Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican also patted Wang Heming on the shoulder: "Brother Wang, there are many stories in history about pretending to be a ghost, causing chaos in the world with one move, and repelling millions of soldiers with one word."

"What fire and fox roar, stone man appears..."

"However, it is indeed rare to see someone like this Lord Magistrate, who is able to adapt to circumstances, set up traps everywhere, and is so shameless and vicious."

"Damn, even TV dramas wouldn't dare to shoot like this."

"You really have a great imagination. You can think of things that others dare not think of, and do things that others dare not do. What a talent!"

"Brother Wang, if you meet him in the future, you can't take it lightly..."

Wang Heming didn't understand the meaning of his strange words, so he didn't ask any more questions and nodded silently.

Ai Dajin said angrily: "You are talking pure nonsense, and you are judging the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

"How could the dignified Lord of the Palace use these tricks of robbers and thieves?"

Chen Zican chuckled: "If you use the tricks of the Jianghu, it will be easy to get promoted and make a fortune. Do you want to know?"

The two scholars immediately pricked up their ears.

What kind of person Wang Heming is, he is not short-sighted, he is just limited by the inertia and limitations of the thinking of this era. As soon as Chen Zican points it out, he will immediately understand.

At this time, he smiled and said: "Why don't you two go to the Qing court and say that you had a strange dream and pay homage to Confucius?"

"I saw him wearing a mandarin jacket and pigtails. He ordered all scholars in the world to obey God's will and serve the Manchus?"

"If the authorities hear about this matter, I guarantee you will be greatly rewarded and rise to prominence like that palace lord. What's the difficulty?"

Scholar Gao suddenly slapped the donkey's head: "Wonderful! This is a great plan. Brother, you are really a master..."

Suddenly he saw that everyone was looking at him with ridicule, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Doesn't this appearance of Master Guandi prove that our Qing Dynasty covers all corners of the world and is obeying the will of heaven and people?"

"God's will cannot be violated. Ji Laosheng's self-destruction is a lesson learned..."

"exactly!"

Ai Dajin answered: "The clothes of each dynasty were different. During the Three Emperors period, the ancestors wore animal skins as clothing, the Zhou Dynasty had long sleeves and robes, and the Han Dynasty had deep clothes with curved collars..."

"It can be seen that the current Qing Dynasty shaved off hair and changed clothes, it was just a matter of following nature."

"Besides, the so-called wise man is a man who knows the current affairs."

"As long as we, the scholars, have a noble character, are loyal to the court and filial at home, we are all disciples of the saints. Why should you always sneer at the two of us!"

Chen Zican laughed.

"I heard that in the bird country, everyone praises the peacock for its beautiful feathers."

"The crow was very unconvinced and said, although the peacock feathers are beautiful, they are not as white and flawless as mine!"

"Everyone laughs at it. It's okay if others say this. If you are white, then what is dark?"

"Crow said, don't laugh, I'm not talking nonsense."

"As evidenced by Tang poetry, jade is not as white as a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun. Think about it, no matter how white the white jade is, it is not as white as me. This shows how white I am..."

"The Chief Gongzhi heard it under the tree and said with a smile, what a arrogant beast, he can also quote scriptures!"

Everyone laughed when they heard Chen Zican's scolding.

Ai Dajin's fat cheeks trembled with anger, he pointed at Chen Zican and shouted: "You little beast..."

Before he finished speaking, Tong Monk suddenly pushed up his bamboo pole, using his legs to exert force, the hull of the boat immediately tilted, and Kou'er exclaimed and threw himself into Chen Zican's arms.

A hand next to him stretched out like lightning and firmly held Chen Zican's armpit, but it was Wang Heming.

At this time, they heard a few "plop-plop" sounds, and Ai Dajin and Gao Shusheng hugged their two skinny donkeys and fell into the river together.

The two scholars were both from Guanzhong and could not swim. They were dancing wildly in the water with their hands and feet, screaming for help.

Ai Dajin stretched out his hand and grabbed the donkey's tail. The donkey neighed and kicked him in the face with a hoof. He screamed and sank into the water.

When he came up, his face seemed to be covered with a big bright red mark.

The two donkeys didn't even look back, they paddled their limbs and swam away with the current.

The water flow was gentle, and both he and Scholar Gao were very fat, unusually fat.

Although I was very panicked when I fell into the river and drank some water, I couldn't sink.

Chen Zican smiled and said: "The two Yi Qi boast that they are of noble character, and they both have a lot of gold and books from sages."

"The scenery on the river is very beautiful today. If you can write a poem and show your talent, how about I pull you up?"

Scholar Gao spat out a mouthful of river water and was about to curse angrily when Chen Zican took the bamboo pole and pressed down his bald gourd that was exposed on the water.

Ai Dajin wanted to speak, but Chen Zican's Penny came to his head.

He quickly shouted: "Don't press, don't press, I have it, I have it..."

Chen Zican hit him on the head with a bamboo pennant: "Speak quickly!"

Ai Dajin had a bitter face, as if he was constipated.

Seeing that the pennant was about to be knocked down again, I suddenly saw white clouds reflected in the water. I was so blessed that I shouted loudly: "There are many white clouds on the clear river -"

Chen Zican laughed: "Not bad, not bad, is there anything else?"

Ai Dajin frowned and looked around in panic, but could no longer find inspiration. Suddenly he burst into tears and exchanged tears...

Chen Zican saw Scholar Gao floating up and hit him on the head with a bamboo pen: "What about you?"

Scholar Gao saw Ai Dajin crying so hard that he couldn't help but feel sad when he thought about how he, a dignified scholar, had been teased by this group of people. He opened his mouth and howled loudly.

Chen Zican shook his head and picked up the pennant.

"You are such a useless scholar, I'd better send you to the bottom of the water to meet Dr. Qu Yuan."

"Study hard, what is loyalty, filial piety, justice, and by the way, learn how to compose poetry..."

Scholar Gao and Ai Dajin screamed at the same time: "No, no, no - Master, Master, please spare us!"

Chen Zican smiled and said, "That's all. Today, young master, I will show mercy and finish this poem for you."

"Listen carefully: There are many white clouds on the Qingqing River, and inside the white clouds are Miluo. Two fat geese jump into the water, and a pair of gourds float on the blue waves. The short ones are often beaten with sticks, and the tall ones are slapped by donkeys for their stinky poems. No wonder Qu Yuan didn't accept it. You, just because you are too dirty on weekdays."

After Chen Zican chanted, everyone laughed.

In my heart, I hated the nonsense these two birds of a feather had just talked about. I felt so unhappy now.

Monk Tong clapped his hands and shouted, "Good poem, good poem——"

Kuo'er looked up at him: "Brother Tong, is this poem really good? I didn't even understand it."

"However, Kuan'er also thinks that the young master's recitation is quite nice..."

Monk Tong was at a loss for words for a moment. Even though it was a limerick, he didn't quite understand it. He was just teasing.

Wang Heming couldn't help laughing, and said to Kou'er with a smile: "Your young master composed it, so it is certainly a good poem."

"Not to mention the good use of allusions, just the word "poetry smells" is homophonic with "shistin", which is a pun, and perfectly matches the word "farts", then it is considered a good poem..."

Kou'er saw that his idol, Brother Wang, said it was a good poem, so it must be a good poem.

He happily pulled Chen Zican up and down and said, "Master, you are so awesome, you can even compose poems!"

Everyone laughed again.

Chen Zican stretched out his bamboo pen and pulled the two scholars onto the boat.

The two of them were like drowned rats, huddled in the stern of the boat and shivering.

You look at me, I look at you, and I wish the other person had just drowned in the river, or that he never knew me.

When we arrived at the other side, the carriages and horses were ready and waiting.

Kou'er helped Chen Zican get into the car, and suddenly he heard someone whispering from behind: "This, this lady——"

"Well, I was born late and my luggage was all taken away by a donkey. I am penniless. You are like a Bodhisattva and have a heart like a Bodhisattva. Can you take pity on us and give us some money to eat?"