Not only this person is worried, but others are also the same. If there are too many backpacks, they can’t carry them. The arranged distance will take about half a month. No matter how they are installed, they will not be enough.
Li Xun got the cheats from Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan. He was not worried at all. He smiled and asked everyone, "Are you all with shovel?"
"I brought it, but the shovel is useless. I can't eat the wild vegetables anymore. They chew until they are like wood." The person who had just nodded quickly and took the shovel passed down by Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan from his backpack. Came out, and now they each have one.
"Just bring it, don't worry about the others, have you brought salt?" Li Xun asked another thing.
Everyone nodded together. Blankets, salt, shovel, bowls, lime, fire sickle, rope, and stretchable sticks have become their must-have items. Even if they don’t put a bit of food in their backpacks, these are indispensable. Otherwise, accidents are easy, and there is a pair of spare shoes with small bumps underneath.
"Then don't be afraid. I have brought a little more than you this time. I have a small canister of plain oil. I can divide you up by then. Don't blame you. You didn't know before." Li Xun only said that I brought something. It's fine, but don't say what it is for.
Everyone wanted to know very much, but didn't dare to ask, they could only write down this sentence and wait until the time was time. The fried noodles were added with water. People like Li Xun ate quickly and went on the road after eating, without waiting for others.
Seeing the emperor's nephew had left, other people followed suit. Fortunately, what they ate could be held in their hands instead of squatting in one place to eat.
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Manshan maple leaves are red, and the path enters the secluded cluster. See you at Tinggao, and you're looking for a short building on the way. Study ink and leave poems full, write down and wait for the paper to be empty. The woodcutter took a rest occasionally and talked about autumn.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan looked good on their bodies, and changed their clothes that were in the way. Under the protection of a few people, they climbed the mountain next to them.
I don’t know. I waited for a few turns and walked on the small road to see the pavilion built in front and the small building for viewing. When the poetry was born, all the pavilions and buildings encountered were all written with poems.
There is no place to write, someone specially hangs a piece of white paper there and lets people continue to trace up. Some people have already stained the pen with the ink and found that the paper just hung up is occupied by someone. wait.
"Xiaobao, look, this poem is well written. Today is late autumn. I'm here to climb the mountain. The poultry is also climbing, a duck and a cliff. This person must sing very well, babbling."
Wang Juan looked at the chicken chop and said to Zhang Xiaobao with a flushed face.
"Well, it's not bad, good poem." Zhang Xiaobao followed in praise.
"So this little son and little lady also see that Wang's poems are good? I really feel grateful."
As soon as Zhang Xiaobao's voice fell, a person next to him who was about to write a poem talked there. The two people who were talking were taken aback, and they met
Wang Juan's mouth moved, "Xiaobao, remember to remind me in the future to write the last name upside down, so I don't want to be like him."
"Okay, I'm more fortunate. If he wants the surname Zhang, I will write the surname separately, the upper part is the bow, and the lower is the length." Zhang Xiaobao expressed his understanding.
This person just said something, seemingly unfinished, and stopped, and said: "Then you two know what Wang's poem means?"
He really didn't dislike the child in front of him because he was two people who could talk.
Wang Juan looked at Zhang Xiaobao and cast a look at him. Zhang Xiaobao curled his lips and said, "According to my estimation, this is a poem with the world in mind. From the last sentence, you can know that there is a duck and a cliff. Standing on the edge of the cliff, I was worried that it would fall when I looked at it. Even a duck can be treated like this, so how much more human beings?"
"It's not right, Wang's Sinai is a poem about past events, this little lady, tell me." This person didn't intend to simply let Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan go, shook his head, and looked at Wang. The cuckoo is looking forward to it.
Wang Juan had no choice but to bite the bullet and stare at the "poem", trying to make a sense of feeling for the past.
"Oh... I know, there must be ducks in your house. If you miss home in the fall, you can climb up. Just when you see someone else’s duck, you just think, my home is in Haijiao, I’m in the end of the world, and there are ducks in my home. There are ducks here too, so you feel sorry for it, right?"
Wang Juan held back for a while, and finally said the words.
The man nodded: "Well, although it's not in the middle, but it's not far away. I saw this duck and thought, why are you not a wild duck? You can fly a long way like that. Do you want to jump off the cliff and fly? If I have wings, I must go home and have a look."
"En En En, yes, that's it, it's so artistic, then Brother Wang, you are busy, let's go up first." Zhang Xiaobao quickly agreed, and after speaking, he took Wang Juan's hand and ran up.
"Wait, I look at you two, it seems good, can it be a sentence without feeling? Like the past of the two, last year and this year are good, it is better to leave a calligraphy here for future generations to observe."
This person stopped Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan again, and insisted on letting them write something about their feelings.
"Cuanjuan, you can write it, there is really no way, deal with one, let's go." Zhang Xiaobao let Wang Juan come forward this time, his writing ability will be better than this person, and the training time is too short.
"Okay... OK." Wang Juan had to ran to this person to take the pen, spread the paper on the stone table, and said when he was about to write: "I don't know how to write poems, so I can just write something fun. Feeling."
While Wang Juan was talking, he wrote the handwriting in willow style. The strength of his wrist hadn't been developed yet, and it was a little softer. After writing, he threw down the pen and pulled Zhang Xiaobao and ran away.
Waiting for the two to leave, this man smiled and looked at Wang Juan's writing, "La la la, you are Feng'er, I am Sha."
"Hehe, the little baby is a little baby, and the writing is fun." This person laughed aloud when he saw the first few words, and the person next to him came over curiously and said: "La la la, you are Feng'er, I am sand. I once blown a duckweed, and occasionally laugh and fall."
The person next to him looked at the words written on the paper, then looked at the surname Wang, then laughed twice, and left without saying anything.
"Prince Wang, I don't know if you can give this piece of paper to me?" Just as this surnamed Wang was pondering what Wang Juan had written, a person who had just arrived came closer, glanced at the words, and said to him .
"this… "
"Prince Wang, I have a hundred pennies here. It is fine to change the writing on the hand of the son, and the son has to write it just now. Why don't I write another one hundred penny?" This person immediately said again.
"Okay." The person surnamed Wang didn't know what to say. Seeing that the two hundred characters were about to be handed down, he wrote one directly. After being copied by the person in the pavilion by Wang Juan, he sold it to this person.
"Go, send this to the adults quickly, and tell them that the little girl of Wang's Zhuangzi wrote it." This person took the thing, turned and walked back in a hurry, walked a distance, and told the oncoming person.
The visitor agreed, carefully put the words away, turned around and ran away. This person took out what was written by the surname Wang, glanced at it, and cursed inwardly: "Shit doesn't make sense."
The group became a group, and threw it into a toad mouth with an open mouth that was carved out of wood by people next to it. It was a special garbage can.
A person carrying a basket on the road and holding a broom in his hand, sweeping the branches and pebbles that appeared on the road, glanced at this person, then glanced at the direction of the other person's departure, sweeping in no hurry. He swept the ground under his feet, turned and walked away, just after a bend, the speed suddenly accelerated.
Staring at the figure of the person who left in front, until he reached the bottom of the mountain, he watched the person running toward the pier. He said a few words to a man in the carriage and horses next to him, and soon a horse was carrying people towards the same place. I went to the side.
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"It's too scary, take a detour for a while, don't meet him again, I have a long memory, and I won't talk nonsense again." Wang Juan, who ran all the way to the top of the mountain with Zhang Xiaobao, said with lingering fear.
"Well, I'm too persistent. I hope he is not taking the imperial examination for the Jinshi, and the writing is also awkward. Well, standing here and looking down, it is really open, but the place has not been repaired, there is only a platform, no fence, just in case It’s not good to fall."
Zhang Xiaobao opened his arms, felt the blowing wind, looked at the scenery below, and said happily.
Wang Juan also said: "Yes, after finishing the fence, I need to add two nets underneath. I'm afraid that someone will stand on the fence and feel the amorous feelings of higher places. Unfortunately, there is not such a good wire rope, otherwise it will go down one. It's more fun."
"Okay, let's go, go down, get rid of the tail, let's see how the lake is repaired." Zhang Xiaobao whispered, pulling Wang Juan down another road, and the person protecting him still followed behind. .
The descent is a little slower, there is no road, and it is rugged. The stairs are also cut out from the mountain, and there is only a rope to protect them.
When we came to the bottom of the mountain, there were three carriages parked side by side waiting to solicit passengers. The protector first surrounded the three carriages and waited for Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan to get in. Then only one car was guarded towards the Yamen. Go in the direction quickly.
As soon as the car left, two people in the second car next to it also got in, and ordered the handlebars to go to the same place.
Waiting for the second car to leave, the last remaining car turned, making the sound of footsteps, and went to the lake over there.
After about a quarter of an hour, the third car stopped and the door opened. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan came out from the inside. Seeing that there was already water, they were repairing the surrounding dam and the lake, holding hands, ran over.
"Okay, after the dam is completed, you can dig a canal to connect to Xiaoluoshui. It will be much more convenient to come here next summer." Wang Juan was standing in the pavilion by the lake and planning.
"Well, yes, there are no springs on the mountain, otherwise, there will be a small river to let those gifted men and beautiful ladies play music." Zhang Xiaobao was a little bit regretful.