After Li Zian and his party entered Huguang, their marching speed quickly increased.
But I wasn't in such a hurry for the return trip, and I knew everything was fine in the house and there were no problems on official matters, so there was no need to travel day and night.
Every day I would find a place to stay on time that night, and then set off on my way the next morning.
Li Zian wanted to go to Chenzhou Mansion to see the resettlement situation of the refugees, but it happened that he didn't have to take a long detour and only needed to change his route slightly.
However, due to some deviations on the road, he took an unnecessary journey and delayed his trip. Counting the time, it was impossible to reach Chenzhou Fucheng before the city gate was closed, so Li Zian planned to find a nearby village to stay overnight.
Yan Laosan was very familiar with everywhere in Huguang. When he heard this, he immediately suggested: "Master, there is a village a few miles ahead. The village is hidden in terrain. They and I are old acquaintances. Let's
You can stay there."
"Okay, then you go and explore the way first." Li Zian nodded.
"Yes!" Yan Laosan responded, and he quickly ran to the front of the team, heading towards the village.
Qi Zihao, who had been following the team all the way, immediately followed after seeing this.
"Why go?"
"I'm going to explore the village ahead to see if I can borrow a place for a night."
Qi Zihao roughly judged the terrain and asked: "Lujia Village? I remember that the people gathered in Lujia Village are not Han people, and they are quite xenophobic. Is this okay?"
"I have a relationship with their chief, so there should be no problem."
The two of them hurriedly arrived at the entrance of Lujia Village.
As soon as we arrived at the mountain pass, we were immediately stopped.
"Who is it?" The young man guarding the entrance to the village was very vigilant. He stood on a high stone and looked down at the two of them.
"This little brother, is your chief still Yang Fuming now?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm a friend of your mayor. If you tell him that Yan Laosan is here, he will know about it."
The young man hesitated for a moment and said: "You guys wait here, don't go any further, otherwise we will not be responsible for the death of people and horses."
After that, he turned around, jumped off the high stone, and went back to the village to report the news.
"On the surface it looks like that, but it turns out it's just a lie." Seeing this, Qi Zihao couldn't help but sneer, "No matter what, we should arrange for two people to guard, and one person to go back and report the news, at least there can still be someone to continue guarding.
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"This is not your military camp, it's just a village. It's not that complicated."
The two chatted for a while, and soon saw the young man leading a middle-aged man in his forties coming out of the mountain pass.
The person who came was none other than Yang Fuming, the head of Lujia Village.
When he saw Yan Laosan, he immediately came up to him and greeted him very enthusiastically: "Brother Yan, why are you free to come to our village today? You are such a rare visitor!"
"Brother Yang, to be honest, I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything today!" Yan Laosan briefly explained the matter in a few words, and then said, "So I wanted to come over and ask if I could stay overnight in the village.
For one night, we have our own dry food and hay. We don’t need to trouble the village for these, as long as we have a place to settle down.
After hearing this, a strange look suddenly flashed across Yang Fuming's face. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "It's not impossible to come and stay overnight, but I have a condition."
"What are the conditions, Brother Yang, just tell me." Yan Laosan thought he wanted some silver coins, but he had already touched the scattered silver coins in his sleeve pocket.
Unexpectedly, Yang Fuming said: "As long as you promise to close the doors and windows after dark, and don't go out no matter what sound you hear."
Hearing this, Yan Laosan felt an inexplicable chill on his back. He punched Yang Fuming on the shoulder and said, "When did you start pretending to be a ghost?"
Yang Fuming said with a serious expression: "Brother Yan, I am really not kidding you. This is the rule in our village.
"If you can guarantee this, I will immediately ask someone to arrange for you to enter the village. If you cannot guarantee this, then I will have no choice but to apologize!"
Seeing this, Yan Laosan could only pat his chest and promise: "Brother Yang, just don't worry, I will make it clear to them and I will never break the rules of the village."
After receiving the guarantee, Yang Fuming's complexion improved a lot, but he urged anxiously: "Are your people far away? You should bring them over quickly and settle down before dark. You can't go out again after dark.
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Yan Lao San turned back and quickly brought everyone to the entrance of the village.
Yang Fuming was still waiting at the entrance of the village and led everyone into the village from the mountain pass.
The road into the village is a long and narrow path between two mountain peaks, which can only accommodate one person and one horse. When you look up, you can see a sliver of sky above.
Both Li Zian and Qi Zihao were paying attention to the surrounding environment at all times, and they thought in unison that this was a place that was easy to defend but difficult to attack.
After crossing the mountain pass of Yixiantian, your eyes immediately opened up.
Lujia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces water on one side. The terrain in the village is very flat.
The cellar houses are distributed in an orderly manner, and it can be vaguely seen that they are scattered in five directions with the village temple and the pond in front of the temple as the center.
The lanes in the village are intricately intertwined and there are many small roads, making it difficult to get out without the help of villagers.
Everyone followed Yang Fuming inside. Fan Bingrong couldn't help but be speechless the more he looked at it. The location of this village was simply wonderful.
He had learned some skills in reading the terrain from his father since he was a child. Although he was not as proficient as the old man, he could still discern some famous Feng Shui tactics.
This hinterland can be said to have been grown in accordance with the saying in the Feng Shui book: "As Zigui comes and dragons go to Haigong, the descendants will be prosperous and endless."
The roads in the village are all built in the dragon style, and later generations used the design of excavating a pond to connect to the Wushui River in front of the village, artificially forming the "Things where water comes from are called Tianmen, and where water goes away are called Dimen, and Tianmen".
The pattern should be open and the ground door should be closed.
The roads and village temples in five directions form the Five Dragons Playing with Pearls.
Each pond merges into five canals, and finally merges into the big pond in front of the temple, which is where the five dragons return to their thrones.
When the pond is full, it overflows and flows into the Wushui River in front of the village, forming a Feng Shui pattern that collects water and brings wealth.
It is definitely not a coincidence that the village was built like this. There must have been guidance from an expert back then.
Being able to make use of the terrain, build according to the situation, and achieve such an excellent Feng Shui situation through ingenious human design shows the level of this expert.
The more Fan Bingrong looked at it, the more he admired it. He was wondering if he should bring the old man over to have a look if there was a chance in the future.
With the old man's skill, he might still be able to see some details that he ignored.
However, given the old man's obsession with Feng Shui and terrain, when he saw such a good place, he was afraid that he would have to stay here and refuse to leave.