the next day.
Wu Ju, who was still wrapped in cloth strips on his arm, came to the place where he usually taught the two young masters of the Xiang family with a generous heart.
Zishu had already been here early. Seeing that Wu Ju, who was a little inconsistent with him on weekdays and had a look of tea on his face yesterday, for some reason, he didn't feel bored, but instead felt a little sad about being sympathetic.
"Brother Wu, I didn't expect that Zishu would die with you one day."
"Zi Shu..."
The two looked at each other speechlessly, and their expressions were full of sadness.
Xiang Yu and Xiang An also came over quickly. The two of them were so scared that they taught for a while, but found out...
They seem to be a little serious?
Although it is not about the kind of concentrated study, in general, at least it is not about going to sleep.
Xiang An looked at the surprised and scared look of the two gentlemen, and scratched his head with a wry smile: "Two gentlemen, you shouldn't be so afraid of us brothers."
"Although our apology yesterday was a little bit of apology, it was indeed our attitude."
Xiang Yu put his hands on his knees: "At least, we should not be people with traits, it is what my uncle expects of us."
"Of course, if what the two gentlemen said would be more interesting, it would be better."
Xiang Liang stood outside the room, stroked his beard, with a satisfied smile on his face.
Finally, I can handle my own affairs with confidence.
But it’s not enough for the two of them to learn knowledge. I have to find the fourth brother to teach them the art of war.
The descendants of Chu will surely destroy Qin. Even if they cannot die now, they will definitely do this in the future!
In any case, you have to pass on the military tactics, and these two kids are so strong that they may try it in their lifetime...
No, I still don't want to be that far.
Take your time.
......
May.
North of Pei and east of Huai River.
This place is called Mount Yu.
Zijia Village at the foot of the mountain has been a bit tight recently.
For some reason, after this year's spring plowing, the seeds buried in the ground have not sprouted for a long time. The past one or two months have passed, and a few small wilted buds have just emerged.
"What should I do?" Zijia Village was wiping sweat from her head, and her old face was filled with an anxious expression that was about to cry.
Since the beginning of spring, the entire Zijia Village has been busy with spring plowing, and the fact that this is indeed the result is waiting for, which makes him not anxious.
What is urgent is not just the tax revenue of the Qin Dynasty, but the most important thing is the belly of the people.
If these grains do not continue to grow, what should I do in Zijia Village this year!
He sat on the ridge of the fields holding the soil, with his mouth wide open, looking sad.
I have tried all the methods, but the food in the land just doesn’t grow long.
His hands drooped weakly, and the soil flowed down from his fingertips like water.
"...Shanjun, what should I do..."
He turned his head and looked at Wushan.
The mountain seemed to have bald spots, green and earthy. Except for the evergreen tree, other trees did not sprout since spring, and even the evergreen tree tops were a little yellow.
"...Shanjun!" The old man suddenly realized something and stood up suddenly.
"It must be something happened to Shanjun! I haven't realized it for so many days!"
He climbed up to the ridge of the fields, ran back to his house with a hunched body, and searched for his own book.
"You have to contact the villages of several surrounding villages. People in Mount Wu should not enter. Only those who hold the Tiger King can go up the mountain to serve incense."
After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets for a while, he finally found the Tiger Lord in a book. The Tiger Lord was engraved with a tiger down the mountain, slightly worn and dull in color, but Lao Li was holding the old wooden slip in his hand and felt relieved.
"In theory, it is June to go up the mountain to offer incense to Shanjun, but now, you must meet Shanjun in advance..."
Zili was holding the Hu Junjian and sat on the ground, folding her hands together and closing her eyes.
"Shanjun...is offended..."
......
Zili was not delaying, so she immediately called two farmers and followed him to the neighboring village.
There are three villages at the foot of the mountain. One is Wujia Village, which faces north and south, the farthest from the Huai River, the other is Yangjia Village, which is located on the west side of the mountain and has the largest village area. The other is Zijia Village, the richest village in the north of the mountain. The three villages are on the three sides of the mountain and have many interactions. Although there have been conflicts and frictions, they are all the people of the mountain and they are barely considered to be harmonious with each other.
Zi Lizheng first went to Yangjia Village and met Yang Yi, Lizheng from Yangjia Village.
When Yang Yi became the official of Yang's family, he was not old yet. Now he is just in his thirties. When he saw that Zi's family was coming, he welcomed him in anxiously.
"Is Zijia Village okay today?" Yang Yi looked at the Zijia Lao Zheng, and even felt an anxiety overflowing.
"Not very good, Yang Yi, I see you are so anxious, it seems that the Yang family is also..."
Yang Yi was full of sorrow and slapped his thighs: "Isn't that true? I don't know what's wrong with this place. The food I planted will not last for a day. I'm going to tell you that I was still watching the place before you came."
"What's the use of seeing it..." Zijia Village was named Zi Bo. He is already fifty years old this year. Like Yang Yi, he is from the local Li Zheng. He sighed, "I came to you because of this."
"What's wrong, you have a way to break the deadlock?" Yang Yi looked at Zi Bo with hope.
"The way to break the situation is not with me, but with Shanjun." Zi Bo groped in his arms for a while and took out his Tiger Junjian.
"You mean Shanjun's Wine Festival..." Yang Yi showed a little hesitation on his face, "But it's only May now, this is not in line with the rules..."
"Now there is no other way except to worship Shanjun, right?" Zi Bo rubbed Hu Junjian with rough fingers, his face full of sorrow. "If there was no other way, I wouldn't want to ask Shanjun."
"Shanjun only protects the life and death of the village, not the people's livelihood. This has been passed down in our three villages for a hundred years. How can I not know?"
"But... now, I'm afraid that something has happened to Shan Jun himself."
"Ah! Mr. Zi, you can't say this randomly!" Yang Yi frowned suddenly, a little anxious.
"Look up and look at the mountain, the boy of the Yang family." Uncle Zi said nothing, but walked to Yang Yi's side with a hunch and patted Yang Yi on the shoulder, "We can't say bad things about gods, but what can't we say about gods?"
"We have to go and see anyway, don't we?"
After hearing Zi Bo's words, Yang Yi subconsciously looked up at Wushan, but was stunned.
Chapter completed!