Fox Road Travel Notes

Towards the afternoon, the carriages and horses meandered out of the mountains and came to a large river.

Wang Heming greeted the two of them to get out of the car, and together they came to the river embankment. They saw vast and endless smoke waves, and no cattle or horses could be distinguished between the two banks.

Chen Zican said in surprise: "What a big river. Is this the Yellow River?"

The young monk behind him said with a smile: "The little fairy is just kidding, where is the Yellow River here!"

"This is the Dasha River. The Yellow River is not that clear."

"It's the spring flood now, so the river is a bit bigger, but this river is usually more than a mile wide!"

Little did Chen Zican know that in later generations the Dasha River would become a small ditch and almost dry up.

Only a 1,200-meter-long Shahe Bridge remains, witnessing the original magnificence of the river and the vicissitudes of history.

"Thank you, Brother Tong, for your advice."

Chen Zican quickly greeted Monk Tong.

The young monk was flattered and quickly returned the favor.

"Oh, I can't help it. Don't be too polite, little god. I can't bear it!"

"Zhou Dianxian is an old man from the White Lotus Sect three hundred years ago. He is at least a dozen generations behind us!"

"You are his disciple..."

Chen Zican's face turned red and he hurriedly grabbed Tong Monk.

"Brother Tong, what are you talking about!"

"You have a broad mind and great martial arts skills. I sincerely call you big brother, Tizhou——"

Next to him, Wang Heming patted him on the shoulder and took over the conversation: "Brother Tong, children of Jianghu, what matters is life and death over a glass of wine, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, what's the point!"

"Senior Zhou, be his senior master, and Brother Chen, be his own brother, they have nothing to do with each other."

"From now on, don't call him "little god" anymore, just Brother Chen."

Chen Zican wanted to explain that he had nothing to do with Zhou Dianxian, but Wang Heming tugged at his sleeve again.

So he changed his words: "Brother Wang is right, from now on I will call you Brother Tong!"

The young monk was frightened and happy at the same time, and he agreed again and again.

Chen Zican felt relieved when he saw that his eyes were much better, only slightly red and swollen.

However, the fields are not plowed, and I feel that my face is covered with herbs. I am too embarrassed to see people, and I will not get out of the car.

Chen Zican went over to say hello to him, but he still responded with a few words, obviously he still had some grudges in his heart.

Over there, Wang Heming assigned his men to look for ferries along the upper and lower reaches of the Dasha River.

Others unloaded the horses, loosened their girths, let them rest, and fed them with concentrates.

Some of the rest were chopping wood and carrying water, and some were cooking pots. Dozens of people performed their duties, and everything was taken care of in a short time.

Chen Zican was filled with admiration when he saw it.

Eight hundred miles away, Dongting is still too small!

This eldest brother Wang Heming and Wang is a character who turns into a dragon when encountering a storm.

It's just that the leader of Wu Village had saved his life, but he still had to be trapped in this shallow water after all. What a pity!

After seeing everyone disperse, Wang Heming came over and said with a smile, "Brother Chen, are you resting well?"

"If we can cross the river today, we will cross the river and camp. If we cannot cross the river, we will stay here and rest for the night."

"Anyway, we will definitely be able to get to Shimen Town tomorrow."

Chen Zican nodded.

He didn't know that this Shimen Town would later become the capital of Northern Hebei Province.

"I have made an appointment with the Eighteen Villages of Taihang, the Thirteen Families of Kuidong, and various rebel heroes from Shandong to gather in Shimen Town."

"Discuss how to cooperate with the three generals Sun Kewang, Li Dingguo, and Liu Wenxiu in sending troops to the Northern Expedition this time."

"Brother Chen, if you have nothing to do, you might as well join in the fun with me, and also form a good relationship with all the heroes in the world."

"Then, I will send Brother Chen to Huaiqing Mansion."

Chen Zican thought for a moment and came to the scene of "The Legend of the Great Iron Vertebra" this time in order to get close to this strange man and learn all his skills.

And visiting that cheap brother is just a cover.

If you have nothing to do, it would be a good idea to follow Wang Heming and meet these contemporary heroes.

So he nodded in agreement.

Everyone had their meal by the river, and two men in black pulled a flat-bottomed river boat over from upstream.

The boat is not big, two or three feet long, and can barely accommodate a carriage, or two or three horses, or seven or eight people.

Wang Heming called on everyone to pack up and start crossing the river in batches.

After several trips back and forth, only Wang Heming and two Tong'er, Chen Zican, Kuo'er, Tong Monk and others were left by the river.

At this time, two scholars dressed up and rode on donkeys came along the river.

He shouted from afar: "Hey, people in front of you, is there a ferry here?"

Wang Heming nodded, and Shi Jian said loudly: "There is a boat, and we are waiting to cross the river."

The two men were overjoyed when they heard this and drove over on donkeys. They both looked like doughy scholars.

Panting, I got off the donkey and looked at the people by the river. I was surprised to see the ferocious face of the young monk.

But when I saw that Wang Heming was handsome and elegant, and Chen Zican was dressed like a kid from a rich family, I felt relieved.

The short one was less than five feet tall, weighed two hundred kilograms, and was so fat that his neck was missing.

He came over with his chest high and his belly folded, met Wang Heming, and asked: "This brother, must be Chunlei's return home, right?"

"Oh, this subject is much more difficult than the previous two subjects! We have missed a good time..."

Wang Heming nodded, smiling and saying nothing.

The tall scholar had finished his ceremony, and then he came over, also a fat man.

Hearing this, he took over the conversation from a distance: "That's right!"

"It is said that in the first two times that the Celestial Empire opened the examination to recruit scholars, many scholars were too conceited and refused to go out to take the examination, so that there were only a few people in the examination room."

"In the end, the imperial court had no choice but to admit all the candidates, regardless of whether they were good or bad, and grant them official positions."

"That's really great luck!

"When we went to Beijing this time, there were so many people taking the exam that they were like crucian carp crossing the river. They were in such large groups that we couldn't even find a guest room."

"I heard that those former subordinates who had little knowledge, old students who had failed in the examination for a long time, and even scholars who had been dismissed long ago went to bribe the local government to get a recommendation letter and wanted to try their luck in the examination room! "

"They actually joined in the fun, but they made us serious scholars suffer..."

"you do not say!"

The short scholar always complained when he mentioned it.

"Those guys who are just pretending to be good, see that the Holy Master is eager to seek talents, so they all come to fish in troubled waters."

"Oh, the mud and sand are pouring down, why don't we bury all the real gold in our lives!"

Chen Zican responded loudly: "Haha, there are indeed two big lumps of real gold!"

Everyone couldn't help but smile.

The two of them were not angry when they heard his sarcastic words, but seeing that he was dressed in luxurious clothes, they didn't dare to offend him, so they had to pretend they didn't hear.

Scholar Gao turned around and sneered: "Brother Gao, aren't you also a hermit in Zhongnan Mountain?"

"I heard that you and brothers Shiqi and Shixin swore an oath to be the Boyi and Shuqi of the Ming Dynasty. Why are you so eager to join in the fun if you don't eat Zhousu?"

The short scholar's face turned red and he said loudly: "What's the Ming Dynasty? That's the Qian Ming Dynasty!"

"Brother Shiqi went out to take the exam after taking one subject, and now he has become the county magistrate of Yuncheng. This shows that we in the Qing Dynasty uphold the holy way."

"Besides, the sage has something to say: "A state with the right will not be abolished; a state without the right will not be punished."

"I, Mr. Gao, lived in seclusion in Zhongnan only because my former dynasty was immoral."

"Now, I, the Lord of the Qing Dynasty, have saints, ministers and virtuous people, and there are many things waiting to be done."

"If we don't come out to serve the country, wouldn't we have read all the books of sages in vain?

Chen Zican nodded in agreement: "No, you two are full of sage books!"

He couldn't help but burst out laughing.