After crossing the northern Jin corridor with mountains on both sides, we trekked five hundred miles eastward to finally reach this small town called "Arima".

  In the early years, it was prosperous, and a trade road passed through the mountains, where merchants replaced their tired pack horses, had a drink in the town tavern, flirted with the charming proprietress for a few words, and set off in a cart to the capital of the Jin Kingdom, "Akiba Mountain". The people of the town made a living by raising pack horses, hence the name "Arima".

  However, now that this place has been defeated, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty sympathized with the difficult transportation in northern Shanxi, recruited 50,000 Heluo, and opened an official road in the mountains to reach Akiba Mountain, so that the merchants no longer had to drive the cart in the mountains. The people of the town gradually moved away, and in the end, all that remained were some old people who were in love with their homeland.

  Walking on the path into the mountain, the path winds like a snake, the thatched huts on both sides are empty, and the wind blows the wood door babbling. It makes people feel that this town is like those old people, slowly dying.

  Next to a stone statue, I found the wine shop that had long been unpatronized, and the wine flag fluttered in the wind, and the words "Guan Zhan" were on it.

  A liquor shop called Guan Zhan, Gong Mu Qiong got off the horse and finally arrived here.

  The old owner of the liquor shop is still alive, like the old men in the town, with a spotted face, a toothless mouth that speaks, and a bad look, but it can be felt that he was a sharp-toothed fellow in his youth.

  He was very happy, and said that no young man had visited him for a long time, and invited Gongyi Muqiong to sit down by the brazier and add a handful of firewood.

  "I am the long history of the Luoyi Duguo, and I am a historian who loses Mu Qiong. Gong Mu Qiong introduced himself, "The Son of Heaven ordered the revision of the "History of Xia", and let us historians go around to find the elderly. ”

  "Son of Heaven?" the old man's eyes lit up, "Then it should be with His Majesty?"

  "His Majesty is the Son of Heaven four generations ago, and the Son of Heaven today is the son of King Wei. "I heard that some great things happened here, which were related to the life of the saint, so I came from thousands of miles away. ”

  "I know why you came," said the old man, rubbing his cigarette pouch with a look of remembrance, "how can I, a man who is waiting to die, be qualified to work for the minister of Loturi to come and see me? If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would have been an old man who died and was buried in the earth and no one remembered me." I'm 97 years old, and I've been telling this story all my life, but many people don't believe me. I'm dying, but I still want to tell this story, I don't want to bury it in the ground. ”

  "Old man, if you will tell me, I will believe it. ”

  "Really, will you write it all into the history books?"

  "Really. Gong Mu Qiong looked him in the eye and nodded slightly.

  He laughed like a child, "That's good, because I've seen those people, and I haven't worked in vain in my life," he gave a thumbs up, "Those people, you can tell at a glance that they're amazing adults! Hero!"

  I could feel his old blood heating up in his veins, gurgling and flowing.

  "My surname is Dongyu, I don't have a big name, my nickname is winter melon, because my head is big and my neck is thin, a bit like a winter melon, and young people call me winter melon. "That year I was only nineteen years old." ”