The morning fog in the mountains is quite heavy, and in the autumn, the cold becomes heavier. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no rooster crow, Chen Sanlang was awakened by a burst of birdsong. Get up and walk out of the tent and rinse up with mountain spring water. When I looked up, I saw that all sides were white, and I couldn't see clearly from a distance.

It's still early.

Last night, Xiaoyao Fudao had already left, and went straight to the mountain gate. This is his way, it is his way, and for a period of time from now on, I am afraid that he will not return to the city.

Separation is always easy to make people sad, Chen Sanlang has never been emotional, not the kind of literati who is sad and sad. Only this time, there are some different emotions rippling in the end.

At this moment, on the main peak of the white cloud mist, has the Taoist priest already gotten up, will he stand on a high place and look at this side from afar?

After a while, a strong aroma wafted from the camp. But the soldiers beat two pheasants, scalded them, chopped them up, put rice and water, and seasonings, and boiled a large pot of hot pheasant porridge.

Seeing the chicken feathers in that place, Chen Sanlang inexplicably remembered that day in Laoshan encountered the Shura Shadow, and was chased and killed quite embarrassed, the Taoist priest said that this Shura Shadow was afraid of chicken crows, Chen Sanlang said that it would be good if a few pheasants popped out......

Now that I think about it, I have an inexplicable smile: of course the pheasant is also a chicken, but the cry is probably far from that of the chicken, but I don't know if it has any effect on the Shura Shadow.

After the porridge was cooked, a soldier came over with a large bowl and presented it to Chen Sanlang.

Chen Sanlang took it and ate it slowly in small bites, only to feel that it was fragrant and delicious.

This kind of porridge water already belongs to the mountain treasure series.

After eating the porridge, the sun rises in the east, and under the sunshine, the fog dissipates, and the surrounding scenery gradually becomes clear. On top of many blades of grass, there are still a lot of dew drops rolling, which are reflected by the sun, reflecting a dazzling light.

Reaching out to twist it, breaking a dewdrop, and suddenly feeling cold, Chen Sanlang suddenly remembered the implementation of the field division system: now in the autumn season, it is not suitable for rice sowing, and the good time is missed. However, the crops in the field are not only rice, but also other species, such as yams, potatoes, etc., as well as various vegetables and vegetables, as long as they are planted and harvested.

The war started, the famine was everywhere, not to mention the fruits and vegetables, even the wild trees and grass leaves were picked up, when there was no green, and even the Guanyin soil was even eaten as a last resort. The hardest thing in the world to endure is hunger.

From this, it can be seen that as long as there is land, as long as crops are cultivated, it will be delicious food. If you plant more, you can still sell it, and you can harvest it and feed the livestock.

The Xintian system is like a fierce medicine, saving the entire Laoshan Mansion. The breath of the people's hearts will not lie, and countless breaths converge on the "Haoran Silk Book", which comes too much at once, so it has to be deposited first, and then slowly digested.

It didn't take long for the people to have their stomachs full, pack up, and set off.

Chen Sanlang only selected six soldiers, as well as three attendants carrying gift boxes, a total of ten people, riding horses, and set off.

The outer mountain area is quite flat, between the lush forests, there are sheep intestine trails interspersed with it, riding on horses, bumpy all the way, but bearable.

The place where the hermits are located is called "Plum Blossom Valley", named after the plum blossoms that bloom all over the place, and it is not far from the current camp, most of the time it is half an hour away.

Along the way, there were occasional birdsong, and other times it was mostly silent, only the sound of horses' hooves and the sound of walking.

In the past, Laoshan was by no means like this, with birds singing and flowers, and full of vitality. Since a magic rain fell, the forests and grasses have shrunk, and the birds and beasts have become sick, and many of them have lost their lives. This is still in the outer mountains, and the inner mountains are more affected, and I don't know what it looks like to wither.

The subtlety of the magic rain is unknown to ordinary people. They didn't think too much about the changes that happened in Laoshan, but they just felt a little strange.

Riding on a horse, because there was an entourage in front of him holding the reins of the horse, Chen Sanlang closed his eyes and recuperated to meditate on the ancient books in his mind.

I don't know how long the time has passed, and I don't know how long it has been, I suddenly heard a singing voice coming, and the voice was loud:

"The mountains and rivers are on fire, the homes are slight, and when I see the wolves and leopards, I hate to know that I am inferior. I worship the bright moon in my heart, but I want the clouds to return to ......"

Chen Sanlang opened his eyes, followed the sound, and saw a person standing there with his hands behind his back on the hillside in front of him. His figure was tall, dressed in white, and he looked a little out of the dust, and at a glance he knew that he was a hermit.

There are actually many types of hermits. Among them, there are very few who are really misanthropic and refuge, and in the mountains and wilderness, wild beasts are rampant, and mosquitoes are all over the air, how can they live for a long time while they are idle?

Seclusion has been known since ancient times. There is no way to determine which dynasty began to procedural, as long as a person drills into the woods and lies down in a hut, fame soars. Countless people applauded one after another, saying that they were so awe-inspiring and fearless of the powerful.

However, when the time came, these hermits immediately went out of the mountains, entered the official career, and became hot and powerful figures.

Hermits have their own scheming, nothing more than that.

Of course, there are also many people who have to hide in the mountains and become hermits in order to take refuge.

Now hiding in the Plum Blossom Valley is like this. When the barbarian army entered, these literati refused to join them, and it was difficult for them to flee to other places, so they hid in the deep mountains and valleys. Scholars, except for poor scholars, are all scholars, with a solid family background, as a hermit, naturally not alone, often dragging children and daughters, accompanied by wives and concubines, and waiting for their subordinates, and their lives are considered healthy.

Laoshan is the most famous mountain and river in Yongzhou, people continue to flee in, these people inevitably meet in the mountains, between each other, there is no lack of acquaintances, slowly, with more and more population, it has formed a group with the plum blossom valley as the main location, the beautiful name is called: plum blossom society!

The Plum Blossom Society has a reputation, and when Su Zhenhong was in charge of the city, he also sent people to invite hermit celebrities to come out of the mountain, but people didn't buy it. In order to maintain his reputation, Su Zhenhong did not force him and ignored it.

In many cases, the slaughter of literati is extremely taboo, and it is easy to provoke verbal criticism and lose people's hearts.

Yangzhou Yuan Wenchang was furious that day, not only because Yuan Geshu did not arrest Chen Sanlang back, but also for some other reasons, that is, Yuan Geshu killed Old Master Yang and burned Chenjiazhuang.

At that time, Brother Yuan was so angry that he lost his sense of proportion and made a big mistake.

Although Yuan Wenchang has an anti-heart, he is by no means the likes of Shi Pojun. The butcher's knife of the stone broken army does not care about morality, righteousness, fame and reputation. But it can't be done.

Chen Sanlang knew about the Plum Blossom Society, and he refused to miss it, and before he arrived in the Plum Blossom Valley, he first met a hermit, and when he listened to the poems, he seemed to be quite talented, and full of patriotism. Thinking about it, he inexplicably looked forward to it.

The hermit was alarmed by the noise, turned around, and saw the soldiers and horses, and was immediately startled, and astonished, and turned very neatly and went away.

Chen Sanlang called: "Brother, please stay!"

But when the man heard this, he went faster, and he began to run, and he cried out, "Someone has entered the valley!

It screamed as if someone had slashed it.

When Chen Sanlang saw this, he was stunned and couldn't make a sound: Which one is this performance? How can a hermit be so energetic, calm and resolute? It completely subverts the proud image of singing loudly just now.

The little guy who led the horse muttered in a low voice: "Childe, we frightened people. But we didn't do anything. ”