In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

"Of course, it would be better if what the two gentlemen were talking about could be more interesting."

Xiang Liang stood outside the room and stroked his beard with a satisfied smile on his face.

Finally, you can rest assured to handle your own affairs.

It's just that the two of them can't just learn knowledge. I have to find the fourth child and teach them the art of war.

The descendants of Chu will surely perish Qin, and even if they cannot perish now, they will certainly do so in future generations!

In any case, the art of war must be passed on, and these two boys are so strong that they may try it in their lifetime.

No, still don't want to go that far.

take it easy.

May.

North of Pei, east of Huai River.

This place is called Pangshan.

Zijia Village at the foot of Pangshan Mountain has been a little tight recently.

I don't know why, after this year's spring ploughing, the seeds buried in the ground haven't germinated for a long time. In the last month or two, a few weak buds have just emerged.

"How is this good?" Li Zheng from Zijia Village wiped the sweat from his forehead, with an expression on his old face that was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Since the beginning of spring, the entire Zijia Village has been busy with spring ploughing, waiting for such a result, which makes him not in a hurry.

The most important thing is not only the taxation of the Qin Dynasty, but also the stomach of the common people.

If these grains don't continue to grow, what will Zijia Village do this year?

Holding the soil, he sat on the field ridge with his mouth wide open and a sad expression on his face.

I've tried everything, but the food in this field just doesn't last long.

His hands drooped weakly, and the soil flowed down from his fingertips like water.

"Shan-kun, what should I do?"

He turned to look at Pangshan.

The Pang Mountain seems to have bald spots, one green and one earthy. Except for the evergreen tree, the other trees have not sprouted since the spring, and even the evergreen tree tops have already appeared. withered.

"Shanjun!" That old man suddenly realized something and stood up.

"It must be something happened to Shanjun! I didn't realize it for so many days!"

He climbed up the field ridge, and his hunched body trotted all the way back to his house, rummaging through his books.

"You have to contact Lizheng in the surrounding villages. People from Pangshan are not allowed to enter. Only those who hold the Tiger King's Slip can go up the mountain to offer incense."

After rummaging through the boxes for a while, he finally found the Tiger King Slip in a book. The Tiger King Slip was engraved with a tiger going down the mountain. It was slightly worn and dark in color. In the hand, in the heart.

"It stands to reason that it should be in June to go up the mountain to offer incense to Shanjun, but now, we must meet Shanjun in advance."

Zi Li was holding the Tiger King Jane and sat on the ground, clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

"Shan-kun, I've offended you"

Zi Li Zheng didn't delay, and immediately called out two peasants and followed him to the neighboring village.

There are a total of three villages at the foot of Pang Mountain, one is Wujia Village, which faces south and is farthest from Huai River, the other is Yangjia Village, which is located on the west side of Pang Mountain and has the largest village area, and the other is Zizi, the wealthiest village in the north of Pang Mountain. Jiacun, the three villages are on three sides of Pangshan, and there are many exchanges at ordinary times. Although there have been conflicts and frictions, they are all people of Pangshan after all, and they are barely in harmony with each other.

Zi Lizheng first went to Yangjia Village and met Lizheng Yang Yi from Yangjia Village.

It was not long before Yang Yi became the head of the Yang family, and now he is only in his second year, and he is in his 30s. When he saw Zi's family coming, he greeted him anxiously.

"How is Zijia Village today?" Yang Yi looked at the old man of the Zi family, and his whole person revealed even overflowing anxiety.

"It's not very good, Yang Yi, I see you are so restless, it looks like the Yang family is too"

Yang Yi's face was full of sorrow, and he slapped his thigh: "Isn't it true, there is something wrong with this place, and the grain that is planted does not grow for a day. To tell you the truth, I was still there watching before you came."

"What's the use of seeing it?" Zijia Village's name is Bo Zibo, this year is fifty years old. Like Yang Yi, he was born in the local Lizheng, and he sighed, "I came to you because of this. of."

"What's the matter, do you have a way to break the game?" Yang Yi looked at Uncle Zi with hopeful eyes.

"The solution to the game is not mine, but Shanjun." Zibo groped in his arms and took out his tiger lord slip.

"You mean the Shanjun Wine Festival?" Yang Yi's face showed a little hesitation, "But it's only May, it's not in line with the rules, right?"

"Now there is no other way than to worship Shanjun, right?" Zibo rubbed Hu Junjian with his rough fingers, his face full of sorrow, "If there is no other way, I don't want to ask Shanjun."

"Shanjun only protects the life and death of the village, not the people's livelihood. This word has been passed down in our three villages for a hundred years, can I not know?"

"But now, I'm afraid there are some problems with Shanjun himself."

"Yi! Old Master Zi, you can't talk nonsense!" Yang Yi frowned, a little anxious.

"Look up at that Pangshan, Yang family boy." Zibo didn't say anything, but walked up to Yang Yi's side and patted Yang Yi's shoulder, "We can't speak ill of immortals, but immortals tell the truth. , what can't you say?"

"We've got to see it anyway, don't we?"

After listening to Zibo's words, Yang Yi subconsciously raised his head to look at Pangshan, but was stunned in place.

Pangshan, is it so ugly?

===Chapter 790 Chapter [-] Tiger Wine Festival===

After discussing for a while, Zibo and Yang Yi set off for Wujia Village, which is farthest from Zijia Village in the south of Pangshan Mountain.

When they arrived at Wujia Village, the sun had already started to dip westward. After avoiding the noon sun, the peasants continued to work in the fields.

"Hey man, where is your village Wushun?" The three villages communicated with each other, Zibo's Lizheng had been there since before the Qin Dynasty, but at that time it was still the Lizheng of the Chu State, and now it is the Qin Dynasty's Lizheng, The surrounding villages basically know him.

"Ah, it's Mr. Zi. Our village is in the middle of the village. You can find it if you go and see." The peasant straightened up, and when he saw it was Uncle Zi, he bowed slightly and saluted.

"Okay, I'll go take a look, you can do your job." Zibo nodded, waved his hands, and walked towards the center of Wujia Village with Yang Yi.

"Uncle Zi, why do you feel that the crops on the Wu family's side are growing better than ours?" Yang Yi was walking on the edge of the field, looking at the greenery in the Wu family's fields, and couldn't help but say.

Although Yang Yi is the same as Uncle Zi, Yang Yi, who is younger, is actually a generation younger than Uncle Zi, so he needs to call Uncle Zi.

"We'll talk about it when I see Wu Shun." Zibo frowned, dragged Yang Yi and walked quickly towards the center of Wujia Village.

But Zibo's eyes did stay on the field for a moment, with hesitation in his expression.

When they came to the residence of Wu Shun in Wujia Village, the two villagers from other villages actually saw Wu Shun.

"Old Wu, long time no see, how are you doing?" Zibo had a smile on his face.

"Old Zi is here, and Yang Yi is also here." Wu Shun seemed to have lost his temper just now, with the same anxiety as Yang Yi Zibo on his face.

"Uncle Wu Shun, what happened in such a hurry?" Yang Yi sat on the stool and asked Wu Shun.

"It's bad, you don't know." Wu Shun put down the water bowl he had just held, and sighed, "The crops in our Wujia Village, for some reason, are not growing anymore! They are already half-grown. It's been a month!"

click.

The water bowl sipped on the table, making a loud noise.

"I've been working on this for the past few days, and I'm dying of anxiety. If the banker doesn't grow long, what about the tax? Can I buy food to pay for it? The common people's life is over." Wu Shun was very angry because of his impatience. Just a temper.

Zibo and Yang Yi looked at each other and saw the surprise in the other's eyes.

"Sure enough, your village also has food. Our village's food has stopped growing for more than half a decade." Yang Yi frowned and sighed suddenly, smashing the table.

"Our village has been closed for a whole month," Zibo said with obvious pain.

"You too?" Wu Shun's face was surprised, and he suddenly felt less angry.

"Old Wu, let's make a long story short." Zibo took out the tiger slip from his clothes and put it on the table, Yang Yi also took out his own tiger slip, "This time the crops stopped growing is a big deal, we are for the common people. , without delay."

"Are you thinking of the Hujun wine festival?" Wu Shun looked at Hu Junjian, his eyes lit up, then dimmed again, his index finger tapped on the table uneasily, making a "da-da" sound, "But it's only five years now. Month, it's illegal."

"There is no time to care about the rules now. We are Lizheng, so we can't say that the people will starve to death." After thinking about it carefully, Yang Yi also came out of the so-called "rules" and said uncomfortable.

"Shanjun doesn't eat blood, we all know that." Zibo put his hands on the table and looked at the other two Lizheng, "If you don't mind, Old Wu, I'll take your village club to dance in three days. Those from Tiger King Dance, go to our village."

"This year's Tiger King Wine Festival, let's move it a month earlier. After all, we have to solve the problem, right?"

Wu Shun lowered his head, his eyes flickered a few times, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes! As for pigs and sheep, as we said last year, fat pigs come from your village, our village has sheep mothers and children this year, and the other little Yangs They do it in the village."

"Well, I know, I'll be waiting for you at the shrine three days later?"

"Well, when the time comes, I'll go directly with the sheep." Wu Shun patted the table.

"At that time, I will also take chickens, ducks and geese with me."

The three days passed quickly, but in the eyes of Sancun Lizheng, it seemed like a year.

In the past three days, in addition to preparing for the annual Tiger King Wine Festival, they also continued to observe the growth of the crops, and there was almost never a smile on their faces.

Urgent, the people are anxious, they are even more anxious.

"Shan Jun, you must not have an accident with your old man."

Before the sacrifice began, the old man of Zijia Village, Zheng Zibo, knelt down in the direction of Pangshan, his eyes were closed, he frowned and muttered, and kept kowtowing.

"Father, what is Grandpa doing?" A little boy stood beside a man, grabbed the man's hand, looked at Uncle Zi who had been kowtowing his head, and asked his father.

"Your grandfather is praying for the blessing of the Lord of the Mountain." The man stroked the boy's head with his generous palm, and said with a wry smile, his face also clouded.

Another little girl was held by a woman, holding her leg, with a little fear in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid of Ah Hua, your father and your grandfather are here, and Shanjun is a good god, he doesn't eat children." The woman patted Ah Hua on the back and said comfortably.

"Mother, you lied, obviously when I couldn't sleep at night, you told me that if I didn't sleep, Shanjun would come and take me away." Ah Shu, who was dragged by his father, stuck out half of his head and pouted at the woman. people.

"Alas!" The woman raised her hand to fight, but Ah Shu quickly shrank back.

Ah Hua looked at Ah Shu and pouted.

Ah Shu leaned over to Ah Hua and said with a smile, "Don't worry Ah Hua, even if Shanjun comes, it will be fine! Ah Shu can protect my sister!"

Before Ah Hua could answer, there was a commotion from the head of the village.

It turned out that people from two other villages had arrived.

People from Yangjia Village carried chickens, ducks and geese, while people from Wujia Village used a shelf to carry an old sheep that looked old.

The most eye-catching thing is that the people who came from these two villages wore hideous Shanjun masks on their faces.