The fisherman called ten boats and took them to a village in the heights by the lake before dawn.
This fishing village is unusual, with blue tile huts neat and beautiful.
It is rainy in the south, and it is normal to dare not live in a house with mud-paste walls and thatch roofs. It is just that the people are poor, and bricks and tiles are also a lot of wealth. Usually, such houses can only be seen in the town. The fishing village is barren and poor, and many people don't even have land, but this is obviously not the case here.
There were already some small caravans outside the fishing village, which were also rescued by the villagers by boating. At this moment, they were busy carrying and taking care of the goods and bargaining with the villagers.
Two peasant women, carrying baskets covered with cloth, were selling bread and steamed buns near the caravan.
The caravan where Lao Qi, the driver, has just arrived, the steward was a little hesitant to buy those steamed buns, but the two men dressed as businessmen on foot next to him had no such concerns, and directly took out the copper plate to buy the steamed buns and chewed on the hot water. .
"Tong shop 30 copper plates a night, bring a pot of hot water, and have no food."
"The bed and the separate room cost three hundred copper coins, ten steamed buns, and three meals are not included."
Listening to the villagers' offer, the traveling merchant immediately jumped up to defend: "It was not the same price when I came last month, but doubled. Did you agree to this, Peng Xianren?"
The fisherman said disdainfully: "Look at what you said, the strong wind and rain, the people in our village were either boiling water to clean, or rowing a boat to save people, and they didn't sleep a night. Why is the price higher? Yaocun, do you dare to go anywhere else when there is a flood?"
"That is, the rice shop still raises the price when the green and yellow are not in March. You are only allowed to raise the price yourself, and we are not allowed to ask for money?"
The people in the caravan were very annoyed when they heard this, but because of the reputation of the Spirit Medicine Village, they did not dare to scold them directly.
The coachman Lao Qi didn't care about that much, and shouted directly: "Businessmen make profits, what about us hard-working people? Boating to save us, we should pay the boat money, how can we find a shelter from the wind and rain to sleep in? If the caravan manager refuses to pay, we are not allowed to sleep in the grass?”
Everyone looked at the caravan steward where the coachman Lao Qi was, and their eyes said how stingy you are.
The caravan manager is a thin old man with a goatee. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Hearing this, he immediately paused and said, "I work for the owner. If I don’t have it, I have to give the owner an explanation. Now that I’m soaked in water, the money is not enough to compensate, where can I still have hot rice and hot water?”
For a while, the crowd was excited, and the village entrance became a mess.
Meng Qi watched coldly for a moment, and was about to open his mouth when the ink carp stopped him.
I saw an old man coming from a distance, surrounded by villagers.
"Don't make any noise, spread out, Immortal Peng is here."
"It's Immortal Peng!"
The old man had white hair and white beard, with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes. He wore a yellow-brown robe that did not look like a Taoist robe or a monk's robe. Seeing that the mess was a pot of porridge, he sighed without a trace.
Beside him were a dozen or so strong men, wearing taupe bunts and holding wooden sticks.
It was these warriors who pushed aside the crowd and shouted the name of Immortal Peng, making the place quiet down quickly.
The driver, Lao Qi, quietly withdrew from the crowd, and the eyes of the old man and others fell on Meng Qi Mo Li.
- Even if the two of them never spoke, they stood out from the crowd. They noticed it at a glance and couldn't ignore it.
"Where did the two distinguished guests come from?" The old man known as Immortal Peng said with a smile.
He is very calm, and it seems that he has seen many outsiders with extraordinary identities, and he is not flustered or afraid.
Usually people who pretend to be ghosts in the countryside have a guilty conscience, and they treat outsiders with great caution, and want them to leave quickly.
Mo Li didn't say anything. Although he remembered the old things that Mr. Qin said, it was already decades ago. How could Doctor Peng become Immortal Peng? As a doctor, Qin Lu is most impatient with those goddesses who burn talismans and turn them into ashes for people to drink. He is even more disgusted by some local recipes who cannot cure diseases. Half of Mo Li's views on world affairs come from Qin Lu, and he listens to the villagers over and over again. Called Immortal Peng, already secretly frowning.
Meng Qi patted the water on the tattered clothes (cloth), turned his eyes to Mo Li, and joked: "Old man with good eyesight, how could he not see that my friend and I encountered a storm, and almost became the son-in-law of the Dragon King after falling into the lake. I was so disgusted by the Dragon King, that I took a life and came back."
Ink carp: "… "
The mouth of the national teacher, a deceiving ghost.
Meng Qi smiled at ease, but King Peng Zelong's son-in-law couldn't do it, but Qi Maoshan's son-in-law was very hopeful.
Immortal Peng stroked his beard when he heard the words, and asked thoughtfully, "Dare to ask the two of you whether you swim to the shore of the lake, or are you washed up by the floods to the heights of the lake?"
"What's wrong?" As Meng Qi spoke, he glanced at Mo Li secretly.
The ink carp nodded without a trace, indicating that there was a difference.
At that time, Mr. Qin found that people who walked barefoot and bare legs in rice fields, swamps, river beaches, and reeds by the lake all year round were prone to disease, but not in the center of the lake and in the deep water.
Meng Qi said knowingly, "To tell the truth from my husband, the two of us have never been to Pengze before. We didn't know where to go in the rainstorm. We swam for a while by the water, and we landed on the shore by accident, and we didn't know where it was."
Immortal Peng nodded. At this time, a warrior asked the reason, and came back and whispered to Immortal Peng what happened just now.
Immortal Peng raised his eyebrows and said to the caravan, "The villagers' own houses and rice, grain and firewood are set a lot, and the old man is not easy to interfere. After a while, the village will boil the medicine, everyone drink a bowl to get rid of the miasma."
The two traveling merchants asked cautiously, "Xianren Peng, how much is that medicine... how much is a bowl?"
"You don't need money." Peng Xianren said slowly with a look of sympathy and compassion: "God brings disasters, good fortune is in people. Accumulate good fortune, don't be angry or dry, and you can live a long life."
He said this and looked around at the villagers, half of whom quietly lowered their heads.
"Lingyao Village has been treating illnesses and saving people for decades. I hope you will not fall into the realm of hungry ghosts because of the grievances of previous lives. Don't create karma in this life, and you will be implicated in the next life." He bowed his hands to Meng Qi, "The two distinguished guests laughed. The villagers have little knowledge, and they don't know a lot of words. The two of you are here, please."
A seventy-year-old old man handed in hand to invite him, even if the slaughterer would return the gift and be polite.
Just because the old people who have lived to this age are rarely not squires, even the poor people have to do some superficial work to respect the old.
"Thank you for this, the old man will go first."
Meng Qi clenched his fists carelessly, and the villagers next to him glared at him, seemingly blaming him for disrespecting Immortal Peng.
Those villagers who wanted to speak were immediately grabbed by the others.
Before dawn, the caravan had a quarrel with the villagers, and noticed that there were not many people in Meng Qi Mo Li. Now that the sky is bright, and Immortal Peng takes the initiative to greet them, these villagers are not really "unseen in the world", so they choose to settle down.
Even the caravan of Lao Qi, the driver, got some benefits. The villagers who provided houses and drinking water were willing to reduce some money and let them rest.
Mo carp walked and watched, this fishing village was relatively prosperous, and there were no vegetables grown in the open space, but medicinal herbs.
There are several jars and crock pots in every courtyard, and the outside is covered tightly with black cloth.
"The distinguished guest came from Luling County?" Peng Xianren asked proactively, walking ahead without looking back.
Mo Li pressed Meng Qi's arm and said solemnly, "No, it's from Kuaiji County."
Meng Qi squinted, it seems that there is no such strange disease near the sea
Yangzhou is very large and extremely rich.
The fief of King Chu Ning was in Luling County, and King Wu was in Kuaiji County, both of which belonged to Yangzhou. In addition, there are more than a dozen counties in Yangzhou. The Qi Dynasty established Chu, and the two kings raised troops to seize the territory at the same time.
King Wu's jurisdiction was small, with only four counties, in the north and east by the sea, but the production of salt alone gave him an advantage among the three vassal kings.
Although King Ning's territory is large, many of them are relatively barren, mountainous and hilly, not as rich as King Wu, and their population is not comparable to King Jing.
Unlike Jingzhou, which clings to natural dangers and blocks the river face and does not communicate with each other in the Qi Dynasty, there is no natural danger in the area under the jurisdiction of King Ning of Wu. Caravans pass through detours, and only need to hire guards to guard against bandits. Indeed, there are often children of aristocratic families and scholars who travel between the two places.
Peng Xianren was not surprised when he heard it, he just said with a smile: "Xingsheng in the southeast, the capital of the Three Wus, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. The old man has been famous for a long time. Hearing two accents, his ancestors are from the north."
"That's right, I moved to Kuaiji with King Wu." Meng Qi agreed.
In fact, his Mandarin is still the old Chu dialect, and it is only possible for the vassals who went south with the vassal king, and the Mandarin spoken by people from Nandi aristocratic families is influenced by the dialect, which is definitely not the taste.
As for wearing Chu clothes, practicing the Chu system, and speaking the Chu accent, these are the things that the most conservative and cherishing people will insist on.
The official system of the three kings is in a mess, and it has changed to nothing, and the aristocratic family doesn't care who is the emperor, they just want their own family to be prosperous.
As a result, a very strange situation was formed. The vassal king and the upper-level bureaucrats in Jingzhou and Yangzhou kept saying that the Chu Dynasty was orthodox. , secretly sent his sons and nephews to serve other vassal kings, and the three parties bet. If it wasn't for Qi Fa's harshness and the trouble of Qi Chao Jin Yiwei, they would probably still want to go to Jiangbei to find a way back.
There are speculators, and naturally there is a way to go to black diehards, and most of them are literati.
They scolded Qi and insulted the Lu family, showing that they would never bow their heads to the usurper. A few people touted different vassal kings thinking that they could dominate the world and restore the glory of the Chu Dynasty. More people sneered at the three vassal kings, grieved and mourned all day long. .
Vegetarians are not allowed to eat, wine must be drunk, they drink together, and when they are drunk, they write poems and compose poems, acupuncture, and grievances.
Regardless of whether it is a scholar in Jingzhou or a scholar in Yangzhou, as long as he is scolding the government, he can quickly meet with him.
Such scribes from aristocratic families did not want to stay at home and traveled around because they did not want to be officials.
Peng Xianren thought that Meng Qi Mo carp was the same way.
- At the age of forty years, when Chu died, he happened to be around the weak crown, and he was married. It was when he wanted to show his ambition and scolded Fang Qiu, and he might have passed the imperial examination of the Chu Dynasty.
Suddenly everything changed overnight, and the days were getting worse day by day.
The three vassal kings who had originally pinned their hopes on defeating Jiang and quelling the rebellion and destroying Qi were not up to their expectations. They would only fight for power and power in the south. Wandering, gathering with friends, holding a headache and crying after getting drunk.
Peng Xianren looked indifferent, not ready to talk about Meng Qi's topic at all. After walking for a while, he stopped in front of a large blue-tile house, and said solemnly: "Two people, please come in."
"My husband, please."
Meng Qi casually polite.
Some of those warriors followed into the house, while others stayed outside.
Immediately after entering the house, someone brought two sets of clean clothes, which at first glance looked like Taoist robes, cut from fine cloth.
"There is nothing good in the wilderness, the two of you forgive me."
"Don't dare, I am grateful to have my old man help."
Meng Qi said this with a little sincerity. After all, it was clothes that didn't need money.
Looking at this posture, it seems that Peng Xianren doesn't intend to ask them for tea money or house money.
The two looked at each other, and invariably declined the servant who came to serve, and went into the wing to change clothes.
Wormwood was lit in the wing, and several cloth bags filled with herbal powder hung on the windows.
"Herbs for repelling insects." Mo Li smelled it and said, "The rest is refreshing."
They are all commonly used and common recipes in the South, nothing special.
Meng Qi had already put on the fine cloth robe, which was different from the one worn by Immortal Peng, without any embroidery patterns, and the robes were very ordinary. There are quite a few literati in the south of the Yangtze River who wear Taoist robes. They are not monks, but they are convenient and cool, and they can express their unintentional attitude towards officialdom.
Although Meng Qi didn't know the articles in it, after repeated incidents, his attitude towards clothes should be clean and unfading.
All lose their temper.
God knows how many pieces of clothes he "lost" along the way. The cloth he bought at a high price in the shop and picked by himself couldn't be worn on him. If he hadn't known that witchcraft was pure nonsense, Meng Guoshi would almost suspect that someone cursed him for not wearing a piece. Stranded.
But these seem to have happened after meeting the doctor, especially the better their relationship, the quicker the clothes are thrown away. Could it be that this is God's will
The author has something to say: Providence: I don't have it, I don't exist, don't talk nonsense