It is rumored that Mang Mountain is a feng shui blessing place that provides shade to descendants. As the saying goes, "Born in Chang'an, buried in Beimang", since the Zhou and Qin Dynasties, there are countless famous ministers and scholars buried in Mang Mountain. Waiting for Qiuniang
I followed the man and fled down the mountain. It was already dusk. Looking towards the mountain, I saw elms and willows, pines and cypresses, and large and small tombs scattered among them, creating a solemn atmosphere.
Lu Qiuniang was a little confused: "Does my benefactor live in this mountain? Why doesn't it look like a populated place?"
The man smiled and pointed back: "I was originally a farmer in Yangliu Village. Because I couldn't pay the rent for farming, I left the fields uncultivated and went up to the mountains. I specialized in cutting firewood, hunting hares, and so on.
Go to the city to sell food and exchange for some money to live." The man took a breath and said, "I and a few brothers built a few huts on the mountain. On weekdays, when we are too lazy to go down the mountain, we have enough food to last for a while. The girl will go to me first.
Then hide for a while and then make a fuss."
Lu Qiuniang thought about it, and now she had to do this, so she bowed respectfully: "Thank you so much for your benefactor."
Instead, the man became a little cautious: "Girl, don't call me your benefactor. I'm really not used to it. My surname is Yang, and I am the third eldest child in the family. The girl calls me Yang Sanlang."
Lu Qiuniang also smiled, and the sadness between her brows diluted a lot: "That's good. Brother Sanlang, my surname is Lu. Because I was born after the autumn, I have been called Qiuniang since I was a child. Later, when I entered the palace, I have always been called my empress.
." Mentioning Concubine Mei, Qiuniang's eyes turned red again.
The man hurriedly made a fuss: "It's getting late, sister Qiuniang. We have to go into the mountains quickly. The mountain road is difficult to walk, and the horses can't be taken up. It's better to kill them on the spot and get some tender meat that's good to chew."
It can satisfy hunger."
Lu Qiuniang couldn't bear it: "The horse is not a thief, and it has carried us all this way. How can Brother Sanlang do it? It's better to let him go."
The man thought for a while and realized that if he really killed the horse, it would leave a trace. If the thieves came looking for it, it would be troublesome. So he replied: "It's up to you, Sister Qiuniang!"
The two of them discussed and decided, Yang Sanlang took off the horse's chariot and put it on his shoulders. Then he hit the horse's butt with a stick, frightening the horse away and ran towards Luoyang City.
So Yang Sanlang and Lu Qiuniang walked along the gentler slopes towards the depths of Mang Mountain. The setting sun shone in through the sparse forest, dyeing the remaining snow golden. The two held each other and walked for more than an hour.
, the mist in my mouth became thicker and thicker, and I saw a small valley. There were not many trees in the valley, and the stream meandered down the valley, which had been frozen into a white streak. It was already dark at this time.
When it came down, the crescent moon hung on the top of Dongshan Mountain, and the stars flickered in and out of the sky. Through the moonlight and starlight, the outlines of several huts fell on the edge of the stream and were vaguely visible.
There were no lights in the huts. It was thought that several brothers had not returned from hunting and had camped in a cave. Yang Sanlang led Lu Qiuniang in the dark to a hut and pushed the door open.
It was so dark inside the house that neither of them could see each other clearly. Yang Sanlang touched an oil lamp from the right side of the door, took out a flint from his arms, and struck it with his hand. A spark of fire quickly grew from the oil lamp and grew into a fluttering flower.
The flames and orange light instantly filled the hut, gradually revealing the furnishings inside: a wooden table and four stools, all made of the crudest carpentry, with untreated wood on the edge of the table.
Tree bark. In the corner of the house is a stove and a water urn. There is a pot on the stove, and a few thick bowls and chopsticks are stacked together, as if there is a bit of fireworks. On the other wall are hung knives, animal traps, etc.
There are also some things that I can't name. Looking inside, there is another room, which I guess is a bedroom.
Lu Qiuniang looked at it for a while and then asked: "Brother Sanlang, don't your parents and brothers live here?"
Yang Sanlang was stunned for a moment and put the oil lamp on the wooden table: "My parents died long ago. The eldest brother and the second brother brought me up. Later, the eldest brother and the second brother went to Anxi to join the army and followed the man named General Feng who fought against the Turks.
. It took five or six years, but the two of them were illiterate, and no letters came back from home, so there was no news at all." Yang Sanlang seemed to have opened up his chatterbox and continued talking to himself, "This time
I heard that General Feng came back from Anxi and was sent to Luoyang by the imperial court to fight against the bandits. I originally wanted to go to the city and ask someone to find out the whereabouts of my brothers. Then I would sell the firewood and mountain goods collected during this period in exchange for some corn and salt.
.Only when I went there did I realize that the city was sealed and not even a mouse could get in..."
"Pfft——" Seeing Yang Sanlang's depressed look, Lu Qiuniang couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Yang Sanlang didn't mind, paused briefly, and then continued: "I unloaded the load of firewood under a tree not far from the west city gate. I waited for a day and a night, but before the city gate opened, I saw that everyone in the city was dead.
Price ran out, and there were also some empresses and high-ranking officials in the palace, dressed like you. I grabbed one of them and asked, only to find out that the thieves had come in. I didn't care about the load of firewood and mountain goods, so I ran with them.
.”
Yang Sanlang stopped when he said this, took out the gourd gourd from an inconspicuous rattan box next to the stove, scooped water into the pot, lit the stove, and boiled the water: "As you said, let's boil the water first.
It's important to cook." Qiuniang waved her hands aside to show that she didn't mind.
Yang Sanlang continued: "I ran a few steps and felt something was wrong, so I turned back, pulled out the stick for carrying firewood, and then started running with them again. Most of the people running away were heading towards the official road to the west. I ran
After a while, we turned north and thought it was the safest place in the mountains. You don’t know, but there is a peak in this mountain called Cuiyun Peak. There is Shangqing Temple on Cuiyun Peak. The old Taoists in the temple always say, '
There are many ancestors in Mang Mountain who are buried here, which will definitely protect the health of the people. If an ignorant person bumps into the ancestors, I am afraid that he will end up with a thunder and axe. I think that the thieves will not dare to come here, so I can go there with ease.
Go back. Unexpectedly, I bumped into the bandits again, so I hid, and later I saw you hiding in another place to rest. The bandits were yelling at that time, and I knew you had been discovered by them, so I had to rush forward.
Knock one out. When the other one comes back, he goes around behind him and knocks him unconscious."
The corner of Lu Qiuniang's mouth curled up slightly: "No wonder you kept holding on to that wooden stick along the way. It turns out that you are 'prepared for anything'!"
Yang Sanlang chuckled twice: "There is nothing that cannot be replaced. This stick for carrying firewood was cut down from a Thuja tree when my elder brother was still here, and it was cut out with a knife. If it is lost, it will be lost when the elder brother comes back."
Beat me up."
While he was talking, the water was boiling. Yang Sanlang grabbed a handful of corns and a handful of coriander seeds from the rattan box and threw them into the pot to cook. After a while, the aroma overflowed from the pot lid. Yang Sanlang grabbed two thick bowls and poured them into the pot.
The gourd and ladle put the cooked porridge into bowls. Each person had a bowl and ate by the light of an oil lamp.
After dinner, Yang Sanlang packed up the dishes and chopsticks and bolted the door of the house from the inside: "There are tigers and wolves in the mountains, so I'll be more careful at night. Sister Qiuniang, you can rest in the inner room." After saying this, he put the four stools together into a simple one.
On the bed, he took a robe made of animal skins from the wall, spread it on it, and lay down with his clothes on.
Lu Qiuniang also entered the inner room. An earthen kang occupied most of the space. There was a thick layer of soft hay on the kang, and a large patchwork of linen cloth was spread on the grass. One corner of the bed was made of bamboo strips.
The pillow and a pile of folded animal skins, unfolded, seemed to be larger than the one just now. The winter night was bitterly cold, especially in the mountains, so Qiuniang pulled the animal skins, wrapped them tightly and lay down.
There was a lamp like a bean outside, surrounded by darkness. When Yang Sanlang heard that Lu Qiuniang had gone to sleep, he sat up again, turned off the oil lamp, turned over and continued to lie down, and soon began to snore loudly.
It was a thrilling day, and she experienced many changes. Lu Qiuniang was already exhausted, and she suddenly felt like a dream. Only then did her sleepiness seem to find an outlet, and soon she fell into a deep sleep. In her sleep, she was Concubine Mei, and then she fell asleep.
My parents were far away in Hengzhou, and I could vaguely hear the snoring outside and the roaring of wild animals in the mountains.