Several pieces of curved mirrors piled on the reeds on the crossbar were pulled by the pulley on the top of a wooden frame six feet high, and were dragged by the servants shouting slogans, rising to the top of a dusty brick building.
This square brick building, like an arrow tower on a city wall, rises from the ground on a hill on the southwest side of Liguoyi.
It's only three or four feet square, but it's about five feet high. It has no decoration and is dusty. Four pillars are used to support a small pavilion on the top platform of the brick building. In the center of the pavilion, there is a metal object. This thing looks like
It looks a bit delicate. A craftsman is holding a blueprint in his hand and playing with it.
Under the brick building under construction, Lu Guofeng, the postmaster of Liguoyi, looked up at the sky and cursed: "Damn it, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and it's still so hot today!"
While he was cursing, he was still sitting on a small gourd on the edge of the construction site. The big red-painted gourd in his hand also made some water sounds as he waved his arms, as if to cheer him up.
He cursed twice, then used his remaining right hand to take a sip of the bland water and wine in the gourd, making the couriers around him swallow their saliva.
Lu Guofeng cursed for a while, became more and more anxious, and shouted at the top of his voice: "You bastard, are you done?"
The craftsman above may not have heard, and was still busy with his head down. An apprentice next to him heard it, and seemed to have said something to him. The craftsman still ignored him, and just asked the apprentice to hand him the tool in his hand.
Although Lu Guofeng was troubled, he did not dare to leave the construction site and could only suffer under the sun. When he was depressed, red shadows flashed in the corners of his eyes. He turned his head and saw a fat monk walking at the foot of the mountain.
Lu Guofeng was bored, so he called out: "Come up, monk!" The monk who was walking heard someone calling him "monk" and looked up to see Lu Yichen waving to him.
He immediately called his head and walked up with his cassock. When he came closer, Lu Yicheng asked: "Aren't you Monk Zhitong from Pingshan Temple? How did you get here?"
With a smile on his face, Monk Zhitong bowed and said to Lu Guofeng: "It turns out that Sir Lu is in front of you. It is a coincidence that the young monk met a noble man today."
Lu Yicheng sneered and said: "You damn noble man. How did you, a drunken monk like you, come so far?"
Zhitong said flatteringly: "If you look up and down in Pengcheng, aren't you the one who can win the knighthood? Or is it Brother Lu who fought through mountains of corpses and sea of blood to get this wealth?" Although he said these auspicious words, Zhitong
He didn't dare to look at the muscle scars on Lu Guofeng's face, and kept staring at his hairline with a smile.
A smile appeared on Lu Feng's face. He pointed to the ground and said, "Sit down, monk." Zhitong complained in his heart, but his face didn't show it. He lifted his cassock to his waist and wandered around to find a relatively clean piece of grass to sit on.
Lu Guofeng asked again: "Where are you from?"
Zhitong had no choice but to return: "It's Wang Ju who mourns my death. Monk, I went over to do rituals for a few days and then I came over."
After hearing this, Lu Guofeng showed a Mona Lisa-like smile on his face. The remaining eyebrows on his left side were raised, and the scars on his face did not block his vulgar expression. He smiled and asked: "Then you can see that
A little widow?"
Zhitong's face was dripping with oil and sweat, and he thought to himself that you, a cripple who had only moved here less than a year ago, knew very well what was going on in these villages. He ate at the banquet at Wang Ju's house, and he didn't want to
Talking about other people's privacy, but seeing Lu Yichen's desire for knowledge deep in his soul, he unexpectedly nodded his head.
Lu Yicheng laughed again, handed the gourd to the postman beside him, and gestured with his right hand from top to bottom, drawing an indescribable curve, and Zhitong actually understood it. Listen.
Lu Yicheng asked: "But this?"
Zhitong nodded again. Lu Yicheng laughed loudly and hit the monk on the shoulder so hard that he almost lost his breath. Lu Yicheng said with a lewd smile: "This old Wang's family, that old bastard, damn
, a bunch of old bones, and he still wants to marry a wife. Haha! I heard that he was still pouting when he died - is it true? "
Zhitong was already tired from walking, but now he was entangled with Lu Yicheng again, and he felt very miserable. Seeing that the pervert was not over, he felt heartbroken, and he lay next to Sir Lu's ear and said: "Brother, you don't know,
Monk, I heard that Wang Juren said that he wants the young widow to remarry! Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don’t know which of the cheap ones in or outside Pengcheng is cheaper.”
After hearing this, Lu Yicheng's eyes almost popped out of his sockets. He took a breath and said, "Really? Is that what the little widow is willing to do? If Wang Ju, a man with a wealth of wealth and wealth, remarries this Huachai, he will be fine."
Gone."
Zhitong curled his lips and said: "Wang Juren is forty this year, and his damn father left him with a mother as big as a flower bone! Isn't this nonsense? If I were Wang Juren, I would have to send her away! Besides, what kind of custom is there in this world now?
How many young people are guarding it?"
After hearing this, Lu Yicheng blinked a pair of mung bean eyes on his face, put his head on Zhitong's bald head, and asked in a low voice: "When I came to Pengcheng last year, I saw the little widow once on the road. After that, I remembered
The hangings are all hard. The monk asked me, if I want to marry that little widow, is it possible?"
Zhitong, the fair-weather monk, usually did some work as a matchmaker to earn some extravagance. This was what he had in mind when he told the young widow about her remarriage.
Although Lu Yicheng is a cripple, the widow is no longer a young lady. What's more, Lu Yicheng has only been allocated a thousand acres of good land in Pengcheng, so he can be regarded as one of the few landlords.
Although he is not a scholar, he is the top of the civil nobility. In addition to the clan, this gentleman has the highest status in Pengcheng. Even when the prefect met this Yi Cheng, he did not dare to accept his courtesy and had to bow to him.
What's more important is that Lu Yicheng is young, less than thirty years old. Although he is a bit uglier and missing one hand, he won't need to do any work after he becomes an official. He only needs one hand to sign. Ruona
If the widow gave birth to a son and a half daughter by him, wouldn’t she lie in a honeypot for the rest of her life?
Zhitong wanted to curry favor with him, so he told Lu Yichen again: "It's not impossible, but to be honest, monk. Those girls all like to be handsome. Although Mr. Lu has a handsome appearance, his scars are a bit scary, and he is missing one."
I'm afraid it's difficult to use your hands."
After hearing this, Lu Guofeng took a sip into the ground. Touching his broken arm, his face seemed a little sentimental.
Seeing how sad he was, the monk hurriedly added: "I heard that in order to keep his promise, Wang Juren wanted to give his little girl a heavy dowry. If this was the case, the widow would have to find a young man if she had the money.
Only handsome young men can get married. For Mr. Lu to succeed, you have to ask the governor to drain the cauldron to make it happen."
After hearing this, Lu Guofeng smiled bitterly and said: "I am a martial artist, why do you give me face when you are promoted?"
The monk folded his hands and said: "Amitabha! You don't know. Even if you go to get a post from the prefect, you can just reach out and get it. How can Wang Juren have such dignity? I heard from people in the government office that you always come into this house.
The Yamen Council is a sure thing! Can Wang Juren enter? As a future political master, if you let a small Juren give you face, isn't that because his ancestors burned high incense?" After saying this, he laughed.
After hearing this, Lu Guofeng's eyes shone with hope. He patted the monk's shoulder and said, "Go find me tomorrow, and I'll kill a dog and stew it, and we'll do it together." Monk Zhitong swallowed his saliva with a grunt, and said with a cupped hand:
"sure!"
Then he pointed to the craftsman who was busy in the pavilion and said: "The monks have also traveled all over the country. This is the first time I have seen this tower. It is said in the countryside that this is the dragon vein that the emperor wants to suppress the world - I wonder what it does?"
Speaking of work, Lu Yichen became serious. He pointed to the top of the tower and said: "Did you see the thing they are installing? That thing can see fifty miles away. Did you see the semicircular mirror? The reflection of that thing at night is a hundred miles away.
You can see it. There are fifty-six stations from Nanjing to Beijing. The imperial court wants to use this thing to convey news, and urgent memorials can be transmitted to the capital in one night - I heard that the emperor named it 'Guang Bao'
'."
After hearing this, the monk said with dull eyes: "Master Lu, can you use it?"
Lu Yicheng said: "There are more than ten people in Liguoyi. It's very simple. Just count the number of times the previous person stood and the light was on. We remember that it's also a number. After confirming it, we turn around and go again.
Fore hair.”
Zhitong understood it, and seemed to find this "light reward" unbelievable, but also very ingenious. He asked again: "What should I do if I can't see it in foggy or snowy weather?"
Lu Yicheng said: "Why is it set up in a post office? If Tian'er is not good, he should ride horses and sail boats, just like before. But what was delivered before was a sealed memorial, and now we don't know what it means.