Li Shuishan, who was originally still a little confident on the mountain, instantly felt a little more ashamed, he hadn't gone down the mountain for a long time, and when he saw the crowd here, he was a little confused, and he couldn't see the changes in the world, but the last time he came down, he saw that there was a stall shop here, which was steaming, he was wrapped in a cotton jacket, and his trouser wrists were pulled by the iron hook in front of his door, and he pulled out a small opening.

The shopkeeper here frowned and handed him a piece of flatbread, and a small paper bag stuffed with a few pieces of beef, and said distressedly:

"It's cold, let's go. ”

Li Shuishan, who was puzzled, took the flatbread and a few pieces of beef and ate it, and became even more greedy in the future. It's just that he can't see the taste of this meat, maybe his sense of taste is bad, and drinking water porridge all year round makes him greedy for the poor taste, forgetting about salt, and the stimulation of taste buds by various condiments.

Several people in front of them were stunned when they saw Li Shui, and pressed their heads to wonder if the people in this place had drunk poisonous water and slowly hurt their heads.

The young men said, "How do you call it that?" ”

As the name suggests, Li Shuishan is "Shuishan", which is similar to how the ancients wrote a few poems, expressing their sorrow for the landscape. The Confucian scholars who did not listen to the teaching in the academy were left with a pure love of reading, who read at night, occasionally chanted poems, and told the consistent people in the capital their opinions on the books.

This can't bear to remind them of the "Spring Landscape Map" that auctioned millions of silver taels in the capital and sent it to the Chunya Mansion, which is called a masterpiece.

Because what is in the painting is sold for such a high price?

Mr. said: verve, line drawing, coloring, the most important thing is the artistic conception.

This spring landscape picture is filled with a group of rich children who play flowers and enjoy the water, a large courtyard, and an old man in simple clothes, drinking on the mountain as an attachment.

The old man said that one is another:

One is: between the mountains and rivers, there is wine drunk into the belly, full of goodwill.

The second is: between the boat and the moon, it is said that it is the sun and the moon Jiahua, which is dyed with dust.

The three ways are: between heaven and earth, immersive, looking up at the world and rivers.

The four are: between mermaids, there is no food fishing near the river, and those who wish to bite the hook and go ashore.

These four random postscripts, but they touched the crowded halls, and the shooting was to make the storyteller take the case, remove the dust on his body, and make clothes for the elegant visitors, as a tribute to the immortals in the painting. What they are waiting for is this just right landscape, a group of people close the country, meet the blind people who wander the streets and alleys, shake their heads and shake their heads, can tell them about the outside world they saw when they were young.

And this outside world does not exist in their eyes.

I just can't think of this "fairyland" hidden in Chu Shuiguo, Taiping Town.

"Taiping, Mrs. Pingping. ”

There is no need to hear of people seeing the scenery in the mountains, and they have never seen it, because they have never been out of the capital, and they have enjoyed their family in the small narrow city where they entertained themselves.

When I heard about the grapevine, I attracted two people who were patrolling the mountains and rivers, and the two young men were dressed like the children of rich families in the city, but they were a little too tired, like a few days of travel.

They hurried and asked, "What kind of mountain is this?"

Li Shuishan didn't want to answer, there are few people here, clean and contented, and self-sufficient, and he doesn't need others to destroy the population balance in this town.

He thought about it, saw that their faces were elegant, and he didn't want to harm people, so he replied, "Xiangshan." ”

Their eyes widened, two eyeballs rolling in their sockets.

"It's rare to have such a quiet place, so I don't know if there are people who are in trouble here. ”

Li Shuishan just shook his head, he didn't know, he didn't speculate, and left quietly.

......

He strode to meet the old man who was striking iron.

In Taiping Town, there was a thick barrel chimney, which peeked out of the house, and billowing smoke came out, and he clung to the wooden pole next to him. There is a brick factory on the east and west sides, and there is a special supervisor in the factory, a man who carries a lamp, and a big horse monkey in the shape of a beggar (nicknamed).

He slipped into a stone alley. It was dark here, and sometimes, when he walked over, when the wind and rain came, he wanted to come here to warm himself with rain and snow.

The sweltering heat scorched a pair of robes that were left over from Ma Bo's wear, with two holes. An old woman selling vegetables on the street saw that he was pitiful and sewed a big hole for him.

The remaining small holes were blown in by the wind and penetrated the whole body. On the way to run, the tooth plate trembled, and his mouth could still say: it was like being scalded by hot water and put in cold water to pick up the appetizer.

To others, he was frozen like a running rib.

Half an hour, he walked out from there sweating profusely, and without asking much, he knew that this place was commonly known as "Minyao", and it was a branch factory site in the famous pottery hall in Taiping Town.

A process became the ration of thirty or forty people to support the family - the furnace, in which the made clay embryo was put in, and at a temperature of less than 1,000 degrees Celsius, the dust was swept away, and placed on the shack, so that the clay embryo-colored dishes became hard ceramics in it.

An old man with a smile on his lips called this gallery. Because no one has yet dared to make extremely detailed ceramic paintings on it.

The landscape is allegorical in the scenery, just right.

He said a little disdainfully, and the fiery heat wave blew his scalp numb, and his straight hair turned into a ball, curly.

He also complained: "What's so good-looking, besides, it's not as good as the jade at home." ”

His main purpose was not the furnace that hurt him three times, but the inconspicuous blacksmith shop on the side.

Before he could come, he heard the sound of the red iron sheet clamping inside, and snorted. Looking at their blue faces, you know that the business is not very good, but it does not affect the enthusiasm of this group of people.

Taiping Town claims to be one of the three well-known places to temper people's physical strength: striking iron, building furnaces, and sealing cigarettes.

Iron was the first to be struck, and only the big man rolled up his leather sleeves and stayed by the fire for a day, scrambling to hammer the first piece of iron of the day. Raising your hand and hanging down, this seems simple, but in the firelight, the human body, and the pain repeated thousands of times a day, this has become a profession that can only be cultivated from childhood to adulthood.

The first thing Li Shuishan saw was a busy figure.

He held the iron embryo in one hand and picked up the iron hammer with the other, and with the sound of the bell, Li Shuishan's eardrums trembled, and the fiery embryo body was grabbed and pressed in the clear water in their hands, the hot red light was dim, and the water vapor sounded.

Li Shuishan's robes were extremely integrated here, because in a special small room, it was pitch black, and he saw the swarthy body standing up and smashing down on the fiery iron embryo in front of him. The young man who walked into his eyes seemed to be a frequent visitor here, and the old man with a pipe at the door, called Zhang Shui, calculated for him, and this was the fifth time since the beginning of spring this year.

For the first time, he also brought a pot of unknown wine, and he was all drunk by the big man in the back room, and these few times he didn't have the enthusiasm he had before, and he heard his sissy voice: "I didn't bring some good wine and food today to honor your father." ”

Li Shuishan was a little angry, just like this uneducated old man is a bad seed.

While the iron embryo was still red, he lit a dry tobacco, and the smoke of eating tobacco was clouded in front of his eyes, his eyebrows were curled by the fire, and his clothes were torn holes, revealing a muscle in his belly.

"Something?" The big man had muscles all over his body, and whispered to Li Shuishan, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay, I want to see if there are any other books I can borrow. ”

Lao Jiang swallowed, and half said nothing, "It's gone, just those few books, you've read them all." ”

Seeing Li Shuishan's half-believing demeanor, he was a little drumming in his heart, and said, "You still remember the strange book I told you at that time. ”

He was quietly waiting for Li Shuishan's reply, which was such a short period of time. He scratched his hair, unconvincing him. It's not that he didn't give it to the boy who came to wait a few times, but it was also a lie made up in his dream, just to talk to him. I didn't expect this young man to take it seriously, and I thought it was drunk and spit out the truth.

Li Shuishan drooped his face and was a little disappointed, he had been waiting for the book he was talking about for some time. Shuang Dang waved his hand and no longer waited.

He squatted down, looked at the big man sitting on the ground, and said softly, "Old Jiang, when do you have a good book to lend me to read." If not, then give up, and when I find a protégé and make some money, I will invite you to drink. ”

"I've only read three or four books, and one is still half missing, the wild fox, the giant demon tree, and the man-eating snake, and I heard that there is also the figure walking in the air", thinking of this, he swallowed, and stopped talking.

"No, just do it. Li Shuishan said goodbye and was leaving, Lao Jiang put down the cigarette gun, and said undecidedly: "Let's go?"

"Let's go, and I'm going to give Marber a drink. ”

He snorted, and was very interested in the little one, who said he would go, and said, "I have found you an errand, you can do it yourself." ”

"What errand?" Li Shuishan asked with a nod.

"The Tao family in that street lacks a helper. If you want to go, I'll tell you everything, and you can see for yourself. ”

Li Shuishan thought for a while, and under the sneer of everyone, he nodded, and made up his mind not to stay on the mountain again.