Taking advantage of the old woman's departure, the plain-robed boy asked again: "Uncle Zhang, this fertile field is a hundred miles, and it is the harvest season again, why are you and Aunt Zhang the only ones left to work in the fields?"

The old peasant looked at the golden rice fields, sighed heavily, and said: "I heard that there is another war in the north, and King Wu, who owns Yangzhou and half of Jingzhou, recruits strong men from all over the country, and many strong men from all over the country have been transferred to the army, and my son has also been transferred to Yangzhou, and I don't know when he will come back." ”

The expression of the prince in the plain robe was quite surprised: "I have lived in the north for a long time, how come I don't know the news of the war between Daliang and Daliao?"

The swarthy and thin old peasant put down his chopsticks and said with a sad face. I don't know if Daliang and Da Liao are fighting, but it stands to reason that Liangzhou has the King of Liang to hold on, and the eighteen states of Yanyun have the King of Yan to sit in the town, and the entire northern line of the Great Liang is solid, even if it really fights, it has nothing to do with the King of Wu who is far away in the south of the Yangtze River for eight lifetimes, but he draws strong men from Jing Yang, and even the taxes have doubled, and people with a discerning eye can see what kind of intestines King Wu is hiding in his belly, but he just wants to use this to strengthen his power？”

The plain robe, who has always been cheerful and talkative, didn't say a word at the moment.

The old farmer seemed to be hiding his stomach full of bitterness and was difficult to speak, but in front of everyone, he obviously removed the usual wall, looked cautiously outside the wooden shed a few times, and after confirming that there were no idlers around, he lowered his voice and continued: " Although I have been a soldier in the north and beheaded a few Liao barbarians, I am a vulgar villager after all, and I can't talk about how broad my knowledge is, but I think that my vision is a little higher than that of the long hair and long tongue at home, and most of the wars in the north are disguises, probably the nonsense that King Wu made up to fool my boss's surname, according to my opinion, King Wu took great pains to expand his power this time, racking his brains, and most of them went to Chang'an's dragon robe. ”

"How dare he?" said the plain-robed boy angrily for no reason, and slapped his palm on the table.

"Alas, Gongzi, understand the plain language, the Ninety-Five Supreme, the Golden Luan Dragon Chair, above 10,000 people, who doesn't care? Don't talk about King Wu, I'm afraid that the powerful ministers and celebrities around the emperor are always thinking about it, just the so-called troubled times produce heroes, the times create heroes, Wu Wangbing's fine food is enough to wait for the opportunity, and when the Liao people go south and the northern court is tired of coping, then lead the army north to smash the Dragon Court, isn't it easy to be above 10,000 people?" The old farmer poured beans from the bamboo tube and said bluntly.

Bai Yun, who had been meditating beside him, had no intention of listening to the conversation between the two, thinking about the lost fellow door, and his eyes spilled to the sea of rice in the south.

Bai Yi has always had little affection for the plain-robed boy who spoke like a spring, and he never let go of his vigilance against the master and servant in his heart.

"The contemporary emperor Zhao Zhiheng is an immortal emperor who has not been born for a hundred years, not only brought the Zhao dynasty back to life when the building is about to collapse, but also conquered the Great Liao several times, defeated the Liao barbarians who peeked into the Central Plains with wolf ambitions, and the people's hearts are expected to return, even if the Liao people really went south, the imperial court has long been full of heavy troops in the Jingxiang Yangtze River area, and King Wu wants to go straight to the Dragon Court, unless it is the brain that enters the water to do this business of exchanging glory and wealth for the head to land. The plain robe boy said sonorously.

"Princes and generals are above 10,000 people, although they enjoy inexhaustible glory and wealth, but people go to high places and water flows to low places. The old farmer took a sip of strong tea.

"Why did you stop the chopsticks? Come on, come on, hurry up and eat while it's hot, you're welcome! You bad old man is talking nonsense here, don't delay other people's dinner. The old woman brought a plate of hot stewed rapeseed to the table.

The boy in the plain robe smiled: "If you fall in love with Uncle Zhang, let's talk a few more words." ”

"Childe, don't listen to his nonsense, he can't write a single big character, as long as he can live and work in peace and contentment, who is different from being the emperor?" The old woman glared at the old man and said: "It's all to blame on the fortune teller, muttering that there are not, what are we Xingdou people worried about, isn't it just to plant the three acres of land in front of our own door?"

"Fortune teller?" the plain robe boy wondered, how could there be a fortune teller in this vast field.

"A few days ago, my old man went to the city to catch the market, and happened to hear these gossips from an old acquaintance, saying that it was a half-immortal to hang up, according to me, these gods said that in order to fool the three meals, they said some nonsense and gossip to confuse the public, you said these words in the mouths of our people, if it reached the ears of the official master, it would be troublesome. The old woman said angrily.

"Where's the fortune teller?" asked the plain-robed boy.

"Xiangyang City. The old farmer answered.

"Xiangyang City?" Bai Yun and Zhang Yuruo's eyes seemed to skim a layer of whiteness in an instant.

The old farmer, who was born in the ranks and was really sharp-eyed, asked, "Are you going to Xiangyang?"

Zhang Yuruo replied: "Not bad. ”

Bai Yun hurriedly asked, "Uncle, we are lost in this vast sea of rice, how should we go to Xiangyang City?"

The old farmer laughed and said: "Jingzhou is rich and the best in the world, and the rice fields are almost higher than people, so it's no wonder you will get lost." ”

The old farmer stretched out his finger and pointed to a field path: "Follow this path all the way to the south, and if you encounter a fork in the road, you can walk out of the rice field and walk for a day or two to reach the city of Xiangyang." ”

"Uncle, Xiangyang is an important town in Jingzhou, prosperous and rich, the people in the city live and work in peace and contentment, and they are so fat that they have to burp and fart when they are full, what strange and interesting things are there in Xiangyang City, which can make us outsiders fight after dinner?"

"Eh! Childe asked well, no, there are two monsters in Xiangyang City!" said the old farmer with a raised eyebrow.

"Really?" said the plain-robed boy, pretending to be surprised.

"There is a crazy old monk in Xiangyang City, no matter what people say to him, he always laughs, drinks and eats meat and is drunk with fireworks and willows, squatting at the door of the green building to see all kinds of carmine powder, and then he has to taste the foot, scared that those oiran are all discolored, the strong man in the green building really can't see the eyes and teach a few times, I don't know if this old monk is pretending to be crazy and stupid master, after being bombed a few times, he learned to be obedient, and hid in the distance to the alley pimple to appreciate carefully, this old monk is still haunted, and he ran to the back of the house without a sound to seek fate, his face is thicker than the bark, and he picked out some young flower girls to start, the timid nature can't take care of those copper plates, and it's too late to throw them on the ground, this is the first monster in Xiangyang City. The old farmer relished.

After Bai Yun heard about the first strange in Xiangyang, he was suspicious and curious, before that, he thought that the monks in the whole world were the same as the gray-clothed old monks, compassionate, empty six desires, and strictly abiding by the rules of Buddhism for decades, but the old farmer didn't seem to be fooling people every word, could it be that there were really such scoundrel monks in the world?

"The second strange in the city is the fortune teller Gongsun Banxian mentioned by Shicai, his face is as thin as yellow wax, and he carries a banner with the word Gongsun all day long. The old farmer paused and took a sip of strong tea.

"The fortune teller on the street is full of nonsense, just say that the guest is happy to get the copper plate bento, this kind of magic stick in the rich Xiangyang is afraid that it is a lot of handful, can it be regarded as a monster?" asked the plain robe boy again.

"Childe doesn't know, this fortune teller is not an ordinary god who sees people talking about people and talking nonsense. The old farmer put down his teacup and said.

"Oh, could it be that this fortune teller is a fairy who counts all kinds of spirits? Then I have to calculate a hexagram, and see if there is a life in this life to be a big official in Tianzitang." The plain-robed boy shook the paper fan in his hand and smiled.

"Not really. The old farmer shook his head.

"Then what's so strange about this fortune teller?" the plain-robed boy tilted his ears slightly, and put on a gesture that he was willing to hear about it.

At first, the people in Xiangyang City thought that he was pretending to be high, but in fact there was not much real material in the abdomen, but it was just a god stick that had its surface hoarded and strange, until there was a time, a broken people's poor family of the imperial examination failed, climbed up to the head of Xiangyang City and wanted to jump down, the city of onlookers were countless, the crowd surged, the wife and son of the poor scholar knelt under the city and wept silently, extremely desolate, but the cold man had no eyes and no expression, and seemed to no longer have nostalgia for everythingSeeing that the scholar was about to fall into the flesh, the crowd was agitated, and the fortune teller carrying the flag rushed out of the crowd, and his toes lightly swept over the city, saving the scholar's life. Speaking of the most exciting part, the old farmer paused again and put a piece of garlic white meat in his mouth.

"Since the scholar has the heart to die, even if he is saved, the scholar will still look for a short-term vision. Bai Yun listened attentively and spoke.

"Shaoxia is right, so the fortune teller took a hexagram for the scholar in public, and the hexagram said that the first half of the scholar's life was difficult, but the second half of his life will be a rich and noble life. But the scholar was still unmoved, but the fortune teller gentleman coldly dropped a few words, you believe it or not, if my hexagram is still not effective after a while, it is not too late for you to jump again, and after speaking, he patted his ass and left, and sure enough, less than half a month later, a big official in the capital fell in love with the article written by the scholar in the imperial examination, and recruited him to be a protégé under the door, and the scholar suddenly woke up, and he mentioned the rooster and rice wine to the fairy's home to thank him, but the fortune teller was closed. Since then, the name of the fortune teller has resounded throughout Xiangyang, but despite this, some dignitaries and dignitaries have not been able to ask for a fortune teller's hexagram with a lot of money, as long as they have ulterior motives to ask for a hexagram, no matter who it is, the fortune teller will not open the door. The old farmer was happy to do this.

"I can't imagine that there really is such a weird person, who makes a living from fortune-telling and even disdains a daughter, which is interesting and interesting. The boy in the plain robe used a paper fan to shoot the case.

"That's not all, whenever the stormy night, this fortune teller will always set up the altar in the southeast and northwest of Xiangyang, and I don't know what he is doing on the altar when the wind and rain are heavy. The old farmer continued: "What's even more strange is that the fortune teller calculates the hexagram either eight or nine or ten, or contradicts the hexagram, but it will never be out of touch, and then the whole Xiangyang people called him Gongsun Banxian, saying that this fortune teller divination is accurate, is not taking advantage of the heavy rain to surging yin qi, practicing yin and evil techniques and ghosts to communicate with ghosts and snooping on the heavens. ”

"How to set up the altar?" Bai Yun muttered incredulously, only feeling that the name Gongsun Banxian was very familiar, but he couldn't remember the calendar for a while, so he didn't go into it anymore.