In the third year of Jiafeng, a disaster occurred in Funiuzhou, which is located in Liangguo.

The world is divided into seventeen continents, and the Liang State only accounts for four of them, compared to the Jingyu Dynasty and the nomadic tribes in the north, which dominate the first state in the world, the territory area of the entire Liang Dynasty is the smallest.

So much so that when the generals of the Jingyu Dynasty discussed how to resist the raids of the Northern Barbarians on the map of the world, and when they were ambitious to ride north and make a strategic deduction to unify the five realms of the Northern Mang, there would always be people who pointed to the "small country" in the southwest corner and laughed, and even sneered, saying that "there are many savages in southern Xinjiang, and the wisdom is not enough, and the Liang State is the same", as if they are all saints who "help the world and educate the people".

Jingyu Dynasty has won the eight continents of the world, its territory is the first of the past dynasties, and even the dynasty is rich, the products are rich, and the city is profitable, and it is indeed known as the country and the people are rich. Emperor Zhao Mu has been in the dynasty for more than ten years, and he has been learning since he was a child, and he is good at "non-attacking, loving, and stopping" diligent government. Sympathetic to the memory of its people, good neighbors to the outside world, in the "Jingtai ten years" under the prosperity of the times, the ministers always sing praises and praises "the world admires, and the people return to their hearts".

The prosperous era has been peaceful for a long time, and there will be a contemptuous and arrogant heart, and the people on the border of the war, from the general who commands the army, to the peddler who walks the foot, is grateful to the Son of Heaven who "sits in Zhongzhou and is the king, and shepherds the eight directions", and most of the so-called "northern barbarians" and most of the small countries in the southwest are scornful.

The north of the Liang country is mountainous, as a natural barrier, and the land from Zhongzhou is a "mirage" as a moat, and the friendly country does not have the heart to coerce the vassals, although it is located in a remote area, it is also comfortable and fearless, and it is happy.

Three years ago, the former emperor Liang Yong died of illness, and the nine-year-old emperor's eldest son Liang Qian succeeded to become the unification, and at the suggestion of Qin Tianjian and the "emperor" Shang Yuan, he changed the name of the country to Jiafeng, which means "Spring Jia is in sight, and Peifeng is full of clothes".

But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and Funiu Prefecture, which is located in the southernmost part of Liang China, had a disaster in the beginning of spring in March.

The southwest is wooded, lush among the rolling hills, and the monsoon rains are especially smoky.

Funiu Island, the name of its shape. Judging from the situation map, it looks like a green cow crawling on the ground, and it is rumored that it is the ancestral land where the saint traveled all over the world and sat down and leaned over to rest.

Take a closer look at the whole picture, the "oxtail" that lies dormant on the ground is the largest river in Funiuzhou, the "Chu River". The two huge towering horns are the famous "Shuangzhu Mountain" in the twelve scenic spots in the world.

There was a poem praising the clouds:

Peaks and peaks rise on the flat ground, and enter and exit the clouds and mist

There are all kinds of dangers, and heaven and earth are in a line

The apes are worried about climbing across, and the birds are also difficult to fly

There is a hidden passenger in front of the row

There is a South Heavenly Road in the world, and this is the Jade Gate Pass.

And the root cause of this disaster occurred in the "Fallen Leaf City" area above the "bull's nose".

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The Fallen Leaf City extends in all directions, and the paths between the hooks are like the rhizomes and veins of the vine leaves, which are fine and dense, and are the center of the surrounding people to gather and buy and sell.

On one of the official roads leading west to the city of Fallen Leaves, four officials in soap clothes were riding horses towards the city with the setting sun, and the path behind them was full of people carrying people and pedestrians with shoulder bags.

A slightly thin figure mingled among the pedestrians, with a young appearance, ragged clothes, broken straw sandals, and a little bright red in many holes mixed with mud, like a traveler driving a very long mountain road.

Approaching the gate of the city, the middle-aged burly official led by him jumped off his horse and led the horse, and the three horsemen who followed behind him also dismounted and walked with him.

Walking forward more than ten steps, among the three people who were at the front of him, there was a slightly tender young servant who was gently pushed by his companion beside him, he paused, his face was embarrassed, and his expression was a little hesitant, as if he wanted to regret it, but before he could make any moves, the companion who pushed him immediately looked at him and asked him to hurry.

After a moment's hesitation, he gritted his teeth, lifted the reins, and stepped forward.

When he came to the burly servant who was the head, he first pretended to look up at the sky, and then said to the people around him: "Team leader, we came back in time this time, seeing that the sky has not yet passed the time for dinner, the three of us have discussed, after entering the city, we will go to the Fuke Building, invite the team leader to have a drink, and ask Brother Liu not to push back." ”

The burly servant known as the head of the squad frowned, and said: "I won't go, at this hour, your sister-in-law must have prepared food at home, besides, tomorrow you have to go to the yamen early in the morning to order something, you can't delay, you can go." ”

The two officials in the back secretly rejoiced when they heard this, and the young officer in front of him who opened his mouth to invite guests had a bitter face, and the three of them all knew Liu Bantou's temperament, and he had always been very assertive, and he did things vigorously, but his colleagues were inevitably a little unkind. The young servant was depressed, but he also knew that it was not good to say anything more.

Walking to the gate of the city, the little official guarding the gate nodded to the group of four, which was regarded as a greeting, and when the horse was led into the inner city, the four stopped at the same time.

It was nearly dusk, and the inner city was full of people, full of locals and business travelers who were busy preparing to close their stalls and go home.

Liu Bantou looked at the bustling crowd, stuffed the reins in his hand into the hands of the young officer, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Chen Wen, I won't go with you, you send the horses back to the post station first, and then go to eat and drink, remember not to eat too much, you can't delay tomorrow's order, and after tomorrow I see the adults explain the truth in detail, I may have to go again, you know?"

The three of them nodded at the same time, and the young official named Chen Wen smiled: "Don't worry, Brother Liu, we know it in our hearts." ”

Liu Bantou stopped talking, let out a light "um", and turned away.

It wasn't until Liu Bantou's figure disappeared into the twilight on the street corner that the little official guarding the door hurriedly ran up, and joked to the young servant: "A few masters, if the little one is not mistaken, this time it must be Chen Ye who loses, right?"

The two people next to him laughed, noncommittal.

Chen Wenke was not happy, frowned and said to the gatekeeper who made fun of him: "Skinny monkey, hasn't your skin tightened recently? How do you know that Lao Tzu has lost again?"

The thin and weak gatekeeper didn't care, and replied: "If you go back to Chen Ye, it's not that the little one said you, you are going back to gamble, guessing every time, I haven't seen you win once, this is not a small complaint, do you say yes? Besides, if you don't drink the wine in vain, if you win next time, even if you sell a few taels of meat, you have to invite the three masters to get drunk once, how about it?"

Chen Wenlao's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you thin monkey with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, don't let me catch you once, I'm going to drink you and go bankrupt." ”

When the companion who was leading the horse next to him saw this scene, he thought it was very interesting, and teased: "Look, look, our Uncle Chen, this wine has not yet started to drink, people are drunk, not talking nonsense, why is this little face full of wine? ”

Chen Wen was even more self-conscious, leading the two horses and walking away with hatred.

The three of them looked at each other, covered their mouths and chuckled.

The two officials who were traveling with him led their horses to follow, and the thin monkey gatekeeper walked backwards towards the city gate, and as he walked, he didn't forget to open his mouth and shout loudly to the backs of the three people: "Brother Chen, don't forget, you owe me a pot of good wine." ”

Chen Wen stretched out his hand and shook it towards the sky, signaling him to rest assured.

On the other side of the city gate, when the three or two small officials guarding the gate were laughing amused by the scene here, a thin and ragged figure with the appearance of a beggar mixed into the inner city through the crowd in the twilight, and disappeared in the flow of people.

After about half a burnt of incense, the red sun hanging on the west side gradually faded, and by this time the pedestrians on the street had already been emptied.

On the main road of Fallen Leaf City, after the three officials went to the post station to return the horses into the stable, they hooked their shoulders and walked together in the direction of the Fuke Building at the east gate. Walk along the main road of Zhongzhi for about 100 meters, turn around at the first intersection of the street corner and walk to the right, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the backs of the three people are stretched long.

Behind the three of them, on the left side of the street, a filthy and sneaky crouch crouched in the dark corner of a house, unkempt and unkempt, like a porcupine covered in spikes if you didn't look closely.

The guy pouted his buttocks, and it wasn't until the three soap-clad yacha in front of him walked into a restaurant that he turned around and squatted aside, and sighed.

The expression on his face was as cautious as a mouse that had just entered the world and saw a flower cat.

Perhaps he had exhausted the last bit of spirit, Li Yunfeng could no longer support it as soon as his feet were weak, and he sat on the ground with his whole back slumped against the wall.

He closed his eyes, his expression was gloomy, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered to himself, "It's been three days, it's been three days, God, this time you can let me eat to my heart's content!"

He just collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

If one pays close attention, they will find that his left hand, which is hanging on the ground, has four fingers slightly bent, and only the middle finger is cocked, as if he is expressing silent gratitude to the darkening night sky.