Be a master through ancient times

The weather in June is changing day by day and getting hotter every day.The air is also full of heat, even if you don't do anything, just stand there, you can sweat all over your body.

Chu Ci and the others were trapped in the narrow carriage, everyone was like frosted cabbage, withered and unrecognizable.People like Master Zhou who liked to ask questions also died down and stopped talking.

"Stop!" The caravan guard brother gave an order, and the people behind all stopped.The caravan was small in number, with a total of five or sixty people, including more than 60 guards.

Shopkeepers in Kou's house accounted for a part of them, and some were shop owners with relatively small shops. They couldn't form a caravan by themselves, so they set off together in the team of Kou's family.

Generally speaking, as long as you go out for a walk, you can definitely make money.But if you go out by yourself, there are too many risks on the way, maybe if you are not careful, you will die in a foreign country.They would rather pay some money to the big caravan and attach themselves to it, even if they earn a little less money, it doesn't matter.

"Chu Xiucai, just now my two brothers went to hunt some rabbits and came back, you also call your companions, come down and eat some together."

"Thank you Brother Song, then we will not be polite." Chu Ci's eyes lit up, and he immediately threw away the hard cake in his hand, and called the others to get off the car.

Song Yang originally brought Chuci and the others on the road because he was in the way of Kou Jing's order. Judging from his experience with scholars in the past, these rotten scholars are all trying to save face, and inviting them to eat is also pushing back and forth. My mouth is drooling, and I still have to pretend that I don't care, and I won't come down unless I invite you three or four times.

After he had an experience, when he met later, he would just ask casually, and forget it if he didn't eat.So when he asked Chu Ci this time, he agreed and asked again.

It was later learned that the weather was too hot, and almost all the food they brought was rotten, only a few hard pancakes survived.

"Wow, the big brothers are really good at their craftsmanship. The roasted rabbit meat is golden in color and shiny, and it smells so delicious."

Chu Ci got out of the car and walked among the green mountains and green waters for a while, and then dissipated the gloom in his chest.Now smelling the aroma of rabbit meat, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Haha, Chu Xiucai, if you ate these things for half a year, I'm afraid you wouldn't say that."

"Yeah, I want to eat my mother's rice porridge right now. It's sparse and there are only a few grains of rice, but it's indescribably comfortable when served with pickles."

Hearing what he said, Chu Ci let out a growl of hunger, and recalled the small pickles in the county school, which he hadn't eaten for a few days.

They distributed a rabbit and two scones to Chuci and the others. Given their appetite, it was not bad to be able to eat these.

After eating, a group of people continued on the road.

……

"Boom!"

There was a burst of thunder in the sky, and suddenly there was a strong wind again, and it was going to rain soon.Fortunately, one of the guards remembered that there was a ruined temple not far from the turn ahead, which should be able to temporarily shelter from the wind and rain.

"Hua la la..." A string of silver-white pearls fell from the sky and hung on the eaves. In the puddle below, the water droplets kept beating, desperately trying to splash up.

The group of them finally entered the ruined temple before the rain, and neither the people nor the goods got caught in the rain.

"The rain in summer usually comes and goes quickly. I think we should be able to leave soon after it comes." Someone said so.

But the sky didn't follow people's wishes, and the rain didn't stop until the evening.Song Yang looked serious, it seemed that they had to spend the night in the ruined temple this time.

This place is at the junction of Yuanshan County and Ganzhou Prefecture. There are no villages or shops behind, and there are many mountains and forests.Although they are not successful, if they want to make some troubles, they are hard to guard against.

He first brought a few brothers to check around the ruined temple, and searched all the places where people might be hiding, and finally found nothing, so he felt a little more at ease.

The temple was already cooking, and a few small copper pots were gurgling steam. They cut the rabbit meat they had beaten at noon into small pieces, and put them into the pot to cook the soup. Eat with big pancakes.

Perhaps, sleeping in the wilderness made everyone feel a little uneasy. Even though the night was dark, everyone didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Oh, such a scene reminds me of a story." Someone said this, and the rest sat around knowingly, ready to listen to his story.

The four of Chuci also sat down a little. Since they couldn't fall asleep, it was interesting to listen to some stories.

"It is said that once upon a time, there was a scholar who encountered heavy rain on the way to take an exam. By accident, he came to a Zhuangzi. There were two white lanterns hanging outside the gate of the Zhuangzi, which made people feel cold..."

Chu Ci originally thought that with such an opening, the following must be a ghost story.Who knew that this person would turn into the little Huang Wen of a troubled scholar and a pretty widow at night, which was neither bizarre nor glamorous.Looking at the secret smiles on other people's faces, he felt like ten thousand beasts ran past him.

Chu Ci was about to complain quietly, but when he turned his head, he saw Jiang and Chen listening with great interest.Well, he has experienced too many storms, and stories of this level really can't arouse his interest.

The storyteller is a middle-aged uncle, he likes to tell stories to everyone, and also likes to see everyone's fascinated expressions.Now when he saw Chu Ci's dull expression, he suddenly became unhappy, thinking that everyone else was fascinated by it, why do you act like this story is very boring?

"Scholar, don't you like listening to stories?"

"I like it." Chu Ci replied in a daze, not understanding why this person asked him alone.

"But I didn't speak well?"

"Brother, you speak very well."

"Then why are you so absent-minded?"

"Oh, brother's demeanor and words are very good, but I feel that this story is a bit clichéd, and it's not worthy of your explanation, brother."

"Cheeky?" This story is the most popular one!

Seeing that other people were staring at him, as if saying that you were too demanding, Chu Ci realized that it would be impossible for him not to show his hand.

"Well, Xiaosheng has a story here, and I heard it from others occasionally. After listening, everyone will comment on which story is better."

As soon as everyone heard it, they heard another story, which was said to be unconventional, so they nodded in agreement.

Chu Ci looked at everyone and smiled, and said: "This story is a bit scary, if you are afraid, remember to stay closer later."

The others laughed out loud. Before the story of the scholar was told, a joke was told first. They are a group of old men, can they still watch it if they are close together?

"I am also a story about a scholar rushing for an exam. It is said that during the Xinyou period, there was a scholar named Xu Wangcai in Hu County. This winter, he was about to go to Beijing for the exam. Before leaving, he bid farewell to his mother. His mother asked him repeatedly, with tears in his eyes. Be careful on the road. After Xu Wangcai agreed, he picked up the package and started on the road."

After a short paragraph, everyone was a little disappointed. What's so good about this story?

Chu Ci smiled slightly, and continued to speak: "Xu Wangcai walked all the way, until the evening, but he didn't see a single guest house. Seeing that the sky was about to get dark, the forest was densely packed, and there was fear of wolves, so Xu Wangcai quickened his pace. Finally came across a ruined temple. This ruined temple has long been unguarded, the temple gate is broken, the Buddha statue fell on the ground, and the two copper bells with big eyes stared straight out of the gate, revealing a sense of gloom."

"The scholar lit a candle and placed it in front of the table. When he sat down, he realized that he was extremely hungry. He remembered that his mother had put two large pancakes in during the day, so he opened the package, intending to take out the pancakes and eat them. When he opened the package, he was so frightened that his face paled. It turned out that besides the cake, there was clearly a pale shroud in the package, and a few coins under it!"

At this point in the story, everyone's expressions became focused.Late at night, shroud, and ruined temple, these words are taken together, which really makes people imagine.

"He threw out the shroud money in a hurry, and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha. At this time, there was a sudden gust of wind in the temple, and the candles placed in front of the stage suddenly went out, and the door that was originally closed was also blown open by the wind. There was a bang! In the blink of an eye, a pitch-black figure appeared outside the door, with both hands stiffly moving forward, grabbing at the scholar—”

"Snapped!"

Everyone shuddered and screamed and leaned together. It turned out that just as Chu Ci finished speaking, the gate in front of their temple was suddenly opened, a gust of cold wind came in, and a stiff figure appeared outside the door, exactly the same as the scene Chu Ci described just now.

"What happened to you?"

Song Yang twisted the wet clothes on his body, looked at the crowd huddled together, raised his head and asked strangely.

"Hey!"

Everyone patted their chests, this Boss Song scared them to death.

"Woooooooo..."

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a small voice seemed to be crying.

Everyone's expressions became panicked, because the crying sound should obviously be a child, and they are all elders here, where did the child come from?

Chu Ci's face also froze, is he so smart?He had just heard Song Yang clearly say that he had searched all the places where people could hide before and after the ruined temple, but where did the crying of this child come from?

Fortunately, there is still a person here who has not heard the story.Song Yang frowned, explored carefully, and finally found that the voice should come from under the Buddha seat.

The Buddha seat was covered with a piece of rag, Song Yang lifted the cloth and saw that there was a boy hiding under it.About ten years old, crying out of breath.

It didn't take much time to ask the person out, and the child confessed.

It turned out that he was actually an intelligence officer raised by bandits nearby.My usual task is to hide in this dilapidated temple and observe the merchants coming and going. If there are few people who look wealthy, I quickly hang a piece of red cloth on the branch of the tree, and those people will go to the path to ambush.

Unexpectedly, it rained suddenly today, and a large number of people poured into the temple. The child panicked and hid under the Buddha seat without saying a word.

He had been listening to Chu Ci's stories just now, and he was already terrified. When the door rang, he couldn't restrain himself anymore, and then he started crying.

Everyone was in a false alarm, they didn't expect such an unexpected harvest.Since he was raised by a bandit, he must know the situation of the bandit.

The child confessed that there were five bandits in total. They usually lived in the village, and only when they saw red cloth hanging on a tree would they cover their faces and come out to commit crimes.

No wonder the bandits were never cleaned up. They were villagers in their busy hours and bandits in their spare time. They only attacked businessmen who were accompanied by one or two people. If they hadn't bumped into such a child by chance today, who would know their true identities?

Song Yang and his group looked at each other and had an idea in their minds.If you catch a bandit who committed a life-threatening crime, the government will reward you with money. Their brothers are employed by the Kou family. Although the monthly silver is quite a lot, who would be afraid of too much money?

They took the child out, and when it was almost dawn, they brought a bunch of zongzi over.The five bandits were tied up and their mouths were gagged.They are physically strong, if it is an ordinary team of two or three people, they are really no match for them.

When the five people were arrested, they were nesting in the wooden house on the mountain to gamble.Song Yang led someone to rush in and caught him.

When they set off on the road again, they drove faster, and they all looked forward to returning to Yuanshan County as soon as possible.

Speeding up all the way, everyone finally reached the gate of the city at Xu time.The people and horses on both sides parted ways, so farewell.

As soon as the four of them arrived at the gate of the county school, two figures rushed out, hugging Chu Ci's thighs, one on the left and one on the right, yelling "Uncle, Uncle" non-stop.

Chu Ci also touched this and that happily.Children are such contradictory creatures. They are disgusting when they are together, and they can't help but miss them if they don't see each other for a moment.

At night, Chu Ci sat with everyone and told the stories that happened these days. It was completely unexpected that after half a month, a story was circulated in the county and outside the county.

"Chu Xiucai startled the little mountain thief with a word, Song Huwei made a great contribution without saying anything"

What makes people talk about the most is what is the ending of Chu Ci's unfinished story that day?Did his mother do something intentionally when she saw her off?Was the scholar Wangcai killed or not?What is the role of shroud copper coins?

Some people scratched their heads and tried to complete the story by themselves.The more he wrote, the more addicted he became. Unknowingly, he actually wrote a book "Fun Tales of Monsters" for future generations to review.

No one knows that his original intention of writing the article was just to complete the half-told story.