In the valley to the west of Mount Tai, Meng Gongwei was a great Confucian of Nanyang. At this time, his agility was comparable to that of the old woodcutter in the mountains.
He strode to a rock edge, picked up the gray-white rock on top of the red rock, and held it in his hand to examine it carefully.
Meng Jian glanced at the gray-white rock in his hand, then took out the book in his arms and compared it, muttering to himself.
"Stones are divided into gray crystals. Beside the sea, most of them are white crystals. In the wild mountains and swamps, the crystal grains are gray, just like the walls of rural farmhouses. Crystal, gray, crystal, gray!"
"The stone in my hand should be a vein of white gray. Let me see if what Mr. Datong said is the truth of heaven and earth!"
Meng Gongwei muttered in his mouth, as if reciting a mantra, he lifted the stone with both hands and threw it to the ground.
"Crack!" A sound.
The gray-white stone broke into four or five pieces underground, revealing the gray-white background. Pick up the stone fragments and wipe them away with your hands. Your fingers were instantly covered with gray-white.
"This stone, as recorded in Mr.'s book, is exactly the limestone that Dong'a needs!"
"There are these rocks all over the mountains and plains here, Datong, this is God helping me in Yanzhou, God is helping me in Yanzhou!"
"What are you still doing? Quickly take the stone and examine it to see Mr. Datong's bloodline. How accurate is this conclusion?"
Meng Gongwei took a quick look and saw that there were gray and white rocks everywhere for several miles in front of him, above and below the red rocks. He was so happy that he shouted to the students of Cangting Academy behind him.
Dozens of students headed toward the mountains together, and deep in the valley, there was a sudden burst of laughter.
When Guan Hai saw this scene, his face was also full of joy. He sat on the big stone under him and looked at the dozens of people in front of him. Everyone had high-spirited expressions on their faces, and suddenly a feeling came into his heart.
When he was in the Yellow Turban Army, Fang Guang, at this age, thought about how to survive today every day.
People in their teens are like tigers and wolves in the mountains. If they don't kill the soldiers of the government, army and powerful nobles, they will be killed.
Now, only a few years later, the children of farmers in Yanzhou are learning all the principles of heaven and earth. This is all the result of the efforts of that yellow scarf Fang Guang!
"This kid from Datong, I thought he had a lot of potential before!"
Guan Hai was so happy that he couldn't help bragging to an old yellow scarf brother next to him. His words seemed to show off his seniority.
Along the way, whenever he was in a happy mood, he would talk about something that happened to Fang Guang back then. Students from the school's lineage were already familiar with it. No one got tired of hearing about these things. Several Fang Guang, seeing the big man happy,
Smiling, he moved closer to Guan Hai to collect rocks, hoping to take the opportunity to listen to the captain tell him what happened back then.
Just when there was peace, suddenly, the Yellow Turban veteran, who had been fighting in the mountains for a long time, sat on the big rock, his brows furrowed suspiciously.
Guan Hai could clearly feel the sound of horse hooves and neat footsteps coming from the mountain road three or four miles away in the valley.
This sound is exactly the sound of the footsteps of well-trained soldiers on their way.
"Master Meng, no, why are there soldiers in this mountain?"
"Didn't Datong say that this place is a place where Xuzhou, Yanzhou and Qingzhou have no control?"
"Meng Gong, please let the students hide quickly. I'll go and see who's army is in the mountains here."
Guan Hai's cat demon came to Meng Jian not far away, and together with him he greeted the Dongjun students and hid among the rocks.
Fortunately, both the refugees in Xuzhou and the military households in Qingzhou are used to living in troubled times.
These peasant students, who were very familiar with each other, hid themselves.
At this time, Guan Hai could already see that on one side of the valley, on the remains of the straight road that was probably left by the Qin people, thousands of soldiers were walking through the mountains like ants.
The strong man couldn't see the flag clearly, so he gritted his teeth and used the yellow scarf method to sneak to the side of the road. Only then did he see that on the road down the mountain, the soldiers were all wearing the Xuzhou flag.
The leader of the Xuzhou Army, with a leopard's head and a tiger's face, eyes like copper bells, was surrounded by a group of miscellaneous horsemen heading west. If he wasn't Zhang Fei from Yan whom he had seen in Pengcheng, who was he?
Xuzhou people and horses went all the way to the west, and after another hundred miles, they reached the county seat of Dongjun!
"No, my lord is in danger!"
When Guan Hai saw this scene at the bottom of the mountain, a layer of sweat poured out from his back. His little brother's wealth and life, and his wife's dowry were all exposed in Dong'a City to the soldiers here!
One day later, Dong'a, beside the Yellow River in Cangtingjin.
A man in black robes, Fang Guang, stood next to a woman in white, walking barefoot among the fields together.
It's the middle of winter soon, and this year's wheat and beans harvest in East County has been completed. Here, the Xuzhou refugees have a custom of stepping on the soil to pray for blessings and a good harvest at the end of the year.
In the entire Dongjun, in the eyes of the refugees, the most noble person is naturally the Grand Administrator Fang.
Old man Xu met Fang Guang under the introduction of Tai Shici, and that's how today's farmer's festival came about.
Fang Guang was a man of two generations, and he knew that the land under his feet was the foundation for the people of Jiuzhou to settle down and live their lives.
An ordinary scholar-prefect would not understand the mood of the people, but he was of one mind with all the people here. He felt that when he stepped on the soil with his bare feet, a sense of security and happiness overflowed from his chest.
Next to Fang Guang, his wife Cai Yan felt the same as her husband. She walked down the field with a pretty face and a scary blush.
"Sir, I just feel that today, here, you are truly one with me!"
"Yan'er just wants to be by Xianggong's side, always on the fields, and keep moving forward."
Beside Fang Guang, Cai Yan grabbed her husband's arm and nestled against the governor of Dongjun. He felt peaceful and happy in his heart. He only felt that the family changes in Chang'an, his fiancé's death from illness, and the grievances caused by others' criticisms had all dissipated in the fields on the south bank of the Yellow River.
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"People regard soil as the heaven and earth. All things in the world, if traced to their origin, are from the soil."
Fang Guang didn't utter a new word, and suddenly stopped talking, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
A few miles away, a man in ragged clothes was flying toward him, shouting something loudly as he ran.
When the soldiers guarding the fields saw this man, they all moved out of the way.
"Guan Hai, what the hell? Were you robbed by the Taishan bandits? Where is Meng Gongwei? Where are my students? They were all kidnapped to the mountains?"
When the man ran to Fang Guang, the governor of Dongjun recognized that the beggar-like man in front of him was his first younger brother, Guan Hai.
When he left Dongjun, Guan Xiaowei looked arrogant. At this time, his armor was not there, and his face was covered with bloodstains scratched by branches and leaves of trees.
"Datong, it's bad, Zhang Fei is here!"
"What?"
"I said, Zhang Yide from Xuzhou is here. Meng Jian and I found white limestone in Mount Tai, and we happened to see Xuzhou soldiers and horses rushing towards this place."
"There are thousands of elites, what should we do? Now it's too late to call for help, my lord!"
At the twelfth hour of Guan Hai, after traveling hundreds of miles on the mountain road, he arrived here ahead of the Xuzhou soldiers.
When Fang Guang heard Zhang Fei's arrival, his heart sank slightly. He had worked with his third brother, the grumpy brother, for a year in Pingyuan. He knew that Zhang Yide was a wolverine. He had set his sights on the target and wanted to take a bite no matter what!