw the Qingqiu people.

The atmosphere was awkward.

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Uncle Xi's route moved from Shangqiu to Shouqiu, and after many days, he came to Shouqiu, and it was just near the middle of the day, when the sun rose, Shouqiu opened, the loess and dust of ancient times were raised, and cattle and horses carried goods and were dragged into here.

Chonghua peddled plough tools at the bazaar.

The things he sold were very special, so many people gathered here, and some people heard that there were Qingqiu people buying plows here last time, so this time the people who watched the play were much less than the last time Chonghua came to sell plows, and there were many more people who paid for it.

"How's his house selling?"

Uncle Xi asked a shipper on the side, Shouqiu is of course far less prosperous than Shangqiu, most of the people here are Dongyi people and overseas people, Central Plains people, Westerners, and southerners are relatively few, and Dongyi's market basically copies the Central Plains, but the flow of goods in Shouqiu is far less big and prosperous than Shangqiu.

"You said Chonghua, this kid is a good person, and he has a good reputation here. ”

The stall owner said so, and praised a few words, and Uncle Xi was shocked in his heart, and secretly thought that the maker of this plough was exactly what Chi Songzi had said, and it was also mentioned by Dayi, the "Dongyi boy" who was being inspected by the emperor.

"Interesting, is he a friend of Zai?"

Uncle Xi leaned forward, and the big man came back and said, "I asked a few stall owners, and said that the kid was very honest in selling things, and he didn't make much money, and his family's situation was ......"

Of course, Uncle Xi knew about Chonghua's family's situation, after all, Dayi and Chi Songzi had already told this matter many times.

Uncle Xi saw that there was a little girl on Chonghua's plow stall, on the wooden board, holding ink and stone and constantly smearing on it, and the things written out also made the people around him continue to praise, and some people even gave shell coins, hoping to buy them back.

Ink, which has existed for a long time, appeared in the Neolithic Age, and was available when the clay was fired as early as possible, but this ink is not a later ink, but a kind of stone.

There are many dyed stones of various colors in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The Zhongshan group, the Nuji Mountain, the Wind and Rain Mountain are rich in this thing, called "Shi Ni".

Yang Shen of the Ming Dynasty once said: "Shi Ni Hei Dan, that is, today's Shi Hei Shi." ”

"Ancient books were made of lacquer, the Middle Ages were made of stone black, and later generations were made of smoke and ink"

Similarly, Li Shizhen also wrote that black stone resin is stone nirvana, which is also graphite.

Of course, during the Tang Dynasty, stone resin was used to refer to the oil of the Western Regions..... During the Han Dynasty, oil was called "Weishui".

Southerners used to use this thing for thrushes.

"That's his sister, called the head. ”

敤, which means "to beat a tree to obtain fruit", Shou, also means "newborn".

"What is this drawing?"

Uncle Xi is kind and kind-eyed, compared with the big man of the nail spirit, he is simply the legendary passer-by old man who is full of favorability, he raised his head and handed the painting over, with a sound and colorful, and very well-behaved and polite explanation:

"It's elephants! In our field, elephants are plowing the fields. ”

The picture on it is indeed an elephant, of course, Uncle Xi knows that there is another "elephant" in Chonghua's house, but this elephant is a little stubborn.

Uncle Xi turned his head sideways.

At the stall not far away, a person looked at him in surprise.

That's exactly what to put together.