The thin master worked hard to write and watched the field book copy the good fields from the roster of the silt village.

The young man stood on the high hall with his hands in his hands, staring at the plaque of "High Hall Mirror" hanging at the entrance of the hall.

The word is a good word, I don't know what the predecessor mentioned, the word is strong, and the pen hook is very charming, showing everyone's style.

In his previous life, because of his livelihood, the young man practiced calligraphy for several years, and copied some famous posts to sell for money, but his skills were still insufficient.

It's a pity that there are a group of demons and monsters living under the mirror of Gao Tang, and I don't know if they feel guilty when they see this plaque.

He Xianling saw the young man staring at the plaque in a daze, and his mung bean eyes turned around, thinking that the young man was interested in the plaque, so he said: "Does Mr. Zhong like this plaque, if you like it, you can give it to Mr. Zhong." ”

He Xianling knew that people who love words always have some quirks, so he said such absurd words.

The inscriptions of the yamen were all for a reason, and they must not be taken away at will, and the young man shook his head again and again in fright.

He Xianling's eyes rolled again, and he said: "Isn't it that Mr. Zhong also wants to inscribe for the county government? I don't think the words on this plaque are as good as Mr. 's, why don't Mr. turn around and write good handwriting, and the official will frame it in the court?"

This remark is even more absurd, not to mention that He Xianling opened his eyes and said nonsense, and held up the young man's words to the sky, and he inscribed at will, and the young man couldn't stand it.

Generally speaking, the words above the public court are issued by the ministry, if there is an official position in the calligraphy everyone intends to inscribe, after the notification can also, think he Zhong Ming a grass people, even no fame, how can he dare to inscribe the yamen?

It seems that this He County Order wants to go crazy, and the young man said secretly: If you want to cut off your head, don't pull me.

In order to prevent He Xianling from saying more appalling absurd words, the young man hurriedly said: "Lord He will be mistaken, Xiaomin is just curious, the origin of this word." ”

"The origin of this word, it also has a origin, this word is from the Qilinzi of Luoyang, the hand of Tian Xiang. ”

He Xian Ling rolled his eyes upwards and pondered: "I remember that it was two years ago, that Tian Gong...... What Tian Xingjian brought back when he came back said that it was a gift from Tian Xiang to the local area, but in fact, in my opinion, Tian Xiang really wanted to help our border town, so it was better to allocate some money and food to be pragmatic. ”

The young man smiled and said silently, and said secretly in his heart: No wonder the words are endlessly charming, it turns out to be from the world-famous unicorn.

Just when He Xianling still wanted to think about the relationship again, the master stood up with the roster in his hand and said, "Mr. Zhong, the roster of Mud Village has been divided into good fields, please take a look." ”

The young man was anxious to break free from this talkative He county order, how could he have the heart to look at it, took the roster and said: "If there is any order from the county order, the master will naturally not make a mistake, and the small people will be handed over directly to the village chief." ”

Putting away the roster, the young man hurriedly said goodbye, not wanting to entangle with this ghost county commander.

Before leaving, He Xianling also followed behind the young man and whispered: "Mr. Zhong, if the division of the field is done by the official to your heart, you might as well say a few more kind words for the official in front of Lord Yang." ”

"That's nature, don't worry. ”

With the young man's words, He Xianling immediately smiled, pinching his sparse goatee and nodding frequently.

The young man walked out of the county office without looking back, his face full of impatience.

This ghost county commander still wants to speak for him?

On weekdays, in the fish and meat town, just to make money, if you really want to change the official position in the borderland, Zhong Ming is the first to enter the general and take off his black gauze hat.

Thinking in his heart, the young man's feet did not stop, and he had walked outside the county office.

Yang Yanlang was standing in the county office and looking into the distance, and the direction he was looking at was where Tianfu was.

Seeing this, the young man stepped forward and said softly, "Uncle, the matter of the little nephew has been completed. ”

"Very well, let's go. ”

Yang Yanlang seemed to have something on his mind, and he didn't ask about dividing the field, so he stepped on the horse directly.

When the young man divided the field, Sun Longhu and the others had already beheaded the head of the Wu family at the east gate and hung it, and they happened to come back at this time.

The young man was helped up by the snow, and Yang Yanlang saw that everyone had arrived, so he said, "Go to the mud village." ”

Sun Longhu led the cavalry and shouted, "The first army of the fine-scaled dragon, go forward!", and the cavalry rode through the city again and went straight to the silt village.

This time he went to the mud village, but the general did not let the young man return to the village to restore his life, but bypassed the mud village and went to the barren hill.

Barren Hill Gang was originally a hill in the southwest of the silt village, but because people died during the war, they were buried here, and it became a mass grave, and the people in the village are also called Barren Hill.

I came here for the sake of the general's heart-to-worship my sister-in-law.

Among the hundred virtues and filial piety, the word filial piety is not only reflected in the filial piety to the elders, but also for the deceased, worship is also filial piety.

Since ancient times, there has always been a saying that "three years of great filial piety, 100 days of middle filial piety, and three days of small filial piety".

There was a filial son in Chen, the old father was seriously ill for ten years and was sick in bed, this filial son took care of him for decades, and then his father died of illness, and the filial son cried bitterly, vowing to keep filial piety for his father for three years.

During this period, this filial son was dressed in coarse linen clothes, did not touch wine and meat, and every day he got up, he must first recite the inscription for his father and keep filial piety.

Later, Emperor Chen Ming of Qianchen learned of this time, and gave a plaque with a book: Shushui Chenghuan.

This incident was passed down as a good story by later generations, and it has been affected so much that more and more attention has been paid to the worship of the predecessors.

What's more, it is from the son of the Yang family, who is famous for his loyalty and filial piety, Yang Yanlang attaches great importance to the worship of his sister-in-law, and as early as when he heard the news in the village, he asked someone to prepare sacrifices.

Tossed for most of the day, and by the time of the barren hill, it was already afternoon.

The sun is on the west mountain, there is no grass on the barren hill, the breeze blows, rolling up a little dust and sand, and there is some gloomy and cold in the desolation.

This is a mass grave, and there are some horrific rumors, some people say that at first there were corpse thieves who came here to dig graves a few years ago, and encountered strange things, and the next day they were frightened crazy.

Now the madman still often haunts the villages, and often mutters: "Barren Mountain Gang, there is a mother, wearing white clothes, will float, holding a stone box, looking for a son......"

The group of people who lived by eating corpses were so frightened that they never dared to come here again.

As for whether there are really ghosts and gods, no one can say clearly, but everyone follows the principle of preferring to believe in them, and rarely comes to this barren hill again.

Zhong Ming and his entourage came to the slope of the barren hill and dismounted one after another, the hill road was rugged, not suitable for riding a horse forward, and could only go up on foot.

Yang Yanlang stood under the hill and looked up, this is a very large soil slope, not a mountain, at a glance you can see that there are white bones exposed in half of the loess, thinking that it is caused by the rain.

No one visits the mass graves, and if there are no surviving family members, no one worships them at all.

There are many people who died in the war, and many of them were poor people who were buried together as a family, and after death, they were wrapped in straw mats by well-wishers, and buried in a random place.

During the calamity, countless people died, and it was a blessing to be able to have their bodies collected.

Zhong Ming also dismounted and said to Yang Yanlang: "Uncle, the mountain road is not easy to walk, it is better for the two of us to go, it is not convenient for the army to move." ”

Yang Yanlang nodded and responded: "It's okay, Huzi will bring the tribute, you can stay here and wait, and I can go with Zhong Ming." ”

So the fine scales rode under the hill, Yang Yanlang carried the food box, Zhong Ming carried the package containing the yellow paper of incense candles, and the uncle and nephew walked to the post on foot.

The trail is rugged and difficult to walk, it is already desolate, there are no roads, and the road is actually only slightly flat.

The young man is familiar with the road, and he will go up to the mountain to worship every festival, and he has been here many times.

Counting the time, in fact, the young man has not been here for half a year, since the madman ran out of here a year ago, and the people in the village are rumored to be haunted.

During the Chinese New Year, the young people were going to come to worship, but the old man Sun stopped him, saying that it was not very clean here, and the people in the village should not go up the mountain without permission.

After the two walked through the small half of the hill, the young man was slightly panting, and his body was still too weak.

"Wheezing at this point, Zhong Ming, your body is not good, go back and uncle will get you some deer blood to replenish, and you must also learn some fists and feet as soon as possible, be strong and healthy, the big man walks the rivers and lakes, relying on one person, one knife and one horse, you can't do it physically, how can you travel in all directions. ”

"Uncle said very much. ”

The young man can't refute it, in the past, he couldn't even eat enough, where did he get a good body.

Wiping the beads of sweat from his head, the young man looked forward and said, "Almost, uncle, we will be there soon." ”

Zhong Ming buried his mother's grave quite far away, which was already the location of the back hill, in order to prevent the group of ghouls from finding his mother's body.

The scenery of the hill has changed a lot, and in the distance there are a series of low woods, some green can be seen, and there are many fewer graves on the road, and there are just budding grass everywhere.

The uncle and nephew walked for half an hour, and at this time it was already sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled, which made this place more desolate.

When he came to a big rock, the young man gasped and said, "Uncle, here we are, this is my mother's grave." ”

Seeing this big stone, Yang Yanlang frowned slightly and didn't make a sound, but the look on his face was already displeased.

It was a tomb, but there was a half-man-sized stone on the flat ground, with a few strange symbols carved on it, and new grass had grown around the stone, no different from the wasteland next to it, and it was hard to see what it looked like a tomb.

"It's nonsense!"

After Yang Yanlang looked at it, anger grew in his words.

If you don't build a grave bag and erect a tombstone for the deceased, it is a big disrespect, the general who has been instilled with loyalty and filial piety since he was a child is very dissatisfied, and even has begun to suspect that Zhong Ming is not filial to his sister-in-law, and he is so lazy that he refuses to even build a grave.

Hearing Yang Yanlang's angry words, the young man was stunned, and he couldn't understand where he had provoked this uncle.

Without waiting for Zhong Ming to ask, Yang Yanlang had already kicked his calf, Zhong Ming staggered, and immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead leaned forward and almost hit the stone.

"Uncle, I ......"

Zhong Ming was very aggrieved in his heart, and anger followed.

This general seemed to be an extraordinary man at first, but how could he be a moody lord in private?

Yang Yanlang didn't wait for the young man to finish speaking, he pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Kneel down!"

Although there were doubts and anger in his heart, the young man did not dare to attack, this is the existence of an immortal official who can provoke a gun, if he really angers this uncle, I am afraid that a hundred bells will not be enough for him to fight.

The young man also began to think crankily in his heart, could it be that this general had a plot against his mother's grave?

Otherwise, how could he have just found his mother's tomb, and the general immediately turned his face.