Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan walked to the big stone at the city gate. The stone was silent for thousands of years in the wind whistling the yellow sand. : What secrets are you hiding
"There are words." Gu Heyan stood calmly at the upper wind, blocking some wind for Mu Zhiming, and said.
Mu Zhiming nodded, he noticed the words engraved on the stone yesterday.
The two looked up and saw that the words were not painted with dyes, most of them were eroded by wind and sand, and they could not understand what they meant.
Mu Zhiming looked up for a while, stepped forward and touched the traces for a while, then tilted his head and looked at it for a while, lowered his head and thought for a while, but found nothing.
Near noon, both of them were hungry and had no idea, so they had to go back to the village to borrow paper, pen and ink, rubbed a part of the words on the stone, and took them back to the inn to study slowly.
The two returned to the inn. They couldn't find the boss in front of the hall and heard noises from the backyard, so they walked to the backyard and saw the innkeeper hummingly pulling a rusty iron cover in the corner of the yard. It is loess, if you don't look carefully, you can't really see that it is an iron cover, which is integrated with the ground.
"Hey, two young masters, you are back." The boss greeted warmly.
"Boss, what are you doing?" Mu Zhiming asked curiously.
The boss wiped the sweat with the back of his hand: "There is a cellar for storing sweet potatoes here. I want to open it to let the sun shine in. How do I know that this place is rusted and can't be opened no matter what, hey."
"Let's help you." Mu Zhiming rolled up his sleeves and bent over to hold the handle on the iron cover. He was about to exert himself when he heard Gu Heyan say in his ear, "Release, I'll come."
Mu Zhiming turned to look at him.
"Let me go." Gu Heyan said again.
Mu Zhiming was obedient, let go of the handle to make way for Gu Heyan, Gu Heyan stepped forward and grabbed the handle, frowned slightly and lifted it up, only to hear a dull sound, the cellar was opened.
"Oh! Thank you two young masters!" The innkeeper was grateful, "You two young masters are hungry, I will go to prepare lunch!"
Probably because of the preparations in advance, the dishes were served quickly. Not long after Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan sat down, the boss used a wooden tray to bring the dishes in the big bowls and put them on the wooden table: "Two young masters, eat slowly. Just call me to clean up."
"Wait, boss, what is this?" Mu Zhiming pointed at a half-arm-high clay altar on the table and asked in confusion.
"This is our special product here, it's called fermented milk. Thank you two young masters for helping me open the cellar. This is for you!" The boss replied with a smile.
"Boss, you're very kind, thank you." Mu Zhiming happily opened the seal of the mud jar, and a rich and sweet milky fragrance rushed to his face. He took two small bowls and poured the rich milky fragrance from the mud jar The moistening white liquid was poured out, and he picked up one of the bowls and handed it to Gu Heyan: "Come, Brother He, the special delicacies, a piece of the boss's heart, have a taste."
Gu Heyan thanked him for taking it, took a sip, and frowned slightly.
"How?" Mu Zhiming asked.
Gu Heyan murmured, "...Too sweet." After speaking, he took another sip from the bowl, swallowing much slower this time. He stared at the bowl of brewed milk in his hand and tasted it carefully, with a lively expression on his face. , After a while, he said again: "It's okay, you should like it."
Mu Zhiming looked at Gu Heyan and couldn't help smiling. He remembered his previous life, and the two were not familiar with each other. Whenever he heard Gu Heyan read by others, he always had a erratic sense of unreality. I can't remember anything other than Jagged General.
But now, in front of him, Gu Heyan is no longer a passage from a storyteller, but a young man with flesh and blood, likes and dislikes, who can mutter "too sweet", and is extremely cute.
Mu Zhiming was stunned.
Wait, did he just think Gu Heyan was cute
Do you think a victorious general who can beat ten of him with one hand is cute
Hey, you're not crazy, are you
"What's wrong with you?" Gu Heyan said suddenly, pulling Mu Zhiming's thoughts back suddenly.
"Ah..." Mu Zhiming panicked and lowered his head to hide his thoughts, "Just... I think these delicacies are not like the customs of Dajin, but more like the favorite food of Gouji people."
"..." Gu Heyan looked at Mu Zhiming suspiciously, but didn't ask anything, just nodded: "Well."
Mu Zhiming pretended to be calm, and continued: "The Gouji folk customs are rough and forthright. The mutton is never sliced, and is directly served in front of the diners. Therefore, most of the literati and writers of the Jin Dynasty think that they are rude and barbaric, but I don't think so. There are thousands of worlds, all phenomena are tolerant, and if you think about it carefully, each has its own magnificent and unique, for example, Gou Ji’s words are like paintings, and the way they read is also very different from Da Jin, they are…”
Mu Zhiming suddenly fell silent as he spoke. He seemed to be thinking of something, and stared blankly at the front, but his eyes did not gather together.
Gu Heyan was about to ask when he saw Mu Zhiming picked up the rubbed text and read it, and immediately stood up happily and shouted, "I see!"
"What?" Gu Heyan asked.
Mu Zhiming said: "This is Gouji's writing, because the reading order of their writing is from bottom to top, from left to right, which is completely opposite to that of Dajin, so I didn't recognize it at first!"
Mao Sai suddenly opened, and the two of them didn't even bother to eat, so they just took a steamed bun to fill their stomachs and rushed to the stone at the city gate again.
Although the wind and sand had eroded the traces of the carvings, Mu Zhiming was clever, half-guessed, and understood what was written on the stone.
Gouji once had a khan king named Bald Khan. He experienced a military coup in Gouji when he was young. As a failed party, he fled all the way to this village. The kind people in the village hid him. Later, when the Gouji chasers arrived, they searched the whole village, and even tortured the people to extract confessions, but none of them handed over the confession of Bald Khan, who was a child, to the chasers. That stubborn kindness to protect a young child.
Bald Khan later returned to the kingdom of Gouji and became king. The first thing he did was to carve his gratitude on a big stone, put the big stone in front of the village, and swore that, As long as the stone is still there, Gou Jiguo treats everyone in the village as a friend.
Many years have passed, and Bald Khan has long since passed away, but this oath is immortal and passed down from generation to generation.
Mu Zhiming understood why a stone made foreign races not dare to plunder, and also understood why this village was called a "friend" on the map of Gouji, but the clues why Gouji suddenly sent troops to invade Dajin was not. broken.
Mixed joys and sorrows, when Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan returned to the inn, it was already dark in the evening. Although the two of them didn't have a good lunch, this dinner can be eaten slowly.
Mu Zhiming left in a hurry at noon, and he didn't even drink the milk brew given by the boss, so the first thing he did with dinner was to taste the milk brew. He took a sip from the bowl full of milk brew. , I only feel that the entrance is soft and milky, and there is a different kind of sweetness when I taste it carefully.
Gu Heyan guessed it well. He really liked it. Since he liked it and it was a novelty, he couldn't help drinking more.
After dinner, the two asked the boss to clear the wooden table and bring tea. Gu Heyan hesitated, "Excuse me..."
"Huh?" Mu Zhiming's sitting posture became lazy, and he leaned his head with one hand and squinted at Gu Heyan, "Brother He, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Gu Heyan asked, "Aunt Liang, how are they?"
Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "Aunt Liang and the others are very good, Zhong Cheng and Juanniang had a wonderful son a few years ago, the child is smart and beautiful, and the words were given by me. When the border here is peaceful, you can ask for orders to go back to Beijing. Look at them, they miss you. Aunt Liang often tells me about your childhood. She said that when you practiced swords when you were young, you would never sleep and eat. …”
In the last sentence, Mu Zhiming was very vague. He finally realized that something was wrong with him. He looked at Gu Heyan in confusion, and asked suspiciously, "Brother He, do you feel hot..."